Inner Destroyer

　The average Christian exorcist probably wouldn't know what this spell is, what the ritual is, or where it comes from. Fortunately, the International Exorcist Association includes people from all walks of life, including righteous African shamans.

　An old black Yoruba priest came out to take a look and immediately said, "This must be the power of Mebege, the chief deity of the Fang people..."

　Black people are certainly not the same ethnic group. The Fang are one of the more common black ethnic groups in central and western Africa.

　About 95% of Haitians are of West African descent, so this isn't surprising.

　"In the Fang people's creation myth, Mayberg, the creator god and father of all living things, stuffed his own hair, armpit hair, and pubic hair into an egg, then poured his liquid into the egg to create the world and bring all living things into being."

　The old black man explained.

　Incidentally, in this myth, the head and armpit hair represent animals and plants, while the scalp hair represents humans. I can only say that Uncle Hei has a really wild imagination.

　Naturally, everyone, including Qi Xing, heard what the old priest said.

　"So this is the prototype of his 'silver coin' myth? An African creator god?"

　Qi Xing frowned slightly, feeling this unshakable divine power.

　No matter which culture or mythological system, this kind of primitive life creator god is difficult to deal with.

　Qi Xing had never received an initiation. He was not a Taoist priest, but a solitary mage, a half-baked earthly immortal, clinging to this absurd and evil world.

　His thunder magic does not represent the will of heaven, but only his own will.

　he himself

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　No matter what you think or what others say, you certainly cannot defeat the whole world with your own will.

　Not yet.

　"'Rep', the ultimate trump card of the International Exorcist Association, the ultimate powerhouse feared by Rome."

　"Black Spartacus" slowly stood up from the throne, his movements calm and composed. He looked directly at Qi Xing, a meaningful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

　"I've been looking forward to seeing you for a long time."

　"You and I are both Silver Messengers. If you don't use the power of silver, you won't be able to shake my authority with just a small spell."

　He clearly had unshakable confidence in his power as a "Silver Coin Messenger."

　Indeed, Qi Xing could of course just take out his silver coins... but unless he had no other choice, to be honest, he didn't really want to use the power of the silver coins casually.

　After all, it was a fragment of the Idiot Lolita Evil God's power. Qi Xing trusted neither her morals nor her intelligence. Who knew if using it too much would have any side effects? What if every use cost her a point of intelligence?

　Rather than inexplicable cheats, he believed more in the results of his own ten years of practice.

　"Support "Rip Master"!"

　The other exorcists from the association didn't dare nor had the ability to step forward to help much. But at least they still had the courage to stand behind Qi Xing and cheer him on.

　In an instant, they were holding up the symbols of their respective faiths and chanting different prayers.

　"Lord, bless your warriors!"

　"Ogun, warrior god, please go with him!"

　"The might of the Thunder God, the speed of the Wind God, protect this body!"

　"Bow down to Lord Shiva, the destroyer of all evildoers."

　“Soul mate, may the blessings of the wind and the sea be with you!”

　"All-Father Odin, grant him victory!"

　"In the name of the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate—"

　“Mitakuye Oyasin! (We are all one!)”

　Whether it is a monk from the Roman Catholic Church or a Yoruba priest from Africa; whether it is a Japanese Yin-Yang master or a Shiva ascetic from India; whether it is a retro Celtic druid or a modern neo-pagan Nordic rune master; whether it is a Sufi mystic or an Indian shaman wearing an eagle feather.

　They spoke different languages ​​and held different beliefs, but at this moment, in their own ways, they all offered blessings to the strongest being standing at the forefront. Their strength converged on one point: the "Rip Man"!

　it is good!

　Awesome! So exciting!

　Instantly, Qi Xing felt a surge of power surge towards him like a tide, hardening his fists to iron, wrapping his limbs with purple lightning patterns, and infusing his yin energy with the destructive force of Shiva. The earth's spiritual veins pulsed, endowing him with inexhaustible resilience. The shadow of a hawk circled overhead, and the low growl of a wolf echoed in the air, a blessing from the Indian ancestral spirits.

　With so many blessings, Qi Xing's combat effectiveness increased dramatically - probably by about 5% in total.

　Alas, there's nothing we can do about it. A bunch of people from different schools of thought improvised and chaotically buffed a powerful warrior, and increasing his combat power by 5% was actually quite good.

　"A gathering of mediocre people will only achieve half the result with twice the effort."

　Black Spartacus used a lazy look to glance at the exorcists hiding behind Qi Xing and blessing him, and then he disdained to look at them again.

　"They have neither strength nor ambition. They gather and hide behind the organization's banner, hoping that in times of crisis, a stronger person will stand up to protect them—just like that loser you just killed."

