Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 85 84 Poisoning
This attack came too quickly and was also long-planned.

He held his attack in reserve, but when it did strike it was like lightning. Before Monk Kong could react, the punch had already hit Kong Su's back solidly.

puff!
Kong Su raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of horror.

He was no mediocre person and was already alert when he heard the sound of breaking wind, but he first felt a strange suction force, and his internal organs seemed to tremble.

Immediately, a spiral of force gushed out, and the chest suddenly felt empty.

Eight Pure Yang Methods, swallowing and spitting, spiral!
"Kongsu!"

Monk Kong was extremely sad and angry. The other party was not only his subordinate, but also half-disciple.

Seeing that the figure retreated after one attack and fled into the forest, he blasted away the flying snow and ran madly to catch up.

"You rat! Where are you running to!"

Why is the incense master so angry?
I, I want to chase after...

Kong Su's mind was in a daze. He subconsciously controlled his body to take a step, but he fell to the ground with a thud.

There was a fist-sized hole in the chest, and the blood that seeped out quickly dyed the snow-white cavity red.

One hit kill!

A phantom with a bull's head and a human body sank into the vajra.

"By combining the Eight Pure Yang Techniques with the explosive power of the Tiger Demon Fist, I can actually kill someone of the same level with one punch?"

In the snowy forest, the leading figure was running on the snow, leaving only a trail of shallow footprints, as fast as the wind. It was Li Cunxiao.

In order to investigate the truth, he lay dormant and investigated in Pingqiu Mountain. He found that the patrol frequency of the Chai Gang was more frequent than before the escort mission, and he immediately became suspicious.

Rushing in rashly would be like walking into a trap, but Wei He's bait gave him new inspiration:
Why bother looking for them yourself? Why not just let them come out on their own?

Since there was still some monster meat left from the last hunt, Li Cunxiao simply took it out and made it into bait, and systematically lured the monsters to several strongholds of the Chai Gang.

However, the Weihe family's bait obviously has a limit. It can attract first-level monsters, but it has no appeal to second-level monsters.

Despite this, Li Cunxiao discovered some clues after repeated attempts.

The backbone of the Chai Gang, the muscle warriors, including the young leader Song Qingshan, have not been seen since the demon attack.

Li Cunxiao immediately understood that this part of the opponent's strength must be involved somewhere, but he still lacked information on what exactly happened.

He had no choice but to increase the intensity of the harassment and keep a close eye on Song Qifeng, the leader of the Chai Gang.

Until just now.

Seeing a group of people in white clothes and black hats coming out from the back mountain, he immediately rushed forward to ambush them.

After listening to what Monk Kong and the other two said, Li Cunxiao, who was hiding in secret, suddenly understood everything.

Especially when he heard that the attack by the Autumn Hunting beasts was caused by the Ming Cult, he was immediately furious.

Although the incident with the Wind Weasel King turned out to be a blessing in disguise, it could not offset the danger brought to him by the other party.

If it weren't for his good luck, he might have been eaten by the Wind Weasel King, or he might have fallen to his death from a height of a hundred meters...

Damn it, I can’t stand it anymore, so I punched Kong Su’s chest to pieces!

"You are such a coward, you think you can escape?!"

Every step Monk Kong took would stir up three-foot-high flying snow, which would chase the figure in front of him at a high speed.

But for some reason, every time I feel like I’m about to catch up, I’m always a little short.

But even if he felt something was wrong, he couldn't let Li Cunxiao go.

The secret of the conspiracy between the Chai Gang and the Ming Cult cannot be exposed now. Once Murong Bo finds out, all efforts will be wasted.

When Sect Leader Wu Yuan arrives, he will have to face the Chuqiu City on full alert - this man must die!

At this moment, Monk Kong discovered that the figure in front of him was gradually slowing down.

He did not relax his vigilance, and used his eyes and ears to capture all the information around him. He even shot out a dozen flying stones from his sleeves, causing a burst of snowflakes.

The result confused him.

"No ambush? You don't think you can handle me alone?"

Li Cunxiao suddenly stopped, turned around and swung his fist. His arm collided with the flying stone with a dull sound, and the latter immediately broke into several pieces.

"Ok?"

When Monk Kong saw the handsome and strange fox-like face, he became even more confused.

"You are not from Chuqiu City? Who sent you here? What is your purpose?"

Li Cunxiao laughed when he heard this.

"I am the Daluo Immortal, a descendant of the Jade Emperor. Because there are too many demon kings in the world, I have come down to earth to capture you!"

The blood in his body was flowing wildly, and he roared like a tiger. His face was still handsome, but his body had expanded and turned into a two-meter-tall giant.

It looks hideous yet has a strange beauty. The five dark blue fingers like iron and stone rub against each other, and sparks flash.

His breath was like thunder and he ran like the wind. Li Cunxiao arrived in front of Monk Kong in almost an instant. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and hit his chest like an iron hammer!

"Ridiculous."

Although Monk Kong was shocked, he remained calm. A white column of air blew out of his mouth and nose. He lifted up his monk's robe, and his rock-like muscles instantly turned a copper color.

