Chapter 208: Kill the demon monk (IV)

Chan Zhi, the Great Master, shrunk his body. This way, in a large-scale explosion, he could better preserve himself because the force-bearing area was smaller, and the force endured was less.

It was like a hammer that could smash a hard boulder but found it difficult to smash a grain of dust, because the dust was too small and virtually impervious to force.

However, shrinking the body also brought the disadvantage of increased damage from single-target attacks.

It was a simple principle: a giant a hundred meters tall, if stabbed by a sword, would feel like a toothpick prick, completely painless and useless.

But if a child were stabbed by a sword, it would be a fatal injury.

And at this moment, this was the scene.

Li Qi had not arranged all of this; after all, even he could only plan some larger matters. The specific tactical details, including the setting of those Formations, were actually all arranged by Shen Shuibi herself.

She was never a foolish person.

Her usual dull appearance was actually just because most of her energy was devoted to studying Dao.

Compared to the vast, complex, but very interesting research work, external mundane affairs were truly boring and tiresome.

However, when Shen Shuibi was willing to use her mind on non-research matters, anyone would find that she could instantly become astute and intelligent in most situations, never missing any opportunity.

Just like now.

Chan Zhi, the Great Master, instantly fell into a dilemma.

Guangyang Sicheng's combat power was not strong. As a practitioner of the Dao of Reason Dao, he was more skilled in craftsmanship, which meant setting up Formations, making Spiritual Artifacts, constructing earthworks, and distributing Mountain and Water Deities , and the like.

This also aligned with his duties; the position of Sicheng was originally for this purpose.

But no matter what, he was also a seventh-rank.

The Spiritual Artifact Star River in the sky, with seven seventh-rank Spiritual Artifacts as its core and tens of thousands of lower-rank ones as auxiliary, had considerable power.

Such an attack would normally not injure Chan Zhi, the Great Master.

If he manifested as the Peacock King Dharma, then with the Peacock's characteristics of being impervious to all Dao and having all poisons increase his benefits, this Spiritual Artifact Star River would, as before, not shake him in the slightest.

But the problem was that the Formation below was self-destructing.

That also reached seventh-rank damage, and furthermore, there was something within it that Chan Zhi, the Great Master, could not see through.

Chan Zhi, the Great Master, felt that if he transformed into the Peacock King Dharma, although he would be immune to the damage from that Spiritual Artifact Star River, the self-destruction below would definitely make him pay a great price.

Weighing the two, he chose to resist the explosion below, as for the Spiritual Artifact Star River...

Whatever.

What could a piece of trash do, no matter what?

Ordinary injuries simply had no effect.

So, having made his decision, he fully defended in place, quietly waiting for the attack to arrive.

At the same time, he was brewing his counterattack killer move.

The attack arrived.

The seven seventh-rank Spiritual Artifacts in that Spiritual Artifact Star River transformed into seven stars, forming the shape of a dipper.

Reflected in the waves, the Star-Mansion Array hung down, dense clouds and mist dotted the high forms.

The seven stars, the Yang number is complete at seven, hence called the seven stars, meaning the Yang Qi has been exhausted, which is why there is a saying that 'the Southern Dipper governs birth, the Northern Dipper governs death. All Mortals are conceived through the Southern Dipper and pass through the Northern Dipper; all prayers are directed towards the Northern Dipper.'

The Northern Dipper, the Dipper is the throat and tongue of heaven. At this moment, it was time for the Northern Dipper to speak of death!

The stars were as large as the moon, entering the Northern Dipper, making a thunderous sound!

This was Guangyang Sicheng's desperate killer move, a Dao centered on the Northern Dipper of heaven.

The killing of the Northern Dipper is called Heaven's Killing!

The common curse 'you Heaven-killed one' among Mortals originated from this.

A vast killing intent enveloped everything.

This was not human killing intent.

But Heaven's killing intent.

