Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 214 Flowing Waves
【Ghost Pulse White Ape: Nine mountains and thousands of forests, the hometown of the father, ghosts and gods enter dreams, different fetuses return to their ancestors.

As the spirit "Mirror Ape" became increasingly active, it appeared in dreams at will, and the descendants born from it awakened supernatural powers after reaching adulthood and made offerings to their ancestors.

Trait (Supernatural Power):

Firstly, 90% of the abnormal meridians, except for the heart and brain, are no longer vital. The remaining limbs and organs can regenerate through sufficient food and rest.

Secondly, it can transform rotten soil into gold, shaping it at will, making it as hard as metal or rock. It is a microcosm of the divine nature of the ancient ancestors of the ape race in the spirit realm.

The moment Chu Tianshu killed Ma Lingbai, a notification popped up on the Youdu token.

That's quite rare.

Ma Lingbai has abundant qi and blood, and his mind is also protected by pure qi and blood.

Chu Tianshu used the full power of the Vertical and Horizontal Seal to affect the opponent's senses, causing a slight deviation in the connection of his strength when he was spinning, creating a small opening.

Even after an opening appeared, the inertia of the spinning impact remained, still making Chu Tianshu feel a bit of danger.

Such a vigorous and lively creature, with no trace of evil energy, could not be detected in its body during its lifetime.

Again, both body and soul perished, and there was no chance for him to undergo a transformation after death like Chen Zuqi.

In Chu Tianshu's understanding, it shouldn't be considered an evil spirit.

However, the Youdu Token not only classified him as an evil spirit, but also proactively displayed a prompt.

Could it be because the other party is a descendant of demons and gods?!

The thought in Chu Tianshu's mind flashed by in an instant, and his gaze locked onto the paper figure in the southeast corner of the field.

That is undoubtedly an evil spirit.

I don't know what he did with his physical body.

The evil spirit attached to the paper figure has become so sinister!
Even a mere empty paper figure, driven by this sinister aura, was able to contend with the heavy stone knife wielded by Feng Jianhua.

The white shadows, like drifting snowflakes, swirled and lingered in all directions.

However, Feng Jianhua's swordsmanship was profound. With a set of Bagua swords, he made the heavy stone knife move like a butterfly flitting around his body.

It appears that Feng Jianhua is in a defensive posture.

But as he wielded his blade, he suddenly slashed out with a sudden, sharp strike.

If the paper figure tries to escape hastily, it will surely be shattered into pieces.

Chu Tianshu glanced around and immediately spotted the location, his figure suddenly darting out.

Where he exerted his strength, a large dent appeared in the paddy field.

The water ahead was stirred by the air currents as his figure passed by, like silk being cut open by a sharp blade.

bass! !

Just as the watermarks were about to spread to the paper figure, a splash of red paint suddenly rose from the water.

The peach wood sword, which had flown far away, was still being pulled and controlled after it landed on the water.

Unbeknownst to them, the wooden sword had returned to the vicinity of the paper figure.

Gao Ming originally wanted to find a suitable opportunity to launch a surprise attack on Feng Jianhua with the wooden sword.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Ma Lingbai was dead, and another powerful expert from the opposing side came to kill him.

The peach wood sword burst forth from the water in an emergency.

Chu Tianshu thrust out with his staff, its speed no less than that of the peach wood sword.

Its power far surpasses that of this peach wood sword that can be controlled remotely.

The wooden sword made a crisp sound, about to explode, and a rectangular talisman with seal script engraved inside suddenly lit up on the hilt.

boom! ! !
The talisman failed to protect the wooden sword; instead, it caused the sword to explode even more completely.

The burst of white smoke that exploded into the air caused Chu Tianshu's figure to falter.

When the wooden sword exploded, a shockwave traveled out even faster than the white blast wave.

Stimulated by this fluctuation, the paper figure experienced a chain reaction and exploded on the spot.

It looked like a large red and black firework exploding on the spot.

In an instant, the knife in Feng Jianhua's hand spun like a shield in front of him, blocking many red and black light spots.

