Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 973 Lightning kills demons
Meng Longtu, hidden in the basement, has become a sensation in Shanghai.

Wu Xian's operation, though seemingly slow, was actually astonishingly fast. Before Meng Longtu could even figure out how to respond, the entire ground floor of the museum was ablaze.

If it weren't for the fact that certain parts of this building possess 'indestructible' properties, the building would have already burned down.

If Meng Longtu hadn't hidden underground beforehand, the flames would have been enough to burn him to ashes.

But soon, a mocking smile appeared on Meng Longtu's lips.

He laughed at Wu Xian for going to such great lengths and using so many methods to create a raging fire, but it couldn't even burn a fraction of the way below ground; at most, it would just deplete the oxygen underground.

But Meng Longtu is a demon, and he doesn't need oxygen to survive.

The next second, Meng Longtu's smile vanished abruptly, and the expression on his face became even more unpleasant than a chicken being choked.

puff!
After a soft sound, all was silent; all the flames vanished, and it was as if there was no sound in the world.

Another second passed, and the world was filled with terrifying lightning.

Wu Xian activated the 'Thunder and Fire Conversion Technique' again, converting the raging flames into lightning.

The Fire-Receiving Heavenly Lord transformed into the Thunder-Receiving Heavenly Lord, and Wu Xian's Burning Dream Dance Blade also transformed into a two-meter-long lightning blade.

Then Wu Xian calmly uttered three words.

"Thunder Curse!"

In the next instant, lightning surged forth, including the lightning on the phantom of the divine general, all of which drilled into the lightning longsword in Wu Xian's hand.

This sword contains the strongest power Wu Xian has accumulated since becoming a follower, and its power even surpasses that of ordinary immortal-grade spells!

Meng Longtu, underground, trembled all over. Even through layers of rock and soil, he could feel the earth-shattering power.

The flames couldn't reach him, but such powerful lightning could pierce through everything!
Once Wu Xian wields his blade, Meng Longtu will have nowhere to escape and no way to defend himself. All the power he possesses will be powerless to stop death from coming.

The outcome of this bet has been decided.

Just as Meng Longtu was about to close his eyes in despair, he saw Wu Xian wielding the lightning blade, its blade crackling with lightning powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth apart, as it slashed towards...

The Demon God of Calamity!
……

That's right.

Wu Xian's initial target was the Demon God of Calamity.

As for his constant shouts of "Found you!" or "The outcome will be decided in one minute!", they were all meant to prevent the Heavenly Demon God from thinking in that direction.

Shen Longhu had warned Wu Xian not to break the rules, otherwise the Heavenly Demon God would definitely take action.

Originally, Wu Xian had neither the ability nor the intention to break the rules.

But after being warned like this, Wu Xian's heart immediately began to itch, so he racked his brains to think of a way to break the rules.

As he pondered, Wu Xian thought of the Seven Treasures Taoist.

This Taoist priest with a dark face and red hair is another mysterious figure in this blessed land.

How could a mere Taoist priest possibly suppress the first evil calamity single-handedly?

How could this Taoist priest bear to leave seven such powerful treasures in this small Xuanling County to suppress evil spirits?

After collecting all seven treasures, you can gain the Taoist's vision, but everyone has only one nose and two eyes, so why should what you see be different from what others see?

Wu Xian quickly recalled what had happened during his fourth visit to the blessed land.

He and the old man danced around the statue of the 'Jiazi Tai Sui', traveling through time to obtain crucial items from the past of this blessed land.

The statue was blocked by a large banyan tree.

When you go back in time, the banyan tree catches fire, blackening the face of the Jiazi Tai Sui. The tree sap burns on the top of the Tai Sui's head, like dancing red hair.

Returning to the present moment, the black ash has been blown away by the wind, and the tree sap has just burned away. Black face and red hair are indeed the characteristics of the Seven Treasures Taoist.

By comparing the scenes before and after, Wu Xian understood the hint left on the statue: the Seven Treasures Taoist of the past was the present one...

The annual fortune and misfortune of the Grand Duke Jupiter!
The moment he understood, Wu Xian's impression of the Tai Sui God changed drastically.

This Tai Sui deity is not someone who sits atop the clouds, looking down upon all living beings; he is not a cold-hearted chess player who only plays with the lives of his subjects.

He also personally descended in his incarnation to slay demons and eliminate evil, and he also left behind magical treasures to protect all living beings.

But as the saying goes, "Immortals have their own methods, and gods have their own rules," so his influence on this world grew weaker and weaker, until finally he could only return to this world by playing chess with the evil god.

Therefore, the vision of the Seven Treasures Taoist is the vision of the Tai Sui God!

The chess pieces cannot violate the rules.

However, if a chess piece gains the eyes and power of a chess player, then the piece itself will possess the ability to break the rules.

……

Wu Xian gripped his lightning-struck longsword and slashed at the Demon God of Calamity.

The fiery ribbons at the hilt of the sword had now transformed into lightning ribbons, and Wu Xian's sword-wielding motion resembled that of someone holding a terrifying thunder dragon!

The temple of the Demon God of Calamity collapsed amidst lightning, the eerie shrine twisted and cracked, and blades struck the Demon God's head.

boom!
The moment the sword made contact with the statue, it emitted a bright white light, illuminating half the city. Lightning shot into the sky, roaring through the air, the deafening sound carrying for an unknown distance.

The ground cracked inch by inch, and everything was shaking, as if a small earthquake had struck. The entrance to the basement that Meng Longtu had hidden also reappeared.

When the force of the strike dissipated, Wu Xian finally saw the appearance of the statue.

This statue has no body, no limbs, only countless faces overlapping each other, as if shouting or crying. It has never moved, yet it seems to be constantly writhing.

click!
A crack the size of a fingernail appeared on the top of the statue's head.

Wu Xian's all-out attack could only achieve this much.

Then, boundless malice surged in like a tide, and parts of the museum's ground began to collapse and dissipate. The building's 'indestructible' property came from the Demon God of Calamity, and it was this property that allowed it to survive the flames and thunder.

But now, the Demon God of Calamity has been enraged.

He never expected that a pawn, as insignificant as an ant, would dare to wield a knife against him, and he never expected that this knife would actually cause him harm!
For the Demon God of Calamity, this bet was like a cricket fight with the God of the Grand Duke of Jupiter. Each side sent out a cricket (Meng Longtu and Wu Xian) to compete in a cricket basin. Their interference was limited to provoking the crickets with wheat stalks.

The cricket couldn't possibly harm the Heavenly Demon God; his anger or joy was directed at the other chess player he was fighting crickets with.

But the current situation is...

Instead of sending out crickets, the other side sent out a dung beetle. This dung beetle pushed a dung ball backwards into the arena and suddenly used its powerful kick to flick the dung ball into the mouth of the Heavenly Demon God...

No one could tolerate this!

Thus, immense shame and anger welled up in the heart of the Demon God of Calamity.

He didn't care about the betting itself; he just wanted to quickly extend his finger and crush this damned dung beetle with a single stroke.

Wu Xian still retains the vision of the Tai Sui god.

The entire world turned black in an instant. The earth was no longer flat, but rather like a raging sea. He was in this raging sea, holding a small boat made of seven treasures. He could sink into the sea at any moment. Countless eyes were staring at him, their gazes as sharp as knives, as if they were trying to skin him alive.

Meanwhile, beneath the dark sea, an indescribably large hand was about to crush the already dilapidated little boat.

Wu Xian was on the verge of death, and he had no way to save himself.

then……

call!
All illusions vanished, and the world returned to calm.

(End of this chapter)