Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

"Hurry up and go inside, our Captain Zheng is still inside."

Chen Mo tugged at Fang Yingxia, that silly girl, and quickly retreated into the building.

Once the monster comes out, the inside is actually the safest place.

Coming in to rescue people at this time would be both meritorious and safe; only a newcomer like Miss Fang wouldn't understand the intricacies of the situation.

Two other people, sharing the same idea, broke down the door and rushed inside.

They just set a fire in front of the building to scare the other party; they had no intention of burning the building down.

Liu Ruyan's gaze swept over Chen Mo and Fang Yingxia, and then she followed them.

"Captain Zheng, Captain Zheng, don't die! I'm coming to save you!"

Chen Mo's roar was deafening, startling everyone inside who turned around in unison.

Zheng Changkong, who was on the verge of fainting, was startled awake by him and jolted back to his semi-conscious state.

He looked at Chen Mo's face, which was close to his, with a very complicated expression.

That bastard will definitely live to be a hundred.

......

Outside, Shen Dajiang had already started fighting with Tingyulou.

The moonlight was dyed red by the firelight, and two figures crossed paths on the open ground, each collision causing the ground to tremble.

He was using a ghost-head knife.

The blade was over three feet long, with a thick back but a thin, cicada-wing-like edge that gleamed coldly in the firelight.

At this moment, faint dark red patterns appeared on the blade. As Shen Dajiang circulated his qi and blood, those patterns flickered, as if they were breathing.

"drink!"

With a roar, the ground beneath Shen Dajiang's feet cracked, and he was launched like a cannonball.

His skin had a faint bronze glow under the moonlight, not from sun exposure, but from the abundance of blood and energy that formed an invisible barrier on his skin.

The symbol of the Copper Skin and Iron Bones Realm.

The demon-headed blade slashed down, its aura preceding the movement.

The air was torn apart, producing a sharp whistling sound, and a visible shockwave shot out from the blade, slashing straight at the half-human, half-cicada monster in mid-air.

The Listening Rain Pavilion Master braced his six limbs on the ground, twisting his body at an odd angle to barely avoid the blade's energy.

The blade's energy grazed its body and struck a withered tree, as thick as a bucket's rim, behind it.

Click—.

The tree trunk broke off at the base, the cut smooth as a mirror, and then the entire tree collapsed with a roar, raising a cloud of dust and sparks.

"What a sharp knife."

The Listening Rain Pavilion Master spoke, its voice vibrating from its chest cavity. Its mouth had degenerated into a needle-like proboscis, which was now trembling violently and emitting a buzzing resonance.

Shen Dajiang didn't say anything, and the second slash followed.

With a horizontal slash, the blade's energy transformed into an arc of light, sealing off the Listening Rain Pavilion Master's space to dodge left and right.

At the same time, Shen Dajiang stomped his left foot on the ground and moved three steps to the right, blocking its retreat.

One strike seals off three routes.

The owner of Tingyu Louzhu did not withdraw.

Its compound eyes swung violently, and thousands of mirrors reflected the approaching glint of the blade.

Just as the blade's energy was about to reach him, the pair of translucent cicada wings behind him suddenly unfolded and flapped violently.

call!

A sudden gust of wind arose.

It wasn't ordinary wind; it carried vibrations of some strange frequency.

The air distorted like ripples on water, and the pebbles, bricks, and even burning wood nearby were swept up by the gale and hurled at Shen Dajiang.

The sword energy was dispersed by the shockwave, and the broken stones and pieces of wood hit Shen Dajiang with muffled crackling sounds.

His clothes were torn, but only faint white marks remained on his skin.

With a body of copper and iron, it's not just a saying.

"A trivial skill."

Shen Dajiang snorted coldly, reversed the ghost-head saber, and plunged it heavily into the ground with the tip pointing downwards.

"Suppress the land!"

boom!

Centered on him, the ground within a radius of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) sank three cun (approximately 1.5 meters).

Blood and qi flowed down his arm into the blade, then surged from the tip into the ground, transforming into a violent shockwave that spread outwards.

The Listening Rain Pavilion's six limbs simultaneously felt the ground shaking. It tried to jump up, but it was too late.

The moment the shockwave arrived, all six of its limbs lost their balance, and its body was violently pulled forward by an inexplicable force of gravity.

