Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

"To use their own methods against them?"

"Isn't this the Murong family's ultimate technique?!"

"Then why did Young Master Murong say earlier..."

At this point, everyone's eyes once again focused on Murong Fu.

At this moment, Murong Fu was both shocked and furious. This bald monk had actually stolen their family's secret technique, "Shifting Stars and Changing Positions." He was simply inhuman!

Not only that, but the level of cultivation he had reached seemed to be even higher than his own!

An indescribable sense of frustration rose within him. He took a deep breath, forced a smile, and quickly waved his hand to explain.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please hear me out!"

"This is purely a coincidence!"

"Think about it, there are many martial arts in the world, and many of them lead to the same goal through different paths."

"The martial art used by this master must be some kind of martial art similar to my Murong family's 'Star Shift,' and it is definitely not 'using their own methods against them.'"

"The world is vast and full of wonders, so please don't misunderstand!"

Murong Fu spoke quickly and urgently, his tone extremely sincere and certain.

Seeing his confident and assertive manner, the crowd realized he wasn't just boasting.

Although they still had doubts, they could only remain skeptical and temporarily suppress their desire to ask further questions.

The more they looked at Chen Mo in the arena, the more mysterious and unpredictable he seemed.

Murong Fu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his back was already covered in a cold sweat.

Luckily, we managed to fool them!

But in his heart, his apprehension and inexplicable fear of Chen Mo deepened.

On the battlefield, Ding Chunqiu tossed aside his disciples who had died from poisoning like rags.

He showed no remorse whatsoever; instead, a sinister and eerie smile appeared on his face.

In his eyes, these disciples were nothing more than tools that could be discarded at any time. He didn't care how many died, as long as they could be of some use.

"It's good that he's dead, a good use of waste!"

Ding Chunqiu let out a strange laugh and slammed his palms down on the backs of the two still-warm corpses at his feet.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened!

The two corpses turned black and swollen at a visible speed.

Sizzling pustules appeared on the surface of the corpse's skin, and a nauseating stench filled the air.

"Corpse-Rotting Technique?!"

Someone recognized the technique and was immediately horrified.

This is another vicious martial art of Ding Chunqiu.

The principle is to inject one's own highly toxic true energy into the corpse using a special method, instantly catalyzing the death energy and toxins within the corpse.

Transform it into a terrifying 'corpse poison bomb' and throw it out.

Not only can it be used as a 'bomb', but the rotting poison after the explosion is even more terrifying; anything that comes into contact with it will rot and decay instantly.

Just like a strong acid, it can quickly corrode flesh, bones, and muscles.

With its wide attack range and large coverage area, it would be a nightmare weapon if placed on the battlefield!

Whoosh!

Ding Chunqiu struck out with his palm, using the two corpses containing terrifying putrefactive poison as hidden weapons, smashing them one after the other towards Chen Mo!

At the same time, his sleeves billowed, and more poison powder and needles shot out like a shower of flowers.

It must be said that, in terms of the use of poison alone, he can be considered a master.

Those watching from afar felt a chill run down their spines upon seeing this scene.

Many people swore in their hearts that they would never provoke the Star Constellation Old Monster, this poisonous old monster, no matter what, because he was simply impossible to guard against.

But then, a glint of light flashed in Chen Mo's eyes as he faced this overwhelming onslaught.

"A petty trick, yet you dare to show off your limited skills before an expert?!"

As he spoke, the "Shifting Stars" technique quietly began to operate again, and the invisible vortex around him reappeared.

Boom!

Both the two rotting corpses and the poison powder and needles were sent flying back.

Ding Chunqiu immediately dodged, but his disciples behind him were not so lucky.

Are you trying to say that those Xingxiu Sect disciples didn't stay away from the battlefield?

Just kidding, if they dared to take a single step, Ding Chunqiu would immediately kill them with a single palm strike, treating it as desertion.

In an instant, some Xingxiu Sect disciples were hit by the rebounding corpse poison, poison powder, and poison needles!

"what--!"

"my eyes!"

"Master, save me..."

Screams and wails erupted instantly.

Strangely, the Xingxiu Sect disciples who escaped the calamity, though their faces still showed fear, did not have any grief in their eyes for the tragic deaths of their fellow disciples.

They just watched indifferently, and some even secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that it wasn't them who had died.

Some people, with shifty eyes, seemed to be calculating whether they would have a chance to advance in the positions vacated by the dead.

This is the survival rule of the Starry Sky Sect: the strong prey on the weak, and selfishness prevails.

Ding Chunqiu paid no attention to the deaths and injuries of his disciples behind him; his mind was entirely focused on Chen Mo.

Whether it's the continuous corpse-rotting technique, or poison needles and powder, the purpose is to create an opportunity.

An opportunity to get close to Chen Mo.

"Haha! You little rascal, you've fallen for it!"

He let out a triumphant laugh, "Die!"

"Dissolving Power Technique!"

In an instant, his figure closed within three feet of Chen Mo.

A hand gleaming with an eerie bluish-purple light, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, slammed directly onto Chen Mo!

The long-planned killing move was finally revealed at this moment!

You should know that the infamous reputation of the Starry Constellation Old Monster is purely due to the Dissolving Power Technique!

This technique is extremely vicious, as it uses toxins to corrode the body, causing damage to the meridians.

Those who are struck by this spell may have their vital energy completely depleted in an instant, die on the spot, or wail for months before finally dying, all depending on the caster's whim.

Imagine that all the inner energy you've painstakingly cultivated over decades could be completely neutralized in a single move.

The despair of falling from the clouds into the mud is more terrifying than being killed outright.

Ding Chunqiu could already foresee the pitiful sight of the little bald monk collapsing to the ground, his true energy dissipating.

Chapter 84 One Finger

"Master, retreat quickly!"

Upon seeing this, Su Xinghe's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

He knew how terrifying his junior brother's Dissolving Power Technique was; even someone with a higher cultivation level than Ding Chunqiu could easily fall victim to it.

Bang!

The palm struck Chen Mo solidly, producing a muffled thud.

Ding Chunqiu's smile grew even brighter and more distorted, filled with smugness.

He has already come up with the script for the next part.

First, neutralize the true energy of this little bald monk, and let him taste what it's like to become a cripple.

Then, slowly prepare him with various poisons, making him wail for three days and three nights, and finally let him die from the poison.

Only in this way can I dispel the hatred in my heart!

"The Starry Sky Immortal possesses boundless magical power and extraordinary abilities, and has unified the martial world!"

"Master's divine skills are unparalleled. This little bald monk is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; he's courting his own destruction!"

"..."

The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect are most adept at reading people's expressions and moods. Seeing their master strike their opponent with a palm, they immediately seized the opportunity.

They shouted slogans at the top of their lungs and banged drums and gongs, afraid that being a step too slow would make them seem disloyal.

Hearing this familiar slogan, Ding Chunqiu felt extremely pleased.

To rediscover that feeling of having control over the lives and deaths of others and being revered by thousands.

Just as he was feeling smug, he suddenly realized—something was wrong!

Something's definitely not right!

Why haven't we heard that little bald monk's screams yet?!

He subconsciously looked up and met a pair of calm, even slightly mocking eyes.

Chen Mo looked at Ding Chunqiu quietly, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You... seem quite confident in this technique?!"

what? !

These words were like a thunderclap, completely exploding in Ding Chunqiu's ears!

The sinister smile on his face froze instantly, the color drained from his face, leaving it as white as paper.