Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 634 Verbal Killing! Tongue to Tongue!
"Om-"

The witch's sword was suddenly drawn, carrying a crimson light, and slashed at the ferocious evil spirits and malevolent ghosts that rushed in from all directions.

At the same instant, the beast whip wrapped around Shang Lu's waist also roared out under the control of his essence.

The whip's shadow transformed into countless dragons, lashing out at enemies from all directions with a piercing shriek.

"Puff puff puff puff——"

The explosions continued in succession.

With a slash of the sorcerer's blade and a sweep of the beast's whip, the numerous ferocious demons and monsters that had rushed towards them were instantly shredded and annihilated!
However, a bizarre and strange scene then unfolded.

The evil spirits and fierce gods that were cut down by the witch's sword and shattered by the beast's whip did not vanish or disappear.

Their shattered, dark limbs were not only writhing and twitching, but also rapidly converging and sticking together...

In an instant, countless shattered remains began to devour and merge with each other, twisting and deforming into an even larger, more chaotic new monster!

Many severed limbs and broken bodies sprouted new gaping maws and venomous eyes, transforming into individual entities that, together with the newly born monsters, once again pounced on Shang Lu!

This scene of being impossible to kill or eradicate reminded Shang Lu of the "Bigao Snake" he had encountered before.

However, the "Bigo Serpent" cannot be killed by physical means because of the rules of the secret realm.

However, this place is the county school of Jiang State, and it is impossible for any secret realm rules to exist here.

So, is it an illusion?

wrong!

Shang Lu's mind raced, and he instantly dismissed the guess.

He now possesses the cultivation of a minor mastery of enlightenment and is practicing the "Heart Sutra of Supreme Goodness Like Water," his mind as clear as a mirror.

If these strange objects were truly products of an illusion, he should have noticed something!

"Neither rules nor illusions, then let me glimpse your true nature!"

As soon as Shang Lu had a thought, a vertical pupil immediately opened between his brows.

A discerning mind and insightful eyes shine forth, piercing through the fog.

At that very moment, the lung god statue in the Five Internal Organs Temple spewed out a puff of white steam.

The breath entered his nasal cavity, instantly enhancing Shang Lu's sense of smell, and he then detected a very faint scent of ink.

The smell of ink was masked by the strong stench of blood and a menacing aura.

If it weren't for the blessing of the Lung God statue, Pokeweed might not have been able to smell it.

At the same time, under the blessing of the liver god statue, Shang Lu's spiritual insight also glimpsed the truth from the surrounding evil spirits and fierce gods that could not be killed or destroyed—

At its core were clumps of writhing ink, exuding an eerie aura! Bound by an invisible force, they constantly writhed and shaped... No wonder they were impossible to kill or destroy!

"A demon in disguise, how dare you act so fiercely and show off?"

Shang Lu snorted coldly, raised his hand to wipe his face, and put on the Dongjun Nuo mask.

Although the power of the East God is weak at night, the blazing sunlight is still the nemesis of these evil ghosts!
"boom--"

The witch's knife and the beast whip immediately burst into flames!

Even the wind of the blades and the shadows of the whips were imbued with the true fire of the sun!

The ink demon, which was not afraid of being chopped by knives or whipped, was like snow being splashed with boiling water the moment it touched the true fire of the sun, making a "sizzling" sound.

The dark body dried up rapidly and cracked.

It was immediately blasted into charred dust by the violent wind of blades and whips, falling in a flurry, never to be regenerated!
However, deep within the thick fog, even more malevolent spirits and evil gods continued to emerge like a tidal wave!

"The Xun position!"

Suddenly, Third Sister spoke up to remind her.

Without hesitation, Shang Lu, driven by his thoughts, channeled his essence and energy into the witch's blade, transforming it into a crimson bolt of lightning that crashed down towards the southeast, where the Xun position was located!
"Shoot-"

A sound of leather tearing suddenly arose from the Xun position.

The wind whistled through the mist.

Shang Lu's sharp eyes instantly spotted a human skin that had been shredded by the blade's energy!

On the human skin, black human blood was used as ink to pierce dense, twisted witchcraft spells and countless frenzied ghost patterns!

It turned out to be a painting called "Ten Thousand Ghosts" created using evil magic!
For the sake of this picture, countless innocent lives have been lost!

Shang Lu grunted, his eyes flashing with fury.

"burn--"

Amidst the fierce shouts, the divine light of Dongjun Nuo's face shone brightly, drawing upon the true fire of the sun to burn away the evil human skin, along with the strange witchcraft and ferocious ghost shadows on it!
"Ah—my baby!"

A mournful and indignant shriek echoed from within the mist.

"You ruined my precious baby! How dare you..."

The pokeweed, listening to the sound, pinpointed the enemy's location instantly.

