From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 257: Beheaded with a Sword

The room next to this corridor is built in the style of traditional houses in the Land of Sakura. The painting on the wooden door is a Ukiyo-e. If you look closely, it describes the mythological story of a giant snake in the ancient Land of Sakura.

The giant snake "has eight heads and eight tails", a black body and bloodshot eyes, and is called the Yamata-no-Orochi. Ukiyo-e paintings depict the Yamata-no-Orochi coming from Takashi to Izumo and causing chaos on the sea... and then Susanoo, who was exiled from Takama-ga-hara to Izumo, got the Yamata-no-Orochi drunk with wine, killed the snake, and found the sword of Ame-no-Kurosakumo from its tail.

In the painting, the Yamata-no-Orochi is over a hundred meters long. Fishing boats on the sea appear like black spots in front of it. All the houses along the way are swept away by the waves. The people of Izumo are fleeing for their lives, and a large number of people are swept into the sea. The tone of the picture is extremely dark and bloody.

After all, it is a mythological story, and there are many parts that cannot stand up to scrutiny. Li Yang was somewhat surprised to see the Ukiyo-e of the Yamata no Orochi in the territory of Yatagarasu.

You should know that the three-legged crow totem of Yatagarasu is the mortal enemy of the Yamata-no-Orochi in many myths and legends.

There was a powerful aura at the end of the corridor. Li Yang put down the sword light and walked forward on foot.

The corridor is not very deep. There are some green bonsai on both sides. In the center is a shrine. A middle-aged man dressed as a Japanese samurai is kneeling devoutly under the shrine.
"pat"

"pat"

The sound of Li Yang's shoes hitting the wooden floor was particularly prominent in the quiet and deep corridor.

Li Yang saw clearly that what was enshrined in the shrine was an eight-headed giant snake with bloodshot eyes and black scales.

The leader of the Yatagarasu actually worships the Yamata no Orochi? Li Yang smiled playfully.

At the same time, monks from various countries who followed after hearing the news also blocked the entrance of the corridor, standing a hundred meters away and not daring to get any closer.

"If you had come ten minutes later, maybe today it wouldn't be you who came to see me, but I who came to see you."

Shimamoto Ling, who was kneeling on the ground, spoke slowly, with a hint of regret in his tone.

Li Yang's expression was calm, and the sword light rose from the Nanming Sword in his hand: "So, this is your last words?"

Shimoki Ling was silent for a moment, then stood up and looked at Li Yang, or rather at the cultivators from various countries who dared not approach Li Yang, with a hint of contempt on his face: "Survival of the fittest, this is the law of nature. The essence of cultivation and transcendence is to create a stronger individual life."

"You are the one at the top of the pyramid of the global cultivation world. Isn't it the most cost-effective thing to sacrifice the guys behind you to create a god who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you?"

Before Li Yang could say anything, the group of monks from various countries who were blocking the entrance to the corridor began to get excited.

"Mr. Shimaki, what do you mean? Are you not afraid of becoming the world's public enemy by wantonly slaughtering monks from other countries?!"

Some people jumped up and down, confirming from Shimaki Ling's words that they were about to be sacrificed as a stepping stone.

"You will be punished by God! Mr. Li Yang from China is your punishment!"

"I will have my country publish the truth internationally and expose your country and your evil ambitions!"

"Executioner, beast, scum!"

He was furious and hurling insults at others, but Shimaki Ryo was not affected at all. With a clang, he drew his sword from its sheath.

"It's that demon sword!"

The name and power of the Ame-no-Kusan sword had already spread long ago. Wherever the sword pointed, monks from various countries retreated, and ugly scenes occurred in the crowd.

Seeing this, Shimamaki Ling's expression became more disdainful.

"Li Yangjun, what you saw, do you think that reading a master for a month is not as valuable as those guys behind you?"

Li Yang's expression was amused: "Some things are not right or wrong, only success or failure."

"Besides, I'm not here today to debate with you."

Shimoki Ling smiled miserably, his voice hoarse like a devil from hell: "There is no right or wrong, only success or failure?"

His voice became increasingly high-pitched, and his expression gradually became ferocious:
"I don't feel like I've already lost!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a silver light flashed.

