This god is really evil

Chapter 70 The same eyes in March, blood pupils in the sky!
This sudden scene stunned dozens of Yuhua Society believers present.

This Saint Son actually knows martial arts! ?
Didn't you say you were powerless?!
Yang Jinsong looked at Li Yan's fist, narrowed his eyes, and said grimly:
"You can actually use the Blazing Sun Fist!?"

What Li Yan had just used was the ancestral Fiery Sun Fist that he was very familiar with.

But why can the opponent's fist glow?
Blindfold?
Li Yan nodded sincerely and said:

"Yes, it is the Fiery Sun Fist. I saved up five taels of silver a few days ago and bought it from the boxing gym. It is indeed a good boxing technique for the Qi and Blood Realm."

Yang Jinsong looked at the corpses and said coldly:

“Son, you are quite good at hiding your weaknesses. These punches have at least the power of the fifth level of Qi and Blood… But if you think you can be complacent just because you stole the Yang family’s Fiery Sun Fist, you are totally wrong… I will let you know what the real Fiery Sun Fist is!”

As he spoke, Yang Jinsong flashed and appeared in front of Li Yan. His fists were red and he opened and closed them, hitting Li Yan with the Fiery Sun Fist.

This Saint Son thought himself to be clever. He learned a few moves of the Fiery Sun Fist from somewhere and hid his skills. He thought he could survive this sacrifice. It was absolutely ridiculous.

The most difficult person to control in the whole plan is Liu Yunhe, the supervisor of the Sitianjian.

After all, the other party is a well-known Confucian and Taoist master. Even if his Taoism has been damaged due to an unexpected incident, he should not be underestimated.

As for this so-called Son of God who was born to be chosen by God, he is nothing but a piece of good firewood, not even a sacrifice. How dare you treat him as you please?

Yang Jinsong narrowed his eyes, his hands changed, and he had already used the three secret techniques of the Fiery Sun passed down from his ancestors!

When a lion fights a rabbit, it will use all its strength. Looking down on the opponent does not mean that he will let down his guard!

But at this moment, an unbelievable scene happened. Li Yan's fists flashed with light again, and two flames ignited on the tips of his fists.

Then every move of the opponent's boxing was exactly the same as his, and in a flash their fists had collided dozens of times, making crackling sounds like firecrackers!

He could even feel that the opponent's punching speed was obviously faster than his, but he slowed down to fight him just to take his speed into consideration.

It felt as if every punch was entangled in a ball of hemp rope, making it extremely uncomfortable.

Moreover, the layer of flames on the opponent's fist made his hands burn so painfully that a burnt smell wafted out in the blink of an eye.

"Go to hell!" When Yang Jinsong's three secret skills of the Fiery Sun were about to be finished, he suddenly shouted, attacked forward desperately, then suddenly retreated and left the battle.

His hands were burnt and trembling with pain. He looked at the smiling young Saint in front of him and said in a trembling voice:

"How is it possible... How is it possible... You... What kind of fist is this? This is not the Blazing Sun Fist... How do you know the three secret techniques of the Blazing Sun that are passed down by my Yang family!?"

He already knew in his heart that the opponent was using the most authentic Fiery Sun Fist, but he found it absolutely difficult to admit this. The thing he was best at and most proud of had become someone else's martial art, which was really hard to accept.

Li Yan smiled slightly, shook the flame on his fist to extinguish it, and said:

"Are you talking about this? It's simple. You only need to practice the Fiery Sun Fist to perfection, and you can vaguely touch the mystery. You can use your blood and energy to form fist flames. The Fiery Sun Fist, the Fiery Sun Fist, this boxing method got its name from this..."

Then he looked at Yang Jinsong in surprise and said:

"Why, don't you know?"

Yang Jinsong opened his mouth and murmured:

"me……"

He didn't want to admit it, but there was a voice in his heart shouting:
So this is the Blazing Sun Fist! So the fist flame is the essence of the Blazing Sun Fist!

But why had he never heard his grandfather and father mention it? Even in the family secret book, there was never such a description...

No... I won't give up! I have practiced the Fiery Sun Fist for decades...

