Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

Chapter 160 159, Showdown!

As soon as Qin Wuyue and others rushed out of the range of the mechanism, the rain of arrows and ground spears stopped at the same time.

Looking back at the two corpses covered in blood holes, and then looking at Shen Lang, who was completely unharmed and doing nothing like a crowd of onlookers, Qin Wuyue and the woman in Tsing Yi, who lost their followers, all had gloomy faces, looking at Shen Lang's His eyes are extremely dangerous.

Even the door-killing monk, who had no subordinates to die, stared at Shen Lang fiercely with his old face.

"It's none of my business, you guys insisted on me walking ahead... Then what, I'll continue to explore the way."

Shen Lang gave a dry laugh and continued on his way.

Moving forward for more than ten zhang, Shen Lang's left stone wall suddenly clicked, and slid sideways, opening a door.

Shen Lang shuddered, jumped back a little, turned sideways to face the door, held up the pair of copper maces, stared at the door with piercing eyes, as a warning gesture.

But Lingjue didn't give a warning of danger, and there was no monster rushing out of the door, but a short scream sounded from behind.

Looking back, I saw a big hole opened on the top of the corridor, a giant python with a neck as thick as a bucket, poking out its big head from the hole, biting the black-clothed woman's only remaining servant, Put most of his body in his mouth, and drag him back to the big hole on the dome.

The girl in Tsing Yi was so angry that her willow eyebrows stood on end, she screamed coquettishly, stretched out her hand, and shot a crystal water arrow from her fingertip, hitting the giant python's chin with a puff, the scales of the giant python flew away with one blow, bloody and bloody.

Stimulated by this, the giant python closed its mouth in pain, and with a click, the big man in black fell down with both thighs at the root, and the rest of his body fell into the mouth of the giant python.

Then the python's head quickly retracted into the hole in the dome and disappeared without a trace.

The hole in the dome was also closed, and there was no trace of it ever existed.

Facing the ruthless eyes of the woman in Tsing Yi who seemed to be eating people, and then looking at Qin Wuyue and the door-killing monk with strange expressions, Shen Lang patted the back of his head with a dry smile, and pointed to the door on the left stone wall:
"This...how about I go ahead and help you find out?"

The door-killing monk strode forward, and Crescent Moon shoveled across it conveniently, sweeping Shen Lang aside:
"Go away, Sajia is exploring the way ahead!"

As he spoke, he strode into the portal with his iron-black skin.

Just as two feet stepped into the door, a large iron ball the size of a basketball and covered with inch-long steel thorns fell from the sky, and hit the monk's bald head with a clang.

Even though the door-killing monk had already cast spells to protect his body, his skin was like fine steel, and his bones were like cast iron. After this hard blow, he was still smashed to the ground and fell to the ground with stars in his eyes.

Before he got up, a few rough bony hands protruded from the ground below him, hugging his legs, pressing his hands, and even a pair of bony hands, tightly hugging his head, killing his whole face. Press dead and rub against the ground.

At the same time, a two-meter-high human-shaped stone statue walked up to Miemen Monk with heavy steps that shook the ground, raised his big foot, and stomped hard on the back of Miemen Monk's head.

At the juncture of life and death, the Miemen Monk, whose face was smothered on the ground, moved with a thought, and a large translucent hand emerged from the back of his neck.

That big hand was the size of a millstone, with five fingers stretched out to support the stone statue's foot, it actually supported the stone statue's big foot firmly.

Seeing this scene outside the door, Qin Wuyue nodded slightly:

"Vigorously grasping the hand, the ninth-grade Buddhist technique. The monk who destroys the sect is indeed the true biography of the Buddhist sect who broke the precepts and rebelled against the sect."

The woman in Tsing Yi said:

"That stone statue seems to be the eighth-rank summoning technique 'Stone Human Warrior'? Although the 'Great Grabbing Hand' hand of Miemen Monk is authentic, but this ninth-rank spell alone still can't solve his crisis, and can only barely stalemate with the stone statue. Just for a while."

Qin Wuyue said lightly:

"A mere eighth-rank stone warrior can't do anything about the door-killing monk. He has a way."

Seeing that Qin Wuyue and the woman in Tsing Yi were just standing outside the door watching the play and talking, and had no intention of coming forward to help, Shen Lang also pretended that he was just an enthusiastic crowd, holding a pair of copper maces, and stood by the door stretching his neck to watch the excitement.

At this time, Miemen Monk chanted a mantra like singing sutras from his throat.

Afterwards, the back of his neck flashed with golden light again, and a big hand the size of a millstone flew out again.

The big hand this time is more solid than the translucent palm of the "Strong Grasping Hand", and the whole body is shining with golden light. It looks like it is made of brass, and even the palm prints, fingerprints, and nails are clearly visible.

As soon as the big brass hand flew out, it slapped the stone statue's chest first, until the stones flew from the chest of the stone statue, and a huge slap print appeared.

After being hit by this blow, the stone statue staggered back immediately, and the "powerful grasping hand" holding the stone statue's big feet was freed, and hurriedly pulled the bone palms that were holding the head, hands and feet of the door-killing monk.