If it were merely the paper figure's yin energy, it wouldn't have produced such an astonishing effect under Feng Jianhua's powerful suppression.

But Gao Ming borrowed the yang energy from the explosion of the peach wood sword.

The interaction and stimulation of Yin and Yang resulted in explosive forces from both directions exceeding normal levels.

laugh!
Feng Jianhua's hand holding the knife suddenly slowed down slightly, becoming as gentle as if he were holding an ear pick, and he thrust forward with a quick dip.

Several streaks of red light hit his face, leaving scorch marks, but they could not affect the focus in his eyes.

The tip of the thick stone knife was stuck to a piece of talisman paper the size of a fingernail.

The scorch marks on the edges of the paper were suppressed by internal energy and preserved in a rescue manner.

Chu Tianshu arrived nearby and, without saying a word, used his left hand to insert a silver needle and pick up the piece of paper.

“I can see spirits directly, but I didn’t see it just now. I saw his soul break away from the paper figure and escape…”

Chu Tianshu channeled his mental energy into the silver needles, a hint of doubt in his voice, before suddenly realizing the truth.

"He must have transformed his soul into some form that was not human, but smaller and more agile."

However, such a form would require a host body far more than a typical evil spirit.

The silver needle floats slightly in the air, its tip pointing in a specific direction.

In this direction, a small red shadow that had burrowed underground had returned to Gao Ming's residence.

The red shadow emerged from the ground; it turned out to be a line of ancient characters, no bigger than an ant.

There are about ten characters in total, connected in a line.

The red figure moved across the stone bricks, climbed up the stone steps, and reached the three-foot-high octagonal altar.

Inside this solemn hall, there was only one main door, and no other place that allowed for ventilation.

Even though it's bright and sunny outside during the day, it's as dark here as midnight.

A tall, thin figure sat cross-legged on the altar, draped in a wide white robe, the robe without a single blemish.

The red shadow swam into the body, and a red vertical mark appeared on the wizard's fair forehead as he opened his eyes.

"They'll probably come after us, no, they definitely will!"

A ruthless glint appeared on Gao Ming's pale face. "There's no way to escape like this."

The wizard raised his hands above his head and began chanting a long and difficult incantation.

A fragrant aroma gradually wafted from the dark hall.

Initially, the fragrance rose from the ground, and gradually it spread to many places on the walls as well.

Those are all incense sticks from the spirits.

Every month, five catties of incense are used to coat this hall.

This is a spice that can only be extracted from the staple food of the Black Teeth people, harvested during the green rice stage.

The amount lost during the refining process far exceeds the loss ratio of water-refined Polygonatum.

Even the other six wizards, because they had a wider variety of collections, couldn't manage to take out five catties of spirit incense every month.

Only Gao Ming focused on using this spice.

This kind of spice is practically useless in daily cultivation, except for communicating with spirits and deities.

The fragrance gathered above the altar, like a vortex.

As the incantation for the gods grew longer and longer, the vortex spun faster and faster.

A strange scene, resembling ripples on water and moonlight, shimmered within the whirlpool.

A profound power flowed down from it, causing Gao Ming's body to swell up as if inflated.

First, there was the face, with a bulge on the left side of the forehead, then the right cheek, and then a bulge on the neck—it was shockingly ugly.

As this strange phenomenon spread throughout his body, Gao Ming found himself standing up involuntarily, straightening all his limbs.

Physically, he does look a bit better now.

But his skin and flesh had separated.

The skin is visibly swollen, and beneath the transparent skin layer lies fresh, unchanging flesh and blood.

There is something else, filling the space between the skin and the flesh.

boom! !

The main door to the hall shattered, and light suddenly shone into the dark space.

Chu Tianshu, wielding an iron rod, charged in, his stride like a dragon, his target the figure on the altar.

Although he hadn't specifically practiced the spear techniques within the Golden Cicada School of Tai Chi, at his current level, they were readily available and easily mastered.

He was prepared to encounter protective shields around the altar, just like he had done in the underground floors of Guangling.

However, this blow had already entered the altar's range and still encountered no resistance.

