Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chu Pingsheng: "..."

Seeing that his opponent remained silent, the dark red figure in the blood pool became more solid. He raised his arm slightly, and the hand covered with the power of the believers pointed at Chu Pingsheng's chest: "Everything is for the witch god."

"A last-ditch effort?"

A soft voice responded.

Salun Agu, who guided the power of believers and merged with the Blood Prison of the Witch God, saw the figure that was supposed to be in a state of confinement shake, and two identical monks merged into one. The suppressed and constantly diminishing sword energy surged, the blood pool shook violently, and the confinement force quickly loosened.

Thousands of sword energies burst out, and the Blood Prison of the Witch God was divided and strangled. Even if Salen Agu used all his strength to call upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he could not prevent the collapse of the confinement.

"The first-class great wizard is said to have an immortal soul, which can be integrated into the heaven and earth. I wonder if my Heavenly Sword can cut through the heaven and earth?"

The blood light surrounding Chu Pingsheng collapsed, the ice and snow on his body melted in the dark red veins, and a sword realm only two meters wide drew Saren Agu in reverse.

"Since you want the evil spirit in my body, I will be generous and give it to you."

This time it was Chu Pingsheng's turn to cover the Seven Deadly Shadowless Evils with his fingers and counterattack Salun Agu.

All the blood and energy along the way disappeared, and the evil spirit gushed out and injected into the body of the great wizard.

Saren Agu was imprisoned by the sword world, unable to communicate with heaven and earth. He could only watch the evil spirit enter his body, and then the sword world disappeared.

He struggled to hold on, uttering a few obscure spells, and tapped his shoulders, chest, and perineum with his fingers. The Blood Prison of the Witch God, which had collapsed but not disappeared, suddenly collapsed inwards and turned into a tiny ball that entered Saren Agu's body.

The strongest man of the Wushen Cult, who was wearing a sheepskin coat and linen shoes, threw out a magical weapon in the shape of a round bead and detonated it. The extremely compressed spiritual power of heaven and earth turned into a huge tide that blocked the sword group. He then threw out the Wushen Cult's wind-controlling boat, and both he and the boat turned into a long rainbow and fled eastward.

"Destroyed the Mountain and Sea Pearl... quite decisive."

In the world of Snow Blade, the fairyland led by Emperor Yan is based on the luck accumulated over tens of millions of years. Even the power of the Thunder Pool and the Nine Heavens Sky Formation could not destroy him. How much more is the Blood Prison of the Witch God constructed by the power of the believers of the Three Kingdoms under the rule of the Witch God Cult and the spiritual power of half a state.

Of course, Saren Agu's original intention was not to kill him, but to collect the Seven Deadly Shadowless Evils and then use him to perform a soul sacrifice ceremony to help the witch god escape.

Chu Pingsheng waved his hand to disperse the spiritual energy tide spreading from the explosion of the Shanhai Pearl, which was ranked first among the twelve magic instruments of the Wushen Sect. After thinking for a moment, he split his body into two, one going to the south and the other to the north.

The battle between the Dragon Elephant Great Ming King and the demonized Vajra Angry Dharma Image caused the Chuzhou City to be destroyed and reduced to ruins. The power of the descending blood pool would turn half of the city into dust, forming a huge impact crater.

The King of Zhenbei and the Kui tribe army below retreated step by step, not daring to move forward, until the sword energy burst out, the blood pool disappeared, and Saren Agu released the wind boat to escape to the east. The King of Zhenbei realized that the situation on the battlefield had changed, and he made a prompt decision to flee to the west.

A fourth-grade warrior can glide short distances, and a third-grade warrior can fly horizontally using the energy of his qi. No matter how fast his reactions are or how much strength he exerts, he can never match the sword-wielding technique.

"King of Zhenbei, where are you going?"

The sword flashes with light and the rainbow is dazzling.

King Zhenbei roared, picked up his sword and swept it across, wielding a mountain-shaking sword energy. Unexpectedly, the two sleeves of Qinglong easily shattered his sword energy, one blow sent the big sword flying, and the other pierced his right hand, causing blood to splatter and flesh and bones to blur.

