Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 353 I poisoned you, and you ask me if my foot hurts?
A monk with a charred face.

That is Abbot Dayin of Biechuan Temple.

The monk was devoted to Buddhism, but his internal strength was extremely high, and his external martial arts, the Great Hand Seal, was unparalleled. None of the nineteen demons could defeat him.

How did Master Dayin die?
Fire King!

Only the "Fire King" among the "Eight Heavenly Kings" of the Power Gang can burn a person's face without damaging their clothes.

Similarly, inside the clothes on the back of the seal was a powerful bow with a spring, from which the three swift arrows were fired.

Dang Dang Dang!
Ding Anyi caught the three small arrows with his hand across his chest, raised his eyebrows, and shouted, "Didn't you say you were going to burn me to death?"

Just then, a sinister laugh came from behind the Great Master Yin: "Yes!"

There was a "bang"!
The three small arrows in Ding'an's hand transformed into a huge fireball.

"Hmph! That's it?"

Amidst the firelight, Ding An laughed disdainfully. His iron fist flew across the sky, his iron arm stretched out, swaying and shifting, before suddenly flying forward rapidly.

It bypassed the corpse of the Great Master, and like a molting serpent, smashed towards the man's head.

"boom!"

The man blocked with both hands, and the flames immediately flared up.

Three figures were reflected in the light.

One arm stretched out ten feet long—that was Ding'an.

The body in the middle, with its head bowed, is that of the Great Master Da Yin.

Opposite him was a monk, tall and with a full beard, wearing a bright red kasaya.

"You wicked monk!" Ding'an shouted, "How dare you disregard human life!" He immediately channeled his inner strength, unleashing the true energy of his wedding dress.

"Uh~"

The monk's heart skipped a beat from the impact. He grunted and retreated sharply, simultaneously raising his hand and unleashing a ball of fire.

The entire kitchen instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire; rice, vegetarian dishes, wood, bricks, and even ironware all became part of the flames, rushing in with a whooshing sound.

But the head monk mysteriously disappeared in the flames.

Seeing this, Ding'an flew back to the door and escaped from the flames. He then inhaled sharply!
"call out!"

The blazing fire dragon, like a weary bird returning to its nest or a dragon entering the sea, burrowed into his mouth and nose without missing a single detail, and the surroundings became clear and bright, returning to their original state.

A flame appeared under the skin of Ding'an's chest, and it was seen that he was secretly channeling his internal energy to transfer the flame to his prosthetic hand.

The prosthetic arm shone brightly, then turned black in an instant, as if it had stored away the fire.

Ding An looked around, scratched his head, and muttered, "Is that all?" Seemingly unable to understand, he stopped thinking about it and turned to look at the kitchen, which had been reduced to ashes.

He patted his empty stomach in frustration, sighed, and turned to walk back.

The moonlight was like water at this time. The kitchen was some distance from the main hall, through a long passageway.

The shadows of the trees swayed, without making a sound.

Just as they were about to open the moon gate and go out, six blue beams suddenly flew towards them.

Ding'an lay down on the spot, and "duo duo," "duo duo duo," hidden weapons were thrown into the wall.

The wall immediately turned a deep blue.

The next moment, it turned a burnt black, as if roasted by fire.

"My God!" Ding An turned his head and his eyes widened in shock. "So poisonous?"

In a short time, the wall has been corroded and pitted, and later it will become a big hole.

Ding An lay on his back on the ground, his eyes darted around, and suddenly he stretched out his prosthetic hand towards the sky.

The prosthetic arm stretched out, snap, and grabbed the crossbeam at the top of the passageway.

Ding An's figure rolled up like a measuring tape and soared upwards.

shhhhhhhh!

At least thirty or forty hidden weapons were thrown at him at once.

The man from Ding'an, in mid-air, twisted his waist and bent over like a sly snake, dodged the hidden weapons, and then flipped himself up onto the crossbeam.

"Hmph!" Ding'an laughed, "Done!" He leaped through the roof tiles and jumped up.

Suddenly, two more figures appeared overhead, one wielding a ghost-headed saber and the other a flowing gold mace, slashing down from the left and right.

Ding An spun his entire body like a top, his prosthetic arm breaking off from the rings one by one, like a steel whip being lashed out.

With two loud "ping-ping" sounds, sparks flew everywhere, bursting forth with great force.

The two men screamed, crashed through the roof, and fell to the ground.

Just then, a "whoosh" sound rang out again, and blue light flashed in the darkness.

The highly poisonous hidden weapon struck again.

Even though it was far away, I could still smell the sweet scent emanating from the hidden weapon.

