Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 449 The Benefits of Having More Blood, Mechanical Soldier Soul

As soon as Chu Tianshu finished speaking, he soared into the air, using his lightness skill to lightly step through the sky. The wind whistled in his ears, and the scenery flew by beneath his feet.

In the blink of an eye, he had reached the outer city wall.

The soldiers guarding the city were pointing their long spears and halberds at the outside of the city, looking extremely tense, and for a moment they did not notice that there was another person next to them.

"Huh, so it wasn't a provocation after all?"

Chu Tianshu immediately noticed that the monk outside the city, who was radiating martial arts intent, was actually facing away from the city gate and intercepting a caravan.

Just as he reached the city wall, a sudden change occurred outside the city.

The carriage suddenly shook.

That tremor was quite something.

From the roof to the wheels, countless tiny wooden blocks, no bigger than a fingernail, were reassembled and deformed in this one shake, like flowing clouds and water.

The carriage's interior had become like a large tortoise shell, completely disconnected from the horses pulling it.

The wheels had disappeared, and eight spider-like sharp legs extended from around the tortoise shell.

Its pointed feet, still bearing the wood grain, suddenly bent and sprang.

The transformed carriage suddenly sprang into the air.

The carriage was twice as high off the ground as the outer walls of the royal city.

The soldiers on the city wall didn't have good eyesight and couldn't see the carriage transform so quickly.

But they sensed a huge black shadow suddenly shooting into the sky and couldn't help but look up.

When the carriage reached its highest point, sunlight shone on its surface and reflected into the soldiers' eyes.

The soldiers, looking up, all saw the eight-legged, tortoise-shell-shaped mechanical contraption. Their pupils dilated, and they stared in disbelief.

Just by looking at it, you could tell that it was enormous and heavy.

But in actual action, it can be surprisingly light and swift.

Even Chu Tianshu couldn't help but widen his eyes a little.

"What the hell?"

"Your vehicle is basically all made of wood, where does the power come from to jump so high all of a sudden... Oh, it's the spirit of the soldier!!"

Chu Tianshu's mind raced, and he had already figured out the secret behind the carriage's transformation.

The three-seven pendants worn at the waist also conveyed a sense of joy and curiosity.

Since the Heart Blood Martial Arts has been continuously expanded and its upper limit has been pushed, many masters have focused on cultivating their own martial arts and have abandoned the path of "Blood Refining Military Strategy" to cultivate the soul of a soldier.

Because the spirit of a soldier nurtured using the old blood-refining method is easily dissolved in the face of pure fist intent and blood.

After nurturing his weapon spirit for two or three years, he made a breakthrough in his martial arts realm. With a single swing of his weapon, he dissolved his weapon spirit.

Such futile and frustrating situations have actually happened.

However, among all the different kinds of people in the world, there are always some who are particularly fond of the art of military spirit.

Or perhaps it's because they realized they had reached a bottleneck in martial arts, and after many years it was difficult to make any further progress, so they turned to the path of the art of weapon spirit.

They tried to make various improvements to the art of cultivating soldier spirits, hoping to make the cultivated soldier spirits stronger. In the end, they actually found a way: "omnivorous".

The art of military spirit originally originated from the alchemy of alchemists and belonged to the field of metal and stone medicine. Therefore, those who aspire to improve military spirit also seek methods along this path.

Relying on their formidable martial arts skills, these people possess observational and practical abilities far surpassing those of the past, and they have truly extracted many extraordinary things from them.

It has been discovered that some metals, once refined, will burn and collapse when exposed to water, but when in their ore state, they are not so easily destroyed by water.

Sometimes, a variety of things can actually serve a protective function.

Following this line of thought, they incorporated many unique techniques from the very beginning when forging the vessel of the weapon's spirit. When refining it with blood, they first used blood to harmonize external substances before drawing them onto the weapon.

The soldier spirits nurtured in this way can not only feed on the blood of the soldier master, but also devour several kinds of "supplementary food".

In this way, even if the warrior's fist intent and blood energy are excessive for a time, it will not be so easy to dissolve the warrior's soul.

After completing this most important improvement.

Some people have discovered that having abundant Qi and blood is also a great benefit for the art of military spirit.

In the past, even those with extraordinary talent could only cultivate heavy weapons like long hammers and great axes by using their essence and blood to refine their weapon souls.

Now, there is plenty of fresh blood, and the activity level is high enough.

They could even use an entire carriage as a vessel for their military spirit.

The art of driving a chariot was considered one of the six arts of a gentleman, and it held an important position on the battlefield from the Shang and Zhou dynasties to the Qin and Han dynasties.

When the art of military spirit was improved and it was discovered that vehicles could be used as carriers, many people were excited and worked hard to promote this approach.

