Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 267 Xuande's First Sword

Chu Tianshu had already discovered it.

The vitality of these ghosts and spirits far surpasses that of normal evil spirits.

The plague god of Zhongping in Luoyang was sealed away for nearly two thousand years, leaving it extremely weak.

However, when Chu Tianshu finally decided to kill him, he still had to put in a lot of effort.

These three ghosts and gods in the capital are clearly much stronger than that plague god.

Even if Chu Tianshu defeats one of them, he will likely be overwhelmed and burdened with too much work to suppress them.

Using the spirit of the soldier and the mask of the Nuo god to deceive the heavens and attract the power of the Five Witch Gods, they suppressed the God of Jiaoli.

This becomes the most effortless strategy.

It's also thanks to Cao Ying being weak enough.

Despite being so weak, she became the vessel for the power of the God of Pears through various arrangements.

Chu Tianshu was able to kill it in such a short time only because he used all his strength.

"It shouldn't be!"

On the bridge, Cao Bokun gritted his teeth and spoke.

He and Liu Yanqi haven't actually fought yet.

Because both of them were skilled in swordsmanship before, they used the power of the original texts they obtained to enhance their expertise in this area.

When two swordsmen face off in a one-on-one duel, they inevitably have to be more cautious.

This was not wrong in itself, but now it seems ridiculous.

Before Cao Bokun had even officially started the war, one of his three gods had already been killed, and his seventh brother had already gone to the underworld to report for duty.

Between the two remaining pavilions over there.

Guo Baozhi was already quite uneasy as he faced Cai Shanjun, who was strumming the zither, and Sun Feng'an, who was holding his folding fan closed.

Upon seeing Pear Goddess suddenly subdued, his heart pounded like a drum, and he tightly pressed his lips together to avoid showing any obvious panic.

Liu Yanqi on the bridge seemed to still be staring at Cao Bokun, but suddenly raised his right hand towards the pavilion.

Guo Baozhi felt a sense of foreboding, and suddenly white mist appeared in his hand, condensing into a wine cup.

A cheerful disposition is essential!

Sun Feng'an has already attempted to launch several attacks.

No matter where the attack was aimed at Guo Baozhi, the folding fan would involuntarily deflect, hitting the wine glass, its force completely absorbed by the glass.

When Cai Shanjun played the zither, even visible sound waves were absorbed by the wine cup.

At this moment, a small sword that was originally so fast it was invisible was also affected by similar interference.

The sword's trajectory suddenly veered off course and shot into the wine glass.

This small sword is forged entirely from fine steel, no more than four inches long, with a blade only as wide as a little finger and as thin as a silver dollar.

No matter how you look at it, the power of this small sword could never compare to the iron-bone fan that Sun Feng'an used when he leaped out to attack.

But when the small sword struck the cup, Guo Baozhi was sent flying backward.

Unable to control his own body, he was suddenly thrown backward for more than ten meters, his momentum still strong.

If it weren't for the divine power of joy and sorrow, its mysteries would be boundless.

With such force, Guo Bao's upper body should have been shattered.

Even Chu Tianshu, who had just drawn the Three-Seven Divine Sword on the shore, was quite surprised when he caught a glimpse of this scene.

If he were to use fists, kicks, or weapons to send someone flying that far, he could do it effortlessly.

But such a small hidden weapon could contain such great force.

He asked himself if he could possibly succeed.

The original text about Liu Bei, and Xuande's true interpretation.

The Zhuangzi, in the chapter "Heaven and Earth," says: "When they are in harmony, they appear foolish and confused; this is called profound virtue, which is in harmony with the great order."

In short, those who possess this original text can understand the surrounding atmosphere without even realizing it.

Choose one of the strongest inclinations in people's hearts, transform it into reality, and temporarily empower yourself.

When Guan Yu and Zhang Fei met, they were locked in a battle of wits and neither side could gain the upper hand. In fact, they both admired each other, but neither had the chance to back down.

Liu Bei saw through this thought and, from it, conjured a powerful force that was able to break apart Guan Yu and Zhang Fei in one fell swoop.

Of course, the onlookers at that time also loved to watch the excitement and actually hoped to see the competition become even more intense.

If Liu Bei chooses to go along with the atmosphere of those onlookers, he can also turn illusion into reality and extract a great force from it.

However, if this power is chosen, it can only be used to join the melee, turning a two-person battle into a three-person battle, making it even more intense.

Therefore, the most crucial aspect of using "Xuande Zhenjie" is not how much power one can generate at once.

The key lies in making flexible choices, ensuring that every action you take is accompanied by a force that resonates with it.

Otherwise, if you use half of your strength and then lose power due to improper behavior, that would be a fatal flaw.

Mysterious songs and wild dances, the truth lies within illusion.

Looking out from all directions, one should cultivate virtue!

Liu Yanqi seized upon Guo Baozhi's desire to escape.

The fleeting thought of escape was transformed into real power, striking Guo Baozhi.

As Guo Baozhi flew backwards in mid-air, he felt the white wine glass in his hand was about to shatter.

At that moment, Cai Shanjun loosened his grip on the strings.

In fact, Cai Shanjun was not good at fighting one-on-one with masters, even after obtaining Zhuge Liang's original text.

His greatest strength lies in group attacks. With the Zhuge Qin in hand, he can easily dismantle the fighting power of thousands of elite soldiers even when facing them alone.

He even once played the piano in the neighboring mountains, which affected the artillery positions and caused the artillery battalion to turn around and attack their own troops.

However, in order to fight against the Ghost King, he and Liu Yanqi devised a combined attack technique specifically designed to kill experts.

When one string is released, the string falls silent.

In these two pavilions, all the broken tiles and dust rippled slightly.

The vibration that should have appeared on the strings was transmitted through the air to the small sword.

