Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 292 You are nothing but poisonous weeds
"My intestines..."

Joe's face was pale. His shirt wasn't torn, but there was a line of blood seeping through from underneath.

Chu Tianshu's Cliffside Blade, though powerful, was still formidable.

But in terms of destructive power, the Remembrance Blade was actually the most powerful of all the sword techniques he had just used.

After using the Remembrance Blade, his condition even slightly declined, and he hasn't recovered yet.

Therefore, the sword of remembrance was enough to cleave the box monster open.

There was even the essence of the blade emanating from Qiao.

This lifetime honorary scholar of the Rose Society was originally a sorcerer, not through any initiation by ghosts or gods, but through self-cultivation and a solid mind.

The tragedy within the sword could not shake his spirit.

However, the true greatest characteristic of the Heavenly Heart Sorrowful Demon Slash is that it transforms the wielder's thoughts into real destructive power.

Although Qiao's resolve was firm, his heart was already broken.

He felt as if the injury inside his body was like a crack being torn in a bamboo strip.

The wound will spread unnoticed, from the intestines to the stomach, and then toward the vital organs.

He had never seen such a knife before and had no idea how to stop the injury from spreading.

Relying solely on accumulating psychic power to suppress the enemy might allow him to prolong his life, but it would also mean that he would be unable to participate in the battle.

"You devil, I will die with you today!!"

The thought process was long, but in reality, less than a second had passed before Joe raised his head.

Knowing he was doomed, he suddenly abandoned his greed for the elixir of immortality and recalled his original intention in being invited to infiltrate the Northwest.

We cannot allow the first forbidden powerhouse to appear in Xuan Kingdom; we cannot allow this country to get ahead step by step.

We must not let the roses learn that they too must avoid the shadow of this overlord and depend on others for survival.

Lin Chucheng has reverted to a childlike state, his memories are fragmented, and he cannot be killed.

Then let's fight with everything we have to kill this younger devil who is also about to cross the line into taboo.

Joe's face showed an expression of extreme hatred. He shouted resolutely, his hands forming a mudra, and he pushed forward.

He completely abandoned his defenses and used all his mental energy to drive the Eight-Handed Light Wheel.

The large light wheel suddenly split into eight.

Around each palm was a halo of blood-red light.

Dragons roar and tigers howl, griffins cry out.

Eight palms flew out, their trails resembling blazing blood flames, unleashing a divine beast roar that traveled faster than the speed of sound.

Xu Ziqian was so shocked that he drew his sword and rushed forward, wanting to seize the opportunity to complete the combined attack.

With his back against the stone pillar and his feet dangling in the air, Chu Tianshu's pupils trembled slightly upon hearing the roar.

But his first reaction was... to sheath his sword!

The blade returns to its sheath at top speed, as smoothly as silver light entering water.

As he completely returned to his sheath, Chu Tianshu's entire body suddenly contracted.

Not only did it shrink, but its entire body position also shifted significantly to the lower left.

He accomplished bone shrinking and displacement simply by using the motion of the blade returning to its sheath!

At such an alarming speed, it adjusts its muscles and bones, turning an adult body into something almost like that of a ten-year-old child.

Even with Chu Tianshu's physical strength, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, and with that pain, he stretched out his two hands.

Two palms, one gold and one silver, collided in his hands.

The other six hands, however, could not strike him directly due to his bone-shrinking displacement, and only turned around when they were close to the stone pillar.

Chu Tianshu turned his palms, and a surge of azure energy flowed out.

His clothes, which had been tattered from being pressed against the stone pillar and shifting too quickly, were now in a sorry state, making him look like a little beggar.

But this little beggar created a magnificent and stunning Tai Chi silhouette.

A pure, bright blue light, so clear it was breathtaking, enveloped all eight palms.

If all eight hands had been attacking with a straight trajectory, they would not have been so easily controlled.

However, six of the hands suddenly changed direction, and it was at this moment that they were touched by the Tai Chi diagram.

"what!!"

Joe roared again, took a sudden step forward, and pushed his hands forward with all his might from his shoulders.

The blood had spread to his chest, and blood was gushing from his mouth.

Eight palms vibrated violently in mid-air, attempting to penetrate the Tai Chi diagram.

Xu Ziqian also arrived at this moment, aiming directly at Chu Tianshu's legs from below.

Blood spilled from Chu Tianshu's mouth, but he remained silent. Suddenly, he lowered both palms downwards.

The Tai Chi symbol, resembling a large millstone, slammed towards Xu Ziqian.

Xu Ziqian's heart pounded wildly, and the brass sword flashed and pierced the Tai Chi diagram at top speed.

He stabbed at other spots on the Tai Chi diagram, but heard a series of loud noises and sparks flying from the eight golden and silver palms.

