Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 239 External Wind and Internal Strength, Kill the Chicken!
The sandstorm came very quickly.

Although it was originally grayish-white, once it blocked the enemy's view and blocked the entrance to the palace, the entire wind pillar seemed to darken rapidly.

Zhang Yi seemed to experience the change from a cloudy day to night, and the light on his face and in his eyes dimmed accordingly.

But the gun in his hand seemed to shine even brighter and clearer in this environment.

A black gun barrel, a red tassel, and a gleaming spearhead.

The fully mastered "Gun King's True Explanation" allowed the power of the original text to be squeezed out from the gaps between his muscles.

Each bit of force is like a flat, sharp blade; when they finally come together, they reach the tip of the spear.

Although the blade was thick, it became like many thin blades, jaggedly stacked together, looking ferocious and astonishing.

"what!!"

Zhang Yi roared, the tip of his spear scraped the ground, and then slashed out diagonally.

Where the spearhead grazed the stone brick, no sparks flew; instead, a two-inch-wide black dent appeared directly.

The stone that should have been in the dent was pulverized into microscopic dust by the gun tip.

So much so that it looks as if the stone in that dent has been erased.

For Zhang Yi, the stream of sand and gravel in front of him was blowing from right to left.

When he thrust his spear out diagonally, it was from the lower right corner towards the upper left.

In this way, when the gun tip is inserted into the column of wind, the direction will be slightly affected, but the speed will not be significantly affected.

Zhang Yi was confident that the spearhead would pierce the man's torso before the air currents could disperse the spear.

Even though it was his first time facing such a barrage of boulders and wind, it did not affect his performance.

This shot, in terms of power, angle, distance, and timing, was executed to the absolute limit of what Zhang Yi could achieve.

As expected, the spearhead cut through the rocky column of wind like a hot knife through oil, leaving a dark cut mark and piercing into it.

But as soon as it pierced through, a light suddenly appeared inside the column of wind.

At the very beginning, when Chu Tianshu used his immense internal energy to power the rubble wall and pull the rubble away, his body spun slightly.

After that, he was actually suspended in the eye of the storm, no longer spinning, and always facing the main hall.

Zhang Yi's every move, down to the smallest detail, was observed by him.

The spear had just pierced through the wind pillar and was about to strike him when it suddenly seemed to hit a layer of cyan crystal shield.

That was Chu Tianshu's fully prepared protective aura.

The wind columns outside rotate in the opposite direction to the energy in this layer.

At that instant, the spear was subjected to two extremely violent and opposing forces.

The original power that Zhang Yi poured in was instantly disrupted by this stimulus, causing the spear to tremble violently.

At that moment, Chu Tianshu struck the spearhead with a palm strike without any hesitation.

boom! ! !
The spear shattered on the spot.

The force of his palm, carrying with it a stream of qi and shattered stones, shot out like a gray-blue column of energy, striking Zhang Yi's chest.

"what!"

The roar Zhang Yi made when he drew his gun had not yet subsided.

But his entire body was torn to pieces, exploding into the sky.

Before Chu Tianshu came to this world, he had taken a lot of spiritual medicines.

Since entering this realm, battles, recuperation, and training have all been stimulating his body.

Let him absorb all the medicinal power layer by layer, so that his internal strength cultivation can reach a higher level.

There are wind pillars on the outside and true energy within.

Leaping into the air, unleashing a palm strike of lightning energy!
The series of actions Chu Tianshu took to break into Guanlin Temple was a masterpiece in which he made the most of his existing internal strength.

When ultimate moves clashed, Zhang Yi died in a single strike.

Yuan Ligong turned his head in astonishment.

After Zhang Yi exploded, dust rolled in rapidly, and debris flew everywhere.

The whirlwind outside had completely deformed and was surging in.

"Edict!"

Yuan Ligong uttered a hurried sound, and his face instantly turned as white as a porcelain vase, so smooth that not a single pore could be seen, and even his eyebrows looked as if they had been drawn on with a brush.

With a wave of his right hand, all the talismans on the offering table fluttered up and flew away.

Like a large swarm of light, fluttering butterflies, they crashed into the violent airflow of gravel.

Strangely enough, as soon as these talismans arrived, the wind and smoke cleared away.

In the violent dust, dozens or even hundreds of air bubbles appeared.

At the center of each hole is a talisman.

These talismans were carefully crafted by the Five Witches Sect to appease the original spirit of the dragon vein.

In the process of stealing the original text, these talismans are used to prevent the power of the original text from realizing that it has been transferred to an unsuitable person.

Each type of talisman has slightly different meanings, but they are all similar, which allows the effects of the talismans to be cleverly combined.

Slow, languid, quiet, serene...

Silence, peace, sleep, bewilderment...

The voids created by the talismans are rapidly expanding and connecting with each other.

Through those clean holes, you could see Chu Tianshu's figure finally landing.

As soon as his left foot touched the ground, he took a heavy step forward with his right foot.

A blue four-leaf clover blossomed out from the center of his right foot.

The radius of the four-leaf clover reached nearly ten meters.

Yuan Ligong, Cao Shaolin, and even the offering table were now located on the corner of the four-leaf seal.

"The altar!" Yuan Ligong's expression changed.

In any ritual, the importance of talismans, incantations, and even other ritual implements diminishes at the most crucial moment.

On the contrary, the importance of the altar will be highlighted.

