A Penglai Sword Slays the Demonic Archfiend

The Monk Qingsheng and Master Wubei did not arrive in their physical bodies, but rather in their Spirit Body forms, arriving suddenly.

Most of these native beings who strayed into the Demonic Dao and cultivated into Evil Spirit did not abandon their physical bodies.

Firstly, their physical bodies are already excellent tools for cultivation, veritable treasures for navigating the world. Losing them would affect their progress and potential in cultivation.

Secondly, their physical bodies also represent a portion of their combat power. If they appear in Spirit Body form, they cannot convert this portion of their combat power and have it carried away by the Spirit Body.

However, ever since the Monk Qingsheng touched upon the existence of the Eighth Consciousness Realm and guided Wubei, he also stepped into that strange world.

The two of them were already able to temporarily transfer all their physical essence to their Spirit Body, allowing them to wield combat power that combined their physical and spiritual strength in a more agile and unpredictable manner.

The two seized the perfect moment to strike, and their method of attack was also extraordinary.

Their left hands were already in a mudra, placed in front of their abdomens, the movements identical; their right hands, like mirrors, flipped outwards.

There was no explicit movement of extending an arm or hand; simply by flipping the palm, a beam of Buddha's light emanated from each palm.

The beam of light, though golden, also carried a hazy, grayish quality, as if the Buddha's light contained countless tiny black dots invisible to the naked eye.

In that instant, Xiao Liang's divine sword retracted and flashed.

Like a laser beam, the gleaming white sword suddenly appeared behind Chu Tianshu's head, blocking the beam of Buddhist light emitted by the tall and Wubei Wu Bei.

The beam of Buddhist light emitted by Qingsheng struck Chu Tianshu on the back.

"Drink!!"

Chu Tianshu roared and threw a punch straight out with his right hand. His whole body moved with the punch, and the rigid side of his spirit was fully unleashed.

Hou Tianyuan's corpse was struck by the overwhelming force of the Kun transforming into a Peng, Raging Waves Split the Shore.

Like a bubble, it suddenly expanded and then burst.

There wasn't even a brightly colored Fog City; it exploded into powder in an instant, scattering at high speed.

What remains in human vision appears to be only scattered black dots.

Dugu Jue and Xiao Zhenru, who were already standing behind Hou Tianyuan's corpse, were unable to stop him this time either.

Chu Tianshu pressed on and passed between the two of them in one go.

It was like a raging ocean current that squeezed out from between two exceptionally large warships.

For a moment, Xiao Zhenru wondered if she hadn't fought anyone in years and had been so intimidated by the imposing presence that she had backed away too far.

Dugu Jue, understood perfectly well.

Although the two of them did move slightly to the sides, the gap was not large enough for Chu Tianshu to pass through anyway.

It was because when Chu Tianshu launched the attack, his body seemed to be stretched by his own power, becoming narrower and flatter.

Only then did he manage to slip through the gap, avoiding a prolonged confrontation with Dugu Jue and the other two.

This also means that they managed to escape from the encirclement of four powerful enemies.

We can't let him catch his breath!

Dugu Jue reacted quickly and was already trying to turn around.

The beam of Buddha's light emanating from Monk Qingsheng seemed to be directly following Chu Tianshu's retreating figure.

Xiao Zhenru and Wubei's response was by no means slow.

Xiao Liang then unleashed another sword strike.

It is said to resemble a single sword, but in reality, it consists of four sword beams.

White, blue, red, and yellow—four people in total.

Facing the white sword light, Monk Qingsheng felt only desolation and the absurdity Human World the world, and thought it better to go with the wind and flow with the rain.

I suddenly feel weary of this battle, I give up, and I might as well leave!

Wubei was illuminated by the blue light, he suddenly realized that a poisonous spider was perched at the top of the blue light.

The blue light reflected off the surface of the sea like ripples, and the spider, riding on the light, was about to crawl onto its face, tear open its seven orifices, and seize control of its mind.

Xiao Zhenru seemed to see the most profound Buddhist principles in the red light, and to see the true nature of reality in the fire!

Dugu Jue saw the yellow light and reached out to block it.

But it seemed that a wisp of smoke, lighter than light, pierced through his palm and landed on his lapel.

The aftershocks of the clash between the four sword lights and the four masters only then began to erupt.

With a deafening roar, the air in that small area was almost completely expelled.

Then, air currents surged back from all directions, creating a series of thunderous booms.