He held the sword of Ama-Kusongyun in both hands, raised the sword high, and then chopped it down towards Li Yang with great force. The floor along the way was cut silently like tofu. The sharp sword energy made the monks from various countries behind Li Yang shudder and almost couldn't breathe.

"Are all the people in Sakura Country so immature?"

Li Yang raised his eyebrows, exerted force with his right hand holding the hilt of the Nanming Sword, and without any fancy moves, squatted down in a horse stance.

Then he chopped it off lightly.

He learned this sword-slashing style from a somewhat cold and inexperienced female Taoist priest. He learned a total of 22 such sword styles.

The crystal blue sword energy broke through the silver sword energy extremely skillfully and landed on Shimamu Ling's shoulder before he could react.

The next moment, Shimamura Ling's pupils trembled violently, his thoughts were in a trance for a moment, and the piercing blue frost spread from his shoulders.

His whole body was shaking, the ice and frost on his body was shattering, and his joints were like those of a frozen puppet, making creaking sounds when he moved.

Veins bulged on his face and he was breathing heavily. The spiritual energy in his body rushed to circulate, trying to eliminate the frost on his body, but it became increasingly obscure.

With an extremely suppressed roar, Shimamura Ling lowered his head, and a pair of cloud-patterned boots appeared in front of him.

He turned his neck with difficulty and looked up.

In his sight, Li Yang still looked calm and composed, his voice was calm: "You call yourself a strong man, but in my eyes, you are no different from them."

"what!!"

Shimaki Ryo roared in pain and stabbed towards Li Yang with the sword in both hands.

Li Yang only made two moves. He placed his right hand on the hilt of the Nanming Sword, blocked the Kaitian Kusanagi Sword with one sword, and chopped down with the other sword... to cut off his head.

"Dun dun dun..."

The head rolled on the ground, and the sword Ame Murakami fell to the ground, and with a puff, the tip of the sword sank into the ground.

The bowl-sized wound on the headless corpse's neck was instantly frozen, and not a drop of blood splashed out.

There was silence at the scene. The expected fierce fight was only two swords. The monks from various countries looked at the corpses on the ground, then looked at Li Yang who was standing with a sword in his hand, and fear was revealed on their faces.

It was not until this time that Therese, who had set up the formation outside, arrived as a ray of golden light.

"already solved?"

Standing beside Li Yang, looking at the headless ice corpse, and then looking at Li Yang who was observing the sword in his hand, Teresa felt a little unbelievable.

"If you're talking about Shimamaki Ryo, then it should have been resolved."

Li Yang raised his head, but there was not much satisfaction on his face, but rather a hint of confusion.

"?"

Trezhen looked at Li Yang, her eyes full of fear: "Did you hold back when you were sparring with me that day?"

Li Yang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Guess."
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After confirming Shimaki Ryo's body, Therese took back the temple and the entire consulate reappeared in front of the world.

"Mr. Li Yang, I am XXX from Palu. On behalf of my country, I sincerely invite you..."

"Thank you Mr. Li Yang for saving my life. I will report to the representative and form an alliance with China."

"Mr. Li Yang, I wonder if you are married? There is a princess in my royal family who just turned twenty..."

At the gate of Sakura Country, monks from various countries continued to show goodwill to Li Yang, with a hint of flattery.

Li Yang looked at the Nanming Sword and just nodded, allowing the cultivators from various countries to gradually disperse.

In the setting sun, Li Yang's gaze turned from the Nanming Sword to the backs of the monks from various countries who were walking away. Teresa next to him was dealing with the follow-up issues.

When everything was arranged, Li Yang looked at Teresa, frowning slightly.

"I'm a little curious. Do you think that blood sacrifice of these monks can really help people break through to the seed path?"

Li Yang didn't mean to look down on anyone, he just had a simple question.

Among the cultivators of these 46 countries, there are only two A-level masters, and the rest are all B-level masters, some of whom can barely draw in Qi.

"What do you mean?"

"This is all a bit too easy. I have a vague feeling that something is not right..."

Li Yang frowned, lowered his head and gently stroked the blade of the Nanming Sword.
On the crystal blue blade of the Nanming Sword, where it collided with the Ame-no-Kume Sword, a small gap appeared at some point...

(End of this chapter)