It's extremely poisonous!
Ding An roared, "Is this never going to end?" and slammed his sword sheath.

Canglang!

The eagle-shaped blade flew out, caught, and countered!
With a loud crash, roof tiles flew off, and the flames illuminated the night sky, like a rolled-up red carpet, hurtling straight towards the direction from which the projectile was launched.

The man who threw the hidden weapon was startled and dared not take it head-on. He dodged to the right, but before he could regain his footing, he suddenly heard Ding An shout, "Water and fire in harmony!"

He turned his head and saw Ding An standing in mid-air, his whole body exuding a powerful aura. With a flick of his wrist, he raised his sword and made a feinting slash.

Strangely, the knife slashed without making a sound.

The man screamed in agony as he was cleaved into pieces on the spot.

Click!

The residual force of the blade's energy continued unabated, and a large tree a dozen feet away suddenly burst into flames, then slowly tilted.

The blade was three or four zhang (approximately 10-12 meters) from the tree, yet its force was enough to cleave the tree in half and set it ablaze, demonstrating its immense power.

Ding An landed slowly, his body surrounded by surging air currents and blazing flames. His long hair hung upside down, making him look like a fire god in the wind, majestic and awe-inspiring.

The members of the Power Gang, who were lying in ambush all around, turned pale and retreated like a receding tide.

Clearly, Ding'an's swordsmanship was so fierce that it shattered their morale, and they dared not advance.

Ding An laughed loudly: "Why are you running?" A gust of wind suddenly rose around him, and he chased after the enemy like a ghost.

Upon seeing this, the crowd cried out in alarm and raised their weapons.

Suddenly, Ding An raised his hand and fired a cannon into the air!
To everyone's surprise, they were all caught off guard and their faces were slapped one by one.

This was originally the full force of the "Fire King's" fire energy, which Ding An absorbed using the "Fire Extension" supernatural power from the "Book of Forgetfulness" and stored in Yi's hands.

Just then, a cannon shot came, and everyone took it in their faces.

In an instant, bones broke and tendons ruptured, the upper body was ejected from the body and flew away. Amidst the roar, only a large mass of blood and flesh remained on the ground, burning and charred. The figure had vanished completely.

At this moment, the moon is high in the sky, and the firelight is dazzling.

The air was extremely stuffy and oppressive.

Everything was silent.

Ding'an held a knife in one hand, while Yi's hand emitted white steam that flew towards the sky.

Before he could even catch his breath, there was a sudden "whoosh".

The blood, flesh, and flames on the ground suddenly turned green, making Ding'an's face turn pale. A pungent smell assaulted his nostrils.

Ding An frowned deeply and shouted, "Not again!"

Before he could finish speaking, a person suddenly appeared behind him, smiling, and gently placed his hand on Ding An's shoulder.

Ding An's face changed, turning a ghastly, dark blue, as blue as the bamboo that panda cubs gnaw on every day.

The man's wet, slippery hands rested on Ding An's shoulders, and his feet silently slipped into Ding An's heels.

Ding An's face turned pale, and he involuntarily stood on tiptoe, unable to move!

Only a pair of eyes remained, rolling around.

This posture is just like the two villagers who were possessed by ghosts in the movies starring Lam Ching-ying.

Very weird.

The person behind Ding'an brought their face close to his ear, shushed him, and whispered, "Don't move."

Ding An's face turned even greener, but the corners of his mouth stretched wide, his lips a vibrant red.

The man chuckled: "This poison is called 'Guo Lang's Smile.' Your face will first turn green, then flush red, and when your forehead to the tip of your nose turns white, that will be the time of your death!"

(P.S.: Guo Lang refers to a clown character in ancient Chinese opera.)
"However, during this time, you will be controlled by Mo," the man said with a smile, his face appearing terrifying in the green light, "until you succumb to the poison and die!"

Ding An nodded: "Oh~!"

The man got angry: "What do you mean by 'oh'?"

Ding'an blinked: "Doesn't your foot hurt?"

The man got angry: "What business is it of yours whether I'm in pain or not?"

Ding An said, "My prosthetic arm weighs 180 jin, my own body weighs 200 jin, and the eagle knife weighs 20 jin, totaling 400 jin." His smile remained eerie, but he asked cautiously, "Your foot really doesn't hurt?"

The man took two deep breaths, then suddenly shouted, slapped Ding An on the shoulder, and yelled, "To the main hall!"

Ding An's heels suddenly felt like they weren't touching the ground, and he walked stiffly towards the main hall, his hands and feet moving in unison.

just.

With each step he took, the guy who was standing on his heel would grimace, almost crying out in pain.
In the main hall.

Watching Yong Xiyu run down the mountain.