His ten fingers spread out like copper pillars, then fiercely closed towards the flying fist.

clang! ! ! ! !
With his hands clasped together, a sound like a Huangzhong Dalu shook the branches and snow. Li Cunxiao's strong body was incredibly flexible. His steps stumbled and slid, and he went straight behind Monk Kong.

Feeling the whistling wind behind him, he subconsciously tensed his iron-like latissimus dorsi muscles. The sunlight reflected on the snow, making his back look like a solid wall of iron, indestructible.

"What Daluoxian? He still relies on sneak attacks...Ah!!!!!"

Monk Kong felt the pain coming from his valley gate, screamed, and subconsciously exerted force on his sphincter, and suddenly heard a cracking sound of breaking.

Li Cunxiao did a backflip to avoid the subsequent elbows and kicks.

Looking at Monk Kong with red eyes, he threw the broken arrow shaft aside.

"Master, your horizontal training is not yet perfect. How could you ignore such a vital point as the anus?"

"you!"

Monk Kong's reason was almost drowned by his rage. Ever since he had mastered the Three Great Trainings, relying on the powerful Vajra Palm taught by the sect, ordinary warriors were no match for him.

When has he ever lost such a big person!

But just as he was about to circulate his qi and blood, he suddenly felt a strange dizziness in his brain, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

His muscles twitched, and with a push, the dark green arrow shot into the snow with a puff.

Monk Kong was so angry that he was shaking and could hardly believe his eyes:
"You put poison on the arrow?! And you stuck it into my..."

"correct."

Li Cunxiao looked as if it was a matter of course.

Rectal absorption efficiency is several times higher than oral administration. Although the wound is hidden and cannot be seen, Monk Kong's ugly expression cannot be concealed.

"Master, please continue to teach me!"

Li Cunxiao took advantage of the situation and did not show any mercy. He stepped forward with his left foot and flew a dozen feet away.

The tiger claws slashed, sparks flying from Monk Kong's blocking left arm. However, just as the opponent attempted to counterattack, Li Cunxiao slipped and retreated several meters. This guerrilla warfare method made Monk Kong extremely uncomfortable.

If you exert all your strength, your Qi and blood will speed up, and the toxins will flow faster;
If you don't use your full strength, you won't have enough energy and blood to even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

Within half a minute, purple and black lines appeared on Monk Kong's neck. If he had not swallowed a bottle of detoxification pills despite the injury, he would have probably fainted from the poison by now.

"No, if this drags on, this kid will be unharmed, but I will die."

When Monk Kong thought of this, his attack suddenly became violent. There was a golden glow on his hands, and the palm wind that squeezed the air almost blew Li Cunxiao's hair away.

The stone breaker!
The latter was shocked. He didn't expect that Monk Kong, who had achieved the third level of martial arts, still had such fighting power after being poisoned for so long. He slipped and retreated several feet.

Monk Kong took advantage of this opportunity and struck the ground with his palm. Snowflakes flew all over the sky like thick fog, and he turned around and flew back.

escape!
This disadvantage was entirely due to a surprise attack. Retreating temporarily is not a disgrace; if you retain your usefulness, you will naturally be able to repay us many times over when the time is right.

However, what I was thinking was one thing, and the voice ringing in my ears was another:

"Master, why are you in such a hurry? This place is completely silent and quiet, a perfect place for meditation. Why not bury your bones here? Perhaps you can achieve Buddhahood in the flesh in the future..."

"Become your mother's head!"

Monk Kong swung his fist suddenly, and the copper-like fist collided with the blue-black five fingers, making a sound like metal and stone.

The two were shocked at the same time, but Monk Kong looked unhappy while Li Cunxiao had a smile on his face.

"Master, your strength seems to have weakened?"

clang!
Another dark blue hand wrapped around the copper-iron fist, wrestling and fighting, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

"Boy, no matter where you come from, if you disrupt the great cause of the Holy Religion, you will not have a good ending. If you know what's good for you..."

"Since I didn't have a good ending, you must die even more!"

Li Cunxiao was just testing before, but now that he was sure that the poison had taken effect, he stopped talking nonsense and punched down like a pile driver.

At first, Monk Kong was able to hold on by relying on the burst of qi and blood, but after a brief period of strength, the poison began to spread wildly.

puff.

With a low muffled sound, five dark blue fingers came together like knives and pierced through the copper-iron back.

Li Cunxiao shook his right hand, and almost all the internal organs in the soft abdominal cavity turned into powder.

He pulled out his right hand, leaving a trail of blood. Monk Kong's eyes were dim, and he was buried in the three-foot-deep snow with a thud.

A shadowy figure with the head of an ox and the body of a human flew out and sank into the vajra. The two Capricorn claws each suppressed one of the oxen.

However, compared to Monk Kong, the demonic aura in Kong Su's body is obviously weaker.

This is not the place to look up martial arts books. Li Cunxiao simply touched the corpse and, as expected, found nothing.