Shen Dajiang had been waiting for this opportunity.

He swung the knife, charged forward, and executed the entire movement in one fluid motion.

The Ghost Head Blade, carrying the force of wind and thunder, slashed towards the head of the Listening Rain Pavilion Master.

when!

A clang of metal rang out.

The knife stopped in mid-air.

It wasn't that Shen Dajiang stopped, but rather that the Listening Rain Pavilion Master raised all four of his limbs simultaneously, blocking the blade.

The surface of the segmented limb was covered with hard chitin, which gleamed with a dark brown luster in the firelight. When the demon-head knife struck it, it left only a shallow white mark.

"Copper Skin Realm." The Listening Rain Pavilion Master spoke, his needle-like mouthparts almost touching Shen Dajiang's face, "It can't hurt me."

Before he could finish speaking, his chest cavity suddenly swelled violently.

Shen Dajiang's expression changed. He tried to draw his sword and retreat, but the four segments of the sword were firmly stuck in the blade, and he couldn't pull it out for a moment.

The next second, a stream of green viscous liquid spurted from the mouth of the Listening Rain Pavilion Master.

Shen Dajiang turned his head to dodge, the slime grazing his ear and landing on a rock behind him.

Shen Dajiang turned his head to dodge, the slime grazing his ear and landing on a rock behind him.

The stone instantly emitted white smoke and was corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye, creating a hole the size of a fist.

"Poison?" Shen Dajiang finally spoke. "Is that all you've got?"

"Of course not."

The voice of the Listening Rain Pavilion Master became eerie, carrying a kind of overlapping echo, like countless cicadas chirping at the same time.

Its compound eyes began to emit a ghostly green light, which grew brighter and brighter.

Shen Dajiang suddenly felt dizzy.

It's not poison.

It refers to frequency.

The frequency of sound.

His consciousness went blank for a moment.

It only lasted a moment.

But for Tingyu Louzhu, that's enough.

One of the segments loosened its grip on the blade, and like a spear, it pierced straight towards Shen Dajiang's throat.

when!

The limb pierced, but not through.

At that moment, the skin around Shen Dajiang's throat deepened, becoming almost a dark gold, and forcefully blocked the attack.

But the enormous impact still sent him flying backward, smashing through a pile of burning wooden planks behind him and carving a long furrow in the ground.

"Director Shen!"

The police officers on guard nearby exclaimed in surprise.

The Listening Rain Pavilion Master did not pursue, but simply stood there, his six limbs re-inserted into the soil, his chest heaving violently, clearly indicating that the previous attack had taken a toll.

Shen Dajiang stood up amidst the smoke.

His shirt was completely ripped, revealing his muscular upper body.

His bronze skin was covered with fine scars, some new and some old, which looked like a dense map in the firelight.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at the monster in the distance, and suddenly laughed.

"Interesting. It's been so many years since I've encountered an opponent who could make me cough up blood."

The compound eyes of the Listening Rain Pavilion Master turned, reflecting his image.

"You are no match for me."

"Your qi and blood are indeed abundant, but you cultivate external martial arts, so you have a body of copper and iron, which is more than enough to deal with ordinary demons."

"But who am I?"

Its body began to change.

The hairs on the six segments suddenly stood up, and tiny droplets of liquid seeped from the tip of each hair.

The droplets shimmered with an eerie, multicolored light under the moonlight, each one like countless eyes blinking.

"I am the closest thing to God that you have ever seen in your lives."

It spread its translucent cicada wings, on which complex patterns appeared, one circle after another, like some kind of array.

"This body is merely a thought of my true self."

"My true form sleeps in a place you can never reach."

As it spoke, its needle-like mouthparts slowly elongated, becoming thinner and longer, as if trying to pierce the void and reach into another world.

Shen Dajiang's expression changed.

If it weren't for that.

Rather, it was because when the other person spoke, he felt an immense pressure descending from the void.

He wasn't the only one who felt it.

Everyone in the open space, and even Chen Mo and his group inside the building, froze at the same moment.

It was a tremor that came from the depths of one's soul.

It is the prey's instinctive fear of its natural enemy.

The Listening Rain Pavilion Master's compound eyes lit up simultaneously, the light from millions of tiny eyes converging into a single point, staring straight at Shen Dajiang.

"Do you still want to stop me now?"