Chapter 54: Demon Suppression The shocking power killed two monsters in an instant. Lu Jin took a breath, took out the talisman again, and stared at the battlefield ahead black and sticky quagmire was gradually receding due to the suppression of the master's uncle's fiery silver qi flow. The old man with a sheep beard that he had met before was nailed through the ground by chains and could not move. The other six monsters were at a disadvantage and didn't even have a chance to fight back. "boom!" Jiang Mo, who was at the center of the battlefield, had gray-brown rock energy flowing from his five fingers. The moment he approached the Ghost-Faced Poison Spider, he slammed his palm into its huge body. "Pfft!" Its flesh and blood shattered as huge, sharp rock spikes grew out of its body, piercing through its vital points and killing the bizarre giant beast. The flames enveloped the village, growing more and more intense and out of control. Cui Yanqing and others had grim expressions on their faces. The bottom of the valley was littered with charred corpses. More than a hundred bandits and dozens of Quan Xing masters were almost burned to carbonization. The old monk's bone beads and demon-subduing pestle shattered one after another during the fierce fight under the powerful attack of Jiang Mo. "This is not a solution. Everyone, don't hold back."
He let out a long roar, and his old body underwent an astonishing transformation. Gray Qi flowed out endlessly, and a dark gray Vajra Buddha statue with a corroded face leaving only bones quickly revived. Seeing that he was fighting desperately, Cui Yanqing no longer held back, and all the black matter was gathered back into his body, and then covered his internal organs, limbs and bones; When the Qi moved towards several key acupuncture points, his body was wrapped in dark armor, his eyes were bloodshot, and he became cruel and bloodthirsty, just like the demons described in ancient books. Mr. Huang, Mother Wu and the other four masters felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave. They clearly felt that the strength of the old monk and Cui Yanqing had increased suddenly, forming a huge gap between them and completely cutting off the connection. "kill--!" Cui Yanqing shouted loudly and disappeared from the spot in such a short time that it was impossible to catch him. When he reappeared, he had already punched Jiang Mo in the face with a heavy punch. "boom!" Jiang Mo raised his hand to block, dragged his arm, grabbed his face with his right hand, and smashed it against the hard rock wall, which immediately shattered into a spider web shape. "boom!" The Qi between his fingers burned like a flame, and the bloody burnt flesh made Cui Yanqing scream in pain. Just before his eyes were gouged out, the old monk came and swung his huge Vajra fist downward, attacking Jiang Mo directly. "die--!" Another master had circled to the back at some point, and took a deep breath, causing his abdomen to swell up. The Qi flowed through his meridians and lungs, angrily spitting out deep purple flames, which were vast and overwhelming, submerging the entire way. However, a bright, white barrier suddenly emerged from the ground, protecting Jiang Mo's entire body and trapping Cui Yanqing inside as well. "Boom!" Vajra fist marks fell like raindrops, purple fire burned, and the spherical barrier shook and roared, but no cracks appeared. Cui Yanqing was pinned to the ground, his head nearly pierced through. He fought back desperately but was still defeated. "Pfft!" Jiang Mo suddenly increased his strength, and while clamping the monster, his left hand pierced through Cui Yanqing's chest like a spear and grasped the violently beating heart. "Wow——!"
Bright light flowed from his five fingers, instantly refining the heart and breaking it into qi chips. Cui Yanqing, who had lost the energy provided by his heart, gradually became weaker and his ferocious eyes, like a tiger, became dull and lifeless. The roar continued, and the besieging old monk and four masters felt an inexplicable throbbing. When the barrier dissipated, their pupils suddenly shrank and their skin and flesh trembled. Cui Yanqing, a veteran of Quanxing, fell. His unwilling and resentful head, along with his spine, was held in Jiang Mo's hand. "boom!" The head was thrown casually, and Jiang Mo continued to move forward. Countless blazing silver chains evolved, hunting down the last five monsters. The first one who couldn't stand the pressure was the old woman with a red scarf who had lost her beast. More than ten chains easily killed her. The old monk was panting heavily. His skinny body had dark red blood vessels that were almost dried up. The consumption of using the external Dharma image was huge. Although it delayed the time of death, it was unable to withstand Jiang Mo's fierce attack. The bald old man, who was playing the killing move with his ten fingers, saw that death was imminent and tried to escape. He was surrounded and attacked by dense chains, which pierced his chest and smashed him to the ground from a great height. His skull was shattered and he was completely dead. The huge building was burned into ruins, with thick smoke and ashes floating in the air. The remaining four monsters had almost exhausted their physical strength and energy. Jiang Mo ignored Yu Qiantuo and the two masters, and just stared at the old monk whose power and Vajra appearance were constantly weakening, and smiled faintly: "Remember what I told you before? In return, I will give you an ancient spell. If you can survive, you can stay or go." The old monk's mouth was covered in blood, and his withered body was about to collapse. He was arrogant and arrogant, and scolded in a cold voice: "You can kill me or cut me up, young man." "I'm not so weak as to need your charity!" "Okay, walk slowly." Jiang Mo formed a seal with one hand, his eyes locked on the old monk, and he recited a complicated and obscure Beimo ancient language. The passage of time seemed to stop at this moment. With a loud "boom", the surrounding environment became dark. The unspeakable pain penetrated deep into the origin of the soul and almost tore the consciousness into countless pieces. In this dark world, the old monk was trapped in an extremely small and narrow coffin, with his limbs unable to stretch and completely broken. He had no time to chant scriptures or incantations to resist, and every second was enduring the worst torture in the world. The time was long and at first he was terrified and tried every possible way to leave. Half an hour later, his spirit collapsed. The old monk's heart was like a dead tree, his consciousness was crushed into pieces, and chaotic memories were scattered in his broken soul. He couldn't even make a hoarse wail. In this dark world, there is no light, no sound, only absolute silence and time that is infinitely extended, and the numb consciousness falls into purgatory. However, in the eyes of Yu Qiantuo and others, it was a completely different scene. As Jiang Mo recited the ancient spell, blood suddenly gushed out of the old monk's seven orifices, his eyeballs bulged, and he fell straight to his knees. His muscles and bones melted away inch by inch, which was both strange and terrifying. Yu Qiantuo closed his eyes in despair and gave up resisting, allowing his bruised body to bleed profusely. For him, it would be better to commit suicide than to be killed by that man. A stream of Qi exploded in his heart, and the life of this Taoist master from western Hunan came to an end. The two remaining demons, a man and a woman, looked similar, so they should be siblings. The man who was good at using purple fire stood in front and negotiated with Jiang Mo: "We have never had any grudges against Trinity. We were dragged into the dispute this time and had no choice."
"I also know the whereabouts of Wu Gensheng. I beg the Taoist priest to show mercy and let my sister go." Looking at his self-sacrificing attitude, Jiang Mo couldn't help but smile: "Are you kidding me at this moment? Just use the excuse of having no choice to fool yourself." "Master, are you really going to force us into a dead end?" The man refused to argue. The negotiations broke down, and he risked everything. Purple flames surged as he fought with Jiang Mo, with the female demon assisting him. "Pfft!" "Pfft!" This was a meaningless act of flying moths into a flame. The lives of the two men were far less valuable than Jiang Mo's. In less than ten rounds, they were swept by the silver chains, their heads were cut off, and they lay in a pool of blood. At this point, all the bandits and monsters in Quanxing's other stronghold, Gao Huzi Village, were killed and engulfed in a sea of fire. (End of this chapter)