Chapter 607: Strongly Awake, Even if It Is a God, I Will Kill Him without Any Mistake
The Grim Reaper, who had been silent and dead all the time, suddenly roared and his ferocious face became even more terrifying.
Many tiny bright spots appeared around it, and white light bands were stimulated from these bright spots, quickly covering the Grim Reaper's body, tangled together, and becoming more and more dense.
At a distance of exactly ten steps from it, among several corpses, the Tang Clan's eldest master Tang Jiaren stood there, seemingly doing nothing, but if one practices the method of observing external objects to the extreme, one can see that a large number of silent and tasteless Qi balls as small as transparent water droplets are floating in front of him. This is Dan Shi.
In the Tang Clan, there are not many people who can Dan Shi, and most of those who can only have a few, and it is rare to have dozens of them. Tang Jiaren's junior brother Tang Bingwen, who is now the head of the Tang Clan, has only three, and his junior brother Tang Houren has only one.
Tang Jiaren, on the other hand, had a full 200 of them, a cliff-like lead. This number is rare in the contemporary Tang Sect, not to mention the entire history of the Tang Sect.
"Although the ninja leader on the Bihe Mountain is the main target of this mission, one of these filthy things is enough. The big guy behind him seems a little difficult to deal with. After opening the Danxi, it will greatly affect your actions. Use it quickly!"
Thinking of this, Tang Jiaren held his breath and concentrated his mind, controlling hundreds of invisible and colorless Danxi that were suspended in the air like water droplets, like a string of cannons, continuously hitting the body of the God of Death.
This scene was also seen by others.
"When did that person appear? Why didn't I notice it?" Liu Kunsheng was very surprised. He had lived in the northeast for a long time and had never entered the customs. He knew very little about the Tang Sect.
"I had noticed this person, but his Qi suddenly disappeared before. I thought he was dead, but I didn't expect it. This person's ability to hide Qi is terrifying!" Huang Tianliu said.
"What a powerful assassin, with such a method, I wonder which master of the Tang Sect is this?" Zhang Yi was also surprised.
Being from the same Sichuan and Chongqing region, Aunt Lan knew more about the Tang Sect and said, "This old guy is the eldest brother of the Tang Sect, the Laughing King of Hell Tang Jiaren. I only knew that people from the Tang Sect also intervened here, but I didn't expect that he was the leader!"
"Although I can't see it, judging from the miserable state of the ninja head and the evil god behind him, that should be the unique skill of the Tang Sect, the Dan Shi, which is known as the strongest assassination method, right?" Zhang Yi said. As a great master of Longhu Mountain, he naturally has a certain understanding of the Tang Sect.
"I don't know," Aunt Lan said, "Dan Shi is a myth of the Tang Sect and also a myth in the martial arts world. Not many people have seen it, and most of those who have seen it have died. I didn't expect that we would have the honor to see it today. However, now it seems that it's useless to see it. I will definitely not see it. I only know that I will die miserably."
"This old master, I wonder if this Dan Shi can get rid of that evil god?" Huang Tianliu suddenly spoke up. Zhang Yi is Zhang Zhiwei's uncle, and he is very respectful to Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi stared at his bodyguard general that was pierced by the hand of the god of death. He had lost control of the bodyguard general. He shook his head and said, "Every profession has its own specialty. The Tang Sect's methods are first-class in killing people, but they are not suitable for clearing mountains and destroying temples to eliminate these evil spirits."
In fact, it was exactly as he expected. Every time Tang Jiaren injected a pill, the roar of the god of death intensified, and the fluctuations around him became more obvious.
But because the god of death is a soul body, the body it shows is just a little true spirit mixed with Qi, and the most deadly poison of the pill has no effect on it.
So even if it was hit by hundreds of pills, it was only the soul body that was blasted with holes, like a hornet's nest, but it did not hurt its true spirit, but completely angered it.
It roared and roared, wanting to harvest the soul of the little bug behind it, and then eat it into its stomach, to torture it forever, but it was reluctant to give up the thick soul in its hand. This was the strongest soul it had seen in thousands of years.
It was very hungry for this delicacy.
Its two hands of the god of death, covered with strange black runes, grabbed Zhang Zhiwei's chest and dragged desperately, but it couldn't pull out Zhang Zhiwei's soul, but only pulled his body closer and closer.
This made the anxious god of death roar helplessly.
At this time, the white light stimulated by Dan Shi spread from its body to its arms, destroying the flow of Qi on its arms.
Zhang Zhiwei's body was full of golden light, and his half-open eyes were full of light. His eyelids were about to open slowly, and a recoil force from Zhang Zhiwei's life shook its two hands of the god of death violently.
"Alas!"
A huge sigh echoed between heaven and earth. The sigh came from the god of death. After wrestling for so long, it finally chose to give up tiredly and suddenly pulled back its hands.