The beast whip transformed into a bolt of lightning, whistling as it struck straight at the source of the sound.

"Bam—"

A loud bang erupted from the mist.

However, as the beast whip was returned to Shang Lu's hand, no bloodstains were found on the tip of the whip, only a withered straw figure was nailed to it.

"A puppet substitute?" Shang Lu raised an eyebrow.

The straw man, which had been driven back by the beast whip, was originally an inanimate object, motionless. But at this moment, it suddenly burst out with bloody light and collapsed into countless bloody grass roots, which shot towards Shang Lu's vital points like a rain of arrows.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

This vicious attack failed to harm Shang Lu; it was completely blocked and crushed by his powerful protective energy.

"Don't think you can hurt me just because you've broken my 'Ten Thousand Ghosts Diagram'... You're still too green!"

In the mist, the storyteller's voice drifted erratically, as if coming from all directions at once, carrying a strong sense of mockery, making it difficult to pinpoint his exact location.

Meanwhile, the storyteller continued to weave new tales: "Although the rat is cunning, it is entirely under the Great Sage's control... In the witch's formation, the Great Sage drew a prison on the ground! This world is a cage, a lock!"

"Wow—"

As soon as the word "lock" was uttered, the ground beneath Shang Lu's feet instantly transformed into a churning pool of blood.

Countless ghostly hands, formed from filthy blood, emerged from the blood pool and frantically grabbed at Shang Lu's ankles and calves.

Meanwhile, characters such as "prisoner," "bound," and "locked" emerged from the surrounding mist.

These characters intertwined, forming thick chains and sturdy cages, sweeping over and enveloping Shang Lu!

He must be locked up and imprisoned!
"Hehe, once you fall into the Great Sage's formation, no matter how capable or powerful you are, you won't be able to escape!"

In the mist, the storyteller's voice still drifted faintly.

But at this moment, amidst the chill, a hint of smugness crept in.

"The Great Sage's Formation?"

Faced with this sudden and seemingly inescapable trap, Shang Lu showed no fear; a mocking smile even appeared on his lips.

"Aren't you afraid of running into the real Sage and causing trouble for you by stealing the Great Sage's abilities like this?"

The storyteller in the mist was taken aback upon hearing this, and wondered in astonishment, "Have we met the real person? What does that mean?"

Before he could speak, Shang Lu had already taken out the Novelist's Notes from the Impermanence Token and quickly flipped to a page.

As he made hand gestures and chanted incantations, the "character card" from the novelist's notes on this page suddenly transformed into a mysterious ink light, projecting onto his body.

Upon seeing this, the storyteller instantly realized something was wrong. "Isn't this guy a shaman? How does he possess the skills of a novelist like me?!"

His scalp tingled, and he prayed frantically in his heart, hoping that things wouldn't be as bad as he imagined.

But reality dealt him a heavy blow.

Under the shroud of dark light, Shang Lu's figure suddenly changed.

It transformed into a divine monkey clad in golden armor and wielding a golden cudgel!

"You can actually transform into the Monkey King... You... You're the original author of this story?!"

The storyteller in the mist cried out in surprise.

For him, this was the worst-case scenario.

As novelists, they are able to borrow the supernatural abilities of the main characters in their stories by telling them.

However, if this story is not their original creation, then when they encounter the original author, they will not only be deprived of it, but may also suffer a backlash!
The storyteller in the mist hurriedly wanted to shout, "The story has come to an end," to conclude the tale of the Great Sage's supernatural powers and switch to another story, borrowing another skill.

But at this moment, Shang Lu's speaking speed far surpassed that of the storyteller.

He held up the novelist's notebook in his hand and shouted: "I am the source of this 'Great Sage'! All things here are written by my pen, they are all the words of a novelist!"

Golden light immediately shone through the novelist's notes.

Shang Lu raised his golden cudgel and sternly commanded: "Draw a circle on the ground as a prison—imprison!"

The magic array and mist created by the "Great Sage" immediately surged and rolled towards the storyteller.

Shang Lu not only retaliated in kind, but also sneered and mocked, "Thank you for your gift, which has helped my Great Sage gain another supernatural power! I have no way to repay this generous gift, so let me send you to hell!"

"No—damn it!"

From within the mist came the novelist's screams and curses.

At this moment, he was no longer arrogant and smug; only panic remained.

"Aren't you going to make a move?! If this rat gets away, we're all doomed!"

Upon hearing this, Shang Lu raised an eyebrow.

Does this guy have accomplices?

Almost at the same moment, two mocking laughs rang out from the mist.

"Didn't you boast that you were strong enough to easily take down this rat? Why are you asking us for help now?"

"You can't keep all the credit for yourself; we have to take credit for it too!"

