I'm Going to Reveal My True Form

Pastor Xitu nodded slightly.

Nie Hongyao used the incantation of the Longhua God Tree to destroy the Flame Demon Altar and detonate the reincarnation ritual.

Pastor Xitu originally harbored some resentment towards the Longhua lineage, and his previous suggestions were only for the sake of the bigger picture.

After all, India's territory was separated from that country, which had many formidable enemies, by only one mountain, and India had a large population.

Judging from recent news reports, its technology seems to be advancing rapidly, its economy is developing steadily, and its potential is indeed considerable.

He was loyal to his clan and worked diligently, making this suggestion for the sake of his own future and that of the Flame Devil Race.

Unexpectedly, Venerable Master Xiama Ma harbored such deep resentment towards the Longhua lineage.

Since that's the case, the pastor was happy not to bring it up again.

Crack!

Suddenly, a sound like dry firewood splintering and cracking came from the fireplace.

The Grand Master Xiama's expression changed, and he reached into the pile of firewood under his buttocks and pulled out a black snake.

This black snake was the color of charcoal, about two feet long, with a single horn and a single eye.

At that moment, it was that single eye that was flashing, emitting a red light and making a "crackling" sound.

"Someone is using a high-powered detection spell within the town's boundaries."

"We can't even detect this large-scale detection spell ourselves, we have to rely on my Familiar Puppet to remind us," Grand Mage Xiama exclaimed in a shrill voice.

"The caster must have a deep understanding of the spells of my Flame Demon Clan."

"If this is a human, and they dare to send such a person so ostentatiously, they must have ill intentions. Let's retreat!"

He shoveled the chili peppers from the tray into his black coat pocket.

When there were only seventeen chilies left on the tray, he twisted his wrist and changed their direction.

Originally, the gold rim of the tray was facing inwards, but he changed it so that the edge faced outwards, splashing the remaining chili peppers outwards like water.

Sizzle!!

The chili peppers, scorched by the fireplace flames, instantly turned into smoke.

Seventeen ghostly figures, each the size of a thumb, flew out amidst the smoke, passing through walls and moving as fast as bullets.

Inside the small town, there were seventeen figures mingling among the crowd—men, women, young and old, all with ordinary appearances—waiting to watch the game.

Seventeen ghosts flew silently through the gaps in the crowd, landing on them and being caught by their hands, leaving them both surprised and suspicious.

They all recognized these ghostly creatures, no bigger than a thumb, with human-like upper bodies and smoke-like lower bodies, as snacks carefully crafted by the Grand Mage.

The arrival of snacks meant that they should bring their own food and immediately go into the mountains to hide and avoid danger.

Although they didn't know what had happened, the seventeen Flame Devil Race dared not disobey the Grand Mage's orders and took to the air without saying a word.

The surrounding crowd gasped in shock.

Seventeen figures could be seen leaping through the air, their feet treading on black smoke, as they soared away into the distance.

The media present were well-informed and immediately raised their cameras, wanting to capture the scene.

Buzz!!!

Unexpectedly, an invisible wave suddenly rippled outwards, and all the photography equipment emitted black smoke.

Those watching with their naked eyes clearly saw what happened in that instant.

As the seventeen figures leaped through the air...

A streak of silver light suddenly flashed by.

The silvery light, like a blazing lightning bolt in the sky, was imprinted on the human retina and lingered for a long time.

The dim light of the early morning seemed to be sliced apart by that sliver of silver light.

Of the seventeen figures, three were pierced by the silver light, and the rest were grazed by it and fell to the ground.

The silver light swirled and followed the ground.

Given its light weight and high speed, and with the powerful control of its Weapon Soul, the silver light could easily take on more than ten Flame Devil Race Clan on its own.

The townspeople could only hear a series of metallic, resonant sounds.

They had never heard such a melodious metallic sound, as if it were reciting poetry.

"A sword flashed through the air and flew away, startling the slumbering dragon of Dongting— "

The poems, composed of metallic sounds, were incomprehensible to the locals.

If everyone here were to listen to the music, they would likely be able to tell that the pronunciation is a bit off and the emotion conveyed is not quite right.

Like an excited child singing loudly.

at the same time.

Pastor Xitu had already left the house, intending to take advantage of the early morning light to hide deep in the mountains and forests.

The route he chose led to a tall redwood forest.

The trunk is so thick that if a piece were cut off, it could almost be used as a tabletop, demonstrating how robust the tree trunk is.

Those redwoods that haven't been felled yet are thirty or forty meters tall.

There are gaps between the trees, with straight trunks and sparse branches, like pillars reaching straight into the sky.

These trees grow very quickly, have a strong ability to absorb water and fertilizer, and it is difficult for other trees to survive around their roots, making them a good economic tree species.

However, because they grow so tall, they are prone to being struck by lightning and causing fires during thunderstorms, making them an important source of income for loggers.

As the pastor was about to walk through the woods, he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye a flash of light behind a large tree a few dozen meters to his right.

He threw a punch casually, and it flew out like a cannonball, instantly shattering his upper garment with the force of his own punch.

Boom!!!

Fists collided with fists, producing a deafening roar that cracked the bark of several nearby trees.

Jon's sudden punch was effortlessly intercepted by his opponent, leaving him greatly shocked.

"It's one thing to be unable to defeat the infamous Chu Tianshu, or to be outmatched by the rapidly improving Victor."

"How come a random lackey of the Flame Devil Race Clan possesses such formidable strength?"

Jon had been feeling a bit stifled lately, so he rushed over to show off and vent his frustrations. Little did he know, he'd run into another tough opponent.

A doubt inevitably arose in his mind.

"Could it be that I'm really like a frog in a well, with a limited perspective?"

