Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 510 Feng Shui Master and Painter
"Beng bang bang bang..."

The huge Feng Shui force field pressed down on Shang Lu with a brutal force.

In an instant, his body exploded like a lit firecracker, with continuous explosions.

Fortunately, Shang Lu never stopped practicing his physical body, otherwise this huge Feng Shui force field would not only make his whole body crackle, but would also crush his bones and burst his flesh.

The surrounding mountains are proof of this.

Under the tremendous pressure of the Feng Shui force field, a deep pit collapsed directly where Shang Lu was.

The hard stones, big and small, were crushed and broken into powder.

"Is this the method used by Feng Shui masters? It's really amazing!"

Shang Lu groaned, and the cyclones in the upper, middle and lower dantians spun rapidly, erupting with extremely strong power.

With the help of the power of the cyclone, Shang Lu withstood this huge Feng Shui force field and was not killed.

"Fortunately, I am strong enough. Now it depends on whether you can withstand the power of the mountains!"

This is a mountainous area, and the Nuo mask of the god with a pig body, eight legs and a snake tail is here to maximize its power!

Shang Lu opened his mouth and sang a Nuo song with a strange melody that he had learned from Tushan Fox.

The painters and Feng Shui masters in the distance heard the Nuo song and hummed in unison:
"This guy is not dead, he is still singing!"

"It's Nuoge! He's asking the gods for help. Don't let him succeed, kill him quickly!"

The painter wielded his brush like a knife, and urged the ghosts and gods he had drawn to rush forward and kill Shang Lu.

The sheep skull staff in the Feng Shui master's hand danced like the wind, and a strange red light shone through his hole-shaped eye sockets.

All the Feng Shui energy in the surroundings was mobilized and transformed into a huge force, pressing towards Shanglu.

The two wizards reacted very quickly, but Shanglu in the deep pit was even faster.

Before the two of them could react, he had already put on the Nuo mask of a god with a pig body, eight legs and a snake tail, and borrowed the power of the mountain god through the Nuo song.

The Feng Shui master was the first to notice that something was wrong.

The Feng Shui forces around him became out of his control at this moment.

Especially the mountain power and earth energy, which was not only out of control, but also full of hostility towards him.

The Feng Shui master thought to himself that it was not good, but before he could make some gestures to cast a spell, the power of the mountain and the earth turned around and pressed down on him with a tremendous force!

"boom--"

A big hole was formed on the ground beneath the Feng Shui master's feet, and the sheep skull staff was instantly crushed. The Feng Shui master spurted out a stream of blood from his mouth.

Then he felt a huge force, like a dark cloud pressing down on a city, pressing heavily on him.

This Feng Shui master obviously does not have as strong a body and strength as Shang Lu.

The magic energy that protected his body was instantly suppressed and became turbulent, almost completely disintegrating.

There were many wounds on his body, and blood was gushing out like a human-shaped blood fountain.

"Can this guy control the power of the mountains and the earth?"

"The intelligence said he was a Nuo witch. Did he borrow the power of the mountain god?!"

The Feng Shui master screamed as blood spurted out.

Realizing the key to the problem, he hurriedly withdrew the Feng Shui force field to avoid being killed by the "power of the mountains".

Without the gathering of the Feng Shui force field, although the force of the mountains and the earth was still pressing down on him, it was much weaker than before.

At least he didn't have to worry about being crushed into a meat patty.

However, the sheep skull staff was destroyed, forcing the Feng Shui master to throw his cloak into the sky again.

The Feng Shui masters who had learned their lesson no longer called upon the power of mountains and earth. Instead, they focused their efforts on mobilizing the power of heaven and wind to resist the suppression of the power of mountains and earth.

At the same time, he also mobilized the power of heaven and wind, turning them into sharp and violent air blades, which attacked the deep pit and wanted to kill Shang Lu.

Shang Lu was very sensitive to the changes in Qi and immediately realized the situation. He would naturally not sit idly by and watch the opponent's new move take shape. He immediately jumped out of the deep pit and pounced on the two wizards opposite.

He raised his left hand, and the sword ball drew a streak of light and struck the Feng Shui master like lightning.

At the same time, he took out the Yazi slingshot, put the green aphid coin on the string, and shot it at the painter with the force of thunder.

When the Feng Shui master saw Jian Wan coming at him with a frightening sword light, he didn't dare to resist and tried to hide to the side as fast as his feet could.

But his left hand seemed to be out of control. It stretched out quickly and grabbed the sword ball.

It even affected his body, affecting his dodging and slowing it down.

"not good!"

The Feng Shui master was shocked, knowing that there must be a mysterious curse on the sword pill.