Only the wizard suddenly stretched out his right hand.

Gao Ming's palm, which was originally pale, was now swollen and, when stretched, seemed to be a crystal-like material, a giant hand the size of a palm-leaf fan.

Different blood-red runes appeared in the palms and within each knuckle. Thump!!!

The iron rod struck Gao Ming's palm with unwavering force.

Because the force was so concentrated and so fierce, the iron rod didn't even have a chance to bend to the side to dissipate the force.

The iron rod shattered into dozens or even hundreds of pieces the moment it collided with the other two.

Even the piece that Chu Tianshu was holding in his hand was affected and shattered.

But Chu Tianshu's eyes flashed with a blue light, and he stomped heavily on the ground, his empty hand turning into a punch.

His fists possess a far more complex power than the force that can be transmitted through a stick.

This punch, once unleashed, exploded, swirled, stretched, penetrated, and vibrated, along with a dozen or so waves of internal energy that erupted directly through the meridians, without the need to consider losses like those transmitted through weapons.

The wizard's crystal hand withstood the punch, and his entire body erupted with a tremor that was barely perceptible to the naked eye.

The altar where the two of them stood, which should have been built of solid stone, suddenly split in two.

The half beneath Chu Tianshu's feet was pressed down and became as solid as iron.

The other half, however, didn't produce a particularly powerful cracking sound at all; it just made a buzzing sound before turning into sand and gravel that flew everywhere.

The wizard was sent flying backward and crashed into the wall.

Behind the wall, however, a stone knife plunged in first.

Before Gao Ming Wizard even hit the wall, the tip of the knife had already pierced through the wall and was more than three inches long, pointing directly at Gao Ming's spine.

The wizard suddenly slapped his chest with his left hand.

The moment his back touched the tip of the blade, the longsword seemed to be frozen in an incredibly solid layer of ice.

This piece of ice was exactly the same size as the wizard's torso.

The wizard changed his left hand, pinching his thumb at the base of his middle finger, and patted his chest again.

The talismans on each of his knuckles are different, and a slight change in his finger-pinching gesture creates a completely new combination of talismans.

The ice suddenly shattered, and flames burst forth from inside the stone knife.

The blade exploded, and fiery red cracks covered the entire wall.

There was a huge talisman on the wall.

It wasn't pre-carved, but rather the power of the wizard's palm strike created such an intricate crack.

Just as Chu Tianshu was about to give chase, he was struck head-on by the red light, and the shadow cast on the ground behind him was extremely clear, causing his body to stiffen inexplicably.

He felt the temperature of his blood rise sharply under the red light.

Almost instantly, I felt a pain that was about to boil over.

"kill!!"

The word "kill" uttered by the wizard, carrying a distant echo, suddenly rushed back from the wall.

Chu Tianshu raised his hand with all his might to meet the opponent's palms.

In the ensuing struggle, Chu Tianshu felt his internal energy surge violently and become unstable, and his blood burned unbearably. He was sent flying backward on the spot.

The wizard followed closely, launching a series of attacks.

Those two giant crystal hands suddenly created ice, then fire, and then grew even larger, their palms almost covering half a person's body, incredibly heavy.

Chu Tianshu unleashed his most skillful Palm Thunder technique, imbued with the essence of Tai Chi.

With each collision, the force and internal energy in his palms were triggered like lightning.

But instead of trying to penetrate that crystal hand, she pushed him back faster, like rowing a boat.

In the blink of an eye, the wizard had chased him to within a hundred meters.

There wasn't a single move that could actually hit him.

However, Chu Tianshu had no time to suppress the burning blood in his body, and hot blood was already overflowing from his mouth.

"kill!"

High-spirited wizard uttered the words again.

This time, the echoing sound was even stronger, like the roar of a cow in the distant water.

The skin on the wizard's forehead bulged rapidly at the mention of the word, like a tumor, the tip of which grew sharper and sharper, eventually forming two thick, long, pointed horns.

Its appearance is already 90% similar to the statue of the river god.

Throughout history, all ghosts and spirits have been guided by an instinct.

