Chinese Superman

Chapter 204 Sword Qi Great Sun, Nuo Mask Godhood

Sword energy can take shape, transforming into a long river, or even into the blazing sun!

The frosty white radiance of the sword's edge is like the sun's brilliant sunlight, extremely strong and yang, dazzling and blinding.

"go."

Xia Xinghan uttered a single word softly.

The sword energy surged forth like a blazing sun, crashing into the horde of monsters.

That was a feast of slaughter.

The martial arts of artistic conception created from the remnants of war are inherently adept at killing, especially sword-based martial arts, which are the most important for killing. Why is the sword immortal Bai Xianshuang able to become the number one killer among the many disciples of the Martial Ancestor?

"Swish swish swish swish"

Wherever the sword energy passed, everything was shredded.

Whether it's a giant centipede, a three-headed lizard, or a lump of rotten flesh, anything caught in it instantly turns into a bloody mist.

The tentacled monsters' tentacles were severed, their flesh torn apart, and they didn't even have time to scream.

The sun rolled forward relentlessly, sword light gleaming, carving a crimson path through the dark horde of monsters.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Limbs were flying everywhere.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

The sword energy was like a merciless and terrifying meat grinder, unleashing its killing power and slaughtering with abandon!

The monsters finally felt fear.

They began to retreat, to hide, to flee.

But the sword energy was too fast.

A great sun shone, and it fought its way in and out seven times.

Finally, the sword energy was exhausted, and the great sun dissipated.

A trail of blood, stretching for thousands of meters, was left on the ground, winding and turning back and forth, covering an area the size of several football fields, and covered with bits of monster flesh.

On the battlefield, everyone was stunned.

Whether they were Geng Lian's warriors or those monsters, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at the boy who stood with his hands behind his back.

In those eyes, there was shock, doubt, and disbelief.

Where did this top-tier damage dealer come from?

Your killing ability makes us look like complete noobs!

Xia Xinghan felt he had overdone it, so he said, "Don't look at me, I'm exhausted."

The implication is that the great sun of sword energy I just unleashed was my ultimate move.

Moreover, it consumes a huge amount of mana.

A monster with a human-faced spider stared at Xia Xinghan, its eight eyes darting around simultaneously, hissing as it spoke, before turning and fleeing.

This escape triggered a chain reaction.

More and more monsters began to retreat and flee.

But even more monsters, fueled by the stench of blood, surged forward with increasing ferocity.

Xia Xinghan, just like Gao Ming, became a key target of "attention".

"Hahahaha, as expected of a true disciple of the Sword Palace, truly formidable! The world's number one offensive warrior, his reputation is well-deserved!"

Wei Gang strode forward, his Vajra Shield trembling like a giant bell, smashing through monsters until he reached Xia Xinghan.

"However, swordsmanship practitioners are also known for being incredibly strong, with high attack but low defense. But it's alright, little brother Xinghan, I'll protect you, don't worry!"

Before he finished speaking, with a clang, a thick and sturdy Vajra Shield descended from the sky, enveloping Xia Xinghan.

Thank you.

Xia Xinghan cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

Sword cultivators are indeed glass cannons, but they are Superman, and Superman is not a glass cannon.

But he still had to put on an act. Xia Xinghan had already discovered the invasion of the evil god and was more impatient than he had imagined.

Among the crowd, there were either clones of the evil god or people corrupted by the evil god!

However, whether it is an evil god's clone or mental pollution, it is difficult to detect. It requires careful observation and analysis to expose the evil god's little devil who is inherently evil!

At the same time, following Xia Xinghan, Tian Shu, who had been nearby, also took action.

He stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching the surging monsters and his teammates fighting bloody battles around him. He gritted his teeth, finally made up his mind, and pulled a mask out of his pocket.

It was an antique wooden mask.

The mask is carved from old pear wood, lacquered in gold, and decorated with colorful patterns.

His eyes were wide open, his eye sockets were painted with cinnabar, his pupils were pitch black, his thick eyebrows stood up angrily, and the corners of his mouth were turned up, revealing a half-smile and two fangs.

On the center of his forehead is an ancient and simple character "弯" (wan).

Nuo, Nuo, is also called Luan.

Nuo was originally a "Sparrow Sacrifice" performed by agricultural peoples who worshipped the divine sparrow.

Therefore, this mask engraved with the character "鸾" (luán) is extremely ancient.

The back of the mask is densely covered with ancient Nuo script, which are incantations to drive away plagues and ghosts, and secret languages ​​to communicate with the gods.

A Class A relic: a Nuo opera mask!

Tian Shu took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, put the mask on her face.

In that instant, the world seemed to change color.

An invisible pressure emanated from him, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The moment the mask touched her face, Tian Shu's body stiffened abruptly.

His eyes closed, and when he opened them again, they had turned gold.