Even the lighter pieces of roof tiles were tossed and tumbled about by the airflow.

Their robes fluttered wildly, and they seemed unsteady on their feet.

Qingsheng looked surprised and took a half step back.

On Wubei's hands, there were many spiderweb-like wounds. On Xiao Zhenru's palm, there was a bright red wound.

Dugu Jue had no injuries on his hands, yet he always suspected they were; this was a sign of emotional distress.

Flying Rain Sword, Hidden Spider Sword, Burning Wood Saber, Flying Smoke Divine Spear!

Just a fleeting moment ago, Xiao Liang unleashed four ultimate techniques refined from the "Penglai General Principles".

The White Snake Divine Sword pointed diagonally at the ground from his hand, and his wide sleeves covered the back of his hand, obscuring it completely.

His gaze was detached, his aura chilling, and his eyes did not look at the four powerful enemies, but only at his own sword.

It seemed that his sword still held the power to deliver a devastating blow, a strike that required utmost effort.

Compared to the previous offensive, this final blow, if it were to be delivered, could only be withstood by a single person.

But after retreating half a step, Qingsheng advanced, heading towards Xiao Liang!

This process was as if no thought had been involved at all.

The way of Heaven is like a calm lake; the moment someone presses down on the surface, the surface will eventually bounce back up.

He is clearly the leader of the world's number one sect, and an unparalleled master of the Demonic Dao.

When the Monk Qingsheng made his move, one could not sense any superfluous desires; he was like a true Buddha, serene and emotionless, yet able to see one's true nature.

In a flash, Xiao Liang had no choice but to draw his sword.

This movement immediately alerted others that something was amiss.

Beneath the sleeve, Xiao Liang's sword-wielding hand, except for his thumb, had four fingers split into four different colors.

The cracks on each finger were so deep that the bone was visible.

Suddenly, Qingsheng spun around with his sleeve, turned away from Xiao Liang, and flew towards Chu Tianshu.

The old man didn't utter a single word throughout, but he managed to bring the other three back to their senses in the shortest amount of time.

Without wasting any time, the three of them attacked together, intercepting and killing Xiao Liang.

Xiao Liang didn't even have time to switch to his left hand; he could only let out a long sigh.

As he exhaled, his longsword moved with the gentleness of flying rain, the bleakness of autumn wind, and the coolness of a thousand hairs, shaking Mount Tai amidst the misty waves.

This is not a terrifying ultimate technique; it's just an ordinary Flying Rain Sword.

But in his hands, the Flying Rain Sword blended gentleness and heaviness, elegance and desolation, into a wisp of smoke that flowed throughout the martial world.

Xiao Liang actually managed to neutralize the power of the enemy's first round of attacks.

Judging by this, he can withstand at least four more rounds of attacks.

But Xiao Liang couldn't break out, nor could he stop Qingsheng.

Where is Chu Tianshu?

From the moment he broke through the encirclement, Chu Tianshu was taking a deep breath.

With that charge, he covered more than thirty feet, then suddenly turned around to face the battlefield, inhaling even more fiercely.

He was struck in the back, but there were no visible injuries on his back. However, his ribs were fractured and displaced, and both lungs were damaged.

Especially his chest.

His clothes were torn at the chest, and his skin and flesh seemed to crack like lava, emitting a red glow from within, through which one could faintly see his beating heart.

The crack in the heart is the source of the red light.

As he inhaled, the hidden tear in his heart seemed to be healing rapidly, but the wound on his chest became even more noticeable.

That's also an injury caused by severing meridians, and it shouldn't be underestimated.

Fortunately, Xiao Liang stopped the four people for a moment.

Without hesitation, Chu Tianshu reached out and grabbed a large clump of his hair, tearing it off.

During the fierce battle, his long hair, which was originally disheveled and draped over his shoulders, was now half-shortened on the right side.

He pressed that large clump of hair to his chest, his hands flashing and moving in front of his chest like afterimages, weaving and stitching, mending and patching.

Using the power of their fingertips to pull on the strands of hair, they miraculously sewed his chest shut with the hair.

"What kind of medical skill is this?!"

Qingsheng flew in at that moment and was startled to see this scene. His heart skipped a beat.

Chu Tianshu was in so much pain that he was clenching his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot. When he saw him coming, he didn't think twice and chopped out with a hand chop.