On one of its arms, there were a large number of rampant soldiers and generals, as well as Zhang Yi's bodyguard generals. All of them were taken back and eaten into its stomach.
Although it didn't eat the biggest one, it didn't need to do this after harvesting so many souls.
Then, it took the short knife in its mouth, and the strange black runes on its arm jumped like musical notes and jumped onto the short knife. The blade of the short knife, which was originally the size of a dagger, suddenly turned black and began to extend outward.
In the blink of an eye, a strangely shaped sword with a slightly curved blade appeared in his hand.
The knife was covered with dense black runes, exuding bursts of terrifying aura.
The God of Death swung his sword with both hands, and the black blade light was like a streak, slashing towards Tang Jiaren behind him. This little bug had been enduring him for a long time.
Tang Jiaren had released all the Danxi in one breath, and the meridians in his body were no longer occupied, and his movements were no longer impaired. He quickly dodged with the unique body movement of the Tang Sect.
While dodging, he also activated the purple protective poison miasma to defend against the aftermath of the God of Death's attack, as well as some sneak attacks from the dark such as shuriken and darts.
After releasing the Danxi, Tang Jiaren looked back at the ninja leader. The ninja leader was not dead yet. At this moment, white light was gushing out of his eyes, and his meridians were flourishing, and he was still wailing in pain.
Danxi is the most terrible method of the Tang Sect. It will not kill people immediately, but let the person who is hit die slowly in extreme pain.
Although Tang Jiaren can release more than 200 Danxi at a time, why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? He only gave the smallest one to Shinobi, which was enough to kill him, but he would not die so quickly. The rest of the big ones were given to the God of Death.
These pills made the God of Death twisted, and his body was full of holes. If it was a terrifying and hideous evil god in mythology before, it was now grotesque and bizarre, like an indescribable monster that only appeared in nightmares.
"Boom!"
The huge black blade slashed down, leaving a deep black gully on the ground, but it still did not hit Tang Jiaren.
The God of Death let out a soul-shaking roar, swung the huge black knife, and the knife Qi came out in all directions, covering him like a net.
Tang Jiaren was protected by poisonous miasma, and the purple Qi poison took shape with Qi, flying out large and small Qi balls.
He used Xu Bu to step on these Qi poisons to go up to the sky, dodge in the air, and dodge the attacks of the God of Death one by one without touching the ground.
As an assassin, Qinggong is an unavoidable topic. Tang Jiaren is a top assassin, so Qinggong is naturally top-notch. In the Tang Sect, he is only slightly inferior to Yu Huizhong, who is the best in Xubu.
Yu Huizhong's Xubu can perfectly avoid the dense and rain-like knife Qi swung by the demon in the air without using force. It is not difficult for Tang Jiaren to do it.
At this moment, Zhang Yi, Lan Gu, and the immortals turned their heads and looked behind.
Zhang Zhiwei, who had been closing his eyes, has completely opened his eyes. His golden pupils are like flying stars. He is breathing deeply, as if he wants to suck all the air in the world into his lungs. From his body, circles of white air waves are rippling.
Zhang Zhiwei's Qi breath suddenly rises, and the golden light all over his body converges. The parts that were previously scratched by the hand of the god of death are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blue-green flames are burning inch by inch, wrapping his whole body, as if he is wearing a layer of flame coat.
Many immortals saw this layer of blue-green flames, and they felt a chill in their hearts, and a tremor from the depths of their souls spread all over their bodies.
"Hahaha, Samadhi True Fire, this is a sure thing!" Aunt Lan suddenly laughed.
"This kid is awake, he is guaranteed to win!"
Zhang Yi also laughed, and as he laughed, he remembered that when Zhang Zhiwei was still young a few years ago, he took them down the mountain to travel and gain experience.
These little guys followed him and chattered, and now the situation has changed, and he, as an elder, has to follow the little guys and laugh.
Time is really a very wonderful thing, it is not forgiving at all!
After waking up, Zhang Zhiwei nodded to Zhang Yi, Aunt Lan and others, and then put his hands together. When he separated them, he pulled out a long sword made of blue-green flames between his palms.
The immortals were surprised at the ferocity and violence of the flaming long sword, and Zhang Yi, Aunt Lan, was surprised at Zhang Zhiwei's super control over Qi.
Zhang Zhiwei held a long knife in the shape of Samadhi True Fire, and he was nonchalant, giving people the feeling that he was not fighting a big battle, but cutting fruit with a long knife.
Then, Zhang Zhiwei leaped and rushed to the top of the head of the God of Death. The huge flaming long knife drew a blue-green line of fire in the sky and fell heavily from the sky.