　The trash he was talking about was none other than one of the "Big Four" who was killed by Qi Xing with one punch, Mrs. Poison Bee, his own mother and subordinate.

　"Master Leipu, I am one of the same kind who controls the silver coins. Why should I fight for them?"

　He only took Qi Xing seriously and was only interested in talking to Qi Xing, his tone full of advice.

　Qi Xing clenched his fists, feeling the buffs being piled up by the exorcists behind him, and said calmly, "Prayers from all sides won't create power out of thin air, but there's nothing wrong with that."

　"To insist that a golden, radiant form will emerge from everyone's prayers is to underestimate the value of wishes."

　The wishes everyone gathered were just wishes. They might not bring about the power that would make Qi Xing ten times stronger—but so what? They were still wishes after all.

　At least they all believed Qi Xing could win, believed he could defeat "Black Spartacus." So they all stood behind Qi Xing and dedicatedly buffed him, instead of running away and hiding screaming, or throwing rocks at him... So Qi Xing still liked these guys, even if they were weak. Even if they didn't actually provide much power in battle.

　"If you have to protect others just because they give you power, you'll end up being inferior."

　So Qi Xing said, in a calm tone,

　"I protect them because I want to."

　"I'm hitting you now—because I want to."

　Money can’t buy my happiness. If you don’t understand this, how can you be considered a strong person?

　After saying that, he stretched out his hands. With his left hand, he poured out a blood-red Yin Dan from the gourd. With his right hand, he wrote talismans in the air, and his fingertips drew countless seemingly chaotic lines in the air.

　Dark Spartacus wouldn't know what it was. Most exorcists don't know either.

　The so-called Yin Dan refers to the Yellow and Red Dao, also known as the "Skill of the Bedroom". This Yin Dan was taken out by Qi Xing when he killed a witch from the Paradise Sect who had raped and killed tens of thousands of virgins.

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　loot.

　As he watched the black man create the world with his mighty power, an idea struck him. He drew the incantation and chanted, "I have a divine command. I command the heavens to split, the earth to crumble, the mountains to collapse, the fires to extinguish, the waters to dry up. All the air in the universe will follow my command—command!"

　As soon as the word "ban" came out, the sound was like thunder, shaking the sky and the earth. The thick white rain was violently swirling under the impact of the true energy.

　Instantly, the wind and clouds surged. All the white rain, suppressed and pulled by the true energy, rolled back and converged towards Qi Xing's outstretched left palm.

　He saw the Yin Dan pulsating with a charming red light in his palm, like a bitch attracting ██, absorbing the white thick liquid between heaven and earth.

　A place without wind or rain gradually formed in the center of the square, as if it was the intersection of yin and yang between heaven and earth.

　Yin and yang, male and female, movement and stillness, bitch and ██, here they achieve a strange balance. A circle without wind or rain takes shape here, making the air eerily still.

　Qi Xing's spells hadn't, and couldn't, completely dispel the liquid rain of creation. The rain outside was still intensifying—but at least the square was clear of rain for the time being.

　Even Black Spartacus was slightly surprised by the sight, then grinned, "Amazing! As expected of Rep Master."

　This is the magic system that Qi Xing is best at besides thunder magic, the "Qi Ban Method" - a magic that uses true qi to ban things.

　The word "ban" here means to prevent, stop, or control. Banning blades prevents swords from injuring, and banning fire prevents fire from starting. Banning trees withers them, and banning water dries up. The fire-repelling and water-repelling spells in "Journey to the West," which prevent fire and water from invading, are actually qi-restricting techniques.

　Even modern online immortal cultivation novels still contain remnants of this culture. Anyone interested can guess what it is.

　According to Daoist theory, everything in heaven and earth is composed of "qi." Therefore, as long as one possesses sufficient qi and incantations, everything in the world can be constructed and simulated using forbidden techniques. A master of forbidden techniques is a programmer of the Heavenly Dao. Their mouth is like the gate of heaven, their tongue like a drawn sword.

　When this curse is uttered, the Nine Netherworlds will kneel down and the Eight Desolations will kowtow. I uphold the Way of Heaven, and those who go against it will be destroyed both physically and spiritually!

　On the other hand, when talking about Tiandao Programmers, Qi Xing couldn't help but think of the idiot creator god Samael.

　If you talk nonsense, curse randomly, or write code randomly, you will definitely end up hurting yourself. His skill configuration is indeed a bit of a match for her.

　But don’t think too much about it now.

　The venue effect has been lifted, what are you waiting for?

　There is only one battle.

　Without further ado, Qi Xing stepped out of the association's gate and headed straight towards the "Black Spartacus" in the square.

　The black man grinned, showing off his strong bronze muscles, stepped down from the throne, and stepped barefoot on the square.

