Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 80 Ghosts and Gods, Songs of the Past

choke! !

Nie Longding was extremely angry but then calmed down. His furious pupils suddenly condensed, and he twisted his wrist, causing the tip of the knife to deviate from the sword, and the blade brushed past the blade.

The bent blade suddenly straightened.

At the critical moment, Chu Tianshu dodged the stab by leaning sideways, and used his long sword to block the attack. He raised his left hand and stabbed Nie Longding's eyes.

For him now, in close combat, the speed of his left hand piercing directly is basically not slower than using silver needles, and is more lethal.

But, at the moment he made his move.

The enemy suddenly split in two.

Another figure appeared on Nie Longding's right side, and his sword was as sharp as a flying goose and autumn water, illusory and silent.

The blade stabbed directly into Chu Tianshu's left armpit.

Chu Tianshu's hair stood on end, and his waist and hips suddenly moved backwards, shortening his body, but also moving his entire upper body backwards a certain distance.

Tai Chi, riding backwards!

The human buttocks is actually the part of the body where the muscles are particularly developed. This move is to use the buttocks to exert force first, driving the waist and back backwards.

This move, which was only good at dodging backwards over short distances and was a bit useless, exploded at this moment with such speed that it was truly as powerful as thunder.

The feet were stuck between the tiles, and before they could move, the upper body had already gained a certain distance.

Chu Tianshu's left arm suddenly swung, and he used the copper rope on his arm to pull towards the knife that seemed real and illusory.

Ding!
The knife was deflected by his whip hand.

The sound made by each other was that of metal colliding, but it seemed particularly hollow.

Nie Longding changed his tactics and chopped at Chu Tianshu's feet.

Chu Tianshu quickly withdrew his feet.

Two figures, two knives.

The sword in Chu Tianshu's hand was like a tongue of fire, spitting out and moving left and right, releasing and retracting.

Although he could not stop retreating and had completely left the altar, he blocked all the sword techniques of the two men.

He realized it after enduring the first round of thrilling attacks.

Nie Longding was still strong, but his swordsmanship was not as exquisite as before.

The figure that separated from him was wearing the clothes of an island warrior, and his body seemed a little translucent.

He has a handsome appearance, but his left arm is missing, clearly a ghost that lost its arm in life and did not leave after death.

This was a swordsman named Ito Hachiro from the island country more than a hundred years ago.

During his lifetime, he was known as the one-armed beautiful swordsman, Tengu of Ito, and his swordsmanship was excellent.

But now, he has gray hair, white eyes, gray clothes and white skin, and looks like a ghost.

The only thing is a pattern on the neck, which looks like a smaller version of the pattern on a playing card.

A set of playing cards has fifty-four cards, in addition to the four suits, thirteen cards each, there are also two jokers.

The pattern on Ito Hachiro's neck is a big ghost.

There is also a "little ghost" attached to Nie Longding.

That was more than 30 years ago. A serial killer in a small town in North America, who was a local butcher, killed more than 60 tourists over a period of several years and sold their meat.

When he was surrounded after the incident, this butcher, who had not learned any advanced martial arts, showed his naturally strong physique and amazing self-healing ability.

Even when soldiers arrived, he hacked five of them to death with a meat axe before dying from submachine gun fire.

Many people in the gambling world know how to raise ghosts. As an internationally renowned gambling king, Nie Longding has unique research in this area.

After he carefully collected these two ghosts, he did not use blood to feed them, and almost never let them out alone to do things, which would increase their viciousness and hostility.

He used his fame as a gambling king to create a special deck of playing cards, magnifying the symbolic meaning of the cards, and used the ancient idolatry concepts represented by the patterns on the cards to restrain the two evil spirits and wash away their "impurities".

Ito Hachiro's swordsmanship is more refined, while the butcher's evil spirit only has the characteristics of being in a possessed state, which increases physical strength and self-healing ability.