With a whoosh, the small sword pierced through the wine glass and went straight to Guo Baozhi's heart.

The hole in his chest was only the size of a fingertip, but the hole in his back was as big as a washbasin. Guo Baozhi's eyes widened as he fell into the lake.

"I am dead?!"

He cried out in his heart, "Impossible! I orchestrated the resurrection of the Ghost King, and now I want the two sides to fight while I reap the benefits."

“The people of Cao, Chu, and Cai are too powerful and attract a lot of attention. They are fighting fiercely among themselves. As long as I give them a little nudge, I can subtly influence them and secretly take control of the situation.”

"My life had just begun, how could I die now?!"

He overlooked it.

His ability to orchestrate the coexistence of three gods, and even his past misdeeds, and his successful escape from Sichuan, were all due to the presence of the Ghost King behind him.

Liu Yanqi is someone who would never underestimate the Ghost King.

In that battle, although the Ghost King injured Liu Yanqi's right eye, he did not leave much Yin energy or divine power in the wound.

Liu Yanqi's ability to sense the Ghost King's movements was purely a subconscious perception of his own.

He can't forget that battle; he's always reminiscing about it.

The blood and wounds of their comrades, the price they paid, formed a bond with the weakening of the Ghost King, rising and falling in turn.

It was his own understanding that, through the original text, formed a wondrous connection.

Even the Ghost King himself was unaware that someone could unilaterally sense his condition.

Feel its resurgence, feel its dormancy, its provocation, and its desire for profit.

One glance, one response.

Liu Yanqi's first sword strike was undoubtedly aimed at it.

When Guo Baozhi died, the sound of the zither was played loudly.

Cai Shanjun closed his eyes slightly and stroked the zither with both hands, seemingly completely absorbed in the music.

Of the entourage that had come to the lake with both sides in the peace talks, few were still able to stand after the previous explosion at the pavilion and the various divine interventions.

At this moment, twenty of them suddenly became conspicuous, each clenching their fists and opening their mouths as if to roar, but no sound came out.

It is the original text of Lü Bu, with sound waves indistinguishable to the human ear, which enhance the power of the zither music.

Guo Baozhi's body remained suspended in mid-air, then disintegrated into a large cloud of white mist as the music of the zither continued.

The pure black figure of the Ghost King emerged from the white mist.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The music grew increasingly urgent, like a storm breaking into a clear sky.

The music and sound waves of the zither were used to trap and imprison the Ghost King.

The Ghost King's wine glass turned white, and a continuous stream of sound waves were drawn into it, but sound waves still stagnate from all sides.

Sun Feng'an was completely focused and did his best to protect Cai Shanjun.

Amidst the chaotic sounds of the piano, Chu Tianshu was hurrying back from the shore.

Qingying soared through the air; with just one step of leverage, he could leap this far and pounce onto the bridge.

Liu Yanqi, who had just unleashed a sword strike with his right hand, was using a small steel sword in his left hand to block Cao Bokun's incoming sword strike.

Although it is a small sword, it contains the complete mastery of Xuande's True Understanding.

Liu Yanqi's sword strike echoed Cao Bokun's intention to retreat, carrying a powerful and profound force.

Using the small to defeat the large is actually using the strong to control the sharp.

But as soon as the two swords clashed, Liu Yanqi felt his strength weaken, and the wooden planks beneath his feet shattered.

"You're not going to back out?!"

Liu Yanqi looked shocked. His body was already moving involuntarily, passing through the bridge and crashing into the water.

Cao Bokun is resilient and doesn't back down, which isn't too surprising.

Strangely enough, his feigned intention to withdraw was enough to deceive Liu Yanqi's original intention.

That was interference caused by some kind of extremely domineering divine power.

It was a divine power descending upon Cao Bokun from afar.

When Chu Tianshu lunged onto the bridge, Cao Bokun had already retreated ten meters.

This speed was no less than that of Chu Tianshu's movement technique.

"The Grand Chancellor?"

Chu Tianshu looked out of the manor and suddenly moved.

Cao Bokun's expression tightened, and he disappeared at the same time.

Yuan Zai was outside the manor, on the altar that had been prepared long ago. However, he was not performing a spell to seek divine power for himself, but rather inviting the Five Wraiths God to bless Cao Bokun.

"If the peace talks encounter any unforeseen circumstances..."

That day, when Cao Bokun visited Yuan Zai, he dismissed his attendants, talked for a long time, and finally bowed solemnly.

"Please, my virtuous brother, ask the gods to bless me."

"For so many years, I've refused to believe in the Five Witches Lord. This time, it's not that I believe in him... I believe in my virtuous brother!!"

In the woods, Yuan Zai, with disheveled hair, performed a ritualistic dance.

"The Dharma Lord descends to earth, the divine realm descends to the mortal world, discarding all other forces, leaving only the true self."

Without mentioning the god of the opera or the god of exorcism, this only represents the most fundamental power of the Five Wrathful Gods: the power of war and premature death.

Given Cao Bokun's personality and status, simply controlling this power would not easily turn him into the dominant one; rather, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

In the capital city today, even if anyone else gained this power, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat Chu Tianshu.

Only Cao Bokun has hope.

Yuan Zai bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the mask in front of him. His golden-red divine power flashed brightly, vanished into thin air, and continued to be sent towards the target.

Suddenly, the high wall at the edge of the woods was blasted open by a blue sound wave, and bricks and stones rolled outwards.

The deadly sound waves surged into the forest, causing branches to sway wildly and leaves of all sizes to snap and crackle.

"The Grand Marshal!!"

Chu Tianshu's voice surged forth, echoing far and wide.

"You dare show your face around me? Do you think Cao Bokun can protect you?!"

(End of this chapter)