The gray-black crescent-shaped blade energy, as soon as it left the palm, vanished into nothingness, only to vanish again in front of Qingsheng.

The illusion and reality shifted in an instant, a flicker.

It looked as if it had broken through spatial limitations and suddenly attacked the enemy.

The Heavenly Heart Sorrowful Demon Slash and Chu Tianshu's current state of mind are a match made in heaven.

Qingsheng grabbed it casually.

The blade energy was like a piece of weathered, broken glass; the moment it touched him, it shattered into powder.

Chu Tianshu stomped his foot and charged in front of him, throwing a punch. Behind him, a ring of energy was blooming.

Qingsheng made no attempt to hide his intentions, unleashing a powerful, swirling strike with both hands.

His hands were as thin as chicken claws, and his fingers were usually shrunken. But when he opened them up, it was discovered that although each finger was skin and bones, the area of his entire palm was still quite large.

With a series of changes in his hands, he unleashed hundreds of strange and malevolent palm strikes, clashing with Chu Tianshu's fists and palms.

As the two clashed, a large halo of Sanskrit characters appeared in the air.

Eight Sanskrit characters, each the size of a human head, swirled around the area where the two were exchanging blows.

The highest level of rebirth, the Eight Great Dharma Seals!

Cleanse the flesh, cleanse the blood, cleanse the bones, cleanse the brain.

Seal off the land, seal off the water, seal off the fire, seal off the knowledge!

These eight mudras are infinitely profound and are secret techniques that can only be learned at Celebration of the Sage Temple after one has cultivated to the Seventh Manas Consciousness).

The Seventh Manas Consciousness, can discover that humans are composed of countless tiny, round-like insects. These tiny insects can be beneficial or harmful, have the ability to reproduce, and also have the effect of devouring each other.

The Eight Great Seals can eliminate pests and cure diseases, but they can also kill life.

For self-cultivation, it involves purifying oneself and then introducing unique external forces one by one, sealing them within, and nurturing one's soul and consciousness.

When used to kill enemies, the eight hand seals can be combined in countless ways, creating endless mysteries.

Under the influence of these Sanskrit chants, Chu Tianshu felt as if the blood in his chest was about to boil and then freeze.

While other areas could still be treated, the chest was the most affected.

Qingsheng was also filled with dread.

Although the previous attack didn't kill Chu Tianshu, it should have created a fatal flaw. Who knew that the opponent also had this strange medical skill!

Suturing the skin and flesh together is secondary.

Crucially, Chu Tianshu's hair had also stitched up his injured meridians, ensuring the meridians were reconnected perfectly without the slightest deviation.

Moreover, the hair strands sewn between the meridians should have been an obstacle, but his hair seemed to have an excellent ability to transmit his own power.

Having just suffered serious injuries, he's putting up a fierce fight and isn't at a disadvantage.

Let's just keep at it!

Qingsheng let out a long sigh, his movements slowing slightly, yet each palm strike encompassed a larger area.

Putting aside how long Xiao Liang can hold out, and how long he can stall those three.

Qingsheng himself was known for his endurance, and Chu Tianshu was ultimately injured.

I refuse to believe we can't wear him down!

Chu Tianshu had also used exquisite hand seals to fight against him, but he probably realized that dragging things out for too long would be disadvantageous, so his fierce and explosive temperament suddenly subsided and became more restrained.

A few sparse white hairs on Qingsheng's brow trembled as he realized that amidst the chaotic afterimages of fists and palms, a hand chop had suddenly reached his forehead.

He raised his left hand, his wrist twisting rapidly, creating a lotus-like afterimage with a single hand.

The afterimages of individual fingers resembled petals of varying lengths.

Chu Tianshu's blade was forcefully blocked by this flower-shaped mark.

Neither pain nor the Saber Intent could break the self-contained cycle of the Demonic Dao lotus.

But with a sudden change in hand, and a flick of the wrist, the sword-like finger pointed towards the flower root.

A wisp of fiery red Sword Intent sliced directly towards Qingsheng's left wrist.

Qingsheng suddenly retreated.

His Eight Great Dharma Seals, in their various combinations, should all be performed with both hands.

But after he transformed into Evil Spirit, he didn't really care, allowing an extra hand to grow from his wrist.

The lotus flower in one hand that we just saw, which seemed to be a blur, was actually an extension of the finger.

However, if you were to grow extra arms, it would actually become cumbersome.

That fiery red Sword Intent, aimed at his wrist, was precisely where his vitals lay.