As the immense force pressed down, Xu Ziqian dodged quickly, his feet moving as if on the wind, yet he still felt his left shoulder collapse, as if his shoulder bone had broken.

Just as the man surnamed Qiao roared, Chu Tianshu endured the pain, and Xu Ziqian dodged, at the most intense moment...

A blanket suddenly floated over and appeared on the other side of the stone pillar.

Belial, who was sitting on the blanket, suddenly stood up.

Of all those who came from Jojo, Belial was the oldest.

Many people believe that martial arts practitioners will grow old and frail, while those who practice magic will become more profound with age. But that's not the case at all.

Only when you get really old will you realize that even something as powerful as your mental abilities can shrink, just like your height and appetite.

Belial maintained his spiritual cultivation by carefully using nourishing oils and spices.

But he knew very well that it was like a towering tree; the bark and trunk looked as hard as ever, but in reality, most of the water supply channels within the tree had died.

The duration of his all-out combat is no longer as good as it was a few years ago, and it gets shorter year by year.

As Chu Tianshu unleashed his overwhelming attack on the jade beauty, Bi Lie was the one who dodged the fastest.

Otherwise, with his flying blanket, he would have been the most suitable person to bring it out so that everyone could cast a spell together to fight off that wave of attacks.

Even if he can't protect his subordinates, at least he can ensure that more of the leaders survive.

But he hid too quickly, and has been hiding ever since.

He managed to hide at a time when he felt he was most confident.

"In my heart, where light shines, God protects me; in my heart, where darkness lurks, demons are driven by God..."

Belial had already been silently reciting a long mantra in his heart, his lips moving, each verse longer than the last, without stopping. When he stood up on the blanket, the mantra had reached its peak.

On his brown skin on his back was embroidered a majestic, golden-white god, with one foot treading on a black imp and the other hand raised high.

The hand ran from the back of Belial's neck to the top of his head, and it also held a little devil in its palm.

The whole imp design was tattooed right on Belial's bald head.

At this moment, the little devil became an oil lamp, spewing fire from its seven orifices.

It was as if several lights had been lit on Belial's bald head.

The entire surface of the blanket was also on fire.

The most important school of thought in West Asia, the Salt Lamp Mystic School, has a treasure manual called "The Method of Fire Offering by Stepping on Fire and Holding Fire Above the Body"!
Belial has mastered this skill to a high degree and is able to refine a wisp of light.

He let out a silent shout and was about to strike the stone pillar with his palm when a small shadow suddenly rushed onto the blanket.

The firelight on this blanket at this moment, apart from its owner, would make anyone who approach it feel its heat penetrate straight into their internal organs and reach their brain.

But the little shadow pounced and headbutted Belial in the waist.

Beryl was startled and swung his hand back to strike, but the small shadow flashed from behind his waist, climbed up his back, and reached his left shoulder.

Belial turned his neck and met that face, and was greatly alarmed.

It was a child's face, with faint flames emanating from its seven orifices, yet it seemed to recover as it burned, the charred marks appearing and disappearing with each passing moment. "You old scoundrel!"

The child slammed into his forehead, and Belial spat it out.

The flames struck the child on the forehead, sending him flying and crashing into another stone pillar.

Belial felt a pain in his back.

Several deep, bone-revealing claw marks ran from his right waist to his left shoulder.

But with this slight delay, the child pushed off the pillar with both feet and shot back.

Eagle Claw Kung Fu, Purple Blood Technique, Old Red Fist, and even some shadows of the Fiery Blade Qi—he switched between various moves constantly.

The child's figure leaped left and right, then swooped and crashed back on the blazing, floating carpet.

Belial was both surprised and flustered. He mustered his strength, unleashed a flurry of fire, spat out fireballs, flicked his fingers to create fire, and used his mental power to form a fire shield.

In the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen collisions. Belial had the upper hand, but he still couldn't shake off the child.

Everyone underestimated Lin Chucheng, who had lost his adult memories.

Although his attack power is not high, his vitality is stronger than people expected.

Belial was so anxious he almost vomited blood. This entanglement had caused him to miss the best opportunity to ambush Chu Tianshu.

boom! !

A tremendous tremor came from the other side of the stone pillar.

Chu Tianshu's Tai Chi diagram, with its eight palms, pressed down and slammed into the ground.

Even with special stone, it was sunken in by more than a foot, revealing a neat Tai Chi symbol with eight hands deeply embedded in the bottom of the pit.

At this moment, Xu Ziqian had retreated to the side for more than twenty meters. He staggered and coughed up blood.

Those eight hands were created by Qiao with his own desperate strength, combined with the bestial nature of the elixir of immortality.