The influence of many spirits and deities needs to be supported by believers; however, the instincts of many spirits and deities are not suitable for developing a large number of followers.

Like the Dragon Tree, there have been sectarian traces in various parts of the world throughout history. Their organizational forces were often quite well-organized, and they have repeatedly stirred up turmoil for the throne.

While the God of Revenge has a wide influence, none of his individual forces have ever been able to expand to a certain scale.

Among the followers of Mirror Ape, personal grudges were extremely deep, and mutual killings were quite common.

In comparison, the God of Flowing Waves is even less suitable for developing a following.

—The flowing waves reflect the image, and the stars and plants all sway!
Everything reflected on water is more unstable than the things themselves.

The instinct of the god of flowing waves is to amplify instability.

This is reflected not only in the personal relationships between shamans, but also in their choices regarding expansion routes.

This is even reflected in their own spiritual practice.

The old man with lotus leaves and other sorcerers only knew that each blessing could heal all hidden injuries and ailments.

However, why is it that even though they possess all the resources of Fanliang and can enjoy the best environment and spiritual herbs, the seven sorcerers still suffer from numerous hidden injuries during their annual cultivation?

Is it because the witchcraft they practiced became more advanced, and they were all eager to achieve quick results?

All seven wizards may have pondered this question, but six of them failed to find a solution and put it out of their minds.

Only Gao Ming broke through the mental shackles and realized the truth that "God is influencing the witch."

But he was unwilling, so he abandoned the gods and benefits he had been making offerings to for many years.

Ultimately, there is always an unstable aspect to things in this world.

Leaving this god might not necessarily be better.

Staying by this god's side may also bring greater rewards than the effort put in.

The fact that the God of Flowing Waves has survived to this day indicates that he has a certain ability to regulate his instincts.

What we need to do now is to first enter the realm favored by this spirit.

After examining his cultivation of the Yin-Yang Paper Doll technique, Gao Ming pondered deeply and then forged himself a spirit peach wood sword that was full of Yang energy and good at dispelling evil.

The yin energy emanating from him has never been at peace since then.

However, during the subsequent grand ceremony, Gao Ming sincerely prayed and shared his insights, and indeed gained even more benefits.

The "Blood Branding Paper Doll" and "Peach Sword Exorcising Evil" techniques were increasingly distorted by him as he practiced them, yet he also unearthed their potential and made rapid progress.

After that, with only two major sacrifices, he had already firmly established himself as the top of the seven sorcerers.

In order to gain more favor, he used the method of paper dolls to modify his physical body by analogy.

Unfortunately, his modifications to his physical body are not yet fully complete.

He wanted to borrow divine power to escape.

However, once this force was truly unleashed...

The will of the God of Flowing Waves controlled him to relentlessly pursue Chu Tianshu, seemingly determined to kill him here.

That's fine, since God can't be controlled by believers at will.

But why is it that this person on the other side can really withstand the attack of God?

The more they compete, the brighter this person's eyes become.

What's a little blood?
Chu Tianshu unleashed his full power, his eyes burning with a intensity greater than bloodlust.

As long as I can hold you off! I didn't come alone!

"Even a god..."

An angry roar erupted from behind the hall, and the cracked walls crumbled into pieces.

The brick and stone debris floated in mid-air, making it difficult for it to fall.

"This is far too disrespectful to an old man like me!!"

The roc spreads its wings, lamenting that the sky is too low!
A cyan shadow, like a rainbow piercing the sun, crashed into the wizard.

The wizard was prepared; he was about to pat his chest again with one hand, channeling his power backward.

But when the intent of the Xuanbing blasted backward, it suddenly became impossible to distinguish what kind of attack was coming from behind.

The straw man disintegrated completely at an unparalleled speed, each blade of grass like a razor blade.

The moisture evaporated completely at a violent speed, turning into flames.

Thousands upon thousands of wisps of azure fire energy, devoid of any icy chill, pierced the wizard's back.

Even a wooden stake used for archery practice a thousand times would never have as many thorns on the wizard's back as it does at this moment.

(End of this chapter)