Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 51: The Pig is King
It seems that words with the word "love" always have a magical power that makes people disregard life and death.
For example, hobbies.
To be more precise, Chen Shushu's hobby is to watch high-level practitioners fight each other, without caring at all whether his life will be killed by someone else's palm.
"It's a master." Chen Shushu exclaimed. His eyes reflected the menacing golden Buddha statue, and his head turned along with it.
The golden Buddha statue first appeared on the horizon and instantly enlarged in the eyes. There was a burly figure faintly in it, running towards them with a huge Zen stick under his feet.
Amidst the whistling, the Buddha statue continued to move forward, bringing with it a huge gust of wind that caused the branches and leaves to shake violently, and it fell to the battlefield like a meteor.
"Boom!" Golden light exploded, dust flew everywhere, and screams were heard incessantly.
A huge circular wave of wind and waves mixed with sand and gravel suddenly spread out in all directions like sea waves, blowing Wang Chen's clothes and hair into a frenzy.
The gravel came like thrown stones, raining down on Wang Chen, and he had to raise his hands to block it.
A terrifying huge pit appeared where the Buddha statue fell, and the surrounding trees fell down in large numbers.
In the big pit, a bald, angry-looking monk wearing a gray-white monk robe raised one hand and swept it around.
There were scraps of flesh all around, and some cultivators were even crushed into meat patties by the golden Buddha statue.
This guy actually didn't distinguish between the righteous and evil ways and just sat down and killed more than a dozen Sky Controlling Realm cultivators? Wang Chen was a little bit unbelievable.
"Damn it! They said they were looking for someone to ask for directions, but they all died." The monk suddenly looked at Wang Chen with angry eyes and muttered, "There are two little bugs. Are you going to crush them to death? Forget it. God is merciful."
As he spoke, the staff emitted golden light and shot up into the sky. The monk stomped his foot violently, causing the earth to shake. Then he leaped up and transformed into the golden body of the Buddha, which flew past with a loud bang.
"You...sister, is this the so-called inheritance?" Wang Chen felt inexplicably excited and didn't even care about the indecent language.
So this is what cultivation is?
At this moment, he felt that those fireballs, ice, flying swords and other things that were unattainable in the eyes of mortals were simply playing house in the world of cultivation!
"By the way, didn't Chen Shushu piss himself with fright?"
The monk looked over with astonishing aura, and it was obvious that he had discovered them. Chen Shushu's cultivation was low, and his combat power was probably even lower, so it was not impossible that he could not control his sphincter.
Wang Chen looked to the side, only to see the nerd Chen Shushu holding a book and writing furiously.
"What's written?" He leaned over to take a look and saw that Chen Shushu had written:
"The crazy monk from the Jialan Discipline Academy, ranked 122nd in the Blue Ranking, inherited the Jialan Temple, which is shaped like a golden Buddha statue. My guess is that the golden Buddha statue has a huge bonus to Buddhism, and each of his Buddhist moves will definitely be more powerful. Combined with his crazy temperament and terrifying power, his moves must be very powerful, and ordinary cultivators cannot resist him."
Wang Chen was stunned and secretly admired him.
This "encyclopedia" is not simple, not because of his beautiful handwriting. Just by taking a look at it for two times, he can actually analyze such a conclusion. He is simply a born paparazzi. If he doesn't die, he will become a giant dog in the future.
After Chen Shushu finished writing, he put the booklet in his arms, his eyes shone with fanaticism, and he ran in the direction where the crazy monk flew. At this moment, Wang Chen was full of yearning for the inheritance, and he no longer released his spiritual sense to explore, but silently practiced the Qi Condensation Technique and walked quickly forward.
As if noticing that Wang Chen's breath had suddenly disappeared, Chen Shushu turned around and looked at Wang Chen in confusion, then nodded in agreement and said, "Your breath-hiding technique is extraordinary."
It was obvious that Chen Shushu regarded Wang Chen as a smooth person like him who focused his entire life on saving his life. He nodded in admiration and was inspired. He slowly took out a set of gray-brown fur from his storage bag.
This fur coat was actually a one-piece one. When Chen Shushu put it on, he looked like a frogman, except that his whole body was furry and he had two big ears on his head. After he put it on, he ignored Wang Chen, slowly turned around, and moved forward again. At the same time, Chen Shushu's breath disappeared instantly.
Seeing that there was a gray-brown tail hanging behind Chen Shushu, Wang Chen was stunned, and an indescribable feeling passed through his heart.
This fur was obviously the same kind of item used to block spiritual consciousness as the rusty leaves on top of the brown bear's den that he had occupied. It looked like the fur was stripped from some kind of rodent monster. The creation of nature was really... a bit like Zhong Shenxiu's.
The deeper into the battlefield, the more intense the fighting becomes. These young people in the cultivation world are unwilling to submit to each other, and at an age when they don't care about the consequences at all, they are so enraged with fighting that who cares about the purpose of coming here in the first place?