Before the laughter had even subsided, two imperial edicts boomed like thunder:
"The villains have disrupted the order of the capital, trespassed into the palace, and attempted to assassinate the king. According to the Chu Law, their crime deserves death—their bodies and souls will be torn apart, and they will be executed immediately!"

"These thieves have disrupted the moral order! Heaven's justice is clear, they cannot be tolerated! They should be executed!"

A thundercloud of Legalist decrees, composed of countless tiny characters for "punishment" and "kill," carrying a terrifying aura capable of annihilating the soul, suddenly appeared above Shang Lu's head and roared down!
At the same time, a Confucian "ritual law" power appeared out of thin air and crashed down on Shang Lu's crown!

The storyteller, imprisoned within a drawn circle, though unable to move his body, still moved his lips and tongue, screaming shrilly:
I will pierce your heart with a thousand sorrows!

Besides "The Monkey King Subduing Demons," he has many other stories, but he dares not tell them at this moment.

It's probably related to pokeweed again.

But as a storyteller, even without telling a story, he has the ability to "turn the false into the true".

With his command, a long, twisting, writhing black nail materialized out of thin air and silently pierced towards Shang Lu's back.

Faced with the Legalist, Confucian, and Novelist schools' methods of "killing with words," Shang Lu chose a war of words!
To fight tongue with tongue!

A battle of words!

The pokeweed, with its eloquence and sophistry, stirred up a raging fire within the very soul, amplifying the power of its words.

He spoke rapidly, each word like a knife, each sentence piercing the heart amidst the overwhelming carnage.

"Stop framing me! What I'm doing is to restore peace and tranquility to the people of Chu! Besides, this is the State of Jiang; how can the laws of Chu be used to arbitrarily judge others here!"

"The King of Chu has become a monster, devouring his own son and subjects, treating human life like dirt. He is the one who should be condemned by Heaven! You are aiding and abetting evil, you have wasted your time studying the classics, and you are not worthy to discuss propriety and moral principles!"

"Wow--"

The thunderclouds that descended from the sky were fundamentally shaken by Shang Lu's words, resulting in a significant reduction in their power.

Not only did it fail to seriously injure Shang Lu, but it was also blocked by his protective essence and righteous energy.

As for the power of Confucian "rites and laws," it was caused by Shang Lu's questioning and rebuke, which caused it to rumble and collapse directly.

"puff--"

"what--"

In the mist, both the Legalist and Confucian cultivators suffered backlash from their respective "Word Killing" supernatural powers, spitting out two streams of blood.

However, the storyteller's piercing nail was unaffected and had already shot behind Shang Lu, about to pierce his vest.

"Haha, no matter how sharp your tongue is, even if you manage to break their techniques, you can't escape my nail!"

Although the storyteller was trapped in his own self-imposed confinement, he was extremely pleased with himself.

Once the pokeweed is dead, the self-imposed prison will crumble on its own!
However, it looked like the nail was about to be driven into the pokeweed vest.

Just at this critical moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly appeared behind Shang Lu and caught the Heart-Piercing Nail.

"Whoosh-"

The piercing nail grazed past Shang Lu's side and shot into the mist at an even faster speed, transforming into a streak of black light that pierced straight into the storyteller's heart.

The storyteller's smugness and ecstasy instantly turned into pain and disbelief.

He looked down at the piercing nail embedded in his heart, trying to use his spiritual energy to expel it, but it was no use.

This piercing nail was originally forged by him by exhausting his efforts and refining all kinds of evil thoughts and delusions in the world.

It is extremely polluting and toxic.

His spiritual energy not only failed to expel the piercing nail, but was also corrupted, turning into a deadly poison that ravaged his body.

"This...I...save..."

The storyteller wanted his companion to save his life.

But before he could utter a single complete sentence, he was taken by the vicious, heart-piercing nail he had forged himself.

Even the soul was nailed to the body by the heart-piercing nail, unable to escape.

"go!"

In the mist, the Legalist and Confucian cultivators, who had just suppressed the backlash and were still in shock, noticed the disappearance of their companions' auras and immediately tried to retreat without hesitation.

"Walk?"

Shang Lu laughed, "Now, do you think you can still leave?"

Although the storyteller is dead, the "Great Sage's Magic Formation" is still in operation!

Its power has not only not diminished, but has actually increased!

"This formation is a creation of 'novelists'! It isolates the mortal world, forming its own realm! I am the original author, and this realm—I am the will of Heaven! Without my permission, none of you will leave!"

The Legalist and Confucian monks, shrouded in mist, clearly understood that Shang Lu's words were true.

A fierce and ruthless glint flashed in their eyes, and they turned around and pounced on Shang Lu.

"Thank you for reminding!"

"Then I'll kill you first! That will break this formation!"

(End of this chapter)