At the same time, the big brass hand was still attacking again and again, moving quickly in the air, hitting the stone statue ten times in a row from various tricky angles.

The stone statue tried its best to block with its fists, but it only blocked six palms. The chest, the top of the head, the face, and the back of the head were each hit by one palm.

When the palm on the back of the head hit the ground, the stone statue finally fell to the ground, bursting into a pile of rubble.

The big brass hand also flickered slightly and disappeared out of thin air.

Qin Wuyue sighed:
"The seventh-rank spell 'Vigorous Vajra Palm', I never imagined that Miemen Monk, a traitor who broke the precepts and rebelled against his sect, could even learn this kind of true teaching of Buddhism!"

The woman in Tsing Yi said: "It's a pity that he can't cast this spell instantly, so he can only use the 'Great Grabbing Hand' to hold back and wait for time to perform the spell. If it can be cast instantly, this spell alone is enough to easily destroy the stone warrior."

Shen Lang watched from the side very eagerly.

Even though the "Strong Grasping Hand" is only a rank nine spell, it is so powerful that it can lift a thousand catties.

The "Vigorous Vajra Palm" is even more extraordinary.

With Shen Lang's current eyesight, he could tell at a glance that a random slap of the powerful Vajra Palm had the power of Chen Yuniang to swing the cannon barrel and hit it with all his strength.

That is to say, if a martial artist who is a fifth-rank master does not have enough strong and pure internal energy to protect the body, and does not know the skill of unloading force, under the blow of the powerful vajra palm, his body will be smashed to pieces.

"It's just a seventh-rank spell! It's so powerful! It seems that it's not easy to teach Buddhism. If I learned this skill, I wouldn't be able to use it when I was besieged by Xue Mingyue, Mrs. Zhao and others. Are you trying to set up traps? Just rush into Chixia Valley, slap everyone down, and kill everyone!"

Having said that, although the spells of the door-killing monk are powerful, the real reaction of his skills is a bit embarrassing.

If it were Shen Lang, no matter what, it would be impossible for him to be hit on the head by that big iron ball and knocked to the ground, and he would be able to avoid it by just dodging around.

It's really blind to the burly, tall, muscular and good figure of Miemen Monk, who doesn't have both martial arts and martial arts, and is just a pure mage.

While he was complaining secretly, the door-killing monk stood up cursing, wiped the blood on his face, took out a small bottle, dug out a lump of ghee-like ointment, and applied it on his head. Seal to stop bleeding.

After finishing all this, the door-killing monk turned his head and snorted coldly at the girl in Tsing Yi. He didn't dare to wink at Qin Yaonu, but glared fiercely at Shen Lang with a fierce look in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to point at him:
"You, come and explore the way!"

Shen Lang pointed to his nose:

"Are you sure you want me to go ahead?"

The door-killing monk said angrily:

"Stop fucking nonsense, get the hell out of here!"

Shen Lang was too lazy to bother with this unlucky guy.

Anyway, so far, he hasn't hurt a single hair, but Qin Wuyue and the girl in Tsing Yi have damaged their followers one after another.

Compared with luck, Shen Lang felt that he was enough to crush Qin Wuyue and others.

And for this kind of relic exploration project, strength is only secondary, and luck is the key——

20 years ago, when the present "Wanfa Daoist" was only a seventh-rank minor cultivator, among a group of masters, he was the only one who won the Daoist Mansion of the previous dynasties.Qin Wuyue and others told him about this.

But now Qin Wuyue and the others themselves forgot about it.

Shen Lang stepped into the door and walked in front of the door-killing monk.

The environment behind the door is completely different from the boxy man-made corridor outside, it is a natural cave.

Although there are oil lamps hanging on both walls of the cave, apart from that, there are no traces of man-made chiseling. Moss grows on the damp cave walls, and there are occasional drops of water dripping from the top.

Shen Lang had a copper mace across his chest and a copper mace hanging by his side. He walked on the uneven and slippery ground with one foot deep and the other shallow, heading deep into the cave.

The monk who killed the door, the girl in Tsing Yi, and Qin Wuyue hung two feet away from him, and Qin Wuyue's last boy in gray fell at the end of the line.

Dozens of steps forward, a corner appears in front of you.

Shen Lang stopped in front of the corner, cautiously raised his head to look around, then continued to walk around the corner.

Miemen Monk, Tsing Yi Nu, and Qin Wuyue also followed in turn.

When it was the turn of the last gray-clothed boy, a foot-long narrow opening suddenly and soundlessly split open on the stone wall at the corner, where there were no artificial traces, from which a thin crescent-shaped blade shot out like lightning, from the gray-clothed boy The boy's neck swept across, and then sank deeply into the opposite stone wall with another plop.

The boy in gray froze, and a bloodstain appeared on his neck.

After a few breaths, the boy in gray threw his head forward and fell to the ground with a bang, then the headless body also shook and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Qin Wuyue almost gritted her teeth, and shouted to Shen Lang in front of her:
"Why? Why does Qin Shubao always avoid traps just right?"

The girl in Tsing Yi also said coldly:
"It's alright to be able to avoid the traps of the organs just by chance. The key point is that even monsters like ghost knife mantis and giant python don't look for him... There must be something strange in it!"

