Chapter 431 Chen Dashan
Little Lime Fairy felt it carefully and said in her heart: "These people are extremely powerful, but there is a strange aura in their bodies - they are not in the right way! They are not normal human beings, they are stronger than demons, and the degree of evil is deeper!"
She was shocked and immediately woke up.
"These people are disasters!"
She quietly came outside the temple door, stood on the back of Chen Shi's head, looked into the distance, and thought to herself, "There are two kinds of disasters, one is grown from demons, and the other is evolved from monks. Although both disasters are demons,
they can be regarded as different races. I don't know which kind of disaster they are?"
Demons are born from the entanglement of resentment and demonic energy in the underworld. They are a strange life born in the underworld. They are invisible and have no quality. They are just a ball of demonic thoughts with vitality and no body. They sometimes attach themselves to flowers in the underworld and appear in the form of devil flowers, trying to enter the human world from the underworld and obtain their true form.
In many places in the underworld where yin is permeated, you can often see such magic flowers, trying to cross the two realms of yin and yang to pollute the yin world.
After arriving in the underworld, the demon abandoned the magic flower and attached itself to the human body, producing demon seeds that polluted the surrounding world, assimilated and absorbed them, and grew rapidly. Only when it grows to its full body will it be considered a true demon.
But disaster and calamity are different.
Demons have no entity at the beginning, but disasters often have entities.
When demons have a body and continue to grow, they can evolve into disasters. If disasters continue to grow, they can evolve into disasters.
But there is another type of disaster that is not evolved from demons, but is caused by monks in the Ascension Realm, when the heaven and earth are combined, and are polluted by evil spirits, resulting in direct disasters.
Similarly, there is also a type of misfortune, which is caused by the evil transformation of heaven and earth, causing the immortals to change into misfortune.
In that era of the Little Fairy, the sun was extinguished and the moon was polluted. Many immortals in the remaining parts of the Mysterious Bird Heaven could not bear the pollution, and all suffered misfortunes and turned into misfortunes. She is also one of them, but she is more decisive. When disaster strikes, she takes the initiative to break the world of Hedao, seals herself, and puts herself in a state of broken Dao without disaster.
Later, in the era of King Zhen, the court of the King of Zhen discovered Baiyu Xiaoxiao in Qixia Temple, and found that she was hiding in another broken world, trying to return to the sun, so she was suppressed by His Highness Lan Yue.
Because when she walks out of that broken world, she will involuntarily join the path, pollute the outside world, and become a real disaster.
Later, when she returned to the earth, she was attacked by the Nine Palaces of the True King. She was seriously injured and lost. She was smashed into the underworld along with Kanxianqiao Blessed Land. She failed to return to the world. She was hit hard on the head by Chen Shi and stuffed into the small temple, causing her to merge with the space of Chen Shi's small temple when she returned to the world.
Chen Shi's small temple was not polluted and did not have any evil spirits, so there was no disaster or misfortune.
But because of the space in Hedao Temple, she also fell from disaster level to disaster level.
Although Little Fairy has experienced the Great Shang evil incident and has some understanding of disasters and disasters, her understanding is limited. She can sense that those people are disaster-level demons, but she cannot tell whether they are humans or demons.
However, demons, disasters, and misfortunes are no longer human beings, but another race, full of evil spirits, and the heart of Taoism is full of demonic nature, which is the most dangerous!
The little fairy was secretly alert.
Before the word "qiu" could be spoken, a red sword light suddenly flashed by. Dou Qi was stunned and looked at the wound on his finger. All his energy and blood were flowing uncontrollably from the wound on his finger to the sword in Chen Shi's hand!
This wound was obviously very small, but it seemed like a dam had burst. His physical body, and even his soul, began to melt away!
He did it quickly, and in an instant he fell to the ground like a mummy.
Chen Shi's eyes twitched, and he said solemnly: "You can avenge the young master, but you must not insult the reputation of our champion. The number one scholar is what we worked hard to get, and there is no moisture at all!"
There was silence all around.
At this time, a voice came from the crowd: "You clearly didn't pass even one of the essay exams. It's just a small official who is writing for you -"
Chen Shi's eyes were full of fierceness, and he slashed away with a knife. The man who spoke was a meritorious officer of the Fu Zheng Pavilion. He raised his hand to cover his neck, and blood flowed out from between his fingers. After shaking twice, the body fell to the ground.
"Kill him to avenge the young master!" Qin Su shouted.
"Revenge for the young master Ren Feng!
The whole Ren family was filled with anger, and they were rushing here. The monks set up shrines, prepared spells, and some brought fire and thunderbolts. Zi.