A fiery gold, a dazzling gold, a gold that no human pupil could possess; deep, wild, carrying an indescribable wildness and majesty.

His original sleazy and timid demeanor had completely vanished.

Instead, it exudes an ancient and mysterious, untamed aura.

That is the Nuo god.

He is the Monkey King, one of the nine Nuo gods in Linwu Nuo Opera.

"squeak!"

A sharp screech came from beneath the mask—the cry of the Monkey King—piercing the entire battlefield.

The next second, Tian Shu moved.

No, it's not Tian Shu, it's the Monkey King.

Removing the mask reveals his personality; putting on the mask reveals his divinity. At this moment, he is the Monkey King, the God of Nuo!

Tian Shu's round body suddenly became incredibly agile. With a leap, he shot into the monster horde like a bolt of dark gold lightning.

A centipede monster opened its huge mouth and lunged at him.

The Monkey King flipped in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the centipede, and landed on its back. With its hands like claws and fingers bent, it plunged downwards!

"Pfft"

He inserted both hands directly into the centipede's hard shell and then tore it open with a sudden rip.

Its carapace shattered, and green fluid gushed out. The centipede monster was torn in two, while the monkey king scratched its ears and cheeks, grinning with its fangs.

Immediately afterwards, the Monkey King leaped up again and pounced on his next target.

His movements were completely unlike those of a human.

It leaps and bounds, darts left and right, sometimes hanging upside down, sometimes tumbling in mid-air, and sometimes running wildly on all fours.

Its speed is astonishing, easily breaking the sound barrier, and even faster; its agility is like that of a real monkey.

The monsters couldn't catch him at all.

Every move he made was ruthless, gouging out eyes, ripping out hearts, locking throats, breaking bones—each move was deadly.

A three-headed lizard's three heads simultaneously lunged at him.

Instead of retreating, the Monkey King advanced, grabbing the tongues of both heads with both hands and pulling hard.

"Sizzle"

Both tongues were torn off.

The three-headed lizard screamed and staggered backward. Before the middle head could react, the monkey king bit its throat.

"Click!"

The throat bone was fractured.

The Monkey King raised his head, his mouth full of blood, and let out a strange "squeak" laugh.

At this moment, the Nuo opera mask is no longer a wooden mask, but the face of the Monkey King.

Another monster pounced.

The Monkey King casually waved his hand, grabbed one of its tentacles, and pulled it forcefully, dragging the monster to his front. Then, he clenched his other fist and slammed it into the monster's head.

What appears to be an ordinary punch contains immense power!

"Bang"

My head exploded.

The monkey king shook the blood off his hands, his golden eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for his next prey.

The monsters were stunned, instinctively feeling the fear of being "prey".

They began to avoid the terrifying "monkey" and dared not approach it.

But the Monkey King persisted, charging into the monster horde as if it were his own backyard.

His movements were too unpredictable!

Sometimes it rolls on the ground, sometimes it tumbles in the air, and sometimes it bounces on the monster's back.

The monsters couldn't catch him at all; they could only watch helplessly as their companions fell one by one.

Several monsters tried to escape.

The Monkey King grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

He formed a mudra with his hands and uttered indistinct ancient syllables.

"Hum Mani Padme Hum"

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Those are secret incantations from Nuo opera, true words for exorcising evil spirits and suppressing ghosts.

As soon as the incantation was uttered, the fleeing monsters froze, as if fixed in place by an invisible force.

It was a spell to freeze people in place!

The monkey king pounced, waving his hands repeatedly, and in the blink of an eye, tore them to pieces.

At this moment, he was no longer the lewd fat man Tian Shu, but the true Nuo God—the Monkey King, one of the Nine Nuo of Linwu, an ancient and terrifying god of exorcising plague.

Not far away, Xia Xinghan, who was observing everyone present, also caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

This Nuo opera mask is quite interesting.

With the strong reinforcements from Cao Linghui's team, the scales of victory finally tipped, and the monsters were utterly defeated on the battlefield.

They began to flee frantically, never looking back.

In fact, apart from Xia Xinghan and Tian Shu, Cao Linghui, who is at the Five Elements Realm, also possesses astonishing combat power.

After all, he had reversed the Five Elements and first ignited the True Yang Heart Fire.

Not to mention how many strands of true essence it can refine from spiritual power, the increase in the power of fire-based martial arts alone is considerable enough to forcefully transform a Grade A martial art into the immense power of a legendary martial art.

The martial artists chased him for several hundred meters before stopping.

The Monkey King stood still, covered in blood, and let out a strange "squeak" laugh.

Then, the laughter stopped abruptly.

The mask slipped off.

Tian Shu swayed and fell straight backward.

Xia Xinghan flashed behind him and reached out to support him.

Tian Shu's face was deathly pale, her eyes were tightly closed, and her breathing was weak.

