Comprehensive Martial Arts: Others Practice Martial Arts, I Cultivate Immortals

Chapter 29 The Origin of Demon Art
After speaking, Wu Chong raised his hand and slashed at the wall next to him.

Huge shock, arm numb.

The knife cut on the wall, just like cutting on the alloy steel plate, without leaving any traces. This situation is abnormal no matter how you look at it.

"Brute force is definitely not enough. You need to change your way of thinking and don't treat them as living things."

Xu Zhou told the method he knew.

"To deal with them, ordinary martial arts are difficult to be effective. The only way is to use 'kind'."

"similar?"

"These pollutants are like evil objects corroded by high-level life. The power we ordinary people possess is difficult to break through this boundary."

Xu Zhou said.

This is actually very easy to understand, it is a power fault.

Whether it is pollutants or night monsters, they are all erosive bodies of high-level life, and their essence is no longer at the level of human beings.

One is the power inside the painting, and the other is the power outside the painting.

This is the essential difference between human beings and these polluting bodies.

"Isn't this a ghost? Since it's a ghost, it must have been transformed after the death of a person with resentment. This old guy didn't know how much resentment he had accumulated during his lifetime, and he turned into such a terrifying thing."

Er Mazi was trembling, and he found that the 'old shopkeeper' holding the oil lamp was struggling more obviously, and he reckoned that he was about to get out of trouble.

Now they are alive, relying entirely on the power of Xu Zhou's strange sword to influence each other. If the monster is freed again, Xu Zhou in this state will definitely not be able to cover it, so he couldn't help but get anxious.

"Hey! Ghost."

This time Xu Zhou didn't even bother to talk to Er Mazi.

He figured it out, among this group of bandits, only the leader was a bit capable.

other people.
Just waiting to die.

"What do you mean by similar?"

Wu Chong opened his mouth to inquire, and the evil thing that became the old shopkeeper moved twice again.

"You practice demon skills, right?"

This is the main reason why Xu Zhou talked nonsense for a long time.

Because he sensed a similar power in Wu Chong's body, to deal with pollutants, only demon skills are possible.Now that he was seriously injured, the only thing he could count on was this bandit leader who had some demonic aura about him.

"Monster skills?"

"You do not know?"

Xu Zhou was a little surprised.

It stands to reason that such precious skills as demon skills cannot be accessed without some energy behind them.However, he didn't have the heart to ask the bottom line now. Seeing that Wu Chong didn't know, he explained it carefully.

In this world, demon skills did not exist at the beginning.

In the beginning, it was just a simple world of martial arts, until one day a great change occurred.The world suddenly has two things, night monsters and pollutants.In order to survive, some smart people learned these two kinds of things to improve their martial arts, which is the origin of the original demon skills.

"I practice Aoki Kung Fu."

"It can't be Aoki Kung Fu. I don't know how powerful ordinary internal kung fu is? What you practice is demon kung fu, and you can't go wrong with this aura."

Xu Zhou said with certainty.

"The demon skill is a special internal skill transformed by human beings by imitating the night demon. Only people with our physique can practice it. If ordinary people practice it, they are courting death!"

Ordinary people can't practice?
Wu Chong was startled, but he quickly realized it.This restriction should not exist for him.

There should be no so-called physique in his body, but he can't stand the "panel". In front of the panel, any physical qualifications are just floating clouds. As long as he has enough experience, he can add the iron cloth shirt to the golden body of Buddha.

"See this old man?"

"Do you think he's stupid?"

Xu Zhou pointed to the old shopkeeper who was trapped, and the oil lamp started to flicker again.

"Pollutants are no better than night monsters. Before they change, they are just dead things. Since they are dead things, they don't have the thinking that life possesses. All the rules of action are very rigid."

"stiff."

Wu Chong looked at the trapped old shopkeeper, recalled the previous actions he had dealt with, and roughly guessed.

"Don't treat it as a living thing. From another angle, you will find that it is actually very similar to a puppet. It will only act according to its own behavior. There is no fear or thought, and some are just established behaviors."

established procedure?

Such an idea popped up in Wu Chong's mind.

Pollutants are definitely not procedures, because procedures are not lethal.

"It's actually very simple to deal with this kind of thing. You only need to disrupt his established behavior to make him stop. This is what I did before."

Speaking of this, Wu Chong also understood.

The power that can invade pollutants and destroy his logic of action is demon power.

Only homogeneous forces will not be repelled.

"Block?"

"That's a good word to use."

Xu Zhou was very satisfied, it was easy to talk to smart people.

"No matter what kind of pollutant it is, its core rules have one point, that is, diffusivity and phagocytosis, and other than that are their unique rules. I have met a pollutant before, and his actions The logic is the smell, as long as you have sweat on your body, it will attack, the limit range is ten meters, I found its rules, so I jumped into the river and escaped."

"So what you have to do now is to stop this old thing from cooking."

"It can only be prevented? There is no simple solution to the problem? For example, a way to directly kill these pollutants."

"Can't kill..."

Xu Zhou shook his head.

Wu Chong was disappointed.

This answer made him feel not very satisfied.

Not being able to do it once and for all represents the ubiquitous danger. Thinking about the gangs and courts in this world, it is definitely impossible to have this kind of solution, otherwise the power will not be able to be maintained.Those people must know the power that he has not yet mastered.But judging from the information I have come across now, it is estimated that this is the case.

This Xu Zhou is probably not a big shot, and he only knows so much information.

"The last question, how do you know that I am practicing demon skills?"

"It can be seen."

Xu Zhou pointed to his eyes and said.

"Because we are the same kind."

"similar?"

Wu Chong frowned, he didn't feel any difference in himself.

If Xu Zhou didn't lie to him, it means that since he practiced demon art, there have been some changes in him that he doesn't even know about.

Can not control.

This is what Wu Chong dislikes the most.

"In a dark environment, people can always find the place with light at first sight. You are in this state for me now."

"How to do it?"

Wu Chong lost the idea of ​​talking nonsense with Xu Zhou, and the oil lamp was beating faster and faster. If he didn't solve it, this guy would probably wake up.

"Run the demon power to the palm of your hand and crush the wick."

When the words fell, Wu Chong's eyes fell on the oil lamp.

Boom!
At this moment, the 'old shopkeeper' who had been silent for a while suddenly trembled, the oil lamp in his hand shrank suddenly, and the light suddenly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)