In the overflow area, most ghosts will directly transform into physical bodies, and even they themselves can no longer change back into spirits at will.

Under Nie Longding's manipulation, the two ghosts he raised can still choose to remain in the spirit state.

Just treat environmental gains as a tonic.

"receive!"

The fierce attack with two swords was ineffective. Nie Longding did not hesitate and instantly let the swordsman's soul return to himself.

Separating the two swords is a unique move. Since it is a unique move, you cannot maintain this state all the time.

Otherwise, once Chu Tianshu adapted to the situation, he would definitely launch a fierce attack on Nie Longding, who was not proficient in swordsmanship.

This is also why Nie Longding did not use this move before.

Being possessed by a ghost is already a considerable burden, and it is even more torture to have it possessed again just after it is released.

Nie Longding didn't know if his old bones could withstand it.

Now he seemed to have gained the upper hand and was forcing Chu Tianshu to retreat again and again, but in fact he had been forced to use risky moves and fight hard.

Sure enough, at the moment when the swordsman returned, Nie Longding's face turned pale for a moment, and the fingers of his left hand twitched and became crooked like chicken claws.

Chu Tianshu raised his left hand and shot out a handful of silver needles.

The knife in Nie Longding's right hand seemed unaffected. The knife light crisscrossed and cut off all the silver needles.

But at the same time, Chu Tianshu produced a large number of hidden weapons in one breath.

The silver needles he had with him were used up all at once.

With a sweep of the Sanqi Divine Sword, the potted plant next to the supporting column was directly knocked out.

In the exploding soil, ceramic fragments flew as fast as grenade fragments.

The ground on the left, the ground on the right, and the surface of the nearby load-bearing columns.

The tiles were swept away, broke into pieces, and shot forward.

BANG BANG BANG!! BANG BANG BANG!!
Chu Tianshu wielded the sword like crazy. The long sword in his hand was like a heavy iron whip, unleashing all the powerful force of his boxing.

Faced with the overwhelming "hidden weapons", Nie Longding not only had to defend against these fragments.

We also have to be on guard against Chu Tianshu, who will chase after the hidden weapon and lunge at us at any moment.

He had to be distracted.

But as long as there is even a little distraction, there will be a hint of imperfection in the use of the knife.

Fragments scratched his cheek, tore his trouser legs, and even embedded themselves in his left forearm.

On the other side of the hole in the floor, six men in black had already jumped up.

Up to now, Chu Tianshu's battlefield was almost a straight road, moving from the cave to the altar, and then to a farther place.

Now the two of them have reached a position close to the edge of the entire floor.

Apart from some load-bearing columns, there are only large floor-to-ceiling windows here.

The window glass is of good quality.

The fragments shot out by Chu Tianshu occasionally splashed onto the glass surface, leaving only some scratches and cracks, but no shattering.

As soon as the six men in black came up, they looked out the big window and saw a vast expanse of white fog.

Two figures, armed with swords and knives, fought in front of the large open window.

Debris flew everywhere, and the swordsman rushed left and right, even trying to rush forward.

Even if he were to get close in an instant, the swordsman would only clash with him three or four times.

As soon as the swordsman got a chance, he moved and more than a dozen broken bricks flew out from under his feet.

"What a tactic!"

The young men in black's eyes lit up and they immediately wanted to help. They leaned forward and ran wildly, dragging their long sticks behind them.

Now as they ran wildly, they saw something moving at the altar in front of them.

There were a large number of black jade fragments that were originally scattered everywhere, but suddenly they all accelerated and collided with the center of the altar.

Clang!!!
All the fragments were in good order, and did not collide at the same point, but just happened to form a pattern of a big tree.

Green appears in the ink, like a fragmented relief.

A strange green light suddenly dropped like a vine, shining right on the big tree.

The ceremony had only been carried out for a small part when it was interrupted by various means, and even the key figure Liu Tianxu was shattered.

