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Chapter 337 You No Longer Have a Chance (Please Subscribe, Read, and Comment)
The so-called flame has many different kinds in Taoism. Just by dividing it according to the five elements, one can create flames of different properties to kill the enemy.

But Martin was too lazy to do those fancy tricks, so he placed five flags for making and calling fire in five directions and pulled the trigger of his musket, thus triggering this simple but fierce flame formation.

He didn't chant any spells or call upon any divine power, he simply used his magic power to light a fire.

Sufficient fire energy had already gathered in the five flags. Once triggered, they turned into ferocious fire spirits, crossed the overlapping waves of fire, squeezed from the outside to the inside, and rushed towards the tree monster that wanted to retract its body into the ground.

Fire dragons, fire birds, fire lions, fire leopards... these larger fire spirits bit the trunk of the tree demon with a grunt and held it tightly.

"Go away!"

The tree demon looked at the ferocious sea of fire, not realizing that he had completely fallen into it.

All of this was a trap set by the Taoist priest in front of him, who was dressed like a marching soldier. He was completely tricked by him.

"Damn Taoist priest, how can you be a hero if you use such a scheme?"

This tree demon spoke fluent Mandarin, even more standard than Zhou Zanxi who had just left.

The dark treetops kept shaking, and leaves as big as baby's palms fell down like a rain.

As the tree demon shouted and cursed, not only was its trunk bitten by the fire spirit, the billowing demonic energy was burned into black smoke, and the trunk was also turned into burnt charcoal.

Its magic power, its soul, everything about it was trembling in the flames. If it didn't escape from the encirclement of the fire spirit, it would be burned to ashes sooner or later.

Martin held the musket in one hand and looked coldly at the tree demon surrounded by flames. He had already anticipated all possible actions of the other party.

"You have practiced Taoism for a thousand years, but you haven't even formed a golden elixir. You are just a duckweed in the wind. This level of cultivation is good enough to bully a little girl like Zhou Zanxi, but it is far from enough for you to show off in front of me."

He grabbed the musket and pointed it at the tree demon. Magic power flowed out of his body and began to burn, spreading to the gun body and forming cracks like burning charcoal.

I wanted to see what this guy's background was, but he didn't show up.

In this case, there is no point in waiting any longer!
Martin lost interest in the thousand-year-old tree demon in front of him and prepared to take the other's life to end the matter.

Martin did not hide the murderous intent in his heart. His magical power became violent and anyone with a discerning eye could tell what he was going to do.

"After swallowing a golden elixir, my fate will be determined by myself, and I can be called an earthly immortal."

"Throughout the ages, countless humans and monsters on the path of cultivation have been trapped on such a golden elixir. How dare you speak so arrogantly?"

The thousand-year-old tree demon saw that Martin was about to kill him and no longer thought about escaping.

It buried its roots into the soil of Gotham and madly absorbed the power within, no matter what it was.

The big tree, which originally had only its crown protruding from the ground, began to grow wildly. The trunk became thicker and longer and soon reached a length of more than ten meters.

The leaves swaying in the wind on the treetops are no longer baby hands, but have turned into real baby heads.

When the wind blows, these heads make creepy crying sounds, which add up to form a terrifying sound that strikes the heart.

Countless branches hung down from the treetops, clacking on the ground as if looking for something.

Of course, Barbara noticed the change in the tree demon and retreated back to Martin immediately, without causing trouble for either of them just to prove herself.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

She asked, and put a few more talismans on the blade to ensure that the fierce thunder and fire could continue to burn.

Barbara certainly understood Chinese, but she couldn't understand what "Golden Elixir" was.

In the European and American world that originated from Rome and Greece, belief in God only requires faith, while wizards rely on blood and sacrifice.

The concept of cultivation does not exist in their culture.

As for tests, they are more to demonstrate the believers' loyalty to God and the anger of wizards who have been abandoned by the system.

"Just think of Jindan as some kind of job title. It doesn't matter anyway!"

Martin explained it to Barbara using a crude and very unreasonable metaphor, and then said:

"This guy's defense is broken. I'm just telling the truth."

Martin didn't have the golden elixir, and he had no need for that kind of thing.

"It's a pity that the guy who sent this tree demon is too patient and has been reluctant to show up. Now, I have no choice but to kill him!"

The tree demon finally revealed its true form, which was a huge locust tree.