What is Heaven's killing intent?

When the Northern Dipper's handle points east, spring is throughout the world; when the Northern Dipper's handle points south, summer is throughout the world; when the Northern Dipper's handle points west, autumn is throughout the world; when the Northern Dipper's handle points north, winter is throughout the world.

When it points north, that is the time of肃杀 (solemn killing).

In winter, when all things wither, that is Heaven's killing intent.

The entire world would fall into death!

Leaves withered, plants dried up, water veins ran dry, mountains and rivers were covered in snow, and even humans would lose vitality. The Yang Qi between heaven and earth would also be exhausted, and the Life Qi of all things would cease.

This was Heaven's Killing!

Guangyang Sicheng's Dao was to use the method of Heaven's Killing to complete his ultimate killer move!

Yellow leaves danced in the western wind throughout the courtyard, heaven and earth displayed their solemn killing power.

The four mountains were dim as if splattered with ink, and a desolate Yin Qi spread bleakly.

The rustling autumn wind was mournful, and the willows had already withered.

Heaven's will is stern and deadly, and all things are destroyed!

Then, Chan Zhi, the Great Master's body suddenly experienced a strange effect.

His skin began to wrinkle, his muscles atrophied, and his pupils turned dull yellow.

The killing of humans begins with conflict, appears in weapons, and ends in flesh and blood.

The killing of earth begins with earthquakes, appears in ground fire, and ends in dust and ash.

The killing of heaven begins with autumn wind, appears in cold winter, and ends in desolation.

To bear Heaven's Killing in a human body would result in rapid aging and exhaustion, just like plants in winter, eventually losing their Life Qi and dying.

There were no external injuries, and it was impossible to resist.

However, there were exceptions.

Plum blossoms and pine trees could still remain green and bloom in winter.

Animals could hibernate, and humans could huddle indoors for warmth, quietly waiting for spring to arrive.

Therefore, Chan Zhi, the Great Master, held his breath and entered a state of hibernation.

What is the method of hibernation?

In the cold winter season, when the weather is hidden, creatures like turtles and snakes hibernate and do not eat, waiting for spring to arrive and Life Qi to revive before waking up.

In spring, there is spring thunder. When spring thunder rings out and bursts forth Life Qi, these hibernating existences will awaken.

Therefore, there is a solar term in spring called 'Awakening of Insects'.

It means to call forth all the hibernating, hidden lives.

This is part of the cycle of heaven and earth.

This is Dao, a test of comprehensive ability.

All things have their natural checks and balances, one thing overcomes another. If you only specialize in one Dao, unless your cultivation is so profound that you can ignore the Dao of checks and balances, you will certainly be restrained by compatibility.

Of course, if you are strong enough, that's not a problem. One sword breaking all Dao is not nonexistent.

However, most people cannot do it.

Therefore, the choice for most people is to prevent themselves from being restrained as much as possible, and at the same time, to restrain the opponent as much as possible. This is the essence of Dao.

If Dao was just a competition of whose magical power was stronger, whose cultivation was deeper, and whose spell power was greater, then there would be no need to fight. Everyone would just show each other a hand and know the winner, why fight to the death?

This was the case with Li Qi and Jin Buhuan that time, and the current situation.

Therefore, hiding one's foundation, not being probed by the enemy, or even if probed, finding no way to restrain it, is very important.

Unfortunately, Chan Zhi, the Great Master's foundation, Li Qi probed very clearly.

He was very confident, feeling that Li Qi posed no threat at all, or... even if there was a threat, there was no solution.

For his Dao, and to solidify his foundation towards the sixth-rank, he had no choice but to reveal his foundation to Li Qi.

It was like seeing a doctor: you must clearly state your physical condition, and if it's unclear, you need to undergo examinations.

Chan Zhi, the Great Master, felt he had done very well.

He endured Guangyang Sicheng's attack head-on and used the hibernation method to resist the ravages of Heaven's Killing.

