Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

"Who else could it be? Of course it's me!"

Before the Taoist priest Taiyin finished speaking, he saw a stream of yellow gas rising up into the sky from the ground beneath his feet. It was so fast that even he couldn't see its trajectory clearly.

Wearing a wide and ill-fitting robe, the proud Sanhua Renshenguo rolled up his sleeves and bowed to the sun and the moon:

"Qi Sanhua, the eldest disciple of Master Hunyuan Wanfa, is here to pay his respects."

Taiyin looked at the three-flowered ginseng fruit in front of him with a confused look on his face, which had transformed into a Taoist robe and claimed to be Qi Xiu's disciple. Taiyin and Taiyang looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Little Fatty, what did you just say?

Have I accepted you as my disciple?

Qi Sanhua?

What an ugly name."

Facing Taiyin's series of questions and sneers, Qi Sanhua snorted, smoothed her pigtails, and rolled up her sleeves in a serious manner:

“Qi Xiu is my godfather now. He said that as long as I can survive the catastrophe of the divine medicine, he will accept me as his last disciple.

My name is ugly?

That's because you have no taste!"

Looking at Qi Sanhua who was imitating Qi Xiu's expressions and movements, Taiyin laughed dumbly: "Are you sure you can survive the catastrophe of the magic medicine, you little fat boy?

Don’t let a thunderbolt turn you into a braised ginseng fruit.”

The catastrophe of miracle medicine.

This is the calamity that the spiritual creatures of heaven and earth must face to acquire the power of the Dao body realm.

In terms of difficulty, it is almost the same as the great calamity of achieving enlightenment and becoming a powerful Taoist body.

The three-flowered ginseng fruit is the spiritual root of heaven and earth.

However, due to Duke Wei's previous deliberate suppression and the special environment of the Southern Ming Wilderness, he has not been able to survive the catastrophe of the divine medicine.

So although he appears to have strength comparable to that of a Taoist master.

But in essence, he is just an alien with spiritual roots.

If you don’t overcome the great calamity of the divine medicine, there will never be a possibility of making further progress.

“The three-flowered ginseng fruit is an ancient divine medicine. If one can survive the divine medicine catastrophe, his strength will probably leap to the top level of a great Daoist body.

Although this little ginseng fruit has a bad temper, he has followed Duke Wei for more than ten thousand years and has learned a lot from him. His methods should not be underestimated.

Just relying on his "Xiantian Earth Movement Method", I'm afraid no one in the world can match him.

I asked him to come here, I am afraid that all arrangements have been made."

When Taoist Taiyang spoke, Taiyin nodded. Since the master had sent Qi Sanhua here, everything must have been arranged properly.

"fatty……"

"Call me Qi Sanhua!"

"Okay, okay, Qi Sanhua, I asked you to come here. Did I tell you anything?" Looking at the little ginseng fruit who was correcting him with a serious face, Taiyin smiled and said softly.

"Of course there are instructions."

Slightly raising her fair double chin, Qi Sanhua reached into her sleeves and took out a golden, round...

soy!

"This is..." His pupils shrank as he stared at the soybeans in Qi Sanhua's hand. Taiyin raised his eyebrows:

"Fatty, are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding you. I'm just throwing beans to make soldiers."

Seeing the extraordinary features of the soybean in Qi Sanhua's hand, Taoist Taiyang snapped his fingers and sent out a stream of energy, which landed on the soybean that looked like it was made of gold.

boom!

In an instant, golden light spread everywhere.

A tall figure rushed out of the soybean, crushing the void, his domineering physique shook the sky, and he punched out like a meteorite falling from the sky, forming an endless and terrifying shock wave, which seemed to blow up everything within a thousand miles.

boom!

He raised his hand and caught the punch from the domineering figure. The Taoist Taiyang's clothes were slightly raised, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes:

“Yes, this punch already has the destructive power of a martial artist at the Dao Body level.

This master's technique of turning beans into soldiers has made another breakthrough."

Hearing Taoist Taiyang's comments, Taiyin also became interested. He took a step forward and flashed in front of the yellow-turbaned strongman.

"Tsk, it's true, the aura of the body is boiling and fiery.

Although they are not as powerful as the real Taoist body, if there are more of them and they rush forward together, they may be able to kill the master with a random punch.

It is worthy of being the secret technique recorded in Huang Gongwenshu.

I used the White Bone Xuanyin Banner and the skeletons of millions of corpses to refine eighteen White Bone Arhats.

The yellow beans that I casually refine can be transformed into such a strong man.

It is true that if you compare yourself with others, you will die, and if you compare goods with others, you will throw them away. "

Realizing the strength of the Yellow Turban warrior in front of him, Taiyin couldn't help but marvel at it.

"Sanhua, how many soybeans did you bring?"

Having vaguely guessed the purpose of the master asking Qi Sanhua to come, Taoist Taiyang asked.

"not much."

