Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 251: I also learn from the immortal, riding a crane to Wudang, and going to fight the devil in Jiazi
There is no escape, no way to avoid it, you can only go ahead.

"Focus your mind on one point, find the part of the bamboo thorn rain that will cause harm to your body, and then cut it off..." Iisasa Ruyi murmured, opening his mouth and biting his arm.

After suffering severe pain, the hand finally regained some strength.

He stood up and drew his sword, then bent down, holding the handle tightly with his bleeding hand.

Shinto: sailing on the waves!

A murderous aura spread out in all directions like ripples, with Fansasa Ruyi as the center. The farther away it was, the more obvious the murderous aura became. The tiny ripples grew layer by layer, and by the edge they had become huge waves.

A cold silver light drew a smooth arc in the air, so fast that one could hardly see the movement of the knife.

The densely falling bamboo thorns exploded from the inside, crackling like firecrackers!
Fan Sasa Ruyi was delighted. The flying bamboos were coming at him with great force, but their power was far less than he had imagined. It was just an exaggerated move with no substance.

Focus on the next strike, and maybe you'll have a chance to break through.

"Shinto Style: Sun Wheel Dance!"

Swish!
The bright white light quickly intertwined and collided with the bamboo thorns scattered in the air. The broken green bamboo branches scattered on the ground and slowly disappeared into the soil.

As Iisasa Ruyi was responding in a panic, the mud under her feet suddenly became as thick as soft candy, and she couldn't find a foothold when she stepped on it.

The next second, a sharp bamboo thorn rose from the ground and suddenly pierced his right hand holding the sword.

Iisasa Nyori was thrown into the air by the bamboo thorns. He made a quick decision, changed hands with the sword, and cut through the green bamboo.

His body fell heavily and was suspended in the air with no way to escape. He looked down and found that the soft and sticky ground was already covered with densely packed black thorns. The shiny points made people shudder.

"Is this the magic that the Chinese aliens are talking about?"

"With the sword skills passed down in the Shinto style for six hundred years, I was completely unable to fight back..." Iisasa Ruyi gritted his teeth, feeling a little regretful.

I should have practiced some ninjutsu before going out.

After thinking for a moment, he looked up at the terrifying figure with green feathers on its back in the air, turned around, drew his sword, and sent a stream of sword energy towards the ground.

Fan Sasa Ruyi wanted to use the sword energy to crash into the residual waves on the ground and escape to the range covered by the ground spikes, but before he could draw his sword, the bamboo spikes in the air quickly pierced his chest.

"Ahhhh!"

After a burst of miserable wailing, Fan Sassa Ruyi hurriedly shouted into the air, "I am the representative of Tenshin Shinden Katori Shinto-ryu who came to China, and I have official exchanges with you."

"Killing me may very well turn into a political problem. Even if you are the 'Witch King' as the aliens call you, you still have to consider the consequences, right?"

After revealing his identity, the ronin thought Yan Huan would stop, but he stared at the spikes on the ground and there was no sign of him backing off.

"How dare you!?"

puff!

A creepy piercing sound was heard, and the sharp bamboo thorns mercilessly pierced through Fanzasa Ruyi's body. Blood gushed out instantly, dyeing the green bamboo red.

His thick flesh was torn apart roughly like rags, and his body was hung among the criss-crossing bamboo thorns.

Yan Huan swooped down from the air and landed in front of the Ronin.

"Did he just say something?"

Bifang thought for a while and said, "Is there? The wind is too loud and I can't hear clearly."

Iisasa Ruyi's limbs were twisted and hung down limply like broken branches, his eyes were wide open, blood was oozing out from the wounds, and under the sunlight, it slowly slid across the warm surface of the green bamboo, looking shocking.

"I... want to apply for official intervention... I want to sue you..." With every breath the ronin took, the bamboo thorn penetrated deeper.

"Sue me?" Yan Huan was slightly stunned.

This is simply the most law-abiding episode.

"You can't touch me... I have connections with the upper echelons of your administration..."

"So what does this have to do with you stealing the sword that guards Mount Wudang?" Yan Huan spread out his hands, and a peach wood sword appeared in his hand.

It would have been fine if he had just stolen it, but he stole a fake one.

If this was truly a magical weapon created by an immortal, the effect of the peach wood in suppressing evil and dispelling evil should have scared the ghost in the banner into fleeing in panic.

Tick, tick!
The blood dripped, making a slight but clear sound. Fanzasa Ruyi's lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something. The face that once was cunning and cold was now bloodless, and the pale skin reflected the deathly aura in the sunlight, almost lifeless.

"I... I have no choice. How easy is it to remove the curse on my right hand... the curse of the demon sword Hirimaru, who is feared by everyone in the Japanese world?"