But a slight smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth.

His smile was somewhat lewd, yet it also exuded pride.

"What happened to him? Was he drained dry? Why is he unconscious?"

Xia Xinghan thought for a moment, then without hesitation, raised his hand and slapped the fat man's lewd smile across his face.

"Snap"

The next moment, the divine essence dissipated, and the personality returned!

It's like giving an old TV a chop to the neck when it has no signal—it works instantly!

"Brother, wasn't I awesome just now?!" Tian Shu asked, completely unaware that he had been slapped.

Xia Xinghan looked at his increasingly swollen cheek, nodded, and hummed in agreement.

Wei Gang gave Xia Xinghan a thumbs up, his gaze strange, and chimed in, "Indeed awesome."

"hey-hey."

"Looks like we've managed to invite a rather powerful Nuo deity this time. We're quite lucky."

"Brother, can you carry me? I'm exhausted—" Tian Shu looked weak and drained.

"No, you can't."

Xia Xinghan decisively refused and handed Tian Shu over to the burly, bald Xiong Ba.

"Hehehe, Fatty, how about I carry you on my back?" Xiong Ba patted his bald head, his smile a little lewd.

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"I suddenly have energy again, Fatty."

Tian Shu suddenly felt a rush of energy before his death, stood up abruptly, and felt a sharp pain in his back and waist, especially on his face, which felt burning hot.

He touched his cheek and said in confusion, "Strange, although I used to feel sore all over when I used Nuo opera masks, like I was fighting a demon for three hundred rounds, my face never hurts."

Why does my face hurt this time?

"And it only hurts on one side—"

Xia Xinghan thought to himself, "I should have fanned the other side too, at least it would be symmetrical."

Tian Shu turned to look at Xia Xinghan and asked suspiciously, "Brother, you are knowledgeable, do you know who the Nuo god I possessed this time is?"

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Xia Xinghan seemed to understand something, and replied, "It seems that after the Nuo opera mask is put on, the divine personality replaces the human personality, and then the actions taken are unknown to the human personality. The Nuo god you just invited down was the Monkey King."

"The Monkey King?!"

Tian Shu was surprised, then laughed and said, "We're lucky, we've managed to invite the Great Nuo God."

"This Nuo opera mask houses nine great Nuo gods and one hundred and eight lesser Nuo gods. The great Nuo gods are very powerful, while the lesser Nuo gods are relatively weak."

Tian Shu picked up the wooden mask that had fallen to the ground, her expression a mixture of love and hate.

"It's too random, and the probability of summoning a minor Nuo god is much higher than that of a major Nuo god. In addition, after the god possesses you, your personality will lose consciousness and fall into a deep sleep, completely unaware of anything. There are many drawbacks. Otherwise, this Nuo opera mask would at least be a world-class heirloom!"

"indeed."

Xia Xinghan glanced at the beach opera masks, looked at them three more times, and with a little deduction from his super brain, he created a new martial art.

Sigh, creating martial arts is so easy and effortless, as simple as drinking water and eating.

"Let's call it 'Summoning the Gods Technique'. I'll teach it to Xiaohu later and have him upload it to the 'Martial God Temple'."

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Xia Xinghan had a sudden thought and pondered to himself.

"As for the rank, it's hard to determine."

Because the Great Xia Dynasty worshipped numerous gods and Buddhas, ranging from minor deities to supreme deities, and these gods and Buddhas did not actually exist, but were merely objects of worship and belief. What was invoked was an image, ethereal and scattered throughout the world, making them difficult to invite.

A method with a high success rate, such as inviting the True Martial Emperor to the Martial Arts Golden Hall, can increase the chances of success by 40%.

If you are a Taoist priest, your chances of success will increase by another 40%.

Like Master Zhang, his success rate is basically 99%.

However, if one is outside of Wudang Mountain, the further away one is from the Zhenwu Emperor, the lower the probability of invoking the deity.

Whether or not one can succeed is another matter entirely if one is in the "world outside the Great Firewall".

"In comparison, the probability of inviting me and the Dao Ancestor is actually higher." Xia Xinghan stroked his chin.

Both he and the Dao Ancestor enjoyed living shrines, and during the Great Xia Dynasty of the High Martial Era, their incense offerings were extremely prosperous, indeed showing a higher success rate than other deities.

Xia Xinghan was also very curious about what it would be like if someone cultivated the art of summoning gods and then asked him to "possess" them.

"Great! The monsters have been driven back!"

"We survived!"

"Damn it, you bunch of cowards! I haven't killed enough yet, come back if you dare!"

"Pah, pah, pah, don't jinx it."

Cheers erupted on the battlefield.

The warriors brandished their weapons, roaring and venting their elation at surviving the ordeal.

Gao Ming fell from mid-air, staggering, and was helped up by someone.

His face was frighteningly pale; he had reached his limit.

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