Nobles, soldiers, and merchants all have countless needs for vehicles; where there is demand, there is motivation.

Su Xian, known as "Old Su," was a wealthy merchant who frequently traveled between countries.

He is one of the top experts on the vehicle-mounted soldier spirit route.

"Don't even think about escaping again!"

The monk let out a low shout, and the road within a radius of ten zhang suddenly shook.

His figure shot into the air, thrusting his staff into the "abdomen" of the carriage.

The iron rod in the monk's hand was half round and smooth, as thick as a goose egg, and bound with thin hemp rope; the other half, however, was as rough as the scales of a pangolin.

The rough half was used to attack the target.

When the rough rod tip pierced through, it directly grazed the air.

The sudden burst of bright red light seemed to have given the iron rod a fiery red spearhead.

According to Buddhist legend, when the ancient Buddha Dipankara preached, his teachings were so profound that they could make withered trees bloom, stubborn rocks nod, and iron rods spontaneously combust like lamps.

It can even light up gold and iron, so it can light up stones, wood, grass, and grease, and awaken the stubborn and foolish.

This strike is not only fast enough to smear the air, but also possesses a force that transfers and generates heat.

Once it hits the target, not only will the point of impact be pierced through.

The heat will also instantly transfer to the target, causing the target's internal material to crack more rapidly and spontaneously combust upon contact.

This monk once used a stick to brace against a tree trunk, and with a shake of his arm, he steamed a large, leafy tree, as thick as five people could hug, until it was completely dried out and set ablaze.

Therefore, he was known as "Fire Tree Monk".

However, while the ascetic was in mid-air, he suddenly felt an itch on his lower back, knowing it was a sign of danger. The iron rod that had been pointing straight up suddenly jerked backward.

The stick head blocked a sharp foot that was aimed at his lower back.

However, the carriage has eight pointed feet in total.

The first one had just been stopped when the remaining seven came hurtling towards the water like arrows.

The wooden pointed feet create layers of white mist in the air, just like splashing water.

The iron rod of the Fire Tree Monk was like a vermilion paintbrush, rapidly scribbling in mid-air.

The gleaming rod tip trailed a red line, and in an instant, it drew countless circles with that red line, colliding with those sharp feet.

The profound yin energy of the soldier's spirit enveloped the wooden feet, and even during such high-speed collisions and movements, the wooden pointed feet showed no signs of heating up or getting hot.

After a brief exchange, one of the sharp feet landed squarely on the head of the stick.

The two forces collided, and the Fire Tree Monk fell back to the ground.

The pointed foot struck and then bounced, causing the entire deformed carriage to swerve sideways and crash into the caravan.

The caravan had many large wagons loaded with spices. In principle, precious spices should be packaged and sealed in double-walled earthenware jars, or even decorated with brocade wooden boxes.

Some spice boxes are worth as much as the spices themselves.

However, this caravan had only a few large carts specifically for storing spices, which were simply sealed with a few layers of thick oilcloth and secured with hemp rope.

At this moment, the transforming carriage landed, like a giant spider, hovering above several large carts.

Its sharp feet pierced into the oilcloth, and the bulging oilcloth quickly shrank.

Large quantities of spices were drawn into the deformed carriage through holes in the pointed feet.

The interior of the carriage was now filled with an extremely rich fragrance.

Su Xian pressed his right hand against the inner wall of the carriage, and a large amount of blood gushed out, turning his round, chubby face pale.

"I'll fight this disobedient monk to the death, and you, Prince, must flee immediately!"

A soldier's spirit, once nurtured in a particular vessel, will eventually find its way into something of the same kind, even if the vessel is changed.

A sword spirit can only enter a sword, and an umbrella spirit can only enter an umbrella.

The spirit of soldiers nurtured by a machine-made carriage.

Even if the original vehicle is destroyed, it can be temporarily put on other carriages to demonstrate the power of those mechanical and magical abilities.

But this requires a lot of staple food and side dishes.

Su Xian's vehicle-mounted soldier spirits are fed primarily with fresh blood and supplemented with spices.

"What a stubborn old donkey! After changing carriers several times, his military spirit can still erupt!"

The Fire Tree Monk's eyes were wide open, his horse-like face glowed fiery red, and the heat accumulated all over his body caused blue smoke to rise from the edges of his shoes.

Fighting in mid-air is less agile than fighting on land. In contrast, the eight legs of the chariot can move freely, which is why the fight ended in a draw.

This time, the monk was determined not to let the carriage have a chance to take off.

The rest of the caravan also discerned the ascetic's intentions.

Those carrying swords drew their blades, and those with bows drew their bows, clearly displaying an aura of being ready to fight to the death to hinder this ascetic.

