Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 383 Invincible, capable of using anything to its fullest potential

Before the three masters could even hear those two sentences clearly, they felt their bodies suddenly sink.

They were each standing on a large rock.

At that moment, the fall forcefully pressed the boulder, the size of a water buffalo, into the ground.

A terrifying suction force continued to pull them deeper into the earth.

As the suction force takes effect, it also causes their body surface temperature to rise rapidly.

A layer of red light enveloped them from their feet to the top of their heads.

Silk garments and delicate hair began to curl and smoke.

"He buried his inner energy underground?"

In a flash, Song Zixian straightened his back and tried to lift himself into the air.

For a moment, the man's body was stretched by three or four inches, but he was unable to get off the ground as he wished, and he was greatly alarmed.

"Just how much internal energy is buried underground?!"

The excessive heat generated by the accumulated sunlight on the quarry surface masked others' awareness of the intense yang energy underground.

Song Zixian understood this in an instant.

But there was one more thing he couldn't figure out right away.

The biggest difference between those who have attained enlightenment and those who have not is that even after their power leaves their bodies, it still subtly forms its own cycle.

The power contained in a palm print or a knife mark can be preserved for a long time, as long as it is not triggered or negated.

However, the power retained from such methods is often limited.

Limited force and limited inertia are necessary for precise operation and to prevent loss of control and automatic dissipation.

The power that Chu Tianshu buried in this land was probably being consumed and replenished simultaneously, continuously outputting energy.

The total amount of underground skill he has accumulated should exceed his normal skill reserves.

With such a large quantity, even just controlling its movement is not easy.

How could it, in the blink of an eye, form such an exquisite technique and generate such a specific suction force?!
In fact, Chu Tianshu was spiritually enlightened and entered the martial arts path through body refinement. When he started practicing internal energy, his first wisp of internal energy was already Yellow Sprout True Qi.

With the aid of the token, he was able to selectively optimize his cultivation method each time, matching it with his own strengths and mastering his own nature, refining it through countless trials.

The purity of his power was enough for him to kill a forbidden martial artist back in the wasteland world, before he had even broken through to the next level.

Up to now.

As long as the power he outputs is within his sensing range, it can cause changes in an instant.

When the three of them unleashed their palm strikes from a distance, Chu Tianshu used the underground suction force to deplete their expended power.

Their combined attack fell far short of expectations.

It wasn't as powerful or as agile as expected.

It should be understood that even if the attack of a master is seemingly powerful but ineffective, once someone actually touches it, they will feel an instant increase in pressure and be targeted.

At that moment, Chu Tianshu's figure disappeared from the pavilion, instantly piercing through the giant waves.

On the transparent giant wave, a human-shaped hole appeared, but there was no time to deal with it.

Chu Tianshu struck Song Zixian with a palm strike, using the shortest route and the most unrestrained and direct method.

Although this move uses a palm strike with the palm facing forward, it feels like a deadly divine sword.

The first deadly sword strike!
The first sword strike, though an introductory strike, is the most illuminating example of the straightforwardness of swordsmanship and forms the foundation for all future changes.

Without hesitation, Song Zixian held the tail of the Ruyi in his right hand and pushed his left palm against the top of the Ruyi to parry the attack.

As soon as he made this parrying move, his arms became thicker, his sleeves stiffened, and he became round like a pillar, but his body seemed to become longer and thinner.

Solid arm, but empty body!
He intended to use this collision, like a swallow skillfully piercing through the clouds, or a piece of iron breaking through the long wind, to fly backward out of the suction range.

However, just as Chu Tianshu's palm was about to strike the Ruyi, the surface of the brass Ruyi suddenly turned black.

Bang! ! !
Chu Tianshu's palm strike first hit the black blade, and then slammed into the surface of the brass ruyi.

Both weapons vibrated and hummed loudly when he struck them together.

Song Zixian's face turned pale.

