Chapter 177 Zhenwu, Destroying Demons
Chapter 177 Zhenwu, Destroying Demons
Even without the accelerated breakthrough of the system.
Chu Xiu's comprehension is still at the demon level.
Otherwise, he would not have been known as Chu the Old Demon before his rebirth.
One day.
Two days.
Three days...
Only on the fourth day did the second group climb up the golden leaves.
The two of them returned to their senses from the state of enlightenment.
"It is indeed an enlightenment stone... The effect is as good as a needle."
Chu Xiu's eyes were full of divine light. He practiced the 36 Zhenwu styles to perfection.
He has reached the level where he can use them against the enemy.
There were four people in total, and all of them were demons.
The leader was a guy with a tiger head and a human body.
He looked ferocious. He was wearing animal skins, had a hairy upper body, was holding a ghost-headed sword, and had an imposing manner.
"Tsk..."
"Why are there human beings here? It's so unlucky."
"Let's kill them."
A demon tribe member next to him whispered:
"Wangshan Jun, that's Chu Xiu, the son of Taisu and the daughter of Yaochi."
"They're not easy to mess with."
The tiger demon's copper-gong-like eyes narrowed slightly.
Baring his teeth.
The bloody aura formed a substantial vortex, sweeping away the golden grass under his feet.
With a grim laugh, he disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, he was in front of Chu Xiu.
"What's wrong with the son of Taisu? The one to be killed is the son of Taisu."
The ghost-headed broadsword chopped down head-on.
He was determined to split him in half from top to bottom. The last time the holy body passed the tribulation, the demons and barbarians joined forces to attack Taisu, and a holy king fell from their Wangshan.
It was his great-grandfather.
Today, when he met the real owner, he certainly would not miss the opportunity to take revenge.
The broadsword brought a strong wind, blowing Chu Xiu's hair wildly.
He was still sitting cross-legged, without getting up or dodging, as if stunned.
Just when the other three Wangshan demons thought he would be killed, the Saint of Yaochi was about to attack. Chu Xiu moved.
He slowly raised his right hand and lightly touched the blade with his index finger. Zhenwu Thirty-six Styles, Seventh Style Zhenwu·Break.
Clang Block
The sound of metal and iron clashing. The explosion of air surged in all directions. Blowing Chu Xiu's hair and fluttering his robes.
Wangshan Jun's tiger's mouth split open, blood splattered, and the ghost-headed sword almost slipped out of his hand.
He retreated thousands of meters, leaving two deep marks under his feet. The first move of the two sides collided, and the winner was immediately determined.
With a casual finger, Wangshan Jun, the dominant force of the demon clan and the pride of Wangshan, was pushed back thousands of meters.
Hiss...
The three Wangshan demons took a breath of cold air. Their eyes were full of horror.
Wangshan Jun's right hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably. It was not fear. The collision just now. The Qi mostly shattered the meridians in his right arm.
Chu Xiu stood up slowly. He had an upright posture, black hair like a waterfall, and a fluttering black robe. His eyes were deep, and his face was gentle.
He was like the Buddha of the Western Desert, compassionate and merciful. The Dao patterns under his feet were dense, leaving thousands of afterimages.
The first move of Zhenwu, Zhenwu·Holding the Mountain. With his arms open, he was suspended above Wangshan Jun's head as if embracing the world.
The next moment. The shadow of a giant mountain tens of thousands of feet high emerged. It suppressed Wangshan Jun below.
Wangshan Jun's pupils contracted, and he switched the knife to his left hand. The magical knife technique broke the mountain.
Buzz
A bloody knife mark chopped up towards the shadow of the mountain.
Boom
The mountain exploded, and the knife mark disappeared.
Chu Xiu was like a martial god in the world.
When one move failed, the second move followed, and the connection was extremely smooth.
He pinched his left hand and used the second Zhenwu move, Covering the Sea.
His body was like a ghost.
and stuck to Wangshan Jun.
His golden right palm rolled up with endless killing intent, like the sea turning upside down, pressing forward.
His invincible spirit is unparalleled and indomitable.
Wangshan Jun had no choice but to dodge, but his speed was far inferior to Chu Xiu.
He had to hold his sword in front of him. Crack, crack, crack...
The palm print had not yet hit him.
The wind pressure pressed his bones, making a loud noise...
Clang, block, boom————
A palm slammed on his blade.
Wang Shanjun spurted blood from his mouth and flew backward for dozens of miles like a kite with a broken string.
Chu Xiu's face was gentle and solemn.
He stepped on the secret of the character "行" and caught up with Wang Shanjun, who had not yet landed.
He stretched out his right hand, like a blue dragon emerging from the sea, and grabbed his neck.
The sixth move of Zhenwu, Zhenwu·Qinlong.
The domineering energy rushed into Wang Shanjun's body along Chu Xiu's arm.
Crack... Crack... Crack...
Ah————
Wang Shanjun screamed.
The golden leaves trembled continuously...
"Stop..."
The three followers wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
Wang Shanjun's body twisted like a snake.
The white bones pierced the skin and broke inch by inch.
The flesh collapsed and disintegrated, and the internal organs became blood and water.
Wang Shanjun's soul rushed out from the divine platform between his eyebrows in time... and wanted to escape.
But Chu Xiu raised his hand and held it.
"Chu Xiu, stop... If you dare to hurt Wangshan Jun, Wangshan Dazun will never forgive you..."
A demon with fox ears was so scared that his soul was about to die. He threatened
Chu Xiu, fearing that Chu Xiu would kill Wangshan Jun.
No one expected Chu Xiu to be so strong. In less than a few breaths, he destroyed Wangshan Jun's body with four moves and captured his soul.
How could Wangshan Jun be at the level of Tian Yaozi... How could he be easily crushed like this?
It was incredible. Unbelievable. Chu Xiu held Wangshan Jun's tiger-headed soul in his left hand. His long black hair moved without wind.
"Brother, can you let this little cat go?" A mature and charming voice came. He looked over.
The woman was tall, wearing a tight black leather jacket, with a curvy figure and a hot body.
There was a long tail behind her, swinging left and right. At the tip of the tail was a piece of pink heart-shaped meat as thin as a leaf. She has fair skin, charming looks, and a pair of curved horns on her head, which adds a strange beauty to her.
"I am Qianye, the enchanting demon from hell, and I am meeting you, Brother Dao." The enchanting demon bowed to Chu Xiu from a distance, smiling charmingly and sending her a glance, which was breathtaking.
"Sister Qianye, save me..." With his soul in Chu Xiu's hand, Wang Shanjun was no longer as arrogant as before. At this moment, he regretted it very much.
I would not have provoked him if I had known that this human race was so strong. How could the Dao Palace Realm be so strong? He was a pervert, and he thought it was perverted.
"Brother Dao, let him go. Qianye owes you a favor; how about that." The enchanting demon Qianye smiled charmingly.
Chu Xiu turned his head and looked at her, his eyes calm. With a force on his left hand, the holy flame burned.
He crushed Wang Shanjun's soul, and he didn't even scream. He slowly spread his hands; his soul was ashes, and the fluorescence dissipated.
The corner of his mouth curled up and sneered: "Who do you think you are? Is your favor worth money?"
"You are very familiar with him, so let's die together. It's just right that we can be companions on the road to the underworld."
The Taoist patterns under his feet were dense, and his figure disappeared from the spot, and he had already come to the front of the charming demon Qianye.
He stretched out his right index finger and pointed at his forehead.
In an instant, he broke the altar and killed his soul. He was strong and domineering and showed no mercy.