A sudden thought struck him, but his punches became even more furious, fierce, and urgent.

Clang clang clang clang!!!

These redwoods are truly blessed.

Having lived all these years without ever hearing music like his labmates, he could only fall tragically amidst the roar of chainsaws.

Now, however, two powerful beings serve them, like two bronze bells weighing hundreds of tons, crashing and colliding here.

Jon was now completely out of control; the long staff he carried on his back had a banner unfurled at the top.

The ghostly spirits within the Soul-Summoning Banner directly empowered his body.

His cultivation level already possessed Taboo power, which allowed his body to also receive such enhancement, thereby increasing the power of his fist techniques.

But his rain of punches was completely blocked by the opponent's fists, which met head-on.

When both sides are unleashing their fastest punches, this situation can occur either because they are exchanging blows, or it can only be that—

The same set of boxing techniques, can't break through the opponent's moves!!

"Occam Truth Fist?"

Jon was thrown back and crashed into a redwood tree.

The tree exploded with a loud crash, breaking into five or six sections, all of which collapsed backward.

Jon steadied himself, his face flushed, his body like a giant cauldron, steaming up seven or eight meters high, the white vapor still visible to the naked eye.

"How could you, a fallen priest who sided with demons, have honed the Fist of Truth to such a masterful level?"

Occam Truth Fist was the ultimate martial art of the Roman Catholic Franciscan Order.

This set of boxing techniques is known as "avoiding unnecessary additions to the body." The moves are extremely simple, with energy flowing from the heart and punches delivered directly. The more you practice, the purer and more direct your movements become.

When Occam, the founder of this style of boxing, reached the pinnacle of his skill, he opposed the secularization of church power and the excessive incorporation of money and other elements into the church.

The Pope convened a general assembly, declaring him a heretic.

He denounced "His Holiness the Pope's rebellion," claiming that the Pope was the heretic and should abdicate.

Straightforwardness and integrity truly solidified the philosophy of this boxing style into an important artistic conception for the continuation and development of Roman martial arts.

Although due to the circumstances of the time, Occam himself was not able to enter the Taboo realm.

However, the upper limit of this boxing style is actually very high. When combined with ancient martial arts techniques as internal energy, it is possible to break into realms beyond the Taboo.

Jon practiced this set of boxing techniques and was always proud of his mastery of it.

He never expected that the fallen priest he had encountered today would be able to wield this set of boxing techniques with such mastery.

At this moment, Pastor Xitu stood upright like a polar bear, his arms billowing with smoke, and his chest heaved noticeably.

The same punching technique, but the priest held back his strength when he struck, in case of unforeseen circumstances.

Unexpectedly, the person opposite him had a sinister face, but his attacks were like those of a reckless fool. He unleashed over a hundred punches, each one powerful and forceful, even channeling the yin energy of the banner through his heart, ignoring the pressure on his heart palace.

It's as if this guy never even considered the possibility of needing to conserve his strength for a retreat.

In this way, although the priest was clearly superior to his opponent, he still suffered a slight loss.

"Ha, ha, do you think I'm just an ordinary pastor? Back when Hitler occupied Poland, I studied in church with the 264th Pope. My knowledge of Catholic scriptures far surpasses yours."

"My dialectical reflection on ' Occam Truth Fist ' is definitely deeper than yours."

Pastor Xitu used vocalizations to regulate his breathing, his muscles swaying as he laughed heartily.

"Therefore, the more I read, the more I understand this principle."

"I'm a born villain, a scoundrel, a bandit, a bad guy!"

"Moreover, humanity has its limits, but my evil has no limits."

"Since it's about following the straight path and having a straightforward heart, what's so strange about me practicing the Truth Fist and becoming a Spirit Realm being?"

By this time, the pastor had finished his meditation, and the thick smoke on his arms had completely dissipated.

Jon was still radiating heat like a boiler, and he was panting heavily.

The varying heights are clearly distinguishable at a glance.

Just as the pastor was about to seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow, he suddenly felt his heart tighten, and his azure eyes involuntarily began to turn, transforming into a golden-red hue.

His gaze turned to the left front.

There was a figure there, retreating step by step.

He was an old man with white hair and a black robe, his left hand still tucked into his bulging pocket.

It was none other than the Venerable Master Xiama.

When the two left the house and prepared to retreat into the deep mountains, they acted separately, but remained within each other's sight and hearing, able to look out for one another.

The Venerable Master Xiama didn't come to help earlier, but now he's walking backwards, step by step, which is truly baffling.

Pastor Xitu said in a deep voice, "Mage, you—"

"Don't speak!"

The Grand Master's voice grew increasingly shrill, yet it carried a sense of self-suppression.

"Don't talk to me. I think I can see a blue moon in my eyes right now, witnessing the waxing and waning of the moon. The eerie aura is extremely strong, surging wildly—"

The old man's voice was so shrill it was almost inhuman.

"I'm about to reveal my true form!!"

The pastor, puzzled, frowned and said in a deep voice, "Then show it to us."

"No."

The archmage trembled, took a deep breath, and violently calmed down.

The entire redwood forest fell silent, even the chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves; for a moment, all was still.

"There's someone walking this way step by step. I have a feeling that revealing my true form in front of him would be like exposing my Achilles' heel."

The voice of the Grand Master Xiama was also very calm, like a straight line, and his gaze was fixed straight ahead.

A redwood tree, roots and all, was forcibly moved to the left, its roots making muffled popping sounds.

It was as if a massive aura was pushing the trees aside.

The tree didn't break, but it made way, much like a door that moved to the side.

Chu Tianshu appeared behind the door, his eyes gleaming, a sheath hanging from his waist, as he strode forward.

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