Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 286 Old Deng, prepare to die!
"Boom!"

Inside the inner palace, thunder roared and lightning flashed.

Several feet apart, Liu Sheng's fist unleashed a burst of lightning, striking the black mist before it could strike.

The violent lightning, upon contact, tore open a gash as if a hot knife were cutting through oil.

Strands of electric arcs sputtered, scattering light and shadow, exorcising evil spirits and clashing with the black mist, producing a "sizzling" sound.

Furthermore, the fiery evil spread like wildfire, and the golden evil annihilated life. One red and one gold, the two colors intertwined, like a pair of giant scissors, cutting this patch of black energy in two.

"hold head high!"

Then came the roars of elephants and the resounding chants of Buddha, which suppressed the two streams of black energy.

Just then, two drops of dark black water drifted by, filled with intense Yin energy, representing death, resentment, plague, and poison, and fell into the two sections of black mist.

"Sizzle, crackle~"

In an instant, it was as if water had been poured into boiling oil, with blue smoke rising and water vapor spreading.

The terrifying black mist transformed into thin threads and scattered, only to be caught in the spreading water mist, becoming fish in a net and vanishing silently.

From the moment Yang Zhi's body exploded, black mist filled the air, trapping Wu Song, to Liu Sheng's intervention and complete annihilation of him, the entire process was swift and swift, happening in the blink of an eye.

Wu Song, revealing his inner energy surging like a mad tiger, was about to put up a fierce resistance.

No, I haven't even exerted my full strength yet, and Song Laogou's black aura has already disappeared?

what's going on?
Did that old dog have a change of heart and stop?

impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
"I never expected my master to have such an adorable, blank expression!"

Seeing Wu Song's bewildered expression, Liu Sheng chuckled inwardly, but maintained a humble demeanor on his face.
"Master, I accidentally dispersed that black energy."

"careless?"

"I only threw one punch, I didn't expect it to be so weak."

After saying that, Liu Sheng smiled shyly.

He did tell the truth; the punch he threw in desperation had such an effect, which was something he hadn't expected beforehand.

It's because he possesses too many and too strong talents, especially after acquiring true qi as a vessel, that characteristics such as "Buddha's power," "metallic evil," "fire evil," and "thunderous evil" truly take effect.

Other cultivators are very difficult to deal with if their true energy contains only one attribute, they are very terrifying if they have two attributes, and those who have three attributes are extremely rare.

After all, attributes can be mutually reinforcing or restraining, and you might end up hurting yourself before you even harm others.

He, on the other hand, possessed four or five attributes within his true energy, which not only coexisted harmoniously but also complemented each other, thus greatly increasing its power.

The power of the Seventy-Two Transformations of the Path Fruit was only beginning to emerge at this moment.

Moreover, as his strength increases, the effect will become stronger and stronger.

"...Not tough? Yes, this old dog isn't tough at all!"

Wu Song froze, nodded vigorously, his cheeks twitched, and he almost couldn't hold back.

If Song Laogou is not tough, then what am I, who has been entangled with him for so long?
A little bit durable?

"Master, your mountain-driving whip has finally been returned to its rightful owner."

At this moment, Liu Sheng stepped forward, picked up the fallen mountain-driving whip, and handed it to Wu Song.

Master's precept knife is of too low grade; it's only a mid-grade magic weapon. It's fine for dealing with ordinary cultivators, but against profound weapons, it's just a burden.

Otherwise, Yang Zhi's corpse wouldn't have lingered for so long.

Now that Wu Song has obtained the Mountain-Driving Whip, his combat power has soared, making him even more formidable.

As for Liu Sheng himself, he had a gold-patterned jade bottle, which he used as a brick-moving head-splitting tool, making it even more convenient.

"I, as your teacher, benefited."

Wu Song was a boorish and unruly man, and he didn't refuse. Now that the situation was urgent, he decided to finish off Song Laogou first.

He took the mountain-driving whip, picked up Yang Zhi's head, and flames burst from his palm.

