Chapter 207: Kill the demon monk (III)

Shen Shuibi actually didn't know how to use a sword.

She learned it within this month.

But it didn't matter.

It was already enough.

The Divine Ability of a fifth-rank, even if only a trace of it was integrated into swordsmanship, was enough to be called an Immortal's sword.

Do you understand the value of the Mother of the Yellow God from the Lunar Qi in the Moon?

Monk Chan Zhi still hadn't understood what the true layout looked like.

From beginning to end, it wasn't Zhang Lan and Shen Shuibi who were making a move.

Zhang Lan and Shen Shuibi were just drivers.

The one truly confronting Monk Chan Zhi was this very world!

Shen Shuibi used a grand Formation to regulate the mountains and rivers, corresponding to the human body, and with the addition of the Wang family's resources, she transformed this grand Formation into a controllable Dharma Idol!

Silently, this Formation, which was originally only for regulating earth Qi and water veins, had been transformed by Shen Shuibi into a combat-oriented Formation.

If it regulates earth Qi and water veins, then with just a slight modification…

It could use water veins as blood Qi.

It could use mountain ranges as bones and muscles.

The Daoist Yin and Yang hexagram method supplemented the four directions and eight trigrams.

The Shaman's inner body spirits method nurtured the sun, moon, and scenery.

The human Dao's rule-setting method established all the latitudes and longitudes.

With the four dimensions set, the eight trigrams facing each other, the sun and moon suspended together, the scenery appearing simultaneously, and rules as a supplement, balanced with power.

Thus, it became a simulated small world of the human body.

This was what Li Qi had brought out this time.

Utilizing the grand Formation originally built with the power of an entire province, he forcefully transformed it into a "fake seventh-rank Cultivator."

It only needed a controller to operate this thing.

Li Qi, Shen Shuibi, and Wang Baiyan all brought out their trump cards, solving countless technical problems, and finally accomplished this feat.

If one had to describe it, it would be like comparing the original earth Qi regulating Formation to a large agricultural tractor.

As the chief engineer and chief designer, Shen Shuibi used the parts of these tractors, dismantled them, and reassembled them into a Gundam.

Now, she was the one piloting the Gundam.

And that sword strike just now was Zhang Lan's responsibility for piloting this Gundam.

Monk Chan Zhi was still focusing on what 'Formation augmentation' was, which was completely meaningless.

Because there was no Formation augmentation at all.

Monk Chan Zhi was facing the Formation itself!

He was fighting a Gundam!

That Dharma Idol of Shen Shuibi was this Gundam.

This was the power of knowledge.

And there was more.

Li Qi had once asked Wang Baiyan to provide two eighth-rank Cultivators for help.

Those two eighth-rank Cultivators were currently at the other two grand Formations.

It was mentioned earlier that in Guangyang Province, there were three such Formations for regulating earth Qi.

Three such Formations were enough to cover the entire Guangyang.

The other two, currently under the control of those two eighth-rank Cultivators, were gathering the earth Qi and water Qi of Guangyang to power this Gundam.

Precise arrangements, along with knowledge beyond this place, jointly laid this bomb.

However, this also enraged Monk Chan Zhi.

After being sent flying by that sword, he finally managed to stabilize himself with great difficulty.

But just as he stabilized, all the Monk's gentleness vanished.

His body began to mutate.

"Then, don't blame this humble monk for being merciless."

After leaving this sentence, Monk Chan Zhi's Physical Body began to undergo drastic changes!

Its skin was like a twisted piece of black leather, covered with disgusting calluses.

Its neck extended greatly, like a snake, with skin full of wrinkles like a lizard. Although its entire body was humanoid, it looked like a super-large reptilian body overall.

Snake-like tentacles extended from its lower body.

It grew two heads and six arms, all as black as ink, with skin as rough as leather.

This time, it wasn't a Dharma Idol, but its true form.

The Mahakala lineage.

The Demon God's Body.

Monk Chan Zhi truly displayed his own strength.

No longer the previous petty squabbles.

He had become serious!

He chanted in a low voice: "Evil thoughts are afflicted by demons, heavenly demons enter the heart and belly. If taken as a sacred understanding, one will be afflicted by all evils."

His flesh and blood intertwined, tentacles wrapped around each other, and the three-inch buddha country instantly shattered! Then transformed into a demon country!

The original heavenly beings tore off their skin and turned into Rakshasa evil spirits!

The originally incomparably bright three-inch buddha country instantly opened up in all ten directions, from which boundless darkness surged forth.

The name and form of Yin were exhausted, entering great darkness, all was kalpa turbidity!

Monk Chan Zhi was never a compassionate Buddha; he was a thorough Demonic Overlord, one who wouldn't even bat an eye at sacrificing a hundred thousand lives.

Monk Chan Zhi's demon body had four hands holding four bowls, in which was a foul-smelling, thick black soup, seemingly the blood of some creature.

