Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 167 Welcome Back
Chen Zuqi has many methods.

For example, once he has mastered the power of divine will, as long as he emits it towards a certain target, he can make the other person feel desolate and bleak through all five senses and six perceptions.

Even with Abbot Miaofan's profound internal martial arts skills and years of meditation, his concentration and mental state were severely affected just now.

However, these things showed virtually no effect on Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu didn't even need to use his physical body to withstand the interference of the White Bone Divine Will; his soldier spirit would mobilize concentrated mental power to offset those negative effects.

As for methods like leveraging external forces or neutralizing their power.

Chen Zuqi has a good tolerance for sharp objects and hard force, but his ability to control and transform these attacks is far less than that of internal energy. He is somewhat unaccustomed to Chu Tianshu's fighting style.

That leaves only the brute-force method.

The ultimate technique to boost your luck: brute force against brute force!
Chen Zuqi spread his arms wide, and the black and white wisps of energy emanating from his body, along with the two powerful and violent internal forces, were visible to everyone in the hall.

However, only Chu Tianshu sensed another scene in that split second.

Above Chen Zuqi's head, a continuous stream of pale white smoke was being drawn down.

That was power from the Misty Clouds Realm, filled with the resentment of people from the past who had become nothing but bones. As soon as it entered the body of this Pirate King, it was transformed into white internal energy.

One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand, yet the cries of those bones can still be heard.

Xiahou Feishan's sword intent was still unknowingly clashing and grinding against a certain kind of power in the Misty Cloud Realm.

Chen Zuqi, on the other hand, can already leverage this confrontation.

If we can't borrow manpower, we'll borrow the power of mist and clouds.

However, this state has significant aftereffects. If it lasts for a long time, it will cause Chen Zuqi to often space out and become somewhat confused about his own identity.

He never imagined that this battle at Southern Shaolin would force him to use this move.

call! !

As Chu Tianshu's figure arrived, Chen Zuqi suddenly dodged backward, clinging tightly to the large red-lacquered pillar.

The black and white wisps behind him resembled a wondrous lifting mechanism.

The moment he touched the pillar, he rose ten feet in height, leaving a trail of afterimages.

Chu Tianshu's palm strike, delivered as he pursued, landed on the pillar but missed its target, thus wasting no effort; the pillar remained undamaged.

But Chen Zuqi's figure suddenly lowered, and he stomped on Chu Tianshu's forearm.

Just as Chu Tianshu withdrew his hand, he saw a leg shadow tear through the air and kick towards him.

Bang! !

Chu Tianshu blocked with his arm, and his sleeve suddenly tore. At the point of impact, a gray ripple seemed to explode.

When the waves touched the ground, a groove ten feet long appeared on the stone bricks, and the broken stones were thrown to both sides like powder.

Chen Zuqi pushed the pillar with both hands behind his waist, his figure leaping forward in mid-air, kicking out in quick succession.

Using his own "Black Armor Blade" technique as a starting point, he amassed and transformed white internal energy. When attacking, ninety percent of the energy was newly transformed, and he unleashed his surging inner energy without restraint.

Chu Tianshu blocked more than a dozen of his kicks, feeling that each of his strikes was not only magnificent and powerful, but also carried an upward surging undercurrent.

It looked like they were about to lift Chu Tianshu into the air.

Chu Tianshu had already entered the Vajra Samadhi state, and his internal energy was flowing freely within his body. Each collision was extremely powerful and short, not even allowing the opponent's strength to fully erupt.

Even so, he still felt that his feet were almost touching the ground, and he couldn't help but retreat repeatedly before he could stand firmly on the ground.

Seeing this, Zen Master Miaokong suddenly took off the prayer beads around his neck, spread his arms, and sprang forward.

Zhao Yannian's "Supreme Divine Power for Subduing Demons with Fixed Pearl" was learned from Miaokong.

Miao Kong himself was even more skilled in this technique, making him one of the top hidden weapon masters in the Southern martial arts world.

The rosary hanging around her neck had as many as 108 beads, each flat and as hard as steel.

With a burst of all his might, all the prayer beads were precisely aimed at Chen Zuqi's acupoints.

It was as if a rosary bead was arranged in mid-air to form a rough human shape, which was then rapidly imprinted onto Chen Zuqi.