Ren Xiao's face was gloomy. He did not take action directly, but mobilized his soul. The soul was sitting in the void realm, mobilizing all the forces in the realm, preparing to find out Chen Shi's strength and give him a fatal blow.
Chen Shi was only in the state of transformation into gods when he killed the young master in the palace examination. No matter how fast his cultivation level improved, now he could only reach the realm of void cultivation. But the sword was really weird, which made Ren Xiao want to see the origin of this sword first, so as not to be hurt by it.
Shui Xuanzhi did not take action, his eyes always fell on the blood-transforming magic sword in Chen Shi's hand.
He also noticed that the knife was strange and unpredictable.
But what frightened him even more was that just now, Chen Shi stabbed two people in a row and he couldn't see clearly how Chen Shi used the sword and how he injured Dou Qi and Dou Qi!
He is a Sanren in the Mahayana realm and a member of the Sanren organization. Although he is obsessed with power and strategy, his cultivation has never fallen behind. Except for the patriarchs of the Thirteenth Family and some celebrities, no one else in the world is his opponent.
But the two swords struck by Chen Shi just now really frightened him. If he were to face these swords by himself, he might not be able to block them!
"Chen Shi's strength cannot improve so fast!"
His eyes fell on the back of Chen Shi's head again. The sea of blood hell seemed to be only the size of a washbasin, standing behind Chen Shi's head. However, if you look closely, it is thousands of miles wide and hidden in the void, so it doesn't seem big!
"This sea of blood is actually another realm of void!"
Shui Xuanzhi's heart beat violently, and he suddenly thought of the key!
The Great Void Realm can only be developed by monks who have returned to the Void Realm. In the Mahayana Realm, the Mahayana can be refined and merged with the physical soul to achieve a state where the body is the vast and boundless void.
But the great realm of emptiness is not really vast and boundless. In fact, the great realm of emptiness in the Mahayana realm is only a thousand miles away at most. It's not that it can't go beyond a thousand miles, it's that it can't maintain a larger range.
Without qualitative improvement in cultivation, it is impossible to go beyond a thousand miles.
And the sea of blood behind Chen Shi's head was thousands of miles wide!
Obviously, in terms of cultivation, Chen Shi has far surpassed him!
"Escape!"
Such an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he did not hesitate at all, and immediately jumped into the air and took a step forward. With this step, he shrunk the ground to an inch, and the entire city of Bozhou was no more than an inch under his feet.
Mahayana realm cultivator, a top existence in the world, whose cultivation strength is truly unpredictable.
If a strong man in the Mahayana realm wants to escape, no one can leave him behind. This is the consensus of almost all monks in Xiniu Xinzhou!
The moment he rose into the air, the sword light poured down like a vast ocean, and everyone fell into the ocean in an instant. Even Ren Xiao, a master who was still in the Void Realm, waited for the opportunity to take action, but failed to wait.
Swamped by the light of the sword!
Shui Xuanzhi looked down and saw the light of the sword all over the city. The entire city of Bozhou seemed to have been submerged in floods and disappeared.
"Fortunately, I ran fast!"
He had just thought of this when he suddenly felt his cultivation draining away rapidly. He hurriedly looked down and saw that he had been stabbed on his calf at some point, leaving a shallow scar.
His blood and essence are flowing crazily from this wound to Bozhou below!
"A little injury is no problem!"
Shui Xuanzhi fled away quickly, mobilized his cultivation to suppress the wound, but he couldn't suppress it!
He seemed to have leaked. In just a few moments, most of his cultivation and energy and blood were lost.
Shui Xuanzhi staggered, flew another hundred miles, and came to a moon. Finally, all his energy and blood were lost, and his soul was turned into blood and water, and fell from the sky.
Before he died, he saw that the moon was only two or three miles in diameter, and there were a few people in strange costumes standing on it, looking at him with a look of gloating.
his soul collapsed and his soul flew out from his soul.
His soul tried hard to grasp the body, but was pulled by a strange force and flew towards Bozhou along with the blood flow.
His figure appeared in a sea of blood, surrounded by the ghosts of thousands of people in the Ren family,
As well as the ghosts of the Fuzheng Pavilion.
They slowly flew up from the sea of blood and were pinned in the air by an inexplicable force.
Chen Shi sheathed his sword, and the bodies of Ren Xiao, Qin Su and others fell down one after another.
He walked out of Ren's house, and suddenly his stomach rumbled like thunder, and he smiled: "I'm hungry."