King Zhenbei's energy was completely drained, and his body fell down. A man with a face similar to that of a monk, but not bald, and with long flowing hair approached him. A strong wind gathered, mixed with several sword energies, and a palm print hit his chest.

puff!
King Zhenbei spurted blood from his mouth, and the blood hit the ground like a meteor, sinking three feet into the ground.

He, who possessed an immortal body, only lasted two moves before he was completely defeated.

This was not surprising, as even a first-rank wizard who had carefully arranged the formation could not return without success, let alone a third-rank warrior like him.

"I am the King of Zhenbei, the emperor's younger brother, you can't kill me."

In the perception of ordinary people, a third-grade warrior has an immortal body. If his limbs are broken, they can be regenerated. If his head is lost, he can be reattached and live again. But it is obvious that facing a strong man who can defeat a first-grade wizard, the immortality of a third-grade warrior is nothing but a self-consolation.

"I... am Lin'an and Huaiqing's uncle."

Chu Pingsheng grabbed the Zhenbei King's neck and lifted him up into the air: "Of course I won't kill you, at least not now."

With a wave of his left hand, nine nails emitting a faint Buddhist light appeared behind him.

puff puff puff...

There were nine consecutive muffled sounds as the nails penetrated into the body. All the blood and energy in King Zhenbei's body dissipated, and he was no longer heroic. Chu Pingsheng threw him on the grass beside him like a dead dog.

“Seal…Seal the Demon Nail…”

"That's right, the Demon Sealing Nail." Chu Pingsheng said, "The Bear King and Qing Ji don't need it anymore, so you came at the right time."

King Zhenbei struggled to get up, but now he had lost all his power and was no different from a useless person.

"Keep an eye on him."

Chu Pingsheng said something incomprehensible, and the Bingpo Yitian Sword flashed with silver light, sprinkling bits of crystal light, heading eastward towards the Kui clan's formation.

King Zhenbei turned around subconsciously, and then he found two people standing behind him, a man and a woman. The man was bare-chested and had a tattoo of a silver wolf howling at the moon, and the woman had narrow eyes with a pair of emerald green vertical pupils.

"Kui Clan Fourth Rank, Tianlang? Hongling? Aren't you dead?"

The two men had stiff expressions and turned a deaf ear to his questions. They just stood on his left and right, guarding him as well as protecting him.

At the same time, Chu Pingsheng arrived above the Kui tribe's line and realized belatedly that the leader of the Kui tribe's Black Water tribe, Zarmuha, who was commanding the Kui soldiers to retreat, was in the process of realizing that the situation was not good.

Zarmuha is a black bear spirit. His brain may be a little slow, but he is not brain-dead. A first-class strong man is enough to decide the rise and fall of a country. Facing this level of combat power, the low-level Kui people are nothing but chickens and dogs.

"Get out, get out."

The Kui language was heard everywhere, and warriors with different appearances split into several groups and fled southward.

According to the tripartite agreement, after killing the monk and the imperial envoy, the blood pill will be given to the King of Zhenbei, the soul pill will be given to Hei Lian, Mu Nanzhi will become the trophy of Jili Zhigu, and the Kui warriors will fight in Shankou County under the leadership of Zarmuha and take Chuzhou in one go. In addition to obtaining the magic weapon, Zhu Jiu will also get the blood food of a county.

It now seems that it is impossible to complete the mission objectives, and it is a blessing to be able to return to the tribe alive.

Chu Pingsheng was high in the sky, like an arrow piercing down. Zarmuha roared and dodged to block it. His arms were covered with a yellowish color, but when they came into slight contact with the sword light, the stone armor formed by his innate magical power was broken. In less than a breath, the sword energy entered his body.

Roar……

Zarmuha fell to the ground in pain.

But the man in green shirt lightly raised the sword, a black light flashed, and several soft sword intentions like gossamer threads shot out and pierced the Kui tribe troops that were fleeing in different directions.

There were no more than a hundred strands of feminine sword intent, and the number of casualties was less than a hundred. Those who were hit paused slightly and continued running, seemingly unaffected.

Somehow, Zarmuha had a feeling that a disaster was about to happen.