One hand held a bell, the bell shining red like blood.

The demon body raised a bowl of foul-smelling liquid and solemnly said: "I drink the five nectars! Then a portion of the great arrogance demon enters my heart and belly. I do not bow to pagodas or temples, I destroy scriptures and images, sentient beings enter the Avici Hell, losing proper concentration, and shall fall!

As soon as the words fell, his free hand held the three-inch buddha country... No, it was a demon country now!

Holding the demon country in his palm, a single hand covered the sky!

That hand was raised high, and the sky was obscured, the earth Qi was disturbed, and even the Dharma Idol was affected by the chaos brought by the Demonic Overlord, its body beginning to show cracks.

The demons of the demon country swarmed out, then suddenly transformed into a sea of fire!

The sea of fire burned across the sky! It grew more and more intense, even becoming somewhat frantic.

Tongues of fire constantly spewed from the chimneys, and one by one, arrogant Demonic Overlords peered out from the flames to observe the outside world, each with green faces and fangs, terrifying beyond words.

The sky was dyed crimson, and countless ghostly faces formed the face of a demon god.

That was Monk Chan Zhi.

He looked down from the endless hellfire.

His piercing gaze descended from the sky, fixed on the ground.

Shen Shuibi and Zhang Lan's faces were both illuminated fiery red, the entire sky shimmering with hellish flames.

The demons swooped down.

Their claws were long and sharp, they glared at each other in anger, harboring thoughts of malice and harm.

As the demons swooped down, the ten great gates in the demon country opened wide, and hot winds surged, blowing hot black sand.

These hot winds, blowing onto the animals and mountains below that couldn't escape in time, caused all living things to turn completely black, the hot sand burning their skin, penetrating their flesh to the bone!

But it wasn't just the heat.

Countless black sands, like grinding machines, ground them down. Those struck by the hot wind and black sand had their bones and flesh pulverized, pus and blood flowing out, suffering immeasurable bitterness and pain, and within a hundred li, wailing and sorrow echoed, like Hell!

"The form of Hell?" Shen Shuibi below recognized the origin of this technique at a glance.

All these Demonic Overlords were lives Monk Chan Zhi had killed!

He refined the souls of these lives into such Demonic Overlords, and then, using the beings in Hell as a blueprint, forged this demon country!

This was recreating the suffering of Reincarnation Hell, endless resentment, dragging all living things before them into the torment of Hell.

That three-inch buddha country was this three-inch demon country.

Buddha and demon as one, that was the root of Monk Chan Zhi's cultivation!

Buddha is demon, demon is Buddha.

Hell descended upon this place, and the earth Qi and water Qi below were completely chaotic!

Boundless black mist emerged all around, like hazy clouds, dust, fierce winds, and heavy rain, constantly bringing forth evil karma, evil speech, evil intent, and evil return. Demonic mist surged all around, evil aura permeated, as if a heavenly demon had descended.

The Formation was rooted in the environment.

And the surrounding environment had been forcibly changed.

The virtual Dharma Idol that had been constructed was about to collapse.

The reason why such Formations are difficult to succeed lies in this: unless they come with a separate foundation, otherwise, relying solely on the power of heaven and earth, they can easily be cut off by others.

The power of heaven and earth, if you can use it, others can too; it just depends on whose skill is higher.

A seventh-rank expert can change heaven and earth. If your Formation is formed by borrowing the power of heaven and earth, as long as you can't defend the surrounding heaven and earth, then it's all in vain.

However, everything was within expectations.

Seeing this, Shen Shuibi formed hand seals, and then the old horse behind her suddenly flew out.

The old horse, already prepared, quickly flew over. Shen Shuibi flipped onto its back and galloped away swiftly.

It was time to evacuate.

And Zhang Lan had already run away; after recovering from that sword strike, he had already slipped away.

Without the Gundam, an eighth-rank Cultivator's cultivation here was just cannon fodder, so it was better to run quickly.

However, Chan Zhi did not pursue. On the contrary, he suddenly sat down in place, clasped his hands together, and reined himself in.

Because that tottering Dharma Idol suddenly lit up.

Earth Qi and water Qi began to surge.

Isn't it just self-destruction?

Guangyang Sicheng can do it, so why can't Shen Shuibi?

The furnace was already filled with flammable shavings, only a tiny spark was needed for it to burst into flames.

Monk Chan Zhi frowned. He also sensed that the Formation below was at its limit. After two consecutive sword strikes, the Formation was already tottering and about to be completely destroyed by the form of Hell.

However, the Formation was about to explode.

If he pursued, not only would he fail to catch them, but he would also easily be injured by the self-destruction.

So he stabilized his mind, and the Demon God's Body began to shrink, from the previous sky-covering size to that of a child.

He contracted his power and stabilized his defense.

Although this would make him more susceptible to one-on-one damage like a commoner's sword, he would be less affected by the large-scale explosion of a self-destruction.