Yang Jinsong's eyes instantly became sinister, and he rushed towards Li Yan desperately, taking strange steps, his face red, and his fists turned in his arms, showing two sharp iron knuckles.

The Fiery Sun Fist is powerful and fierce, and with the Iron Knuckles, his combat power can be increased by 20%!

Three secret techniques of the scorching sun!

Don't you want to fight?
Let’s see which is more powerful, your flaming fist or my brass knuckles!

But at this moment, Li Yan's moves suddenly changed. It was no longer the same three secret techniques of the Fiery Sun, but became more mysterious. It was also the Fiery Sun Fist, but it was completely different from what Yang Jinsong knew.

In comparison, what he has been practicing are more like basic moves for enlightenment, while the opponent's exquisite moves are the pinnacle!
"Boom bang bang bang bang..."

The dense sound of punches rang out, and Yang Jinsong had no way to avoid it. He was hit head-on by the punches, blood spurting out of his mouth, his body charred, and he fell to the ground.

The flame from the fist even ignited his clothes, but his instinct for survival made him roll over immediately after landing, thus extinguishing the flame.

His eyes became empty, his whole body, especially his hands, trembled constantly, and he said in a trembling voice:
"What kind of move is this?"

Li Yan said sincerely:

"This is the Nine Secret Techniques of the Fiery Sun. If you want to learn it, I can teach you.

The Nine Secret Techniques of Lieyang? The Nine Secret Techniques!?
Hearing this, Yang Jinsong curled up into a ball as if he had lost his soul, tears streaming down his face, trembling constantly, and he didn't even dare to look at Li Yan.

His Taoist heart was broken.

Seeing Yang Jinsong's defeat, the two feather masters on the side looked at each other, and the old woman snorted coldly and said:

"You are really just a useless martial artist from a small place. You dare to brag about how brave you are? But you were defeated in just a few rounds!"

The two of them were not local feather masters from Weizi Town, but came from other counties following Chiyu Jiji and Lady Saint. They had always looked down on local tyrants like Yang Jinsong, and naturally looked down on him even more when they saw him like this.

As sorcerers, they naturally despise warriors.

Although Yang Jinsong was defeated at this time and the rebellious Saint Son also revealed his martial arts that he had always hidden, they were not panicked at all.

No matter how strong a martial artist is, he is nothing more than a crude warrior. How can he compare with these sorcerers who have practiced feather arts for many years?

As they were talking, the remaining dozens of Yuhua believers present had dispersed and surrounded the Holy Son Li Yan in front of them.

Then, nine people, led by the two feather masters, raised their right hands and chanted:
"Nothing in this world, nothing but dust..."

This is also the strong foundation of the Feathering Society. Through the methods of killing relatives and performing sacrifices, people can quickly learn the Feathering Technique. Even if most people have not entered the first level of the Listening Sound Realm, the Feathering Technique that is quickly learned is also amazingly powerful!
Then the Saint Li Yan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"Feather Technique? What a coincidence! I also know it."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and blew at it in his palm. Without even reciting any spell, the feather instantly shot out like a steel nail and pierced the old feather master's heart.

The old woman had just recited half of the spell when she was stunned and looked down at the feather on her chest.

The next moment, an extremely powerful force of feather transformation came from the feather and spread throughout the body. Before the old woman could react, her flesh, blood and bones were shattered into pieces, exploding into a ball of blood mist, spurting in all directions!

Feather Technique: Split!
The power of the feathered evil spirit was so overwhelming that the old woman's broken bones were like hidden weapons in a violent storm. In a flash, they had turned the people around her into a hornet's nest, and the rest were also injured.

The warlocks who were about to cast a spell were interrupted in an instant. Looking at the scene in front of them that looked like blood washing the ground, they could not believe their eyes.

Is this Feather Technique: Splitting?
This is one of the most basic feather techniques! ?
How can it be so powerful!
"Oh - my eyes, my eyes!"

"My legs...my legs!"

"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

Several seriously injured Yuhua believers fell to the ground and screamed wildly, but they were injured by the flesh and blood of the old woman.

The only remaining male Feather Master immediately retreated quickly, staring at the Holy Son Li Yan in front of him in the darkness like a hound.