This bad premonition does not originate from an individual or end with an individual, but rather stems from the foresight of the future of the ethnic group.

"What did you do to them?"

"you guess."

"Roar……"

Zarmuha roared angrily and tried his best to spit out the demon pill, intending to die together with him.

Unexpectedly, the demonic power released by the explosion of the demon pill was instantly crushed by the sword energy, and a foot stepped on his neck.

Chu Pingsheng said calmly: "The debt of the 300,000 dead souls in Chuzhou City must be collected, and the interest must also be collected. The Northern Kui Clan is dead."

"you dare!"

creak.

Chu Pingsheng broke Zarmuha's throat with one foot. His skin and bones, which were harder than those of ordinary warriors, were as brittle as thin ice under his feet.

Tianjian went to Dadong Mountain, where the nuclear war broke out in the world of Joy of Life, to absorb nuclear energy. At this time, the magic energy in the Purple Gold Zhanlu Sword was a mixture of toxic magic energy and nuclear energy, which was radioactive and polluting. These Kui soldiers fled back to the northern mountains, which would not only poison their companions around them, but also pollute the land on which they depended for survival.

This is what he calls interest.

The corpse worms are too perverted. If the operation is wrong, the whole world will collapse. Giving clocks is a bit boring. This is fresh and effortless. One person will tell ten people, ten people will tell a hundred, a hundred people will tell a thousand, and let them be wiped out and exterminate themselves from the world.

"Hmm, Mingjin Stone..."

He whispered something, dropped Zarmuha's body, and flew into the air again, flying his sword southeastward, shooting towards the place where the blood had just risen.

……

In the northwest of Chuzhou city, the old and frail Kang State Master Wuda Baota was half-kneeling on the ground, holding his staff in his hand and breathing heavily with his head down. He looked at the Yufeng Boat that turned into a rainbow and fled away with an expression of disbelief. He never expected that the great wizard of the Wushen Cult, Saren Agu, who was known as the closest being to God in the north, would be defeated by a monk.

The opponent first fought a fierce battle with the leader of the Earth Sect, Black Lotus, and was then injured by the Great Witch Atlas, and finally imprisoned in the Blood Prison of the Witch God. He was able to turn defeat into victory under such a disadvantage. How strong is the monk?
First grade?

Thinking of this, something strange happened. A fox tail carrying a weight of thousands of pounds fell from the sky.

The disciple next to him, who was wearing a brown wizard robe, quickly stepped forward, raised the colorful banner in his hand, and set up a defense net.

The next moment, the defense network collapsed silently, and all the disciples of Wuda Pagoda were hit by the fox tail. Bang, they fell off the top of the mountain, their brains burst, and blood spread radially.

Wuda Pagoda stood up angrily, and countless ghosts flew out of his body. Unexpectedly, the Buddha's light flashed suddenly, and they dissipated like green smoke. At the moment when the Buddha's light disappeared, a terrifying dragon head came down and bit off Wuda Pagoda's head. After chewing for a while, the human head soon turned into ice chips, which fell from the gaps between the bones and fell on the bare rock covered with blood-colored runes. You Ji was confused and didn't know what the meaning of it eating Wuda Pagoda's head was.

Huh?
Where is the soul of Wuda Pagoda?

Wizards major in mental power, and are more difficult to kill than Taoists. Even if a Taoist's Yin Spirit, Yuanying, and Yang Spirit are able to be reborn after leaving the body, their cultivation level will be greatly reduced.

Wizards are different. Even if they have no physical body and only their spirit remains, their combat effectiveness will not be weakened too much.

For this battle, she prepared the demon clan's secret soul-binding technique, but she didn't realize that it was of any use at all.

Recalling how Lord White Bone had just released the Buddha's light to annihilate the fifth- and sixth-grade fighting spirits raised in the Wuda Pagoda, she showed a thoughtful expression.

It turns out that what it ate was not the head of Wuda Pagoda, but the soul hidden in the head.