A moment later, it turned into a white bone Buddhist rosary, which was pressed onto the prayer beads in front of the chest.

The twenty bone beads glowed brightly, their radiance flickering and shimmering, like old friends reunited after a long separation, sharing something with each other.

"Twenty now."

He sighed, a complex look flashing across his eyes. This meant that twenty sworn brothers who had gathered on Mount Fajiu had been beheaded by him.

Before and after their deaths, they each had their own stances, but in the end, they all became beads on his rosary, accompanying him on his killing spree.

Liu Sheng didn't speak, but looked up at the sky, his eyes immediately narrowing:

"Does this old dog still have a backup plan?"

In mid-air, the enormous black face writhed and shrank, shrinking to about ten feet in size.

After suffering repeated setbacks and defeats, Song Yingtian's once imposing villainous face lost its luster and shrank dramatically.

Finally, it solidified into a single figure and landed on the ground.

He had thick eyebrows and a broad forehead, a square face and a long beard, eyes like a hawk, lips as thin as a knife, and a cold and stern expression.

His clothes were luxurious and elaborate, but like the man himself, they were all black, without any other color, as if they were carved from obsidian, exuding an extremely imposing aura.

Song Yingtian!
This person's divine thought actually materialized!

After landing, he ignored Wu Song and instead stared at Liu Sheng, looking him up and down before speaking:

"Nephew, what kind of martial art did you use when you fought me earlier?"

Clearly, Liu Sheng's earlier attack, which extinguished the black aura with a single blow, had greatly shocked him.

This gave him a different idea.

"Your sister's nephew!"

Liu Sheng inwardly cursed his bad luck and sneered:

"My technique is called... the Dog-Slaying Technique!"

After speaking, he stepped forward, his hands seemingly sealing the way, his arms swinging as if two large axes were cleaving down fiercely.

We've already made our positions clear, it's a fight to the death, so who's going to bother arguing with you?

If I say I'll crush you, I'll crush you!
Having mastered the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and broken through the barriers to forge a foundation, Liu Sheng was already itching to test his skills against someone.

The previous rescue of Du Bingyan and Wu Song was merely a small test of their abilities.

The wisp of divine consciousness of Old Man Song before them is the most suitable target.

We can't let our "doting master" snatch it away!
"Old Deng, prepare to die!"

He let out a low shout, and golden light emanated from his body, as if he were wearing golden armor. Behind him, nine phantom beasts appeared, each as large as a mountain, with fierce and awe-inspiring power.

Within his dantian, the colorful stone foundation spewed out a large expanse of mist, which transformed into a powerful surge of true energy that flowed into his arms.

And so, the instant he swung his arm, his right arm rapidly grew longer and larger, becoming thicker than the jade pillar in the hall in an instant, and slammed towards "Song Yingtian".

At the same time, ten bolts of lightning shot from his fingertips, crisscrossing like a large net, with interlocking arcs, sealing off any space in front, behind, to the left, and to the right of "Song Yingtian" that could escape.

His talent "Chaotic Thunder" was used in creative ways, turning into a fantasy version of "Six Meridian Divine Sword".

Song Yingtian stood frozen in place, staring at Liu Sheng as he attacked, and chuckled lightly, completely unconcerned.

"Young man, you're so arrogant, trying to crush me? The incident happened so suddenly, I wasn't prepared."

Remember this: the same trick can only work on me once, because—"

"boom!"

A "pillar" fell from the sky, instantly blasting it into a cloud of black smoke.

Thick black smoke billowed, accompanied by Song Yingtian's incredulous roar:

"How is this possible? How can this power be so strong that it can destroy my demonic manifestation?"

"Zizi~"

The next moment, the surrounding lightning net suddenly contracted, like a roll of cloth, enveloping all the black smoke within.

Lightning flashed and elephants roared, fire burned and metal was split, and the four evil spirits' Yin waters transformed into mist and seeped in.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"puff!"

The hall fell silent instantly.

(End of this chapter)