Add to that Chu Tianshu's own strength, and the counterattack was terrifying.

Chu Tianshu's ability to redirect such a large force in such a short time was even more unexpected to Xu Ziqian.

"broken!"

As Xu Ziqian staggered, his gaze fell upon the jagged, rocky dome.

In any other place, let alone a broken shoulder bone, even if all three limbs were broken, he could still use his speed to continue escaping.

But this is a secret realm.

He couldn't help but deeply understand the words Chu Tianshu had said before.

Because this is the perfect place to kill you all!

As Xu Ziqian's spirits plummeted, he still handed over the sword.

Chu Tianshu had already flashed out from beside the large pit, his body rapidly returning to its original size, and his long sword was drawn.

Twelve quick slashes, followed by one heavy slash; thirty-three quick slashes, followed by one heavy slash.

Chu Tianshu's swordsmanship was like flying sand and stones, a dark, turbulent current rushing forward.

The silver-white color of the longsword itself was obscured by the aura emanating from it.

Xu Ziqian would catch any fast blades he encountered, and dodge any heavy blades he encountered, his body swaying and wobbling as he retreated.

Like a small boat, drifting on the tide, one wave after another, rising and falling, but never capsizing.

"I still don't want to die!"

Xu Ziqian's mood was already at its worst, but his sword was still moving incredibly fast.

Suddenly, Chu Tianshu's footsteps, as he pursued, left behind a spinning, bright four-leaf clover mark.

Xu Ziqian was startled, as if he suddenly saw three knives slashing down at the same time.

The middle knife is dark and heavy, the right knife is silvery and light, and the left knife...

It didn't look like a knife; it was just a wisp of white light extending from Chu Tianshu's hand.

In an instant, the brass sword pierced all three knives.

The illusion of time created by the simplified printing press cannot immediately stop the operation of the Five Wheels Divine Wind.

However, all three swords were merely qi, intent, or afterimages, without any actual blades.

The blade hung down beside Chu Tianshu, its tip touching the ground.

Xu Ziqian's face froze. He felt a chill travel from the sole of his left foot to his heart.

Only then did he seem to hear the sharp "clang!" of the knife tip hitting the ground.

The force of the blade had already traveled from the ground, shattering his heart.

"Nobody wants to die..."

Chu Tianshu turned his gaze to Qiao, who was still there.

The lines of blood on Joe's body had already extended beyond his throat and reached his forehead, yet his palms were still trying to attack in this direction.

"But you greedy and narrow-minded poisonous weeds, if left in the world, will only stifle the fragrant grass!"

Without saying a word, Chu Tianshu spun around, and the silver light suddenly expanded like a wheel, moving from near to far.

Xu Ziqian and Qiao's heads fell off almost simultaneously, spraying blood everywhere.

The sword's intent is to sever the soul, to eradicate the root of the problem.

bass----

Chu Tian paused for a moment, picked up his knife, and slowly walked around the stone pillar, the tip of the knife pressing against the ground and scraping against it.

The two figures on the fiery blanket were still locked in combat.

"Bald head."

Chu Tianshu was drenched in sweat, his eyebrows adorned with crystals, and calmly said, "With this strike, I will cut off your head."

While Belial was distracted and on guard, he was punched in the knee by Lin Chucheng, the pain piercing his heart.

He retaliated with bursts of fire from his body; the flames on the carpet were taller than a person.

This man was determined to first cut off Chu Tianshu's distracting words and then desperately try to capture Lin Chucheng.

But Chu Tianshu's voice, like an invisible knife, probed into the firelight.

"I'll chop off your toes first."

Belial felt a sharp pain in his toe and was horrified, only to see that Lin Chucheng had secretly flicked his little finger.

A thin, fiery blade of energy struck his toes.

The light from the lamp burst forth from his feet, sending Lin Chucheng flying.

Belial roared, "Chu Tianshu, if you have the guts, then really..."

As soon as Lin Chucheng flew out of the fire curtain at the edge of the carpet, he flew back out of the hole in the fire curtain.

Belial threw a punch, but before the punch even hit anyone, he felt a chill in his heart.

The figure opposite, who appeared to be ten years old, actually had a completely different face.

Chu Tianshu's face, and the knife in his hand, had already pierced Belial's heart.

"What courage do you have?"

hum! !

Chu Tianshu suddenly recovered, and silver light flashed in his hands.

First, he dodged the man's ankle, then his right arm, and finally, the blade fell across his forehead before he sheathed his sword.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Tianshu flew out of the fire carpet and landed next to Lin Chucheng.

Lin Chucheng rubbed his eyes and looked at the fire blanket.

"Chu! Tian! Shu!"

With a roar of utter resentment, Belial's body shattered like several large building blocks.

(End of this chapter)