But now, the ghosts and gods actually used the small amount of sacrifice they had just received as a connection to bestow power in advance.

The half-dead people around the altar suddenly stood up.

The sutures on their wrists were crudely made and not enough to restore the movement of their hands. But now, those sutures were like the veins of a leaf, flowing with turbid vitality.

Nearly twenty people turned their heads and looked at the six men in black approaching the altar.

Their eyeballs rolled upward, and they could almost hear the sound of moist nerves being pulled.

Until the pupil completely disappeared, leaving only complete white in the eye socket.

"Hahahaha!"

From the French window, a burst of laughter echoed. "Sure enough, even the spirits and gods take the initiative. They, too, long for this era."

"The Longhua Tree is actively maintaining this ritual!!"

The first floor of the venue building.

The two cars that were blocking the corridor were pushed out by people working together.

Outside the building, there is a large area of ​​land, which is foggy and borders the overflow area.

Because the environments of the two worlds overlap, this place looks like a jumble of concrete and rusty red sand.

More than five hundred people crowded out, their faces still half asleep and half awake, with a look of panic.

"All things are fleeting, and even my body is withered. Now what is most suitable? Getting drunk, traveling, or sleeping..."

Shen Yuntai followed at the back of the crowd, with Fang Jun guarding her.

This branch director is not good at direct combat, but her defensive and self-protection abilities are very good, and the most amazing thing is her auxiliary ability.

More than 500 people who were nearly unconscious and had weak limbs were awakened by her with just one poem.

"All things are fleeting, and even a body like a reed or willow withers before it."

"Now what is most suitable? Getting drunk, traveling, or sleeping!"

This poem reached the ears of more than five hundred people, but it was not read to them.

Instead, it is recited to the boiling and surging resentment.

The lineage that Shen Yuntai practiced was called "Millennium Song", and was once also called "Imperial Chant".

Some people traveled to mountains, rivers, frontiers, and towns, and performed poems before the emperor, using them to show the charm and style of each place.

Thousands of years of poetry tell the story of the past and present. The present scene can be described in ancient poetry, which draws strength from the popular songs of thousands of years.

Shen Yuntai recited the poem "Xijiang Yue" repeatedly, so that the resentment would no longer be drawn away by the top floor at high speed.

Otherwise, if Liu Tianxu was still serving as a channel for a large amount of resentment to be channeled at high speed.

Chu Tianshu's sword could at most crack the jade statue or make it fly away. It would be really difficult to smash it in one go.

"I think their consciousness is not particularly clear yet."

Fang Jun asked, "Minister, is there any way to help the people above?"

Shen Yuntai smiled. "The power of absorbing resentment suddenly weakened just now. The core of the ritual must have been destroyed."

"Everyone here has already left the inner venue of the ceremony. If you need help, just go up there."

As she spoke, she pointed at Fang Jun's legs and said, "The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it gallops like a shooting star."

Fang Jun's trouser legs crackled, and ten transparent, flowing characters flashed across his legs.

He felt his legs were full of strength. With this kind of jumping ability, he should be able to climb directly to the third floor through the holes inside the building.

But just as he was about to run into the building, Shen Yuntai's expression suddenly changed and he looked towards the third floor.

The crowd around also became agitated and looked towards the third floor.

"What is that?" "What's going on? My head feels dizzy again!"

Light grey and transparent resentment surged from the crowd and rushed towards the third floor.

Part of this resentment seeped into the floor-to-ceiling windows, while part remained outside them, piling up into painful faces.

It was like someone was playing a prank and drawing on the glass with mist.

But those faces are so vivid.

And they were so densely packed that they almost filled up the floor-to-ceiling windows on the third floor.

The face was surging with pain, and it seemed as if the expression was moving, and he was swallowing something in big gulps.

The resentment below was attracted to them even faster.

"All things are fleeting, and I am left withered and decayed... No, this is useless!"