But he had already obtained the most valuable demons and martial arts, and noisy voices could be heard faintly in the distance.

Li Cunxiao no longer lingered, but with a single step, he drifted away like a flying goose on snow. Soon he returned to the foot of the mountain, where he mounted his red horse in a secluded spot. A quarter of an hour later, he was back in his own courtyard.

"I'll leave after my mission is done, hiding my identity and my name... The advantages that Qinggong brings me are truly enormous."

Li Cunxiao walked into the practice room, sat on the cushion, wiped his hands on the uppers of his shoes, and took off two leather shoe covers.

The appearance of the Cloud-Stepping Shoes was too conspicuous, so of course he had to cover it up.

"This is only true for the Cloud-Stepping Shoes. Once I master the Dragonfly-Dipping Water Leaping Technique and break through my muscles and gain the blessing of the Dragon Armor Vermilion Dragonfly, I'm afraid I'll be able to move freely in front of an expert in internal organs."

Li Cunxiao was excited, but he was not in a hurry to refine the demon. As usual, he copied down the martial arts contained in it.

If there is excess evil energy in the future, perhaps it can be used to expand the foundation.

Monk Kong and Kong Su both practiced a martial art called the Vajra Palm, and the demon created by their magic was called the Bull-Headed Ghost.

The "Five Sufferings Sutra" says: The jailer's name is Abang, he has an ox's head and human hands, ox hooves on his feet, and is strong enough to move mountains.

A careful reading of this Vajra Palm reveals that the hidden meanings contained therein clearly carry Buddhist connotations.

In the memories of Kong Su and Monk Kong, this martial art was a low-grade martial art that only true Ming Cult followers were qualified to practice.

This martial art is indeed quite good. The complete version can develop a "Vajra body", which strengthens the muscles, bones and membranes.

Among the lower-grade martial arts, it can even be said to be more advanced than the Tiger Demon Fist.

But even Monk Kong, the incense master, did not receive the complete version. He only received the training on tendons and bones, without any training on the membranes. This shows how strict the Ming Cult was in controlling its followers.

Without this, Li Cunxiao's plot might not have succeeded. With real swords and spears, a second-level Dacheng versus a third-level Dacheng might not be defeated, but I wouldn't say it would be a sure win.

But then again, even if the Vajra Palm was incomplete, Li Cunxiao's tiger claws almost failed to break the opponent's copper skin.

"Interesting. The Ming Cult was originally an alien sect, but after the female ruler took control and Emperor Wuzong destroyed Buddhism, it integrated into Buddhism and inherited many martial arts."

Li Cunxiao picked up the rice paper with the ink still wet and blew on it gently.

He turned around and flipped over the floor tiles in the corner of the training room. Inside the hollow bottom were copies of two secret manuals: Harrier Fist and Elephant King Horizontal Training.

I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction from stockpiling.

"Refining"

With a thought, the bull-headed ghosts in the Capricorn claws on both sides of the vajra let out a wail and turned into broken gold to light the vajra again.

The golden light spread from the spherical raised handle, extending through the lotus seats on both sides, and finally stopped at the dragon mouth of Capricorn.

Only about one fifth is left to fill the vajra!
"The evil spirit provided by a master who has achieved the third level of training is indeed extraordinary."

"The amount of energy that monk alone gave was probably more than double that of the man I killed instantly."

"Next, I just need to defeat a few more first-level monsters, and I'll be full..."

It seems inappropriate.

He killed the Ming Cult's incense master and contact person in Chuqiu. During this period of time, Pingqiu Mountain might be turned into a forbidden area by the furious Song Qifeng.

"That's fine. At worst, I can buy some demon meat from the black market. It won't hurt to delay for a few days."

"During this period, I just happened to be learning the Dragonfly Skimming Water Leaping Technique, which will help me consume less evil energy."

It is the Chai Gang and the Ming Cult who are colluding with each other, and they must have great ambitions.

Recalling what Monk Kong said about the several leaders of the Ming Cult coming together, my joy faded a lot.

After putting away the secret book, Li Cunxiao pushed the door open, rode out on his red horse, turned around and entered the escort agency, and went straight to the study.

"Oh? Sanlang, you've come just in time. Last time, your mistress has chosen a few families for you. Which one do you like?"

Li Cunxiao's eyebrows jumped and he quickly changed the subject.

"Master, I have something important to report to you."

Zhang Lishi couldn't help but frown when he heard this.

"Cunxiao, you'll be eighteen years old after the New Year. The three unfilial acts are not having a son, and the worst is not having a son. Having a family and children doesn't conflict with practicing martial arts and building a career. In fact, having a virtuous wife to support you can actually be beneficial to you."

"Look at me and your master's wife, one outside and one inside. She manages my business for me inside..."

Li Cunxiao, with a bitter face, listened to Zhang Lishi's lecture on life for half an hour before he finally seized the opportunity when the other party was drinking tea:

"Master, the Chai Clan is colluding with the Ming Cult. The leader of the Ming Cult will arrive in Chuqiu soon..."

(End of this chapter)