The door-killing monk also touched the wound on his head, and said viciously:

"It's probably no coincidence that this kid appeared in the mountain temple! He must have known that the mountain temple was the entrance to the real man's palace in the previous dynasty, and he even knew the organs inside the palace!
"Tell me, who are you? How much do you know about this great master's legacy? Have you obtained the inheritance of this great master from the previous dynasty and mastered key information such as the 'map of the legacy'?"

"..."

What the hell have you come up with?
I was implicated by you innocently, okay?

So far, I'm not unlucky, it's just pure luck, okay?

Shen Lang looked at the three of them speechlessly, and really didn't know how to explain it.

……

It was in a secret room that I didn't know where.

Looking at the image projected in the silver mirror, the young man in brocade was already laughing so hard that he was out of breath.

Although he had bad luck in gambling today, none of his bets were successful, and he had already lost more than 3 silver dollars, but the bearded one-eyed dragon "Qin Shubao" who accidentally bumped into "Team A" brought him a lot of fun.

"This Qin Shubao's luck really makes people don't know how to evaluate it. He is lucky, but he was unlucky to get into this game. He is unlucky, but he is unlucky no matter whether he leaves before or after he leaves." And it's always someone else... This guy, if he comes here to participate in the game, I'm afraid he will kill all the way and win the banker's face like dirt..."

After laughing for a while, Young Master Jinyi stared at the screen of the silver mirror again, looking forward to how "Qin Shubao" would respond to the doubts of Qin Wuyue and the others and resolve this crisis.

……

After being silent for a long time, Shen Lang decided to try to defend himself—although he was sure to kill Qin Wuyue and the others, he felt very bad about this "Remaining Mansion". Subtle intuition.

Therefore, unless it was absolutely necessary, Shen Lang would rather expose his Taoism cultivation than expose the true identities of the little demons and himself.

"Shen Lang" had a sky-high reward of [-] silver dollars on his body, and even if "Qin Shubao" was exposed to know Taoism, he was just an unknown cultivator.

At that moment, Shen Lang calmly faced the suspicious and murderous eyes of Qin Wuyue and the others, and said sincerely:

"Now, I can no longer hide it. That's right, I am a man with a gifted ability! And my gifted ability is 'lucky'!"

"..."

The corners of Qin Wuyue's mouths twitched, the corners of their eyes twitched, and they had expressions of "you fucking think we are fools".

The young man in brocade who was watching the "live broadcast" was already laughing so hard that he was lying on the beautiful woman in front of him.

Qin Wuyue took a deep breath:

"Since you refuse to tell the truth...then I have no choice but to turn you into a walking corpse, and see if you can still be as lucky as you were when you were alive!"

As soon as the words fell, Qin Wuyue didn't give Shen Lang another chance to explain, she stretched out her hand, and a translucent, pale fingerprint shot towards Shen Lang.

The ninth-rank Taoism "Corpse Demon Finger", performed by Qin Wuyue, can not only instantly kill sixth-rank warriors, but also transform them into walking corpse puppets under his control.

Although it is only a temporary zombie puppet, it can only move for half an hour. After half an hour, it will quickly rot and decay, and its strength will drop sharply after becoming a zombie. Obedience to orders is a sinister and practical evil spell, which is very useful for dealing with the siege of many people.

Because of this spell, Qin Wuyue didn't even practice summoning Taoist soldiers, and now even if he wanted to summon Taoist soldiers to come out to explore the way, he couldn't do it.

It was pointed out that Qin Wuyue had regarded "Qin Shubao" as a dead person.

however……

When the pale fingerprints flew in front of Shen Lang like lightning, a blue light flashed on Shen Lang's body, and a pale green whirlwind appeared in an instant, spinning around him at high speed.

Pale white finger prints hit the pale green whirlwind, which only made the whirlwind slightly stagnate, and then was strangled by the whirlwind with a puff.

Seeing this scene, Qin Wuyue, Tsing Yi Nu, and Miemen Monk were all startled, their eyes widened in disbelief.

"you!"

Qin Wuyue raised her finger and pointed at Shen Lang, and lost her voice:

"Are you also a Taoist monk? Your cultivation base... your cultivation base..."

With her cultivation base, if it was just the "Wind Shield" cast by a seventh-rank monk, under her "Corpse Demon Finger", at most, she could only fight with the Corpse Demon Finger to die together.

But "Qin Shubao"'s blast shield not only blocked her corpse finger, but also showed no signs of collapse. Doesn't this mean...

His Taoism cultivation has already reached the sixth-grade realm?
"I originally wanted to get along with you as ordinary warriors, but what I got in exchange was oppression and doubts."

Shen Lang stood in the wind shield with his hands behind his back, and said lightly:

"Since you have already seen it, then I don't have to pretend anymore. That's right, I, Qin Shubao, am a sixth-rank cultivator!"

Well, a sixth-rank monk who doesn't know any sixth-rank spells, even one seventh-rank and eighth-rank spells.

I hope I can shock them with momentum.

[Ask for a ticket~! 】

(End of this chapter)