Shen Yuntai took out a white jade pendant with a lion's head, placed it against his throat, and suddenly turned his head and said to the crowd, "Don't panic!"

This sound sounded like a low lion's roar in everyone's ears, making the crowd quiet.

More than five hundred people looked at Shen Yuntai. The fear in their eyes was so clear that the calmness on the surface seemed to be broken at any time.

"Sing, sing with me."

Shen Yuntai's mind raced as he sensed the situation before him.

These more than 500 people are already carriers of resentment.

All the resentment was accumulated bit by bit through their hard work.

In this process, they naturally gained a certain ability to restrain those grievances.

However, they are just ordinary people and are completely unaware of and unable to display this ability.

There is no other way now, we can only try to guide them to suppress their resentment and cut off the extraction process.

But which poem should I choose? One that is long enough and catchy enough?

Even if I lead the singing of ancient poetry, can these people understand the meaning, put their heart and soul into it, and sing it together?

Some elderly people could no longer hold on and fell to the ground in groups like fallen wheat.

But fear made them realize that if they fell asleep here, they might never wake up again. The will to survive made them still hold on, half sitting.

“Just sing it?!”

People grasped at this last straw and asked, "What poem should I sing?"

Fang Jun's face was also filled with anxiety. He suddenly said, "Can you sing? A modern song!"

Shen Yuntai's eyes turned quickly: "It needs to be widely sung, and also have a majestic meaning..."

"it is good!"

Fang Jun shouted to everyone, "I'm sure you all know how to sing this song. Sing it!"

Even after hearing what he said, everyone was still nervous, not knowing whether they could sing or not.

But when they heard the first sentence, just five words, their doubts were swept away and they sang along excitedly.

They can indeed sing.

Long, long city, forever...

"The Great Wall will never fall!"

They may not believe that singing can fight against such a haunted incident, but in fear, they have no choice but to trust the officials and do the only thing they can do now.

From the staggered beats in the first sentence to the second sentence, it seemed like they were roared out together.

"The Yellow River surges for thousands of miles!"

"The mountains and rivers are beautiful, with overlapping peaks and ridges. How can my country look like it's sick?"

Shen Yuntai also started singing.

As soon as she sang, she added melody to the song and all the necessary musical sounds, which made the song the highlight.

"...Open your eyes, look carefully, who would be willing to admit that they are a captive?"

"Because of cowardice and tolerance, people become more and more arrogant!"

This is not a thousand-year-old song, but it is the song of millions of people.

This is a song that has attracted crowds of people since the 1980s, before the return of the Qing Dynasty, and it is still sung today.

This is a song that everyone here has heard when they were young, and they can still hear it often when they are old.

It was originally just the theme song of a TV series, but the spirit of this song has long been beyond just a TV series.

Even if one day the entire TV drama industry goes to waste, no one will be willing to watch old classics with good quality.

Some people will still hear this song, feel familiar with it, and have inexplicable feelings about it.

You don't need to be a poet or lyricist with outstanding literary talent and an in-depth understanding of ancient music.

Even those who have no luck, no assets, are destitute in old age, and have been deceived, still have a common identity and can all sing this song.

"Shout out! Shout loudly! The whole nation is a soldier here!"

"Throughout history, bandits who invaded would eventually die!"

The singing grew louder and louder, driving away the gaze that was staring at them and draining their strength.

Layers of invisible fog seemed to break apart in the air.

Shen Yuntai's hands changed into twelve seals in an instant, and the singing in his mouth did not stop.

"The Great Wall will never fall, the Yellow River will flow..."

The resentment that was being extracted from more than 500 people was completely broken away from this ceremony.

The vibration caused by this fracture, under the guidance of Shen Yuntai, reached the top of the ceremony.

boom! ! !
On the altar, the relief made of jade fragments shook violently and turned into powder.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
The French windows on the third floor all exploded, and glass powder sprayed out.

Two figures flew out from the third floor and fell to the ground amid loud singing.

(End of this chapter)