Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 212 Insidious Stick Techniques

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Ma Lingbai let out a strange laugh and slightly ground his forefoot.

Suddenly, a large number of sharp spikes sprang up from the muddy ground where Chu Tianshu and the ten people behind him were standing.

The spikes, like stalagmites, sprawl out of the ground at breakneck speed.

But just an inch above the ground, Chu Tianshu's right foot trembled.

This land instantly hardened like steel, flat and smooth, and all the stalagmites that rose above the surface crumbled into dust.

As the ground shook, all ten figures leaped into the air.

Of the ten people, nine were straw figures, belonging to members of the Special Arrest Division who had flown from Chang'an to Yao Qianshu's home.

These nine people, both men and women, possessed temperaments ranging from serene and gentle to solemn and dignified to spirited and determined.

They had all practiced the "Nine Syllable Mantra," some from Taoism and some from Buddhism.

There is also a straw figure, which belongs to Lin Baisui.

He Lai chose him not because he was Chu Tianshu's senior brother, but because he was the person with the highest attainment in "The Secret of the Horizontal and Vertical Blessings" besides Chu Tianshu.

With him around, there is another type of Nine Syllable Mantra available, and he is extremely good at providing assistance.

In Chu Tianshu's hands, "The Secret of the Horizontal and Vertical Blessings" has become increasingly more lethal.

Lin Baisui, on the other hand, placed greater emphasis on the harmonizing effect of "Zongheng Mizhu" from the very beginning.

When the ten figures took flight, the atmosphere around them was incredibly harmonious.

Like a flock of geese, already lined up, soaring together in the wind.

They were thirteen or fourteen meters off the ground.

Between the humanoid figure and the earth, there is a repulsive force field that is both present and absent. If the body leans forward slightly, it will accelerate forward.

This is also because they are now attached to the straw figures with their living souls, and in the spirit world, the environment is much lighter than their physical bodies in the human world.

By simply stretching and extending the arms, along with hand gestures, one can adjust the direction and speed.

This kind of flight is light, but not flimsy.

Each person exudes a powerful energy when they fly.

The ten spiritual mediums had already been silently chanting incantations in their hearts when they left Deer Village.

They walked behind Chu Tianshu and Feng Jianhua, feeling the dust and grime of the journey being blocked and separated by the two men.

All ten people left easily and peacefully.

The meaning of the incantation became more and more refined with each recitation, and the footprints of the ten people became lighter and lighter.

At that moment, they soared into the air at incredible speed, yet without any abruptness.

Like a long ink mark, it spreads out here, and with a single stroke, it naturally transcends the mundane, a perfect outcome.

The one-eyed shaman of the Guang'er tribe lost some of his momentum when he saw the ten people flying towards him from afar.

"God! How could this be?!"

"No matter which race in Bo Ye Continent they belong to, it's impossible for ten unfamiliar sorcerers to suddenly appear!"

The one-eyed wizard was greatly shocked and hurriedly waved his short staff, creating four black whirlwinds in the air.

They were trying to stop their opponent in order to create an opportunity for themselves to turn and flee.

But the ten people were in perfect unison, and they raised their bodies again to dodge the whirlwind, each forming a hand seal with their left hand while simultaneously striking out with their right.

The soldiers are all ready to fight; their ranks are arrayed and they march forward!

The ten people recited different mantras.

An invisible force slammed directly into the one-eyed wizard.

The one-eyed wizard roared in pain, his only remaining eye bulged outwards, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and he crashed to the ground.

Having been blessed by the River God for many years, he had not a single hidden ailment or ailment.

Even though the witchcraft he practiced was of no benefit to his bones and muscles, this one-eyed man's vitality was astonishingly tenacious.

As soon as he hit the ground, he rolled around in the paddy field, then swung his bamboo cane, carrying the mud and rice seedlings, into the air.

The water droplets burst open, and the rice seedlings shattered.

A hazy, brownish-yellow whirlwind rose up and enveloped him.

The whirlwind, over two meters high, split into two with a twist, and then into four with another twist, escaping in different directions.

It was impossible to tell which whirlwind he was hiding in.

But at that moment, Lin Baisui sent out a silver needle, pointing directly at the whirlwind in the east.

Ten people clapped at the same time.

An immense amount of mental energy was channeled into that silver needle.

The silver needles, hot and red-hot, suddenly lengthened, dancing in the air like serpents, tracing a winding, repetitive path.

Its vigorous strokes resemble a dragon, while its twisted strokes resemble a vine.

The entire trajectory of the red light resembled a complete talisman with a beginning and an end.

The talisman was imprinted into the whirlwind and exploded on the spot.

A bloody scream was heard, and blood mist spread everywhere.

The bamboo root staff spun and flew out, half of it already charred.

When it landed on the ridge of the field, the remaining half of the staff shattered with a snap.

The field that Chu Tianshu and his group specifically chose was in a very good location.

The wizards lived in different places, but when they arrived at this field, they were all located to the east of it.

The shaman and nun of the Guang'er tribe fly in the air.

The figure of the old man with lotus leaves was not far below them.

Black Tooth Three was to the side of the old man, slightly behind.

The scene of the one-eyed wizard exploding almost simultaneously entered their field of vision, causing all four of them to gasp for breath.

These shamans, for thirty years in a row, held grand sacrifices to the god of Liubo, and indeed received rewards.

But the authority of the god of flowing waves had already taken deep root in their hearts, exerting a strong and unconscious influence on them.