What's even more remarkable is that he knew Chen Zuqi could absorb internal energy, so he didn't pour his internal energy into the prayer beads, but only used it to launch them.

collapse! ! !
These prayer beads struck a few inches in front of Chen Zuqi and suddenly produced a loud bang.

Black and white wisps of air were faintly visible, while the number of white wisps of air increased rapidly.

They forcefully kept the prayer beads suspended in mid-air, preventing them from moving forward.

Miao Kong's face was filled with horror. She couldn't help but groan, and blood flowed from her nose and ears.

He used his power too quickly and too forcefully, which injured himself first.

Each bead of the rosary launched at such a cost possessed a force no less than that of a divine fire spear.

By using his internal energy to block the prayer beads from a distance, Chen Zuqi consumed so much internal energy that it was almost equivalent to Miao Kong's entire cultivation.

A person's internal energy is limited. If it is used up too drastically, it will soon need to be adjusted and restored.

After Chen Zuqi forcefully blocked the prayer beads, his expression hardened and his hands suddenly clenched together.

All the prayer beads were gathered into a ball by the vast internal energy.

He had no time to care about Miao Kong at this moment; his primary objective was to kill Chu Tianshu.

With his inner strength protecting him, he blocked the prayer beads, then pulled them back and smashed them down – the whole action happened in the blink of an eye.

The sphere formed by the prayer beads spun rapidly with a buzzing sound as it crashed down on Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu's face was now shrouded in the shadows when he suddenly patted his belt.

Wow! ! !
Flames soared into the sky.

It was a transparent flame, yet it distorted the air and warped the senses of everyone around it.

A fierce flame, two or three zhang high, suddenly erupted, completely obscuring Chu Tianshu's figure, making everyone's hearts pound with fear.

Chen Zuqi had not expected such a change.

He vaguely felt that this was an illusion, but he couldn't discern where Chu Tianshu's figure was located under the illusion's cover.

The rosary sphere has already fallen down according to its original trajectory.

boom! !

The grayish-white internal force inside the rosary sphere suddenly exploded.

The illusion of fire created by Chu Tianshu was extinguished.

Under Chen Zuqi's attack, a hole more than three feet deep appeared in the rock foundation of the Mahavira Hall.

Taking advantage of that brief moment, Chu Tianshu shifted the distance diagonally, formed sword fingers with both hands, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and pointed his fingertips at his shoulders.

He then straightened his arms.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! The sound, like steel grinding against each other, emanated from his body, forming a powerful, surging sound.

That was the speed at which his internal energy flowed, rapidly increasing under stimulation. Chu Tianshu browsed the Southern Shaolin manuals, searching for the secrets of refining spirit into qi. Although he hadn't made any breakthrough progress yet, he was adept at finding other benefits in the process.

For example, the "Indra Claw," the most powerful killing technique in Southern Shaolin, embodies the spirit of the Thunder God, and its effect is mainly achieved through the specific circulation of internal energy in the meridians.

Chu Tianshu cultivated the Martial Stove God, and all his meridians were open. His Yellow Sprout True Qi flowed freely without obstruction. Although the source of his internal energy was different from that of the locals, he could still simulate a similar circulation path.

If he were to use fourteen hearts to circulate the palm thunder, matching the Indra's Claw, it would still be insufficient against an opponent like Chen Zuqi.

Then let's unleash the internal energy of the "Heavenly Hanging Divine Skill" even faster, faster, and even faster!!
"You brat, prepare to die."

As soon as the illusion of flames vanished, Chen Zuqi sensed Chu Tianshu's location, exhaled and made a sound to aid his internal energy, and was about to pounce with all his might.

Unexpectedly, Chu Tianshu's figure suddenly tore through the air and rushed straight towards them.

The wind howled, and the blue light shone on our faces.

A cyan aura emanated from his palms, circulating rapidly, making this already pure energy even more condensed and intense.

Several slender cyan rays of light flickered and danced on his palm.

It was like a silent flash of lightning amidst the clamor of the wind.

Chen Zuqi's brow twitched, his face contorted with rage, and he unleashed a palm strike, channeling the power of the White Bone Technique to its maximum.

The white power that had been temporarily transferred completely overwhelmed his own black internal energy, spreading throughout his entire body.

This made him look like a white-haired, white-faced, white-robed, and ethereal being surrounded by white mist.