Shao Liulei then turned around and asked, "I'm very curious, how did you know I had the Limitless Immortal Pill?"

Liang Dou said, "Brother Ren said so."

Shao sighed with tears in his eyes: "White-robed Sword God, there is truly an unforeseen situation ahead."

Ren Shaoyang said calmly, "Judging from your words, it seems you're not keen on handing it over?"

"Why should I?" Shao cried indignantly. "Do you know how I've survived? Fifteen years, fifteen years of torment!"

He laughed and cried at the same time, his expression deranged: "Even if you are the legendary Sword God, you cannot take away the elixir I worked so hard to obtain."

"cannot!"

As the last word was uttered, Shao Liulei's arm trembled, his palms flying out in a flurry of dozens of palm strikes as he slashed out.

In an instant, it was as if a storm had suddenly broken out inside the hall, and a tangible surge of qi grew stronger and stronger.

After Ren Shaoyang released Shao Liulei's pressure points, he became extremely wary of him. Now that he knows that Ren Shaoyang is the "White-Clad Sword God," he is even more vigilant.

To be honest, he was reluctant to take action against Ren Shaoyang.

But for the sake of his plans, he had to take action, he had to fight his way out, so that he could continue his plans!

"careful!"

Liang Dou was shocked; he hadn't expected Shao Liulei to be so much stronger than he had imagined!
I'm afraid I'm no match for him!

Just as Liang Dou uttered the word "heart".

The main hall suddenly turned blue.

A sword blade shot out from behind Ren Shaoyang, crashing down like divine punishment.

In an instant, sword energy surged forth, like a giant wave pouring into a cave in the rock, creating an unstoppable surge.

Shao Liulei didn't even have time to utter a sound before he was sent flying high into the air.

This is not finished.

With his hands behind his back, Ren Shaoyang raised three more sword blades behind him, like three whips, and lashed them at Shao Liulei in the air.

In an instant, the crackling sounds were incessant.

Shao Liulei trembled violently in the air, countless small holes bursting from his body, which sent him flying.

Suddenly, the sword blade was retracted into the sleeve with a whoosh.

Shao let out a long, miserable scream, his body bursting with a layer of blood mist, and he crashed to the ground with a thud.

Shao Liu lay on the ground for a long while before struggling to his feet. Looking at Ren Shaoyang, who stood with his hands behind his back, he cried out in alarm, "Why don't you kill me?"

"How will killing him attract Yan Kuangtu?"

Shao looked on incredulously with tears in his eyes: "You're going to provoke him again?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "So that he won't provoke me."

Shao cried out in shock, "What...what do you mean?"

"Literally."

Shao gave a bitter laugh through his tears: "Yan Kuangtu is a madman, and so are you!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I'm an even bigger madman than him."

Shao shook his head repeatedly, tears streaming down his face, blood splattering everywhere. "Impossible! You can't beat him! Absolutely impossible!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly and said, "Is that so?"

Shao Liulei suddenly paused, his eyes flashing with a strange light: "Unless, unless you can obtain the Limitless Immortal Pill!" He chuckled eerily, "If you eat the pill, defeating Yan Kuangtu will be a piece of cake!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "The elixir? Isn't it on you?"

"What a pity!" Shao said, tears welling up again. "I just gave the elixir to Yong Xiyu. Ha! With his water escape technique, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up with him."

Shao's tears flowed more and more, almost spitting out: "Unless, unless you take over the Yangtze River waterway's stronghold, kill Zhu the Great Heavenly King, and steal the elixir!"

"You want the Limitless Immortal Pill? Just kill Zhu the Great Heavenly King and the pill is yours!"

Watching Shao, who was so overwhelmed with emotion that his eyes were gushing water, brought tears to her eyes.

Ren Shaoyang nodded: "It seems you hate Zhu Datianwang very much."

"What?" Shao looked at him with teary eyes.

"Then why did you give Yong Xiyu poison?" Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly. "And why did you want me to fight against the Yangtze River waterway?"

Shao took a step back, tears streaming down his face, and cried out, "I don't understand what you're saying!"

"Oh, you really are the type to cry even when you're facing death."

Hongxiu came up and saw a very familiar brocade pouch hanging around the neck of the panda cub in her arms.

The little beggar took off the brocade pouch, poured out five red pills, three of them deep red, and said with a grin:
"Hey, you old man who loves to cry! Here are five magic pills too. I wonder if they're the ones you lost?"

Shao Liulei's face changed instantly, tears streaming down his face, soaking his clothes. He reached up and touched himself thoroughly, then exclaimed in surprise:
"How did the elixir end up with you?!"

(End of this chapter)