Even though the death of Heichi Nancang had made them feel a sense of crisis to some extent.

However, provoked by the blatant insult to their own deity, they still flew into a rage. Besides, other wizards would surely follow, and each wizard thought that if they joined forces, they would have fewer reservations.

To their surprise, when they approached the field, they did not see the horse-faced demon who had killed Black Tooth Nancang.

The appearance and number of the opponents were completely different from what was expected.

There were ten skilled sorcerers, and even if you took them all out individually, several of them might not be as good as the one-eyed sorcerer.

But the combined strength of ten people was enough to crush the one-eyed sorcerer.

"We unite!"

The old man with lotus leaves let out a loud shout and took out a bronze mirror from his sleeve.

The seven shamans of Fanliang were actually quite experienced in cooperation.

They joined forces to establish the authority of the new river god, and over the years, they have always cooperated in performing a spell during each major festival.

However, it has been a long time since we've seen such a direct joint operation.

So long ago, when the old man with lotus leaves took out the bronze mirror, he couldn't quite remember whether they had ever fought a direct battle with any faction like this.

Those tribesmen were ultimately cowardly; they seemed to pose little threat to them before being suppressed and forced to submit.

But the enemy will not give them a chance to reminisce or regroup.

Ten shadowy figures have already been projected.

Even the wide-eared wizard, who was also flying in the air, was like a vicious bird caught in a net in front of these ten figures.

The power of thought, amplified by magic, influences natural phenomena.

The two black whirlwinds suddenly merged, lengthened, and grew stronger.

Golden fireworks spheres spiraled through the black whirlwind.

Four figures were all hidden inside the whirlwind, and the light spots from the bronze mirror appeared and disappeared in various parts of the whirlwind.

The light, once it falls on someone, seems to steal their soul.

The group of psychics, however, showed no fear and attacked the menacing landscape.

They are not only psychics, but also seasoned warriors!
Bang! ! !
The sound of qi colliding with heavy metal objects echoed across the fields.

Chu Tianshu and Ma Lingbai had already exchanged blows more than a hundred times during the time the psychic flew across the fields.

They all just waved their arms because their hands were the fastest.

In comparison, Ma Lingbai has an iron rod in his hand, which should give him a slight advantage.

However, Ma Lingbai's staff struck down, covering all directions around Chu Tianshu's body.

But they were all deflected by the afterimage of Chu Tianshu's palm.

The collision of the palm and the iron rod flashed with hundreds of bluish-white light.

He changed his stance with the stick, unleashing a barrage of rapid thrusts, which were completely blocked by his hands.

The afterimages of Chu Tianshu's palms formed an impenetrable wall in front of his body.

Ma Lingbai had already trained to the point where he felt the iron rod was part of his own body.

But only now has he realized that the iron rod is not actually his own body.

The stick in my hand was getting hotter and hotter, and it was becoming more and more like an angry, struggling dragon, buzzing incessantly and difficult to control.

When using an iron rod to transmit force, it is ultimately not as effective as transmitting force through one's own body, which allows for more complete control.

Moreover, each collision between Chu Tianshu's palm and the iron rod carried two different forces.

After the stick struck the internal force, it flashed with a bluish-green light before it could touch Chu Tianshu's palm.

This means that every strike from Ma Lingbai was subjected to a double counterattack of internal force and physical strength.

However, this two-pronged counterattack was seamlessly integrated.

The rhythm of the iron bar attacks was disrupted without anyone noticing.

The residual internal force on the rod had an lingering, resonant effect.

Ma Lingbai's initial warlike curiosity and willingness to help the wizard have completely vanished.

He realized that the opponent before him was someone he needed to fight to the death against.

The power of those ten sorcerers cannot be controlled at will. If they remain here, they will only interfere with both sides. However, they are a factor that can be used.

But now, those people are no longer here.

If you're going to fight for your life, you can only make use of the inanimate objects around you.

Ma Lingbai suddenly stepped back and swept the stick to the side.

The water in the field was shattered by his blow, instantly forming a white mist that spread several meters around.

Upon impact with the water, the iron rod generated a twisting force, spinning rapidly.

The mud was absorbed onto the tip of the stick and instantly hardened by a supernatural power, becoming like a black millstone. Driven by the iron stick, it smashed towards Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu slapped his palm onto the millstone.

Bang! ! !
A strong wind swept away the clear white mist, making the millstone seem about to explode.

Chu Tianshu's eyes flashed, and he understood the other party's plan.

The thick layer of earth and stone acts as a buffer, preventing the iron rod from being affected by too subtle forces.

However, Chu Tianshu also had experience dealing with such supernatural powers.

The palm force was instantly contained, and the five fingers gripped inward. Instead of channeling internal energy into the soil and rocks, the internal energy was used to wrap around the boulder.

Even if the opponent withdraws their supernatural powers, as long as their internal energy remains, this clump of earth and stone will not dissipate.

Instead, he wanted to use the boulder to restrain the head of the stick.

In that split second, Ma Lingbai released his grip and staggered back ten meters.

Chu Tianshu leaned forward, about to pounce and chase, his feet already slightly off the ground.

Ma Lingbai stomped his foot on the ground like lightning.

The long ridges of the field look as if a fine long stick had already been secretly buried in the soil.

A ten-meter-long, gray-white stick, as tough as a dragon, bursts out of the ground.

The tail end was still under Ma Lingbai's feet.

The top suddenly rose up and struck Chu Tianshu's groin.

(End of this chapter)