The Dragon Steed and Shen Shuibi ran farther and farther.

However, it didn't matter.

They couldn't escape.

Even if that Dragon Steed burst forth with all its might, it could only cover a li in an instant, and for a maximum of a few minutes.

Although the Dragon Steed was fast, considered exceptionally fast among ninth-ranks, it was nothing in the eyes of Monk Chan Zhi.

This speed was like taking a stroll in front of him.

How fast is a seventh-rank?

Just look at Guangyang Sicheng just now; in only three or four breaths, he had run over a hundred li, escaping his interference range and getting away.

Although that was an extreme speed, similar to a desperate hundred-meter dash, it also showcased the swiftness of a seventh-rank, and this was because neither side specialized in sprinting.

If there was a seventh-rank who specialized in speed, it wouldn't be difficult to increase their speed by dozens of times.

Wait, where is Guangyang Sicheng?

He—

Monk Chan Zhi had just a hint of this doubt when he saw countless Spiritual Artifacts shimmering in the sky, forming a continuous starry sky of Spiritual Artifacts.

At some unknown point, Guangyang Sicheng had actually returned!

And he was even attacking him with a face full of indignation!?

Where did he get the courage?

— — — — — — — — — —

One hundred and fifty li away, Wang Baiyan stood on the mountain peak, gently fanning himself with a folding fan, gazing at the distant battlefield.

His task was to wait outside and carry out some planning missions.

Within a hundred li, there was probably no living thing left now; all birds, beasts, fish, and fowl had been swallowed by Hell.

A true human Hell.

Hell was presented on a small scale here, with countless demons and evil spirits, and only wailing existed between heaven and earth.

Ghosts and gods ran rampant, thorns, mosquitoes, gnats, bees, stings, vipers, poisonous insects, hot winds, and black sand rushed forth, devouring everything.

Evil views and perversion enveloped a hundred-li radius, and all beings within it were entangled by the ten evil karmas.

When human bodies are destroyed and lives end, they all fall into Hell.

The battle of a seventh-rank was too terrifying.

However, Li Qi was even more terrifying.

Just now, that seventh-rank Guangyang Sicheng fled to this place.

According to Li Qi's instructions, Wang Baiyan handed him a sealed letter.

Wang Baiyan didn't know the content, and no one had opened it.

However, that esteemed seventh-rank Sicheng Lord, who cherished his life immensely, a man like a mouse, after seeing Li Qi's letter, gritted his teeth and actually turned back.

He really wanted to know what was written in the letter.

Thinking these thoughts, Wang Baiyan turned around, respectfully cupped his hands, and said to a thin, small, blond man behind him: "Has Rat King observed the situation clearly?"

The thin, small, blond man, who looked forty or fifty years old, was ugly, with a hunched back and a short stature, only about five feet tall.

All his hair was golden, including his head hair, eyebrows, and even his chest hair, but it didn't glow.

His teeth were sharp, and his prominent front teeth were very noticeable.

He looked like a foreigner, but from the address, it was already known who this person was.

The Rat King of Rat Soil Mound.

Undoubtedly, he was also a seventh-rank expert, one who had come from the far west of the world to the Southwest of the world with Monk Chan Zhi.

"I've seen it clearly, but based on my understanding of Chan Zhi, the strength you've shown now gives you less than a ten percent chance of winning. So far, that fellow hasn't even revealed his true strength yet," the Rat King said, grinning, as he looked at the distant battlefield.

There, the terrifying pressure before the Formation's self-destruction, and countless Spiritual Artifact lights in the sky, were still shining.

The battle continued.

"Then, what if Rat King intervenes?" Wang Baiyan asked again.

"If I intervene, the chances of winning are fifty percent," the Rat King said: "Now you know why I insisted on seeing you make a move before deciding whether to intervene, right?"

"Is that demon monk really that powerful? I saw that he had already used all his Divine Abilities earlier, and they were all top-notch Divine Abilities. Whether it was the Peacock King Mantra, or the three-inch buddha country, or the Buddha-Demon Unity which transformed the Buddha Country into the form of Hell, they were all extremely powerful. Does he still have a trump card?" Wang Baiyan frowned.

"Buddha-Demon Unity, Buddha-Demon Unity. Did you see the demon? Or did you see the Buddha?" the Rat King retorted.

Wang Baiyan took a deep breath, and immediately understood.

Monk Chan Zhi's trump card was the Buddha-Demon Unity.

Not the Buddha of Peacock King, nor the demon of the form of Hell, but the two combined into one.

No wonder.

However, after hearing this, Wang Baiyan immediately cupped his hands: "Then, Rat King, what do you think of Young Master's promise? This demon monk is so powerful; if he is used as a blood sacrifice, I imagine Rat Soil Mound will benefit immensely, right? Young Master has already agreed not to take a single bit of the blood sacrifice power."