　However, what happened next was somewhat beyond Qi Xing's expectations.

　“Gwo Bondye, kenbe m fò! (God Most High, give me strength!)”

　With a scream and a high pitched chant, "Black Spartacus" tapped the ground with his feet, his body swaying like a snake. He spun, leaped, and somersaulted through the air, charging at Qi Xing with unbridled abandon!

　"The Loa guides me, the spirits bless me!"

　"Roaring thunder, trial of flames!"

　"I am the storm, I am the battle!"

　"Gods bless me and let me shine!"

　Wild black rap gushed out. Although Qi Xing had already seen that he had martial arts skills, he had never expected his style to be war dance?

　All I could hear was his singing echoing in the wind, and I danced to the sound. Every line of his song was in harmony with a Loa (god), and every movement contained divine power, resonating with the white rain of creation that was still pouring down outside the square!

　Although half of the surrounding voodoo fighters were killed by Qi Xing's punch, the remaining ones immediately clapped their hands, beat rings and stomped the ground, beating out drum beats like musical instruments, as if they were about to turn the battlefield into a stage for a ceremony!

　Not daring to neglect the long ritual magic, Qi Xing counterattacked with five lightning swords, killing all the remaining voodoo fighters who could move in one move.

　However, this "Black Spartacus" truly didn't care about his men's lives at all. In an instant, he was in front of Qi Xing, somersaulted, and thrust his hands into the ground, gripping it tightly.

　"Bato! Bato! The wrath of the earth!"

　He stood upside down with his hands on the ground, and kicked out with his feet like a mountain collapsing, falling straight towards Qi Xing's face!

　Rumble!

　At this moment, the deity he sang to was Baator, the loa who shook the earth, possessing a rage that could break all obstacles. The force of his footsteps was like drawing a torrent of molten lava from the depths of the earth, so powerful that it created a long sonic boom in the air!

　Qi Xing didn't understand voodoo mythology, but he could intuitively guess about 70% of it. He raised his hand to block—but the kick from "Black Spartacus" was too powerful, unstoppable! The kick drew a stunning arc in the air, with a roar of air and earth, smashing into Qi Xing's defenses!

　Every inch of the ground beneath their feet seemed to be responding to this force, and the ground was shaking so much that it was almost impossible to stand still. It was as if the entire ground was shaking and churning at this blow!

　Instantly, Qi Xing realized that this wasn't a move he should foolishly take. Black Spartacus's incredible handstand kick was simply too powerful.

　Fortunately, Qi Xing was faster than him!

　At the critical moment, he kicked his foot and shot out, as fast as a stream of light, and in an instant he was behind "Black Spartacus". His punches were also swift and fierce, and each one of them hit

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　With a force that has been tempered through thousands of blows, it strikes the earth like thunder.

　The black man used his strong trapezius muscles to take Qi Xing's punch, laughed wildly, kicked the ground with his hands, and his figure flew and tumbled in the air.

　"I am Sango, I am the storm!"

　His lyrics changed, and so did his divine powers, becoming more primal, untamed, and violent, his legs moving in a flurry of movement like a hurricane. He was no longer "Bato," but Shango, the Yoruba god of thunder and hunting in West African mythology!

　He clapped his hands, jumped quickly, and when he stepped on the ground, the "Thunder Kick" suddenly struck Qi Xing with lightning!

　Fortunately, no matter what kind of god you are, you still underestimate Qi Xing's lightning. He caught the black man's lightning with his bare hands and knocked him back with a punch.

　But the battle is still not easy.

　Every move of Black Spartacus matched the song he sang. It was as if he were offering a sacrifice to the Loa through song, dance, and combat. It was both powerful and strange—and most importantly, Qi Xing had no idea what these niche African gods were, let alone how to judge them in advance.

　Qi Xing unleashed his skills, weaving between these moves like a leaping dragon. He landed dozens of punches on the black man, parrying over a hundred moves, yet he felt the damage he was inflicting was wrong, the force even stranger than usual.

　The battle shook the earth and the sky roared with thunder and lightning. Every time they exchanged blows, the aftermath spread like a high-energy bomb. Every time they clashed, they stirred up a violent gust of wind that crushed the buildings surrounding the square into dust.

　The exorcists of the Guild felt as if they had been suddenly thrown into the midst of a world war. They peered out from behind their shelters in the walls to watch—luckily, the walls of the Guild's headquarters had been reinforced by alchemists and priests.

　But at this moment, their dynamic vision could no longer keep up with the speed of the battle between the immortals and gods in the world. They could only see the two figures colliding with each other from time to time, and their fists and feet were so fast that they could not be distinguished by the naked eye. Only two afterimages were left, and the sound of collision resounded through the world.