Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 504 Great Victory, Tragic News

The ultimate Dao is six Yin, seeking Yang to become lightning!
The extremely refined dark and demonic methods search for yang energy, even extracting yang energy from the most ordinary air and turning it into lightning.

Chu Tianshu, such a powerful human being, suddenly felt as if his three souls were about to fly to the heavens and his seven spirits were about to leave his body.

It felt as if his three souls and seven spirits were about to fly wildly into that dark hand.

Even a body stained with blood, possessing inner strength and vitality, will be swallowed up in that eternal darkness.

The power contained in this hand didn't seem to surpass that of the desolate grave by much, but the oppressive feeling it brought was simply incomparable.

This ingenious technique, capable of creating golden lightning from the air, was so sophisticated that Chu Tianshu couldn't see through it at all...

Even if you can't see through it, you still have to look!
Chu Tianshu's eyes widened in disbelief. His brain was overloaded, causing his hair to turn snow-white as if plated with frost. His mental energy was almost like blue-white lightning bolts, flowing around his head.

The surrounding scenery remained unchanged, except for that giant hand pressing down.

But as he worked his mind, he felt that the scenery around him had changed at least a hundred times, between light and dark.

That was him relentlessly exploring his own potential, trying to observe from any conceivable perspective.

Every different perspective he took made him feel as if the surrounding scenery had changed dramatically.

Looking down, the peach and plum blossoms in the garden are fragrant; looking up, the sun shines brightly in the sky.

The only plants visible in the garden are peaches and plums; their fragrance is invisible to the naked eye, yet it truly exists.

What can be seen in the vast emptiness is the blazing sun, but the surrounding thick soup is invisible, yet it boils and bubbles endlessly.

Chu Tianshu's left thumb suddenly pierced his heart, and his heart blood began to boil. His blood radiated outwards, and he used his right arm to punch upwards with all his might.

When this punch reached its maximum force, it didn't land on that large hand.

Instead, it was two inches lower than that giant hand, striking a layer of invisible and intangible fragrance.

Under the intense radiation of the fist energy, which had been poured into the effort, the fragrance only appeared faintly for a moment.

It is like the fragrance of a soul, like sandalwood, like the fragrance of ancient witch herbs.

The aroma bursts forth!

The large hand crashed down, striking Chu Tianshu on the head.

call! ! !
The hand had already swept across Chu Tianshu's body like a phantom, leaving him only with a dizzying sensation and a trembling in his bones.

The giant hand became transparent and completely disappeared.

Chu Tianshu lost his footing and fell to the ground, faintly hearing distant murmurs in his ears.

"The ultimate Yang of Peach Capital... the Great Void of Penglai... a mere Transcendent Realm cultivator, yet able to witness the wondrous fragrance of a successful ritual..."

The voice, in its final moments, carried a murderous intent as vast as the night sky, but it had already irrevocably faded into the distance, unable to linger.

The master of the Black Hand is not here. The reason he can make a move here is because of the strange magic ritual at the desolate grave.

Chu Tianshu's punch destroyed the ritual traces that were hidden in the air.

Once the ceremony ends, the connection between this place and that place also collapses.

The underhanded tactics were rendered useless.

The wind whistled past Chu Tianshu's ears, and after a long descent, it finally turned into a loud bang.

When he fought the battle at the desolate grave, he was several miles away from the battlefield of Jiuquxi.

He fell down and crashed onto a street, shattering large sections of stone slabs, and was thrown into the air.

"Ok?"

Chu Tianshu's eyes cleared, and he woke up with a start during his intimate contact with the ground. He suddenly exerted force in his waist, changed his balance in mid-air, and landed back on the ground.

As soon as he stood still, he couldn't help but look up at the sky.

That feeling was wonderful.

I never knew my brain could function to such an extent... I feel like I can understand all the mysteries of the world.

But then he realized that he couldn't actually see through the true nature of that dark hand, and he immediately clenched his left fist and pounded his chest.

After striking him several times, he finally broke free from the forbidden state, coughing up blood repeatedly.

"Damn, I almost got fooled by my own brain."

Chu Tianshu's face twitched when he saw that the blood he coughed up on the ground had turned green.

In his forbidden state, his brain mutated, making him slightly faster than his body, as if he could control all changes in his body.

But that is also a great temptation.

It tempted him to immerse himself in that state of mental transcendence.

His mind was constantly focused on how to maximize his power and defeat his opponent, almost forgetting that he was burning through his lifespan.

Why is my brain more belligerent than I am?

Chu Tianshu shook his head, patted his chest, and hurried toward the battlefield at Jiuquxi.

The towns surrounding the Heaven and Earth Palaces have many residents, and the great battle there has attracted many people to peek out.

Chu Tianshu moved like a blur, passing through the sight of many people without most noticing.

There was only a middle-aged woman peeking out of the window when she suddenly saw a white thread fall in front of her.