Those Sky Control Realm cultivators who have some accomplishments in the outside world and are considered the backbone of the gang are like consumables here. They want to extricate themselves, but are deeply trapped.
Every time you walk a certain distance, you can see the corpses of cultivators.
These cultivators, who were usually high and mighty and revered as immortals by mortals, died in this jungle full of monsters and beasts. Even under the bombardment of magic spells, not even their entire bodies were left.
Mortals only know that immortals roam freely between heaven and earth, just like Wang Chen in Huangpo Village.
Who knows the cruelty of the cultivation world? Most cultivators are nothing but cannon fodder for the sake of one man's success and the sacrifice of thousands of others.
The sound of fighting in the distance became more and more intense, but Chen Shushu's footsteps suddenly stopped.
There was no sign of any fighting nearby. Wang Chen looked around in confusion, and felt a sharp pain in his eyes.
The area was filled with corpses of cultivators, or to be more precise, with broken limbs and arms. The blood of these cultivators was clearly spurting out before they died, dyeing the surrounding trees and grass red, but the broken limbs were not far from the corpses, as if they had broken off on their own rather than being split apart violently.
What was strange was that the remaining true energy around was like a sharp blade, bringing countless tiny cutting sensations.
Chen Shushu didn't feel the scene was scary at all. He took out the booklet and started writing quickly.
"The corpse is split apart, and the shape is strange. It looks like the Heavenly Demon Hundred Splitting Fist, which is the inherited boxing method of the Heavenly Demon Palace. It is said that this boxing method requires the inherited Heavenly Demon Body of the Heavenly Demon Palace to perform. The person who came is Tu Lie, who is ranked 114th in the Qingbang Ranking Tournament."
After finishing writing, he was like a detective who was getting closer and closer to the truth. His eyes became more and more excited. He had almost reached a state of oblivion of himself and the world. He even forgot that Wang Chen was still behind him. He just kept groping forward.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, a roar of a strange beast was heard in the distance, shaking the leaves. At the same time, the shouts of the cultivators fighting each other suddenly became chaotic.
Someone could faintly scream, but it was mixed with the roars of the strange beasts and could not be heard clearly.
Chen Shushu seemed to know what had happened ahead, and no longer cared about hiding himself. He sped forward, and Wang Chen followed closely.
From afar, I saw a strange beast as tall as a hill. It had a fat, black body and two white fangs, just like a giant wild boar walking upright.
It kept howling towards the sky, making huge howling sounds like a pig being slaughtered, which attracted rumbling wind and thunder. When it howled, the air near its bloody mouth kept vibrating, and there was a loud sound caused by the air being shaken.
Amid the sound of heavy footsteps, the huge pig demon waved a terrifying, irregular iron stick as big as a tree in his hand and swung it towards the cultivators who were fighting fiercely.
"It's the Pig Demon King, half a step into the foundation building stage, but his skin is tough and his flesh is thick, so ordinary cultivators in the early stage of foundation building don't dare to provoke him."
When Chen Shushu saw this ferocious beast that he had never seen in the past, he talked to himself excitedly, as if he was talking to Wang Chen.
If you can keep your excitement to yourself and not tell anyone, it would be a bit depressing.
The Pig Demon King's eyes were red and he was extremely furious.
There is no doubt that pigs have strong reproductive capacity, but it is one thing for their descendants to be slaughtered every day. Now these guys have appeared in his territory on a large scale. In an instant, the breath of his descendants has disappeared a lot, just like being cut off. How can it bear this?
Even though there were countless cultivators in front of it, it showed no fear. The iron rod, as big as a tree, swept down, and several cultivators were unable to dodge. They screamed in panic and were smashed into meat paste.
Overwhelmed by the ferocious power of the Pig Demon King, the cultivators retreated in panic and even stopped fighting for a while.
"Kill it!" A cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Condensation was blood-thirsty . He flew into the air and punched out. The red fist mark was as solid as a substance and hit the pig monster on the head, causing a violent explosion.
However, before the cultivator could rejoice over his victory, he heard a horrifying howl, and a wave of sound turned into a transparent air ring that came crashing down on him.
His whole body trembled slightly, and he was briefly dazed. When he came to his senses again, he saw that the pig demon was in front of him and hit him hard with a stick.
The light of all the defensive magic weapons on his body lit up, illuminating the frightened face of the cultivator.
"Boom!" A simple blow of the stick shattered all the cultivator's magic weapons.
His body was like a rag doll, twisted and floating in the air as if it had no bones, and then fell heavily to the ground.
"This is a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Condensation! He is not a casual cultivator like that. How could he die like this?"
Wang Chen was shocked by the strong visual impact.
“Boom!”
Another blow from the hammer. The pig demon was huge and fat, but its movements seemed slow but were actually fast. Two more unlucky cultivators were unable to dodge and were hammered to death on the spot.
"run!"
Panic spread among the cultivators, and the cultivators from both the good and evil sides who were fighting chose to run away. This battle between the young generation of good and evil was about to be settled by a pig demon.