It looked at the branches in the tree canopy from afar, the leaves colliding with each other, the baby heads making crying sounds, and the situation became more and more chaotic, attracting the ghosts to approach.

Martin filled the musket with special bullets and gunpowder, and looked at the locust tree in front of him and said in amazement: "A locust tree is indeed a good seedling for practicing ghost and god Taoism. If he uses all his strength when we zombies fight, I think it will be a bit troublesome to deal with him."

"But now it's too late!"

"This road is blocked, all ghosts retreat."

Martin shouted loudly, and six streams of Yellow Sky Qi formed a net. The ghosts attracted by the tree demon crashed into the net and instantly melted in the Yellow Sky Qi.

There is no mention of the underworld in the teachings of the Taiping Dao, although descriptions of the underworld had become detailed by the Western Han Dynasty.

The ideal of "bringing about a peaceful world" pursued by Taiping Dao is to ultimately turn everyone into a god, free from worries, illness, disasters and troubles, so that they can enjoy eternal peace under the Yellow Sky.

Although the ideal of this peaceful world is now shattered after all, when Martin was cooking, the magic of the Taiping Dao caused unexpected harm to the ghosts.

There is no so-called underworld under the Yellow Sky, so naturally there is no place for these ghosts to stay. They can only carry their last regrets or obsessions, slowly transform into the energy of the Yellow Sky, and finally become a part of the Yellow Sky.

The tree demon watched this scene and his eyes almost popped out if he had this organ.

"Where on earth did this weird Taoist priest come from? How could he know so many strange and bizarre spells?"

The tree demon's knowledge was still too shallow and he did not recognize the magic of Taiping Dao.

But it has eyes and knows that the armored human in front of it is not easy to deal with.

Therefore,
"I have to strike first, otherwise I won't have a chance to strike!"

The tree demon suddenly became murderous and killed the man immediately.

The treetops swayed, and the baby's head hanging on the branches swayed, opening its big mouth with three or four rows of cone-like teeth that kept spinning and blowing out breaths.

As soon as this breath was blown out, it turned into a fierce evil wind, pressing down on the clouds in a dark manner, and making the fire spirits that were surrounding and biting the tree demon stagger, as if they would dissipate at any time.

Then this fierce evil wind turned in a circle, rolled up the clouds in the sky, and produced drops of dark green poisonous water that sprinkled to the ground, forming a poisonous rain.

The poisonous rain was so fierce that it directly extinguished the flames that were rushing towards the tree demon. It also corroded large holes in the ground, and the venom gathered in the holes, like a swamp.

"Barbara, pull up your robe!"

Facing the poisonous rain, Martin's first reaction was to care for Barbara first and lift up her black robe covered with talismans.

This black robe was originally made for Martin, and it was specially lengthened and widened to wrap up the petite Barbara. Martin silently chanted the Golden Light Mantra, and the magic power emerged from the inside out and connected to the armor, turning into a set of magic armor, which was wrapped on the outside.

When the poisonous rain fell, even though Martin was not wearing a helmet, he was not affected at all.

The dark green raindrops hit the magic armor with a crackling sound and exploded one after another, carrying the magic power of the tree demon, with fangs and claws, and extremely poisonous.

Martin stretched out his hand and touched the armor, and his fingertips felt the thick mucus, which emitted a foul odor and tried to erode his magic power, but to no avail.

"This method is quite good. An ordinary Taoist priest would not be able to survive for a quarter of an hour under this poisonous rain and would be reduced to bones."

"You are quite an insightful Taoist."

The tree demon laughed loudly and became more and more rampant.

It did not reveal its human form. Tens of thousands of baby heads on its wrists opened their mouths together, making sharp sounds, forming waves of sound that tore apart everything that approached the tree demon.

"Since I was born with spiritual intelligence, I have been able to travel between the Yin and Yang worlds, collect the souls of the dead on the Styx, and cultivate, and transform them into this drop of real water. If it touches you, you will faint, and if it touches you, you will die."

"This is a man of virtue who has cultivated to the level of a golden elixir. If he gets touched by this drop of my true water, the clear river will turn into white bones, leaving only his soul for me to eat."

"That Taoist priest, give me your life!"

The tree demon was boasting one moment, and suddenly attacked the next.

Thick tree roots penetrated underground, shaped like a dragon, directly pushing up the ground to reveal the pitch-black roots.