She picked it up with a puzzled look and found it to be dry and crystal clear to the touch.

With a little more force, it couldn't be pulled off. Even when all the strength was applied, the white silk remained undamaged, causing pain to her calluses.

"My darling." The woman secretly put the white silk stocking away.

Chu Tianshu had no idea how much hair he had lost along the way.

When he arrived at the battlefield, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

On the battlefield, the corpses of various demons and monsters who participated in the gathering lay scattered all over the ground.

The Earthly Lord's left arm was severed at the shoulder, with a few peach blossoms still clinging to the cut. He held an iron ruler in his right hand, but his wrist was bound by a long silver chain.

The other end of the long chain was held in Wei Qidong's hand.

Lin Chucheng was crawling on the back of the Earth Demon, using his unique finger techniques to seal the temples and several acupoints behind the ears.

The evil spirit of the Earthly Slayer could not leave the body and became rigid.

"Tian Shu!"

In the distance, on the main hall, the white crane, its left wing somewhat blackened, raised its voice and shouted, "Make your move!"

Their injuries were all too severe. After Baihe seized part of the power of the altar, he fought with the Earthly Sovereign. Halfway through the battle, he was distracted by the stewards and guards of the Heaven and Earth Palaces.

As a result, the Shebi Corpse Clan seized the opportunity to shoot a poisoned arrow.

Chu Tianshu pointed to the pond downstream of the Nine-Bend Stream.

The Three-Seven Divine Sword let out a loud cry and flew through the air.

Lin Chucheng jumped back to avoid the sword's edge.

The divine sword pierced down from the top of his head and penetrated the body of the Earthly Ruler.

"Kill me too!"

The Earthly Ruler's pupils trembled, and he roared, charging forward a few steps before his body gradually stiffened and he collapsed to the ground.

Chu Tianshu coughed twice, stepped forward, first tapping Feng Jianhua's fingers on the corpse lying next to him to relieve his injuries, and then looked around.

Bai He, Wei Qidong, and Lin Chucheng all seem to be able to recover on their own.

"Principal, where is Master Baima?"

Feng Jianhua reluctantly raised his hand and pointed: "That one over there, the one with the dark face."

Chu Tianshu walked over and pointed a few fingers at the dark-faced bald man.

The white horse finally caught its breath, exhaling black smoke and coughing, "Amitabha, what a disgrace!"

"After they finished killing the monsters around them, they even exchanged a few blows with Huangmao Dizai. I didn't even have a chance to taste the iron ruler before I was almost killed by a fire demon in a counterattack."

He had just exhaled black smoke and was breathing too rapidly when some grass blades drifted into his mouth as he spoke, so he quickly spat them out twice.

Chu Tianshu looked at everyone and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Master Baima listened to him laugh for several seconds, then said with embarrassment, "Benefactor Chu, you, you, you don't have to keep laughing, do you?"

"Hahaha, Master, you've misunderstood."

Chu Tianshu smiled and pointed, "I'm smiling because of our great victory."

"Look, none of us died."

Recalling their conversation by the lake, Feng Jianhua couldn't help but praise, "Your poisoning skills are truly exceptional."

Lin Chucheng gazed at the distant sky.

Although he diverted some of his power to drive four spirits to gang up on the desolate grave, he was still the most resilient among them.

He was the only one who could keep an eye on Chu Tianshu's battle in the distance.

Lin Chucheng asked, "What's with that giant hand?"

"The spirits were used as incense at the desolate grave, and what was drawn here did not seem to be the power of ghosts or gods. I suspect it was the high priest of their Ghost Mother clan."

Chu Tianshu recalled the giant black hand and pressed his hand against the corner of his eye, which had been wide open from staring, and pondered, "I had heard about the Ghost Mother Clan when I was in the Golden Triangle."

"That high priest must have forcibly stepped into the forbidden realm before the influence of the Daoist wind had subsided, relying on the deep zone and the protection of ghosts and gods."

"Now most of them are at a very high level, but since they were sheltered in a special environment back then, they naturally cannot come to the shallow level now."

Feng Jianhua looked worried: "But there is such a living, breathing powerhouse who constantly guides the younger generation of the Ghost Mother clan, and even guides experts from other races in their cultivation..."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Chu Tianshu laughed again, "What's there to be afraid of? We've won anyway, so let's enjoy the joy of victory!"

Lin Chucheng smiled and nodded, but suddenly his expression became somewhat strange.

Master Bai Ma's gaze towards Chu Tianshu also changed somewhat.

Chu Tianshu asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

He stirred his head and felt a slight coolness on his cheek. He reached out and grabbed it, and a strand of white hair brushed against his cheek.

It was a tuft of white hair that had already fallen out.

Chu Tianshu's expression changed drastically.

He knew exactly how much of his life he had left.

But he hadn't even noticed how much hair he had left.

Could it be that my scalp is necrotic and I haven't even noticed the hair loss?

(End of this chapter)