This palm strike clearly carried the intent of swordsmanship, yet it was inexplicably heavy. Even stranger, there was no vibration when it was struck, and it only erupted at the moment of impact.

For a martial artist, it is easy to make the thin, sharp edge of a sword vibrate.

But when he was holding a meteor hammer, even when the chain was swung to its longest point and the meteor hammer had already flown out, the hammer head would still vibrate in mid-air.

This is no longer a human skill, but rather a divine skill.

It was a resonance caused by thunder from the heavens, rather than the technique performed by a mortal wielding a hammer.

This move is a masterful transformation of the Deadly Sword and Vajra Palm into Palm Thunder.

If it weren't for Fa Wendao intervening, he wouldn't have been able to stop it.

Song Zixian's attempt to create a real arm and a virtual body would likely only result in his torso being torn apart. Even so, his heart meridian was damaged by the shock.

Fa Wendao's lips twitched slightly; his strike was originally aimed forward.

Chu Tianshu's palm will directly hit the blade.

But when Chu Tianshu actually pressed his hand down, the blade was forced to rotate a quarter of a turn.

This turn caused the hand holding the knife to ache, and there was a faint trace of blood in the tiger's mouth.

"This person's pure foundation alone is enough to overpower any one of us; we must join forces!"

When the law is questioned and the mind is moved.

Chu Tianshu turned his face toward him, his eyes turning from blue to red, bright and startled.

"You're the strongest?"

The ashes of the Ninefold Calamity, the embers beneath the embers, the sword intent pierces the eyes and wounds.

When Fa Wendao met that gaze, he felt as if his eyes had been struck by a branding iron, a mixture of soreness, pain, and burning sensation, causing his eyelids to involuntarily close.

Although his eyelids were closed, his two-foot-six-inch-long sword moved at will, observing every subtle change in his surroundings.

The blade followed those changes and suddenly swept to the right.

At this point, one thing needs to be emphasized.

Chu Tianshu has three enemies.

In Xiao Shexin's eyes, after Chu Tianshu launched a surprise attack with a palm strike, his gaze swept across the room.

His gaze first swept over Fa Wendao, and then fell on Xiao Shexin.

With that gaze, Chu Tianshu's aura reached its peak.

The surrounding天地气 (heaven and earth energy) resembled many lines indistinguishable to the naked eye, restless, fluttering, and rapidly churning.

In an instant, his aura formed a phantom identical to himself, bursting forth from his body and carrying with it a powerful aura of heaven and earth, charging towards Xiao Shexin.

Xiao Shexin also struck out at this moment.

His palm technique was wondrous; the power did not erupt from the center of his palm, but rather was squeezed out from between his two palms.

The prayer beads in his hands were now spinning rapidly between his palms, forming a ring of golden light that obscured their original appearance.

The golden halo even had a very obvious metallic luster and seemingly clear Sanskrit patterns.

This is his magic weapon; although it looks like a rosary, it is actually called the "Golden Dragon Heart-Giving Ring".

By sacrificing a period of painstaking effort, one gains a golden dragon in return, bringing great wealth, wisdom, courage, and intelligence.

The golden ring has not yet been fully formed.

Chu Tianshu's phantom directly rammed its chest into the golden ring.

A black blade swept across at that moment, striking the surface of the gold ring with utter abruptness.

Back then, Fawen Dao practiced swordsmanship at Baima Temple, specifically the "Great Monk's Sutra-Cutting Sword."

In ancient times, some monks were not wealthy. In order to spread the scriptures, they would write the scriptures on a piece of paper. After writing, they would use a knife to cut the paper into more layers so that it could be passed on to different people.

The requirement for warp cutters is to achieve high precision with low profit margins.

Later, he practiced the Burning Wood Saber Technique at Shaolin Temple.

Ordinary monks strive to cleave a piece of dry wood 81 times without touching it, relying on frictional heat to ignite the wood.