The ground was torn apart, with cracks everywhere, looking like gullies where a war had just ended.

Facing the attack of the tree roots, Barbara was the first to act. She swung her long knife and with fierce thunder and fire, she directly cut off a piece of the roots that were rushing towards it, and then burned it to ashes.

"Mortals are ignorant and don't know that these roots and stems are also external to the body. No matter how much you chop them, it will be useless."

Seeing that the sound had no effect on Martin, the tree demon changed its tune and pointed the gun directly at Barbara.

The fierce sound waves and the devilish sound that struck the heart, the double force was about to fall on the girl.

Boom!
Martin directly took out a large shield with a tiger head carved on it and placed it in front of Barbara, repelling the tree demon's attack.

The sound waves went back and forth, but without much loss, and were countered by the shield, knocking the baby's head off the tree demon's branch.

These heads cried and wailed, and just listening to them made one feel extremely sad, but in the end it could not change their fate. They fell heavily to the ground and turned into a pool of pus.

"Enough of the foreplay, prepare to die!"

Martin lifted the large shield with one hand and took out a large gun from the box with the other.

This gun does not have too many gorgeous decorations. It only has two characteristics: it is long and thick, and the gun tip flashes a sharp cold light.

"It's not certain which of us will die!"

The dryad screamed and shifted the focus of its attack to Martin.

The tree roots were as thick as those of a dragon, spitting venom and there were branches everywhere, surrounding Martin from all directions, and taking Barbara into account as well.

"Little tricks!"

Martin held a gun and shield, like a general about to charge.

He grabbed the gun in the middle part of its tail with his right hand and thrust it forward and swung it.

Martin sent his magic power into his body, and his strength increased tenfold and twentyfold. The moment the spear thrust out, there was a roar like an explosion, and it directly tore into pieces all the tree roots and branches that were rushing towards him.

Amid the flying debris, Martin flicked his wrist, causing the spear to swing, creating a wave of force with the purest strength, and forcibly tore a path through the bushes.

The tree demon watched Martin wield his spear, and all the real roots and poisonous branches that he was so proud of were torn into pieces.

Damn it, which one of us is the monster?
How can you, a Taoist priest who only uses the purest magic power, be stronger and faster than a fairy like me?

Jealousy makes people crazy, and failure makes people hard to accept.

The tree demon couldn't accept being defeated by a mortal. It was annoying and always able to come up with some new and strange methods, but it still refused to accept it.

The roots rose up and tore up the ground.

The baby in the treetops spit out gusts of evil wind, stirring up the white clouds.

The dense branches surrounded Martin like a group of snakes that had caught their prey, with venom.

"Repetitive tricks don't work on me!"

Martin turned his left hand and held the shield across the branches in front of him that had come out of the gaps. The branches were directly squeezed and exploded, splashing out streams of venom.

The tiger head on the shield seemed to come alive. It first turned its head, and then passively bit the tree roots and branches that pounced on it.

Then it jumped out from the shield and turned into an iron tiger, waving its claws and biting with its sharp teeth. The so-called tree demon couldn't stop it at all.

Martin swung his spear, and the tip of the spear hooked the five fire flags that were suppressed to the extreme, and transferred the fire in them to the gun body.

Soon, the originally shiny gun head turned red and hot, and a faint dragon pattern appeared on the gun body.

Martin placed his spear on the shield, exerted force with his legs, and tried to find someone to attack. Like a tank, he launched a resolute charge towards the core of the tree demon.

boom!
laugh!
The most common sound was in Martin's ears.

He pushed the big shield with one hand and crushed all obstacles in front of him. The bronze tiger, symbolizing killing on the battlefield, kept tearing the body of the tree monster into pieces.

The spear had turned red, flames rose, and all the hidden magic power of the tree demon was burned into green smoke.

The tree demon tried his best but couldn't stop Martin from moving forward, so he turned his attention to Barbara again.

As long as they can quickly threaten the woman's life, they can force this Taoist priest of unknown origin to give up the attack.

At this moment, the tree demon no longer had so many thoughts.

It was clear that stopping Martin from attacking once was pointless.

Even if this plan succeeded, Martin would retreat, but he would still be able to find an opportunity to attack again.

"It's too late, you don't have any chance!"

Martin began to speed up. He was like a drill, rushing towards the body of the tree demon without hesitation. Everything in his way turned into ashes.

This is the power of Taoist soldiers.

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