Chu Tianshu strode through the air, his swordsmanship techniques shifting endlessly and changing without any discernible pattern.

Even when swordsmanship is taken individually, it cannot surpass Chu Tianshu's previous hand seals. The two techniques also have their own unique paths and cannot be truly combined.

However, the knife technique was very similar to that of Demonic Dao, while the sword technique seemed to be specifically designed to counter demonic Demonic Dao.

For a time, although it couldn't hurt Qingsheng, it forced him to move repeatedly.

Above the sky, only Chu Tianshu's afterimage could be seen, like a long dragon coiling and winding.

When Qingsheng twirls his hands, it resembles a hundred-armed statue, with flowers blooming everywhere on his hands.

Under the dim light, in the dilapidated town.

It was as if a divine dragon was snatching a pearl, soaring into the sky and then crashing down on the ruins.

Although Qingsheng is Evil Spirit, in order to contend with Chu Tianshu, he had to forcefully step on a ball of primordial energy to gain strength every time he landed, and the primordial energy was like a lotus flower.

In the blink of an eye, he descended from the sky, almost stepping into the ruins.

When the primordial lotus blooms, it is only about half a foot away from the broken, collapsed roof and the leaning beam pointing to the sky.

As soon as the flower bloomed, his foot started to hurt.

BOOM!!

Amidst the ruins, a golden hand emerged as the vital energy was trampled into a lotus flower.

It was like a hand made of brass, with fingers like a sword, deeply embedded in the sole of his foot, protruding from the instep.

"Who!"

Qingsheng felt a sharp pain on his face, raised his arms, and with all his might, slammed his body down.

Although he didn't know who had attacked him, he could tell that the person who attacked him was ultimately not as strong as Chu Tianshu.

In that instant, the best option was to crush and blast the thing below.

Boom!!!

The ruins shattered instantly, the ground within a radius of several dozen feet sank downwards, and turbid air currents spread outwards.

Qingsheng successfully shattered the object hidden in the ruins.

But a thin shadow brushed past his face and suddenly shot into the sky.

Monk Qingsheng involuntarily looked up.

Chu Tianshu just happened to catch that thin shadow, and with a flick of his wrist, a three-foot-long silver-white sword extended from his hand.

The real, physical sword was still at his waist.

But the sword in his hand was dazzling at that moment.

The silhouette of an extraordinary swordsman appears on the sword, capable of transforming everything in an instant.

From hilt to tip, it's done in a flash.

Chu Tianshu's soul left his body, carrying the Sword Soul, and flew towards him.

The Monk Qingsheng's eyes were wide open, and the few remaining white hairs on his eyebrows and chin were taut.

He saw everything around him slowing down.

A sense of time!

Someone interfered with his sense of time, but that's nothing.

Even Demonic Dao can adjust their sense of time; they might not be unable to keep up with the speed of this sword strike.

However, he also saw all the debris floating in the ruins he had just blasted apart.

Whether it's wood, tiles, or stones.

These things, in a static state, slowly turned into ashes.

It was as if a layer of red light was slowly sweeping from one end of the numerous objects to the other, and after it finished sweeping, these things became ashes.

That is actually the energy of heaven and earth contained within the object, which was ignited and then drawn away.

Within a radius of twenty zhang, many such patches of ash appeared on the ground, continuously expanding and connecting.

This sword strike was able to draw away the energy of heaven and earth within a twenty-foot radius in one fell swoop, even with the accelerated sense of time.

Even after the injured Monk Qingsheng completed his time adjustment, he was too late to gather such power to fight back.

The Nine-Nine Tribulation Ash Spirit-Shocking Manual...

The ultimate technique, Falling Goose Forgets to Return, Phoenix Nirvana Sword Strike!

Qingsheng raised his hand to clamp down, but was still pierced through the top of his head by a sword, disintegrating inch by inch from head to toe.

"You're even better at sneak attacks than I am..."

The Evil Spirit's last words collapsed amidst the sound of a fiery explosion.

What is meant by a sneak attack?

"Sanqi was originally my sword, this should be called... Sword Control Technique!"

Chu Tianshu's soul, with its bloodshot eyes and flamboyant will, spun in the flames, carrying the flames formed by the burning Evil Spirit, and transformed into a long red rainbow that shot towards Xiao Zhenru.

Man and sword become one, wielding the sword to slay demons!

(End of this chapter)