After the eighty-one strikes of the Fawen sword, the wood did not burn; instead, it grew larger, as if it had swelled up from being soaked in water.

Because his cuts were not only fast but also dense, they carried away every last trace of airflow, creating a brief vacuum. The wood, deprived of air pressure, expanded slightly, and after he stopped cutting, it gradually returned to its original shape.

Today, relying on his intuition, he struck his target with a single blow and also realized how stubborn and difficult the target was to deal with.

That's normal. Given the foundation Chu Tianshu just demonstrated, it would be strange if this strike could easily chop off this person's hand.

After being forced to close his eyes, Ke Fawen Dao ultimately lost a sense of security, and unknowingly, this strike had reached its peak.

The iron blade, ignited by the extreme emotions of the demonic power, seemed to spontaneously combust, and impurities instantly transformed into purple flames, emanating from the back of the blade.

The blade was so thin that it flashed by and sliced ​​the gold ring in two.

Chu Tianshu's illusory image wasn't actually hit by the blade; it was only grazed before collapsing.

Xiao Shexin's face twisted instantly: "Legal question..."

But when the illusory image's vital energy dissipates.

Chu Tianshu's true form had arrived, and his palms, like lightning, passed through the opening and struck Xiao Shexin and Fa Wendao in the chest.

The True Scripture of Boiling the Sun, Ultimate Power.

boom! ! !
Both of them shot off and crashed into the gray-white mountain wall, embedding themselves more than four feet deep in the rock.

At this critical moment, Fa Wendao's left hand was still held horizontally to his chest. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide, filled with bloodshot veins, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Shexin's chest caved in, his limbs rested on the rocks, and he could no longer cough, only blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

Many cracked rocks on the mountainside, which had been previously quarried, were affected by the violent impact and fell from the heights, rolling and crashing down.

The rumbling sound of rocks colliding was incessant for a while.

Fa Wendao, amidst the shadows of the scattered rocks, strained to see Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu claimed to be the strongest, and he himself believed so. He never imagined that Chu Tianshu would choose to mislead him, the strongest one.

Moreover, he practices demonic arts, so his spiritual perception should be extremely sharp.

However, in Chu Tianshu's view, although the demonic art was good at changing and light and agile, it was also murky.

The spiritual perception of the demonic path instinctively focuses on discerning only the degree of change, rather than "true" and "false".

When Chu Tianshu's intentions were imbued with the illusory energy, all changes and intense killing intent were contained within the illusory image.

But at that moment, his true form moved as slowly as a stubborn rock trapped in a dream.

Therefore, it is actually more difficult for demonic masters who do not rely on their eyes to distinguish between the real and the fake than other masters.

Song Zixian, however, preserved his naked-eye vision.

When Chu Tianshu blasted those two people away.

In his shock, Song Zixian displayed the unpredictability of the demonic path. Even though his outward emotions had not recovered, the extreme emotions within his internal energy did not let go of any opportunity to kill living beings.

Especially a pure and powerful being like Chu Tianshu.

His Ruyi scepter split into four small brass snakes, which flew silently and stealthily towards Chu Tianshu's neck, navel, and genitals.

In an instant, Chu Tianshu drew his sword and stabbed it into Song Zixian's palm.

Even with Chu Tianshu's speed, he couldn't kill Song Zixian with a single sword strike after defeating those two people, let alone use four sword strikes to repel the four small snakes separately.

The sword was blocked by Song Zixian's palm.

Song Zixian had already realized that even if he concentrated all his power in his hand, and the power of his enlightenment made his hand more than ten times harder than refined iron, he still couldn't stop this sword strike; he could only slow it down slightly.

However, the extremely sharp tip of the ginseng, when it pierced his hand, felt like a raging torrent of ocean waves.

Song Zixian broke the sound barrier and was instantly sent far away.

This sword strike used the utmost intent and energy, but deliberately used no force.

The sharp, solid sword tip remained completely unaffected.