He also shrunk his body, using the demon country and ghost realm to resist the self-destruction of the Formation below.

Thus, it could be called foolproof.

He waited calmly; this wave of attacks would at most cause minor injuries.

The Seven Stars Heaven's Killing was easily withstood.

The self-destruction below roared, shattering the ground for tens of miles. A huge mushroom cloud rose, dispersing the Spiritual Artifact Star River in the sky. An area of a hundred miles was literally scraped away.

This area of Guangyang became a barren land...

No, not a barren land, but a red land.

No, that's not right. It should be said, first a barren land, then it turned into a red land.

Initially, there was a strong impact and high temperature.

The high temperature produced a bright light, which rapidly expanded, like the sun, making this area appear white. From a distance, it looked as if the earth had turned white.

That light was far brighter than the sun, the shockwave exceeded the speed of sound, and the soft soil and sand were directly compacted by the intense pressure, turning an area of tens of miles into a mud slab.

The subsequent high temperature burned the mud slab until it was crystal clear, and the mud slab turned into glass. The entire land became glass, making one feel only its beauty.

At this time, the molten glass was that brilliant bright red, looking like a dream from afar.

However, beauty and cruelty do not conflict.

Within the self-destruction range, whether it was a Demonic Overlord, a wild beast, or vegetation, or even things hidden deep underground, all turned into ashes, or became part of the flowing molten glass.

Fortunately, there was no one nearby.

However, Chan Zhi, the Great Master's demon god body was also injured.

Two consecutive unexpected killer moves had already caused him moderate damage.

However, it was useless. Even if he only had one breath left, he was not someone these people could threaten.

Furthermore, after the aftermath of the explosion ended, he easily grabbed Guangyang Sicheng's throat with one hand and lifted him up.

Guangyang Sicheng, who had returned, was captured alive by him after only one exchange, barely injuring Chan Zhi, the Great Master.

This Great Master's strength was surprisingly terrifying!

Chan Zhi, the Great Master, pinched Guangyang Sicheng's throat, holding him up, and said with a gentle smile: “This humble monk is not skilled in Artifact Refining. Now that I have you, it makes up for a big shortcoming.”

Although he was smiling, his demon god body appeared extremely terrifying, with cold eyes, sticky drool, and fine needle-like teeth protruding, making him incredibly horrifying.

Guangyang Sicheng, on the other hand, twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing an ugly smile: “Chan Zhi, Great Master... aren't you curious?”

Chan Zhi tilted his head: “Curious about what?”

Guangyang Sicheng's smile was uglier than a cry, and he said helplessly: “Great Master, aren't you curious why someone like me, who is so afraid of death and timid, would suddenly return to fight you to the death?”

Chan Zhi, the Great Master, frowned. This was indeed a bit strange.

The opponent had already run away, why would he come back? He hadn't planned to bother with this person, but he actively ran back to fight him to the death.

Was it necessary?

So, Chan Zhi, the Great Master, said: “That is indeed true, why? Was someone behind you forcing you to come? But this humble monk didn't feel—”

However, Chan Zhi stopped halfway through his sentence.

Suddenly, his body split open.

It truly split open.

As if something had gnawed at it, his body shattered inch by inch. In just an instant, his lower body was chewed to pieces, blood foam and flesh as thin as cicada wings, as delicate as thinly sliced beef rolls.

Chan Zhi was stunned.

Who? What?!

He ignored Guangyang Prefect in his hand, directly throwing him away, then pressed his hands together. His demon god body suddenly erupted, five hundred lights shone down, and countless ghost gods of the heavens surrounded him, front and back, unleashing a huge repulsive force, trying to push away the hidden existence that was constantly gnawing at him.

However, it was useless.

As the repulsive force spread, Guangyang Sicheng was flung more than ten miles, landing in the molten glass pool on the ground, in a sorry state, but at least not dead.