With a chuckle, Qi Sanhua took out a palm-sized cloth bag embroidered with gold cloud patterns from his sleeve. He shook it gently, and a rustling sound came out from inside.

"About 3,000 or so."

"More than three thousand... wow."

Even though Taiyin was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but twitch his eyes when he heard the number.

There are more than three thousand Yellow Turban warriors with combat power comparable to that of the Dao Body Realm.

Such a huge force, if placed in the Tianyuan world, is enough to overthrow a medium-sized wealthy family, and it can be pushed down without any pressure!

When the Ten Thousand Mountains invaded the Yunnan and Sichuan provinces, they only sent five demon kings in the Dao Body realm to settle in Shenchou Ridge.

Although this yellow-turbaned warrior is not as good as the real Taoist master.

But if the number increases, it will be enough to make Daoshen Zhenjun change his face.

Can't beat one on one.

What about ten to one, one hundred to one, or one thousand to one?

It can be said that Qi Xiu has the capital to intimidate all forces except the ancient great sects and powerful families just by relying on the secret technique of turning beans into soldiers.

After all, no one wants to offend a terrifying existence who can come to your door without saying a word and summon three thousand Yellow Turban warriors with his hand.

"My method is unique even in the Tianyuan world." After being amazed, Taiyin said with a grin.

“The secret techniques recorded in Mr. Huang’s memorials have been around for a long time, and many ancient religious sects have collected them.

However, the techniques recorded in the texts are all bizarre and difficult to understand. They are extremely difficult to practice and have little effect.

Some monks who tried to practice found that the effect was not good, so they gradually gave up.

Even Yuanshen Zhenzun probably felt bored with the techniques recorded in it.

He was able to cultivate the secret techniques in Huang Gongwenshu to such a level.

In this world today, there is only this deity. "

After seeing the strength of the Yellow Turban Warriors, Taoist Sun also had a general understanding of the next actions.

"Sanhua, besides this Yellow Turban Warrior, do I have any other instructions?"

"Yes, Godfather said that after the fight, pay more attention to the sky."

"Pay more attention to the sky?"

With a hint of doubt in his eyes, Taiyin asked curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"My godfather didn't explain in detail. He just said that we will know when the time comes." Shaking his head, Qi Sanhua also said that he didn't know the specific details.

"In that case, let's go now before it gets too late."

Looking far to the southeast, Taoist Sun narrowed his eyes slightly. His extremely strong physique made his innate intuition extremely sensitive, even comparable to the warnings of his original deity's humanitarian merits.

Ever since Qi Sanhua arrived, he felt a little depressed.

And as time goes by.

This feeling of uneasiness and depression is still deepening...

……

"waste!"

With a wave of his hand, he crushed hundreds of God-born people in front of him into a pile of meat. The spilled blood soaked a large area of ​​land. The Drunken Master had a gloomy face. He raised the thigh in his hand that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside and took a big bite.

"You can't even catch a bunch of rats that can only dig holes everywhere. What's the point of having you?"

The roots of the demon lotus were severely damaged by the Qingming people, and even the demon lotus itself was affected.

Unfortunately, all the lords of the four domains were killed, and no replacements could be chosen in a short period of time.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhao Siji had no choice but to ask Master Jiurou to gather the remaining divine species to search for and kill those Qingming people who had destroyed the roots of the demon lotus, at least to prevent the situation of the demon lotus from continuing to deteriorate.

Although the monk seemed uninterested in this assignment, he was actually extremely excited.

After all, compared to the other four people who came to garrison in the Blood Lotus World.

Zhao Siji is Zhao Baiye's younger brother and his status is completely above them.

Wu Pingchuan was Zhao Baiye's confidant, Concubine Yu was Zhao Siji's mistress, and the only remaining knife sharpener was also specially recruited by Zhao Baiye.

In comparison, he is at the bottom of the five in terms of status and strength.

Therefore, on weekdays, the four people's attitude towards him cannot be said to be normal, it can only be said to be indifferent.

In addition, he had some minor quirks that were not very presentable, which made the four of them secretly reject and isolate him.

No matter big or small, he can only listen and drink.

This time, Zhao Siji gave him the task of dealing with the Qingming people. Although it was troublesome and tedious, it also gave him rare autonomy and power.

How could he not feel a little excited.

“Reporting to the Zen Master, each of those clear-minded people is protected by a statue made of bones. They are extremely powerful and have keen perception.

If there are too many people, they will be discovered if they get close.

With fewer people, we can’t defeat him at all.

We, we really tried our best.”

Kneeling before the wine-drinking Zen master, a two-faced man explained miserably, hoping to be understood.

However, the wine-drinking Zen master, who had never regarded these two-faced people as equals, just looked at him indifferently, and then a vicious light flashed in his eyes.

boom!

The next moment, the two-faced man who opened his mouth to explain exploded into a ball of blood mist.