……

Northeast of Chuzhou City, in a valley of Guli Mountain, the state of Yan State Master Yilbu and Kang State Master Wuda Pagoda were in similar condition. The Blood Prison of the Witch God was first ruptured by sword energy and then taken into the body of the great wizard. They were assisting in setting up the formation and were caught off guard, attacked by the blood spirit and suffered serious injuries.

Compared to the Wuda Pagoda, he was more cautious. When the Blood Prison collapsed, he ordered his disciples to carry him and flee quickly. However, not long after they escaped, the master and disciple heard a snoring sound like thunder coming from the front.

The sound was very loud, but for some reason, their eyelids became heavier and heavier, and they gradually lost their energy.

"not good."

Just as Irbu was about to tell his disciple to fetch the conch shell, the man under him fell down and started snoring.

A broad figure walked out of the woods, raised a hairy hand, and an arm made of demonic power grabbed Master Irbu's head.

"Bear King...hypnotic power."

The bear king did not give him a chance to continue speaking. He retracted his five fingers, and with a puff, the huge hand formed by demonic power crushed the head of the Yan State's national teacher. Blood splattered. Ilbu's soul wanted to escape, but was trapped by a large black net thrown by the bear king.

"This...what is this?"

Not only could the net trap his soul, it was also laced with poison that could damage his soul. The more he struggled, the more intense the pain on his mind would be.

"..."

The bear king kept silent, not because he was pretending to be cold, but because he didn't know how to respond. Yesterday, the monk found him, secreted mucus to form a black net in front of him, and told him that this thing had miraculous effects on ghosts and evil spirits, and could be used to deal with the super wizards of the Witch God Cult.

Lacking any magic to deal with souls, he decided to give it a try to capture Ilbu's soul. Unexpectedly, as the monk said, the result was remarkable.

"This is the net of the Nether Silkworm... the Nether Silkworm! I know, this is a trap, this is a trap!" Ilbu roared loudly, his voice old and sad.

The bear king said nothing, but slammed his hand down, and Ilbu's disciple died in his dream.

In the past, it was the fourth-rank dream wizard who would enter dreams to kill people, but he never expected that he would end up dying in the same way.

……

In the north of Chuzhou City, less than ten miles away from the collapsed gate tower, Jili Zhigu, the leader of the Qingyan tribe of the Kui clan, looked in disbelief at the monk who blocked his way.

"Impossible, impossible! I clearly saw you go get the King of Zhenbei."

"Fuss."

Chu Pingsheng said: "Xu Pingfeng has a clone, Hei Lian has a clone, Zhen De has a clone, Dao Zun has a clone, so can't I have a clone?"

"Clone?!"

Jili Zhigu was frightened out of his wits by his answer. In the past, he could scare his subordinates to death with a sneeze, but now he didn't have the slightest aura of a Kui tribe overlord. He was like a wild dog encountering a tiger blocking its way.

"You...you...have been fighting as a clone?"

"good."

Jili Zhigu finally understood why Saren Agu was defeated. One clone was able to defeat and obtain the arms of Shura King. Its combat power was comparable to that of the first-grade Black Lotus. It was reasonable and not surprising that the clones became one and collapsed the Blood Prison of the Witch God.

"Let me go, and the Kui tribe will serve you as their leader from now on."

Even a powerful overlord like the North had to bow his head and become a slave in order to survive when faced with an unmatched opponent.

Chu Pingsheng smiled and said, "As expected, you are someone who can figure out the generations of humans. You are more aware of current affairs and adaptability than I thought. There are also heroes among the barbarians."

Jili Zhigu said: "One day you will have a battle with the Buddhist sect. At that time, the Kui tribe can lend a helping hand to help you resist the enemies of the heavenly realm."

"That makes me so excited."

"You are neither from the Heaven Realm nor from Dafeng. Now that you are the emperor's consort, you seem to be in a high position, but in reality you have to rely on the supervision of the Imperial Observatory and the face of the Imperial Observatory. If there is a conflict of interest between you in the future, the royal family will not be your backer, or even the gravedigger. Why don't you become the king of the northern border? As long as my Kui army captures Shankou County, the north of Jiangzhou will be in your hands. In time, you can join forces with Buddhism, Wushen Sect, and Dafeng. Isn't it wonderful?"