The God of Death looked up at the sky, and a look of astonishment appeared on his ferocious face, as if he couldn't believe that the insect with a strong soul in front of him could actually face him with a knife, and he actually felt afraid of him.
Fear, as a god born from the belief and worship of the islanders' fear of death, it has never been afraid since it has spirituality. It can't be afraid, and it won't be afraid.
It also raised the black knife in its hand, but it didn't chop, but blocked. Although it didn't want to, its instinct made the choice for it.
The long sword made of black runes collided with the long sword made of Samadhi True Fire, but there was no sound. The black sword that was so arrogant just now was easily cut open by the blade of Samadhi True Fire, just like butter under a hot knife.
Zhang Zhiwei and the God of Death passed each other, and Zhang Zhiwei landed steadily, but the God of Death froze in place, with a ferocious expression on his face as if he had pressed the pause button and just stopped moving.
In the night, it seemed as if everything was silent in an instant.
Until Zhang Zhiwei casually swung the sword, the blade presented a perfect arc, the flame spread out in a fan shape, and formed a blue-green line of fire in the air.
This scene was very much like the scene when a swordsman killed someone in the rain, the battle was over, the swordsman drew his sword and blood was vibrating, and the blood hit the bamboo forest.
The blue-green flame long sword slowly put into Zhang Zhiwei's palm. Behind Zhang Zhiwei, the frozen God of Death suddenly raised one hand to the sky, wailing silently, and its body slowly split into two halves.
"Woo woo woo!"
Amid a sound like ghosts crying and wolves howling, a thick black fog gushed out from the body of the God of Death. The arrogant soldiers and generals who had been eaten by the God of Death before, and even the bodyguards, did not even have time to gather their bodies, and fled away in a swarm.
After they left, the two bodies of the God of Death suddenly burst into flames and tilted to the left and right. When they were about to fall to the ground, they suddenly collapsed and turned into a wave of fire that swept around, and finally slowly extinguished and disappeared in the air.
The demise of the God of Death this time was different from the usual collapse. Under normal circumstances, even if it was destroyed, it would only dissipate its Qi, and its true spirit would be intact. When it was summoned, it would still descend in its prime.
But this time, the true spirit that it descended was destroyed by the Samadhi True Fire. Although it would not completely disappear from the island country, the loss of part of its true spirit would greatly reduce its spirituality, reduce its ability, and even make it dormant. It would take a long time to make up for it.
If during this period, its faith decreases, it may even slowly disappear, just like many local faiths that have disappeared in history.
Before the death, the god of death vomited out everything he had eaten, which made Zhang Yi's eyes light up. The connection between him and the bodyguard god was restored. With a thought, he quickly controlled the bodyguard god to return to his position, and then cast a spell to gather the escaped soldiers and generals.
Not far away, Tang Jiaren landed and turned his head to look at Zhang Zhiwei, shocked: "What a strong method, this flame is very similar to the legendary Samadhi True Fire created by Zhuge Wuhou!"
Zhang Zhiwei glanced at his feet with his peripheral vision. Shinobu was already dead, and died before the Samadhi True Fire bloomed, and died under the pill bite.
His whole body was extremely twisted, his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs almost burst out of his eye sockets, his mouth was wide open, and his tongue was bitten off by himself, which shows the pain he suffered before his death.
"Is this the pill bite?" Zhang Zhiwei said to himself. No wonder the big-eared thief who was strong later had to pray to Feng Baobao to kill him and let him be free.
Then, he looked at Tang Jiaren and was about to speak, but suddenly he felt something in his heart, and realized that someone was talking about him, so he turned his head to look.
In a corner of the battlefield in the distance, Li Ding, who was hanging at the end and covered with pangolin-like scales, seemed to be the last one to be beaten by another big man dressed as a Japanese pirate, holding an iron stick, bare-chested, wearing clogs, and holding a Japanese pirate costume, was beaten away with a stick.
The iron stick was so powerful that it shattered Li Ding's scale armor, revealing his scarred skin.
Li Ding fell heavily to the ground, and his upper body armor was completely damaged, leaving only the face armor on his head and part of the scale armor on his lower body intact.
"Strong defense, but inferior to me!"
The Japanese pirate man was wrapped in blue escape light, holding an iron stick and twisting his neck and walking over.
Li Ding stared at the Japanese pirate man who was walking towards him, and noticed the blue escape light around him.
"A defensive method like the Golden Light Mantra!" He suddenly remembered the young Taoist priest back then, and the scene when he was defeated. Thinking about it, he actually laughed.
"You are far inferior to the Golden Light Mantra of that young Taoist priest!"
He roared and scattered all the remaining scales on his body, removing all defenses, and was about to launch a last-ditch attack to fight his opponent to the death.
[When I was too busy with work, I had to take out my phone to write something during meal time to have some free time, but I was procrastinating again. I was so decadent! ]