"I'll give you another ten days. If you still can't curb the behavior of those rats, I will let you know... what it means to be worse off dead than alive. Hehehe."

With a mouth full of black and yellow teeth, the cold and strange laughter of the Drunken Master echoed between heaven and earth. When the two-faced man kneeling in front of him heard it, he felt his heart tighten, as if someone was holding his heart.

Marks that looked like ferocious demons appeared on the skin involuntarily.

While the Drunken Master was cursing these two-faced men unscrupulously, a black wind covered by fog still quietly came to the top of a hill not far away.

Using the Misty Sky Mist Array to obscure all auras, Taiyin sat cross-legged on the black wind, with his hands clasped together to form the Taiyin Yin Seal in the shape of a triangle!

【Tayin Wuji Dao】

His eyes suddenly turned pitch black, and Taiyin looked towards the wine and meat Zen master not far away.

"You are so brave, and you dare to come out alone. You deserve to be taken first."

The words have not yet been spoken!

The Drunken Master in the distance suddenly felt a great sense of crisis, his face changed drastically, before he could use any self-protection measures or magic weapons.

A dead white color that seemed to wipe out everything in the world suddenly descended upon him like a raging fire.

"Who?!"

In just a moment, half of the body of the Drunken Master was wiped out by the deathly white color. He roared in shock and anger, and the void behind him rumbled and shook. A red-headed evil Rakshasa with four heads and eight arms, wearing a black cassock, with an expression of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness on his face, and holding eight seals of birth, old age, sickness, death, failure to obtain what one desires, meeting with enemies and those one hates, separation from loved ones, and the five aggregates, suddenly appeared.

The Red Evil Rakshasa suddenly appeared, with four faces chanting the Great Evil Sutra at the same time. Lines of dark mantras that seemed to have substance spread in the void, instantly sealing off an area of ​​ten thousand miles and turning it into a terrifying demon country!

The devil's kingdom has arrived, and the air is filled with mottled light and shadows.

He simply discarded the body below the head, and with a gloomy face, the Drunken Master activated his cultivation to restore his body.

"Now that you're here, what kind of hero are you if you hide your head and show your tail?"

He shouted loudly, the wine-and-meat Zen master's face looked furious, but he was secretly alert in his heart.

Could it be that the True Lord Hunyuan Wanfa has come?

Ever since he learned that Wu Pingchuan died at the hands of that True Lord, Master Jiurou felt a little bit of fear in his heart.

Being suddenly attacked at this moment, he couldn't help but wonder if that True Lord had come.

Silently pinching his fingers to instruct the Drunken Master, he wanted to notify Zhao Siji and the other two to come to the rescue.

But on a hill not far away, a thick fog suddenly rose and swept across the entire sky and earth in an instant.

The communication light that had just lit up on the Zen Master Jiurou's fingers was directly extinguished under the magical influence of the Misty Sky Array.

"Old monk, judging from your methods, you must be a disciple of the Demon Buddha Temple."

Stepping on the black wind, Taiyin walked out slowly, and behind him there was a void filled with shadows of people.

"You are... the True Lord of All Laws?"

When he saw Taiyin and Qi Xiu’s faces were exactly the same, Master Jiurou was startled at first and instinctively wanted to run away.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

The True Lord Hunyuan Wanfa is from the Shenxiao Sect, so why does he have such a cold and demonic aura?

"I guess so, old monk. You haven't answered my question yet. Are you a disciple of the Demon Buddha Temple?"

Staring at the Zen master who loved wine and meat, Taiyin continued to ask the question.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't."

Looking at Taiyin, Master Jiurou became more and more certain that this person was definitely not the True Lord Hunyuan Wanfa, but just looked similar.

"If so, I can then find another charge against Zhao Baiye that he is colluding with the Shiwandashan Mountains."

Taiyin scratched his ears and drooped his eyelids. The looming figure behind him suddenly turned into streaks of blood and whistled out.

The Eight Horizontal Soldiers of the Blood Sea Avenue—the Blood God Son!

After this period of practice, Taiyin's cultivation has improved again, and the number of Blood God Sons he can summon has increased from nine hundred and ninety-nine to one thousand three hundred and thirty-three.

The overwhelming Blood God suddenly rushed towards the Drunken Master. The extremely vicious blood energy made his face change drastically, and he shouted:

"Blood God Son?!"

As a traitor of the Demon Buddha Temple, although the Drunken Master was not well-trained, his more than a thousand years of life were not lived in vain.

The accumulated knowledge was not rare, and he recognized at a glance that the one rushing towards him was the notorious Blood Sea Dao soldier [Blood God Son]!

"Little Taoist, you are quite cruel!"

His body retreated explosively, and the Drunken Master cursed Taiyin in a low voice.

"Haha, even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit, not to mention that the opponent is a great Taoist."

With a faint smile, Taiyin turned and looked behind him.

The fight between Sun and Fatty Qi is about to start.

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