Moreover, seeing that the sword light was sharp and fierce, his left hand was likely to be pierced and would be difficult to save.

The Feng Shui master hurriedly tried to pull back his left hand, but it was too late. Moreover, his left hand seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit and was completely out of control. He only wanted to grab the sword ball.

The next moment, the Feng Shui master's left hand collided with the sword ball. However, the imagined scene of the left hand being pierced and disabled by the sword ball did not occur.

The sword ball that came at him with great force was actually caught by him easily.

Not only was his left hand disabled, it wasn't even hurt at all.

"what?"

The Feng Shui master couldn't help but be stunned, his face full of surprise.

"When did I learn this skill of fighting with bare hands? I can even catch the sword ball with my bare hands?"

Although he didn't understand why the sword ball had no lethality, for the sake of caution, the Feng Shui master did not throw it away directly, but instead used his magic power to destroy it.

Unfortunately, as soon as the magic power was activated, a raging flame burst out from the sword ball.

The Feng Shui master then noticed that a paper figure with a witch spell drawn on it was folded into small pieces and stuck on the sword ball.

Because of the concealment of the sword light and the extremely fast speed of the sword ball, the Feng Shui master did not notice its existence.

When he mobilized his magic power to destroy the sword ball, the magic spell on the paper man was immediately activated and it exploded.

The billowing flames were like the bloody mouth of a ferocious beast, instantly swallowing up the Feng Shui master's left hand.

For Feng Shui masters, the burning flames are not scary.

What frightened him was that a force as scorching as the sun shot out from the flames, pierced into the Feng Shui master's left hand, and burned towards his heart along the meridians at an extremely fast speed.

This force was not only extremely fast, but also extremely hot, which burned away a lot of his witchcraft energy.

The most terrifying thing is that it exudes divinity.

This is actually a divine power? !

Can the divine power borrowed from the Nuo witch be used in this way? I have never heard of it.

The Feng Shui master was in great pain and was terrified. He had to mobilize his magic power to expel the divine power out of his body.

But his actions immediately affected the gathering of natural power.

The wind blade attacking Shang Lu was instantly weakened a lot.

Unlike the Feng Shui master, the painter used ink to escape to the side when the force of the mountain and the earth turned and attacked him, and was not affected.

But Qingxie Qian turned around and continued to attack him.

Seeing this, the painter snorted coldly and threw the inkstone in front of him.

The smelly ink flew out from the inkstone and condensed into a thick dark red wall in front of the painter.

The flying green fly coins all crashed into the black wall with a series of muffled "puff puff" sounds.

But it failed to penetrate.

The strange ink wall had a very strong viscosity, which firmly absorbed the green fly coins and trapped them inside the wall.

The painter's cultivation is the strongest among the three wizards, and has reached the great perfection of Zhoutian.

After blocking the green fly money, he immediately waved the paintbrush in his hand and chanted a spell.

The huge wall of ink immediately came into power.

Just like the Black Mountain Old Demon, he and the group of painted ghosts and gods attacked Shanglu.

Rushing in the front was a ghost with a green face, fangs, three heads and six arms.

It collided with the Chinese rhubarb first.

The six strange hands were like octopus tentacles, twisted into strange arcs, and attacked Shanglu from unexpected angles.

The mouths on its three heads opened to the maximum in an instant, as if it wanted to swallow the Smilax glabra whole.

At the same time, streams of smelly ink spurted out from these three heads.

Not only did the ink stink, it was also extremely toxic. After being blocked by Shang Lu's protective energy, it transformed into scorpion-shaped monsters, trying to break through the protective energy and kill Shang Lu.

Facing the menacing, weird and strange fake god Mo Gui, Shang Lu let out a loud roar, swung the witch knife in his hand, and slashed towards the fake god Mo Gui with a raging bloody light and rolling knife energy.

"Puff puff puff puff——"

The knife flashed and instantly killed all the fake gods and black ghosts.

But they did not dissipate.

Even though Shang Lu's sword energy erupted into raging thunder and fire after cutting these false gods and black ghosts, it was unable to burn them.

It just burned away the oil and water in the ink, and the fake god Mogui could still continue to kill Shanglu in the form of ink powder.

"Hehehe, you think you can break my writing skills? You're just dreaming!"

The painter laughed triumphantly and mocked Shanglu in the slightly stiff Ba dialect.

He raised his paintbrush and splashed out large spots of ink, which, under the influence of the witchcraft spell, turned into blood-red thunders and bombarded Shanglu!

(I owe two thousand words, I will make up for it tomorrow. There was a violent storm today, I don’t know where the line was damaged, and the power was out for a long time.)
(End of this chapter)