But Chan Zhi, the Great Master's body was still being continuously sliced into pieces of flesh, blood foam splattering, and flesh pieces fluttering down like cicada wings.

That mysterious existence was not affected in the slightest.

Chan Zhi, the Great Master, was greatly alarmed!

His eyes turned cold, and he immediately pressed his palms together.

The Three-Inch Demon Country reappeared.

But this time, it was not outward, but inward.

Chan Zhi, the Great Master's body immediately fell into Hell!

His four hands, holding bowls, brought out another bowl, from which a strong stench emanated. Inside was rotten pus.

He then shouted: “The Pus and Blood Hell is five hundred Yojanas wide, and within this Hell, there is natural pus and blood! It scalds the lips and tongue, and from the throat to the belly, it penetrates all the way down, rotting everything. The bitter poison is acrid and sour, and the multitude of pains is unbearable! Benefactor, let us fall into Hell together!”

After speaking, hot boiling liquid surged from the bowl, the pus and blood boiling hot like scalding soup. This directly caused Chan Zhi, the Great Master's body, hands, feet, and face to all rot away!

Then, he took the pus and blood and ate it himself, as the soup boiled and surged, turning up and down, from mouth to bottom, from bottom to mouth, rotting both inside and out!

Just looking at it made one's scalp tingle!

This fellow was not only ruthless to others but also to himself!

This move immediately caused a golden-furred rat, no bigger than a Xiao Gou, beneath him to quickly flee.

“Cough... Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!” The golden-furred rat spat continuously, its mouth full of pus and blood, utterly filthy, almost retching: “You Great Master! Do you have any shame left?!”

“Rat King?” It was Chan Zhi, the Great Master, who stopped the Hell manifestation of the Three-Inch Demon Country, his eyes dark.

The moment he saw the Rat King, he fully understood. All of Li Qi's arrangements, he now understood.

Chan Zhi, the Great Master, said: “Since you're here, it means Li Qi secretly told you, right? You want to sacrifice me with blood?”

The Rat King floated in the air, chuckled, and replied: “That is natural. When we negotiated, crossing half the world to come to the Shaman God Mountain territory, what was it for?”

“You coveted the Shaman Dao Balance Dao, so that your demonic thoughts would no longer be an obstacle, and I wanted to offer sacrifices and incense, so that the Rat Soil Mound could shed its demon body and become a divine rat.”

“But now? You have your Shaman Dao Balance Dao, where is my incense? Where are the sacrifices you promised me?” The Rat King said with a chuckle, but his tone was very cold.

This was the opportunity Li Qi spoke of!

Ever since he detected the Gu art, he had concluded that there must be an irreconcilable contradiction between Chan Zhi, the Great Master, and the Rat Soil Mound!

This was the third killer move.

“But who will preside over the sacrifice? In all of Guangyang, besides Li Qi, no one can preside over such a sacrifice. If someone above eighth-rank appeared, I should have detected them long ago. If you kill me, no one will offer you sacrifices,” Chan Zhi, the Great Master, said with a dark expression.

“Is there not?” The Rat King tilted his head and retorted.

No sooner had he spoken than, all around, a thousand mountains rose!

Throughout Guangyang, countless Mountain and Water Deities simultaneously shouted!

Because the Mountain and River Grand Formation, used to resist the Swallowing Heaven Demon Nest, had been activated!

Chan Zhi, the Great Master, was astonished!

Impossible! Guangyang has no one who can preside over the Mountain and River Grand Formation!

In his impression, only Li Qi could!

But now Li Qi was inside his Pagoda, absolutely unable to come out!

Who was presiding over this sacrifice?

At the same time.

A thousand miles away, the one presiding over the sacrifice was looking over through some means.

No one in Guangyang recognized this person presiding over the sacrifice.

But Li Qi did.

A disciple of the Grand Diviner, another Young Master of Shaman God Mountain.

Bo Yue.