Yuantian Pidao

Chapter 27: The Law Has No Permanent Form
Inside the cave, the pungent smell of blood filled the air.

Time passed, and after an unknown amount of time, two figures walked out. They were Zhao Meng, the third in command who had transformed into the Iron Hand, and Qian Wen. However, compared to Zhao Meng, Qian Wen was in a much more miserable state, with many marks of rat bites on his body.

As for the other six people, they all stayed in the cave. In such a special environment as the cave, facing these strange rats, ordinary people could not hold on for too long.

"It's finally out."

After surviving the disaster and walking out of the cave, Qian Wen couldn't help feeling happy. But at this moment, he suddenly found that Zhao Meng, who was walking in front of him, stopped. Following Zhao Meng's gaze, he saw a figure, as straight as a green pine, coming out of the darkness, just blocking their way.

"Jiang Wang..."

Looking at this figure, Qian Wen's heart couldn't help but tremble. After what happened just now, Jiang Wang had become somewhat unfathomable in his mind. He no longer thought that Jiang Wang was just a simple martial arts fanatic. It was at this time that Zhao Meng, wearing the quicksand mask, moved.

"die!"

With murderous intent bursting out in his heart, Zhao Meng attacked Jiang Chen who was blocking his way without any hesitation. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and exerted his fist strength to the extreme. The moment Jiang Chen appeared, he had already made up his mind to kill Jiang Chen.

Facing such a punch, Jiang Chen directly slapped it with his palm.

Buzz, fists and palms collided, the power of qi and blood collided, Jiang Chen's figure floated and fell backwards like willow catkins, while Zhao Meng retreated three steps.

At this moment, Zhao Meng's expression under the mask finally changed.

"First-class, you have actually been promoted to the first-class realm."

Looking at Jiang Chen again, a hint of surprise and doubt flashed across Zhao Meng's narrow eyes. After the fight just now, he was sure that Jiang Chen had been promoted to the first-class level and his strength was not inferior to his.

"You've been promoted to the first-class level, and you've even mastered a magic spell that can control rats. You're really good at hiding things, but the more you do this, the more I can't let you stay."

"Seven Injury Fist!"

Zhao Meng was filled with murderous intent. In order to kill Jiang Chen, he made no secret of it and directly used his famous martial arts. In an instant, his punching power suddenly increased by 30%.

The Seven Injury Fist first hurts oneself and then hurts others. Although it causes great harm, it has great explosive power and is extremely advantageous in combat.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Chen remained indifferent. He was not too surprised that Zhao Meng appeared here. After all, the Jinsha Valley was quite involved. For the sake of safety, it was normal for him to go there in person.

In addition, as a member of the Quicksand Bandits, he may not trust other Quicksand Bandits. The golden sand is tempting, so the safest way is to take action himself.

"die!"

With a stomping of his foot, he rushed out like a cannonball, locked onto Jiang Chen, and delivered his strongest punch.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen's expression did not change at all. His eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Zhao Meng as if he was looking at a dead man. At this moment, Zhao Meng suddenly let out a scream, his internal organs felt like they were burning, and a faint fire gushed out of his seven orifices.

At this moment, his originally fierce fist force collapsed in an instant, and the whole person curled up like a cooked shrimp, rolling on the ground.

Qian Wen, who had originally planned to help and take the opportunity to attack Jiang Chen, was suddenly frightened by this scene. Zhao Meng's change of heart was completely beyond his expectations. "This is talisman magic, talisman magic. You are definitely not a simple warrior, you are a cultivator..."

His blood was boiling as if burned by fire. Looking at Jiang Chen in pain, Zhao Meng suddenly understood something.

As a member of the Liusha, he had some understanding of cultivators and had even come into contact with them. When he saw Jiang Chen driving rats before, he only thought that he was practicing a special talisman technique. Mainly because he did not expect that a cultivator would stay in this water bandit's nest for a long time, and even bow his head and serve as his subordinate for such a long time.

You have to know that most practitioners are arrogant and look down on warriors.

"So what if I'm a cultivator? My fate is determined by..."

With a ferocious face and bloodshot eyes, Zhao Meng endured the pain and struggled desperately, wanting to throw a last punch. Unfortunately, in the next moment, the strange blood and fire completely ignited all the blood in his body, turning him into a huge torch.

At this point, Zhao Meng's so-called will became false.

Ah, shrill screams resounded throughout the surroundings. Under the burning of blood and fire, Zhao Meng's facial features were distorted, and his entire body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Chen's eyes moved slightly.

"Although pure blood flame magic is powerful against flesh and blood creatures, it's too rigid. After all, living creatures are intelligent. With the right tactics, they can actually contain blood flame magic, such as by cutting off flesh to survive."

"And the method of mixing blood flames with qi and blood and injecting them into another person's body is much more subtle. Although the onset is slower, once it occurs, ordinary means are simply unable to contain it."

As Zhao Meng was burned to ashes by the blood and fire, all kinds of thoughts flashed through Jiang Chen's mind.

During their first fight, he transformed the blood flame into Qi and blood, and injected it into Zhao Meng's body through palm power. He was able to do this because, firstly, his soul was strong enough and his mastery of talismans was far beyond ordinary; secondly, thanks to his research on blood and Qi in recent days, he integrated the blood flame into his own blood and Qi, and then erased the will contained in his own blood and Qi, avoiding the obstruction of the opponent's Qi and blood, so that it could easily integrate into the body of another person.

From this point of view, the Blood Flame Technique has begun to break free from its original shackles in Jiang Chen's hands, showing more possibilities. The law is ever-changing and is not something that remains unchanged.

Seeing all this, Qian Wen was scared silly and no longer had any thoughts of being an enemy of Jiang Chen. He did not want to end up like Zhao Meng with no body left. As for escaping, he did have this thought, but when he was about to act, he was enveloped by an inexplicable sense of crisis. He had a premonition that as long as he dared to escape, he would definitely die.

"Master Jiang Si, I am useful. I know where Zhao Meng hid the gold sand. I am willing to help you find it. Please spare my life..."

Qian Wen kowtowed repeatedly, fell to his knees on the ground, and begged for mercy.

Jiang Chen ignored this and walked up to Zhao Meng. Although Zhao Meng's body was completely destroyed by the burning blood and fire, the mask he wore, the black robe he wore, and other items on his body were completely intact.

"This mask is quite special. There's actually a hint of spiritual charm in it. It seems that this Quicksand Bandit has gained something after so many years of seeking immortality."

Reaching out to pick up Zhao Meng's mask, Jiang Chen's heart moved slightly. He had noticed it before on the south slope, and now he has confirmed it. Of course, the spiritual charm contained in this quicksand mask is very weak, and it is not an extraordinary thing at all. At most, it is just contaminated with some breath.

"Soul Photo!"

With his supernatural powers activated, after taking the mask, Jiang Chen grabbed Zhao Meng's soul, which had not yet dissipated, in his hands. At this moment, all kinds of secrets began to emerge in his mind, including the place where Zhao Meng hid the golden sand.

(End of this chapter)