The force of the attack, though overwhelming, failed to break through Song Zixian's protective aura or pierce his palm; instead, it strengthened his power.

The connection between him and the four golden snakes, which was originally faint and indistinct like smoke and mist, suddenly became like a strong golden thread.

As he flew backward, the four golden snakes were also pulled away by his body.

"If things are hopeless, running away is the best option!"

Song Zixian was still in a helpless retreat, but he had already made up his mind to go with the flow later.

After Chu Tianshu sent him flying with a single sword strike, he finally got a chance to catch his breath.

"call!!"

The remaining power underground surged back into the young man's body in the blink of an eye.

After the prayer beads were broken in two, they fell to the ground and rolled away. At this time, they were also carried by the airflow and floated into the air.

Chu Tianshu lifted the three-seven-one-piece prayer beads, and the two broken pieces of the prayer beads were caught by the tip of the sword and merged into a complete prayer bead.

Under Chu Tianshu's gaze, the prayer beads spun rapidly, gathering vital energy.

The perfectly round prayer beads, spinning at an extremely high speed, created a yin-yang symbol the size of a fingernail.

Buzz! ! ! ! !
Song Zixian was shocked when he saw the small dot that seemed to be golden, yet also black and white.

This distance, this difference in starting speed.

Whether Chu Tianshu came in his true form, or with sword energy and intent, or even threw the entire sword at him, Song Zixian was confident that he could handle its large size with ease.

Other trivial matters are insufficient to bear witness to the battle between two enlightened beings.

However, there were also fragments of magical artifacts at the scene!
Was everything planned out or was it impromptu, yet every factor on the battlefield was utilized to its fullest potential?
Song Zixian had no time to think about anything else. With a wave of his hands, four golden snakes merged into a Ruyi (a scepter symbolizing good fortune).

A rosary bead had already struck out during the brief moment when the golden snake was forming the Ruyi scepter.

Shoot through his navel, break his lumbar vertebrae, and shoot out from behind.

When you go in, there's a small hole; when you come out, there's a hole the size of a bowl.

puff! !

Song Zixian's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, her face showing disbelief.

"How...how do you have so many tricks up your sleeve..."

No, having many methods is nothing; Song Zixian has learned many methods as well.

However, it is rarely actually useful in combat.

The person in front of me seemed to be able to use anything.

"Using any means necessary" might refer to those who plot and scheme.

The person ahead was... capable of using anything to its fullest extent.

Chu Tianshu remained standing there, took out a pill, and popped it into his mouth.

The True Scripture of Boiling the Sun does not rely on drugs, but using some medicine can still have the added benefit of enhancing its effects.

This pill was a highly concentrated Qi-replenishing pill that he created himself using the original Nan Hua classic, based on Lu Yuande's formula.

He walked silently to the mountain wall.

"You won."

Fa Wendao said with difficulty, "Once the news spreads, all parties will consider tolerating your residence on Denglai Mountain..."

puff!
Chu Tianshu stabbed Xiao Shexin to death with a single sword.

Fa Wendao exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to leave any room for negotiation at all?!"

The vitality of an enlightened being is extraordinary; none of the injuries sustained earlier were truly fatal.

Even Song Zixian, given enough time to recover, can regain his fighting strength.

"Only after the complete loss of three enlightened beings will they truly consider...negotiation!"

Chu Tianshu plunged his sword into Fa Wendao's heart, and blood splattered onto his tiger's mouth.

Sanqi obediently emitted a cool breath, helping to absorb the bloodstains from his tiger's mouth.

Chu Tianshu smiled.

After entering the forbidden realm, there is a stage where one must recognize the true nature of one's own path. Through the wasteland world and the war of the seven souls, one must constantly brush away the dust and fill in concrete references.

With this battle today, his martial arts style has been thoroughly solidified and taken shape.

"Besides, you evil people and demons, now that you've fallen into my hands, how do you think you can still go free and unfettered?"

(End of this chapter)