This represents the foundation of the entire ceremony and sets the tone for the final outcome.

At this moment, the altar is disturbed, and all the rituals will be ruined.

However, when Chu Tianshu's four-leaf seal spread out, it was a pure and extremely gentle true energy with superb penetrating power.

When Yuan Ligong realized something was wrong, the blue light had already seeped under the offering table.

The enormous four-leaf clover turned in an instant.

All four legs of the altar were broken in the same direction.

The bamboo tube containing rice, the two candlesticks, and the broken knife reeking of blood were all smashed to the ground on the table.

Even the three-colored talismans that stood between Yuan Ligong and Chu Tianshu, like an insurmountable chasm, were affected at this moment, spontaneously combusting and exploding.

After the altar of Yuanli Gong was destroyed, he jumped backward without hesitation.

His leap was like a dragon taking flight; it must lie low before it leaps.

It seemed as if the outline of a dragon suddenly appeared, carrying him away.

With a swift movement, Yuan Ligong's body landed on the left shoulder of the towering Guan Gong statue.

Chu Tianshu had now taken the place that Yuan Ligong had previously occupied.

"Quite fast."

Chu Tianshu looked up and casually slapped the table with his left hand.

Cao Shaolin was struck on the shoulder by this palm, his knees buckled, and he knelt down with a thud.

"Huh? It worked?"

Cao Shaolin suddenly realized that he was kneeling on the ground, while Yuan Ligong was standing on Guan Gong's shoulders.

"Hehe, what are you playing at?"

Cao Shaolin laughed, "Daoist Master, where did this person come from... Ahhhhhh!!"

He was speaking halfway through his sentence when he felt a sharp pain that seemed to pierce his very bones in his shoulder. He immediately became incoherent and screamed in agony.

A powerful force subtly surrounded Cao Shaolin, which is why he wasn't injured when he smashed the bricks with his knee.

However, this power was inherently unstable, and under the stimulation of intense pain, it gradually diminished and disappeared without a trace.

Chu Tianshu originally only wanted to find out if the other party already possessed the power of the original text.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he exerted his strength, his opponent could not withstand it and was in so much pain that the power of the original text dissipated.

"Ah!"

Chu Tianshu found it utterly ridiculous, "You want this kind of trash to possess Guan Yu's original text? You're really wasting a precious resource."

Yuan Ligong's eyes twitched, and he said, "I have no choice. This person is Cao Ying's son, Cao Shaolin, who has been spoiled since childhood. Of course, he will think of him whenever there is a benefit."

"Your strength is extraordinary, but it would be unwise to harm this person."

"Why not follow the example of the ancients, treat Young Marshal Cao well, and send him back to the capital in the future, as an opportunity to form an alliance?"

Chu Tianshu said leisurely, "Young Marshal Cao."

"So he's that young marshal Cao. I heard Liu Xueya say he's an even bigger scoundrel than the commander of the Zhen Song Army."

Yuan Ligong laughed and said, "It seems that I have been worrying too much. Your Excellency is sensible to tolerate Liu Xueya and will surely treat Young Marshal Cao well."

At this moment, Cao Shaolin seemed to have already adapted to the excruciating pain, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, hey, yes, my father is Cao Ying, I am Cao Ying's son, you can't kill me."

puff!
Chu Tianshu moved his left hand horizontally, and the tips of his five fingers were already digging into his neck.

Blood gushed out, but Cao Shaolin was not dead yet. His face was full of surprise and confusion, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.

"My father is Cao..."

Chu Tianshu clenched his fingers even tighter, rendering him speechless and causing his face to twitch.

Yuan Ligong's face darkened: "What do you mean by this, Your Excellency?"

"I let Liu Xueya live a few more days because controlling him could make the handover in western Henan smoother. However, given the current size of the Cao family in the north, clashes and turmoil are absolutely unavoidable."

Chu Tianshu calmly said, "What does it matter whether a mere spoiled brat who enjoys torturing the innocent lives or dies?"

Yuan Li forced a smile and said, "Whether I live or die, it doesn't matter..."

"Then die!"

As Chu Tianshu spoke, he twisted his hand and severed Cao Shaolin's trachea and blood vessels.

He looked like he'd strangled a mad chicken with bloodshot eyes; he was worse than a dog.

As soon as Cao Shaolin died, Yuan Ligong let out a muffled groan, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Just now, the two of them were both in the ceremony, even though in the end, the ceremony failed.

As long as Cao Shaolin is alive, the ritual is not a complete failure, and the backlash will not come.

At this moment, with Cao Shaolin dead, Yuan Ligong felt as if his internal organs had been struck by a heavy hammer, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

But before he could get angry, he could only use the stinging pain in his chest to stimulate his body and suddenly turn around.

call! ! !
Yuan Ligong's figure appeared like a series of phantoms, starting from Guan Gong's left shoulder, passing around the back of the statue's head, and arriving at his right shoulder.

Chu Tianshu had already pounced on the statue's left shoulder, and a large hand, chasing after the afterimage, instantly reached the statue's right shoulder as well.

"Let's see how many more times you can dodge!"

Chu Tianshu's eyes shone with a captivating blue light, and his entire face seemed to be that of Zhong Kui, the demon of delicious food.

The giant hand transformed in mid-air, splitting into eight shimmering blue handprints.

Eight hands, almost forming a circle, surrounded and grabbed at Yuan Ligong's head.

(End of this chapter)