Yan Huan stared at the pierced wrist of the ronin, and drew out a yin energy from it. The demon sword Hirumaru was fierce and bloodthirsty. Anyone who directly took the sword would either be killed by the sword or controlled by it and become a new generation of demon.

Yan Huan held the Yin energy in his palm. Suddenly, a sword light flashed before his eyes and then disappeared immediately.

"The remaining sword power of the Yin Ghost is enough to force people to this extent."

"Has the witchcraft of the day fallen to this level?"

Yan Huan waved his hand casually, and the negative energy dissipated.

With this level of expressiveness, when dealing with the demon sword Hirumaru, if Wang Ai and Wang Bing had not been banned for the sake of plot development, the matter would probably have been resolved in the blink of an eye of "Ju Ling Qian Jiang".

"This..." The rise and fall of Iisasa Ruyi's chest had been gradually subsiding, but when he saw this scene, his heartbeat began to beat violently again.

The curse that had troubled him for years was solved in the blink of an eye?

This is the Chinese magic...

His gradually distracted eyes regained their focus and he made an unwilling "tsk tsk" sound.

"What's happening to my body?" Iisasa Ruyi exclaimed.

His life was hanging by a thread, and he couldn't swallow the breath he was holding, falling into a state of "wanting to die but unable to".

Yan Huan looked around and found that this was not a good place to talk, so he dragged the Japanese ronin and hung him on a plant on the cliff.

The alien world is full of human relationships and social conventions, especially when it comes to international relations, so one must be more cautious.

I just happened to get the God of Taotuo, so I could try out his ability to see through conspiracies and plots.

"What are you doing?" Fan Sasa Ruyi was at a loss, and saw Yan Huan putting her hand on his forehead.

This magical power is not for plagiarizing memories, but for revealing the evil hidden in people's hearts without reservation.

After checking it out, Yan Huan's expression gradually turned cold.

Although Fanzasa Ruyi is unkempt and looks like a ronin, he is indeed from a kendo family and is a well-known figure in the Japanese extraordinary world. He came to China this time to prepare for the establishment of a dojo in the Magic City.

This person did have exchanges with the upper echelons of the company, but "Nardoutong" was only one of the many areas of his negotiations. There was another party whose identity caught Yan Huan's attention——

There are many people in Bihe Mountain.

"They created public opinion, provoked domestic conflicts and confrontations, stigmatized China in various small circles, and even went to great lengths to praise Japan's actions, disregarding history and glorifying the war..."

"You secretly supported them in doing a lot of things."

Some bugs hiding in the dark, the poison that has not been cleaned up after the Anti-Japanese War, always jump out from time to time to disgust people.

Gazing at the battered wanderer, Yan Huan recalled the words of experience inscribed by the founder Sanfeng in the stone cave in the back mountain:
Extraordinary things require extraordinary people. Immortality is an extraordinary thing. "If you want to become an immortal, you should do 1,300 good deeds," the saints have said. If you don't change your old mind and don't make any achievements, you are deceiving yourself.

The blessings and good fortunes of the world cannot be inherited by those without good fortune. Knowing that this is a matter that transcends the heavens and all the gods obey one's orders, if one does not have great achievements and deeds, how can one submit to the gods and ghosts?

After thinking for a while, Yan Huan called Zhao Fangxu.

"What's wrong, Xiao Huan? Have you found the Eight Fraud Gods?"

"Thanks to Mr. Zhao and the unremitting efforts of the comrades in the Information Department, Huan has lived up to everyone's expectations." Yan Huan replied, and then changed the subject, "Mr. Zhao, to be honest, I have recently gained some insights into magic, and I would like to ask Mr. Zhao for some consumables for cultivation."

"Consumables?" Zhao Fangxu pondered for a moment, "If it's not those rare materials and treasures, the company's inventory should be able to solve it."

"of course not."

"what is that?"

"people."

"People?" Zhao Fangxu was so shocked that he stood up from his chair and quickly advised, "We can't go down this evil path!"

Yan Huan immediately rejected it and said, "Boss Zhao, this is not an evil path. Today, I entered Wudang Mountain and was deeply impressed by the demeanor of Sanfeng Zhenren. Therefore, I admired him and wanted to walk the path that Zhenren had walked before."

"I don't want to achieve eternal merit, I just want to feel at ease in my heart."

Zhao Fangxu drank a sip of hot tea and pinched his forehead. How come he was talking so vaguely after just one day at Wudang Mountain?

"Xiao Huan, what do you want to do?"

"I will also learn from the Taoist master Sanfeng, ride a crane to Wudang, and go to exterminate the demons in Jiazi."

(End of this chapter)