"I have to say, you have learned human culture very well. I am very curious, where did you get all this knowledge?"

Jili Zhigu: "..."

Of course he couldn't tell the monk that he had gained this understanding by eating human brains, digesting and absorbing them bit by bit, day after day, and accumulating them over time, and he was good at human science.

"I remember you told me before that I love to trade with others."

"Yes, this is a deal. I only have a small request from you. Please let me live."

Jili Zhigu swore to the ancient gods and demons that this was the most humble thing he had ever done in his life.

"Then you should know what is the most important quality for a businessman."

"What do you mean by that?"

“Integrity.”

Chu Pingsheng said: "The so-called truth is the sincerity of one's will. Without sincerity, one cannot move others."

"If you don't believe me, I will swear a blood oath in the name of my ancestors."

"It's a pity. I have promised the Bear King that I would help him find a good shell to rest his soul. You are the most suitable one to search the battlefield." Chu Pingsheng said: "This is also the reason why you have survived until now. If not, you would have gone to see the ancestor when you were in the Zhenbei Palace."

"Consecration..."

Jili Zhigu was furious. He was a member of the extraordinary Kui clan and the leader of all tribes, but he surrendered in such a servile way only to be humiliated and ridiculed.

He raised his sword and chopped it down with all his might.

Chu Pingsheng did not dodge or evade. Facing the incoming sword, he stretched out his right hand and grasped the blade.

Jili Zhigu suddenly felt that the demonic power in the sword was devoured. With a crisp sound, the sword broke into several pieces. A rope made of black air moved like a spirit snake, easily breaking through his defense that was stronger than gold and iron, and drilled into his body. The demonic power in his body was suppressed in an instant, and the demon pill was sealed.

"Although I used up a lot of my evil energy on Saren Agu, the remaining energy is enough to deal with you."

"Ho ho ho ho..."

Jili Zhigu could no longer maintain his human form. He fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then became motionless.

Soon, the bear king who had defeated the Yan State’s imperial master came running over.

Chu Pingsheng stretched out his finger and first pulled out Jili Zhigu's soul and swallowed it, and then transferred the bear king's soul into Jili Zhigu's body.

"Jili Zhigu is a descendant of gods and demons. His physique and talent are better than your original body. Perhaps you can take this opportunity to break through to the second level. Of course, before that, you must adapt well."

After a while, the bear king, who had gained a new body, opened his eyes and said in a Jilizhigu voice: "Should I say thank you?"

"You're welcome."

Chu Pingsheng didn't care about the Bear King's weird attitude. After all, the Bear King was persuaded by You Ji and was not his vassal.

Similar to the change in the nine-tailed fox's attitude towards him, since it was proved that he was a wild monk and had nothing to do with the Buddhist sect in the Heavenly Realm, the demon clan's preconceived hostility towards him became a joke. Ye Ji and Qing Ji offered themselves to be his concubines, and the grudge against Heng Hui that they had plotted against him was resolved.

Since the fault lies with the demon clan, no matter how stubborn the bear king is, in order to stop being an old dog, he can only bow his head and admit his mistake. But A Bao likes the bear king's body. Xu Lingyue likes it, Xu Lingyin likes it, Zhong Li likes it, Lina likes it, everyone likes this kind of A Bao, so he makes an agreement with the bear king to find another suitable body to accommodate the bear king's soul. So there is the battle in Chuzhou city where the bear king fights Jili Zhigu to test the strength of the new body, and there is the plot that just now angered the leader of the Kui clan.

"What you want, Ilbu's spirit."

The bear king walked over to Po, who had returned to his iron-eating beast form, opened the pocket on his back, and threw out a ball of black spider web.

Chu Pingsheng caught it, and the Seven Deadly Shadowless Evils surged out, corrupting the black net and swallowing up Ilbu's soul.

The bear king looked at the scene in front of him, speechless.

Before, Ilbu said that the black net was made of silk from the Nether Silkworm, but he saw with his own eyes that the net silk was made by monks, which was equivalent to being able to mass-produce soul-binding magic weapons.

Who exactly is this wild monk?
...(End of chapter)