Only then did he realize that the Holy Son Li Yan still had a calm expression, with a slight smile in his eyes, and just looked at them.

His face appeared and disappeared in the firelight, as if he was a monster from the underworld!

Is this the real Son of God?
However, no matter how much the Son of God hides his weaknesses and how many strategies he has, it will soon be meaningless!
March is about to come, and the saint is about to ascend to heaven. The plans of mortals are nothing but vanity in the eyes of immortals.

"Go! Catch him! Burn him, burn him! The Saint is about to ascend to heaven. Even if we die, we can ascend to heaven with the Saint in the underworld. It's wonderful to ascend to heaven!" Master Yu shouted wildly with a ferocious face.

At the same time, a strange evil spirit was gradually descending into the charity cemetery. No, it should be said that it was descending into the entire Weizi Town!
The feather master suddenly raised his head, looked up at the sky, showed an expression of ecstasy, and shouted:

"Three months with the same eyes! Three months with the same eyes!"

Everyone looked up, including Li Yan, and looked up at the night sky.

The three moons, which had originally not completely overlapped, now completely overlapped.

The three moons completely became one, with the largest one at the back, followed by the two smaller ones, forming concentric circles.

The edges of the two front moons can still be seen, like the pupils of an eye.

The originally bright and dim moonlight suddenly turned blood red.

Looking from the ground, it looks like a giant blood-red eye staring at the earth!

"Burn him! The Saint is about to ascend to heaven! Burn him!"

With crazy shouts, dozens of Yuhua believers present all ran towards Li Yan. They could feel the Yuhua evil power in their bodies growing wildly.

It was as if they had turned into evil spirits.

They will decompose and light the firewood for the Saint!
Li Yan stood at the entrance of the crematorium with an expressionless face and blew out a handful of incense ash.

The next moment, a shadow of incense ash as big as a house appeared in the air, and then suddenly fell down, instantly crushing the people running in the front into meat paste.

Immediately afterwards, Li Yan's hands were like two steel pliers, instantly grabbing a martial artist close to him and exerting force suddenly.

Angry Dragon's Free Hands, Great Perfection!
The martial artist was caught off guard, and his limbs and head were torn off in an instant.

Then Li Yan rushed into a flock of sheep like a tiger, using either the Fiery Sun Fist or the Angry Dragon Free Hands, and he could hardly defeat any enemy wherever he went.

Blood splattered everywhere!

Yang Jinsong curled up on the ground watching this scene, feeling his throat tighten and almost retching.

In just a short while, there was no Yuhua believer left standing, only broken arms and limbs and wailing wounded people scattered all over the ground.

At this moment, a pleasant voice suddenly sounded behind Li Yan:
"Haha, you, the Holy Son, are quite naughty."

Li Yan's pupils shrank, and his whole body's energy and blood tensed. He wanted to move to the side, but was still a moment too late.

A strange and deep evil force came from behind him, as if a giant beast's claws were grabbing his shoulders fiercely.

At the same time, a righteous aura suddenly burned on Li Yan's shoulders, offsetting the heavy evil force just now.

However, the residual power of the evil force still sent him flying like a stone!
"Oh!"

His feet landed heavily on the ground, directly kicking a feather master who was struggling to survive to death. Li Yan looked towards the place where he had just stood.

The saint who was sleeping in the crematorium was standing there with a pair of beautiful white feet bare. Her big red bridal veil looked a little messy, revealing the long suture marks on the delicate skin from her chest to her abdomen.

A pair of double pupils looked at him, with a hint of anger.

Li Yan grinned and said:

"Why didn't the Saint die there peacefully? Why did she rise again? Heaven is hard to deceive. How can she ascend to heaven?"

As he spoke, the clothes on his shoulders broke apart, revealing a burning piece of writing wrapped around his shoulders:

【Immune to all evil】

Li Yan simply tore off his shirt.

I saw that his whole body was covered with calligraphy and paintings. These calligraphy and paintings, which were condensed from the great energy, were now shining brightly due to the strong power of the feathered evil spirit.

You didn’t expect that I even brought cheat sheets.

(End of this chapter)