Click! !

A faint but very clear cracking sound was heard.

It's like a line of lightning suddenly appearing in the clouds and falling to the ground in a vast, desolate wilderness.

The light and sound both emanated from the point where the two were clashing hands.

Chu Tianshu's palm struck the other's palm, unleashing a sharp, cyan lightning bolt.

The surging white internal energy seemed to be split open by Chu Tianshu's body, blowing backward from both sides of him.

The robes of everyone in the hall were billowing in the strong wind.

Outside the hall, some craftsmen who heard the strange noise stood up to look, but the strong wind made them lose their footing.

Chen Zuqi's face showed surprise and doubt: "You..."

The opponent's internal force took effect too quickly, actually splitting through his powerful internal energy and directly imprinting itself into his bones.

"Cut the nonsense!"

Blood seeped from Chu Tianshu's mouth, his teeth were scarlet, and he swung his palms rapidly.

Chen Zuqi blocked ten palm strikes in succession, when suddenly a bolt of lightning shot out from his chest, tearing his clothes and revealing a charred wound.

He heard the sound of his heart meridian cracking, which sent chills down his spine.

Even if one could distinguish between the power of bone-setting techniques and the endless, surging energy that was transformed, it still couldn't stop the opponent's damage.

In that moment of hesitation, Chu Tianshu's hand broke through his arm defenses and reached for his face.

Chen Zuqi hastily turned his head to the side.

Chu Tianshu clenched his fingers and ripped out a large clump of hair from his temples, leaving it covered in blood.

The "Slipping Technique" was so powerful that it penetrated deep into the skin and flesh; with this grab, a piece of Chen Zuqi's scalp was torn off.

"roll!"

Chen Zuqi roared in pain, sweeping his arms forward and slamming his palms together.

Two streams of white internal energy collided and erupted, repelling everything in front of them.

The Buddhist banners hanging from the beams were all torn to shreds, and the incense burner was shaken so hard that it clanged and dust flew outwards.

Chu Tianshu's figure was like a phantom, yet he had already avoided the impact, circled around to his back, and as he passed by from the side, he casually ripped off a piece of flesh from his right leg.

When Chen Zuqi tried to turn around, he discovered that the bones of his knee joint were exposed.

The sharp pain in his knee slowed his turn. Years of combat experience made him abandon the idea of ​​turning around and quickly unleash his power, wanting to charge forward.

However, the excruciating pain in his back had already erupted repeatedly.

Miao Kong and the others looked up.

Chen Zuqi rushed forward, but behind him flashed a series of blood-red claw shadows.

They couldn't even see where Chu Tianshu was.

All that could be seen were streaks of blue light flickering at the ends of those blood-red claw shadows.

Chen Zuqi had only darted two zhang away when the hand chasing him had already surpassed his body length.

puff!
A blood-soaked hand, clutching a heart, emerged from Chen Zuqi's chest.

A thin, blue light flickered in his palm, annihilating the heart into ashes.

Chen Zuqi's face contorted, his lips moved but no sound came out, and his body fell forward, revealing Chu Tianshu standing behind him.

The corpse's back exposed stark white bones, beneath which lay patches of varying shades of blood, a sight too painful to behold.

Chu Tianshu's face was covered in blood and sweat, yet his gaze was fixed intently on the corpse, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

"Lin Bing Dou Zhe..."

Chu Tianshu's voice was long and drawn out as he waved his hands in the air, making four vertical and five horizontal gestures.

He controlled the bloodstains on his hands, directing them to his fingertips and leaving them in mid-air, forming nine blood lines in the air.

"All troops, advance in formation!"

A scream suddenly rang out in mid-air.

An angry face rose up within the grid of four vertical and five horizontal lines.

In those facial features, one could still vaguely make out Chen Zuqi's face.

"I've dominated my life, yet I've failed here!"

"I'm not reconciled, kid. I'll haunt you even as a ghost."

Chu Tianshu swung his hand and slashed.

The blue electric arc sliced ​​through that face.

"Your physical body dies once, your evil spirit dies once, and I'm only killing you twice. I'm not satisfied yet. What if you could transform into an evil spirit again..."

Chu Tianshu couldn't stop the blood from dripping from his mouth onto his clothes, and he laughed heartily.

"Then you're welcome to come find me again!"

(End of this chapter)