There were people on the street looking at Ren's house with appreciative expressions on their faces. When they saw him coming out, they hurriedly hid behind the door or around the corner, not daring to look at him.
Chen Shi raised his hand, and immediately four or five people flew over involuntarily.
The faces of those people were ashen.
· Chen Shi said: "Is there food to eat?"
· One of the brave ones cried out: "Where is there food? Eating dirt is just the same."
· "Is the uncle going to eat people?"
Chen Shi left them behind and said with a smile, "Why are you eating them? Everyone in the Ren family ate them. We killed them all with one knife. The Ren family has rice, flour, grain, oil, and meat. You go and bring some out and cook for us. If you don't do well,
We are really going to eat people. "
Everyone was surprised and happy, and they came out from behind the door and around the corner. An old man came up and said tremblingly: "This hero, is everyone in the Ren family really dead?"
Chen Shi gave him a warning look and said: "If you dare to question us even a little bit, I will kill you old man too!"
The old man was so happy that he hurriedly ran to Ren's house, but he stumbled when he went up the steps. He rolled and crawled into Ren's house.
After a while, the old man ran out happily, dancing and shouting: "Dead! Everyone in the Ren family is dead!"
The people in Bozhou City cheered and rushed into Ren's house. Some were crying, some were laughing, some were carrying food,
they were carrying meat, and leading animals. Everyone was like going to a market, and it was lively.
There are children sitting on the ground, holding a white-faced steamed bun in their hands, pushing it down their throats, but their eyes are turning white from laughter. His mother ran over and fed him two mouthfuls of water before he recovered.
Chen Shi clenched the blood-transforming magic knife and looked at these men, women, old and children who were enjoying the festival with an unkind expression, thinking that if these people did not cook for him, he would send them all to the Blood Sea Hell to be reformed and become good ghosts.
Suddenly, the old man who was the first to break into Ren's house ran up to him, lifted up his clothes and bowed down.
“O good man!” He burst into tears.
Many people put down the food in their hands and bowed to Chen Shi: "Great good man!"
Chen Shi was a little at a loss as he held the Tianluo Blood Transforming Magic Sword.
At this time, some people who looked like cooks were cooking and cooking, and there were women standing beside them.
Several young women invited Chen Shi to a nearby restaurant and rubbed his shoulders and back. There were also some who looked like scholars came to serve tea and served him with kind words. From time to time, men and women brought their children into the building to kneel down and worship their benefactor.
Chen Shi was restless and thought to himself: "Am I possessed by a demon? Am I really controlled by my good friends? Am I not vicious enough?"
The little fairy sat at the door of the temple, holding her chin in her hands, watching this scene, showing a slight smile, thinking: "He was controlled by the magic knife, but he did a good thing. It seems that he is not deeply possessed. There is still hope."
Several ginseng grass dolls slipped out of the small temple from behind her, shrugged their noses, and smelled the aroma of the food coming from outside.
One of the ginseng dolls picked off a ginseng fruit on her head and presented it to the little fairy as if to please.
"I won't eat it, thank you."
The little fairy refused, and saw the ginseng grass doll holding its own fruit, wanting to cry without tears, not knowing what to do with the fruit. She had no choice but to accept the ginseng fruit, eat it, and then go to the temple to collect the essence of the sun and moon from the ancestral court. After a while, she refined some dew and sprinkled it on the land in front of the temple.
The spiritual grasses have taken root in front of the temple again and are growing better.
I am just looking around in the small temple for free. From now on, I can often practice some dew and water it. "The little fairy thought.
Chen Shi was being served so awkwardly that he couldn't even try to be a bad person and rebel. Fortunately, the food was quickly cooked and everyone brought it to him. The table was set for Chen Shi to enjoy alone.
Chen Shi held a knife in his right hand and chopsticks in his left hand. It was quite inconvenient, so a girl came forward, got the dishes and dishes, and fed him carefully.
"It's not easy to kill people." Chen Dashan thought to himself.
His right hand became looser and looser, and he gradually seemed to be about to put down the blood-transforming magic sword.
This atmosphere was so peaceful and humane. The smoke and fire in the world was more effective than any Buddhist method to suppress the demonic nature or any Taoist method to refine the demonic nature. It unknowingly diluted the demonic nature and murderous intent of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword, making him feel at peace in his heart.
Suddenly, Chen Shi once again grasped the blood-melting magic knife and stared at the door of the restaurant.
At the door of the restaurant, a monk, a monk, and a Confucian all stepped forward, walked into the restaurant, and came towards him.
The remaining chapters will be made up tomorrow!