Upon seeing this, the ascetic's face turned angry.

"You dare to draw your swords against me? You're courting death!"

"so……"

A voice drifted from the city wall into the arena.

"Can someone explain to me why you two are fighting at my city gate?"

Huoshu Toutuo was slightly startled and turned his head to look.

On the city wall, besides many soldiers, there was also a young man in a white robe and blue shirt with his hair tied up with black silk.

"At such a young age, his skill in concealing his breath is quite good."

The Fire Tree Monk carefully sensed the person's aura and realized that although the person's blood and qi were pure, he had not yet become a Su King. He coldly snorted, "Fighting outside the city is already giving your king some face. As for the rest, it's best not to ask any more questions, otherwise..."

His right foot jerked.

A hairline crack suddenly appeared from the soil, heading straight towards the base of the wall, meandering along the gaps between the stones on the wall.

In an instant, a force as fast as lightning reached the top of the wall.

The numerous soldiers on the wall, who were initially mesmerized by the battle outside the city, suddenly became flustered when they noticed an extra person on the wall.

However, the spearman closest to Chu Tianshu suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, and all his distracting thoughts vanished.

It's as if you've just walked off the edge of life and death; nothing else is worth being surprised about for the time being.

He looked down and found nothing unusual under his feet. He touched his body and found no missing flesh.

"Otherwise, this is what will happen to you!"

The ascetic spoke fluently and in one breath, and only then did he finish.

After he finished speaking, the monk noticed that the spearman was unharmed, and his expression changed.

Chu Tianshu's expression also changed, like a clear sky turning half-cloudy.

"You want to shatter this soldier next to me, to splatter his blood all over me, is that it?"

Originally, the palace and inner city of this royal city were mostly occupied by Zheng Tianchang's loyal henchmen, most of whom were in their prime, while the outer city was occupied by lazy and unruly military ruffians.

With Cheng Xin's return, he naturally needed to reorganize the military affairs, and now most of those guarding the city are spirited young men.

Although they are not very strong now, these people have good morale and a promising future.

As a result, because of this naivety and lack of experience and vigilance, he almost became the chicken that others would choose to kill as a warning to others.

Fire Tree Monk felt a sense of foreboding, fearing that he had misjudged the situation.

Once this thought crossed his mind, he no longer cared about the mechanical carriage. He took a step to the side and moved swiftly to escape.

At that very moment, Chu Tianshu's figure suddenly appeared outside the city.

Whether it was the soldiers on the city wall or the caravans outside the city, everyone felt that it suddenly got dark outside the city.

It's not just purely psychological pressure.

Furthermore, as soon as Chu Tianshu left the city, the bright light outside seemed to be swallowed up, dimming by two points.

His figure actually rose slightly after leaving the city, as if due to a natural buoyancy brought about by absorbing light.

Then, he reached out and pounced!
Even after going through such ups and downs.

Chu Tianshu pounced so fast that he immediately caught up with Huoshu Toutuo.

The Fire Tree Monk thrust his staff from behind his ear.

Chu Tianshu's palm met the head of the rod, and the entire iron rod was squeezed and melted like molten iron, fluttering and scattering from between his five fingers.

His hand, still warm from the molten iron, grabbed the thick, protruding piece of flesh on the Fire Tree Monk's cervical spine.

Huoshu Toutuo suddenly hooked his feet back, as if trying to kick Chu Tianshu.

But as soon as his shoes left the ground, a strange light flashed in Chu Tianshu's eyes. He exerted force with one arm, as if grabbing a wooden stake, and slammed him to the ground.

boom! ! !
Fire Tree Monk's knee struck the ground in a flash, crushing the earth and rocks beneath it.

He felt as if he had fallen off a cliff, suddenly sinking into the earth.

With the physique of a martial arts master, earth and stone would normally be as easy to destroy as soft tofu.

But even water, if it moves fast enough, can cause massive damage.

The speed at which Chu Tianshu smashed down the Fire Tree Monk far exceeded what the Fire Tree Monk himself could achieve.

He crushed the soil and rocks, creating a deep, well-like pit.

But the violent shock he had just experienced made him feel as if all two hundred of his bones were cracked.

The monk knelt at the bottom of the well, his bones creaking like popping beans, and blood foam gushed from his mouth.

"Cough! What strength! What a brutal move!"

Huoshu Toutuo's fingers trembled, unable to lift, so he could only tilt his head back as far as possible to look at the bright well opening.

"Who exactly is this person? Let me die knowing the truth!"

Chu Tianshu's face appeared at the wellhead.

"Who gave you permission to die? Come up here and explain yourself."

(End of this chapter)