Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 52: Choice
Wang Chen’s world is very quiet.
It was not because of the ferocious power of the Pig Demon King, but because he felt that the Pig Demon Valley gave him a familiar feeling.
Subconsciously , he thought this feeling was important, like a crossroads of fate.
Everyone may find a familiar feeling at a certain time, in a certain place, or with a certain person. It is clearly something that has just happened or is about to happen, but it seems as if it has been experienced before.
Wang Chen had such a feeling at this moment, but he instantly found the source of this feeling.
A map tainted by ghosts...
One of the terrains is the valley where the pig monster appears!
The map is very clear. As long as you can locate one of the directions, it is only a matter of time to find the final destination.
His pupils suddenly shrank and his heart beat faster.
When did I become excited about this opportunity with almost no hope of survival?
Perhaps when I truly understand the meaning of the word inheritance, I can no longer wait, and I can no longer tolerate myself standing outside the real world of cultivation.
Silently taking out the map, Chen Shushu was still tracking the Pig Demon King with fanatical eyes.
Looking closely, Wang Chen determined that the place marked on the map was the Pig Demon Valley, and the location of the ruins where the inheritance was hidden was not far away.
The thumb and index finger pinched the thin but tough leather.
Wang Chen's heart was a little cold, just like his eyes at the moment.
A pulling force can be clearly heard from the map, and that force is getting closer and closer.
Wang Chen couldn't help but look up at the sky.
The sound of wind and thunder rolled in from the distance, and it sounded strangely familiar.
The golden light was dazzling, reflected in his eyes, and quickly grew larger.
What is louder than the sound of wind and thunder is someone's arrogant laughter.
The mad monk's angry and laughing expression was very strange. He turned into a golden Buddha statue and pounced on the Pig Demon King without any tricks.
"Buzz!" The dark golden Zen stick kept shaking and making strange noises, then it suddenly stabbed straight out!
At the same time, the golden Buddha statue suddenly opened its eyes, and the Buddha's hand attached to the Zen staff stretched out a finger.
The pig demon's eyes turned red, he howled wildly, and attacked with the iron rod.
In mid-air, the mad monk and the golden Buddha statue that appeared were even smaller than the pig demon's iron rod, not to mention the pitifully small Zen stick in his hand. However, he was fearless and laughed wildly.
"Boom!" A thunderclap sounded on the ground.
A dazzling golden light burst out, and a circular air wave quickly spread.
With the man and the monster as the center, sand and rocks were flying within a hundred feet radius, and countless trees rose from the ground.
All the cultivators who were originally fleeing in all directions due to the frightening power of the Pig Demon King stopped and stared at this scene from afar.
The pig demon king took several steps back, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with each step.
"It feels great!" After the violent collision, the crazy monk laughed as if nothing had happened, jumped into the air, raised his Zen stick with both hands and smashed it down without any fancy moves.
At the same time, the golden Buddha statue glared with anger and brought down a palm attached to the Zen staff with a bang.
"Bang!" Blood and flesh splattered, just like a huge flower of flesh and blood blooming, and the howling of the Pig Demon King stopped abruptly.
The huge head was smashed to pieces by the crazy monk, and blood flowed everywhere like a waterfall. The huge headless body fell down with a loud bang, shaking the earth and crushing countless trees.
"Damn it, I can't get enough of it!"
The crazy monk's gray robe was soaked in blood, and he looked like a Shura from hell, his voice shaking the whole place. Where was the Buddha spirit left?
"Crazy Monk!" The righteous cultivator recognized him and shouted in surprise.
The evil cultivator's expression changed drastically.
It is often the top combat power that determines the direction of a large-scale battle.
If a strong man like the Mad Monk rushed over, it would be like a tiger among a flock of sheep.
"Where are our ranked strongmen?"
For a moment, a group of evil practitioners panicked, scattered in all directions, and even ran away in all directions.
However, many people were hesitant. This inexplicable fight had turned into a battle between the young cultivators of the righteous and evil paths. If they escaped, the evil cultivators would not be able to hold their heads up for many years.
Just when the morale of the righteous practitioners was boosted and they were about to charge forward, a red light suddenly appeared and turned into an afterimage and attacked the crazy monk.
No one, whether righteous or evil, dared to stand in front of the Shura killer-like crazy monk, so there was no one around him.
In full view of the crowd, no one knew where this deadly red shadow came from.
The crazy monk's complaining voice suddenly stopped.
Instead, there was a sound of dense raindrops of true energy colliding.
Boom boom boom boom!
The two of them had exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.
Too fast! Wang Chen tried his best to see clearly that the red figure looked like a human, but not completely human. His hands and feet were covered with thick scales, and he had a single horn on his head. His red hair was flying, and his body was agile and contained explosive power. When he punched and kicked, there were faint dragons, tigers and other strange beasts that took shape, roaring continuously, with amazing momentum.
The mad monk's eyes were wide open with anger, and the golden Buddha statue behind him had transformed into six arms, which swiftly slapped down, and the two men engaged in close combat.
How dare this person fight against the crazy monk?
In Wang Chen's opinion, this crazy monk is like a demon ape that is a thousand times stronger. The best way to fight him should be to kite him rather than to fight him head-on.
He quietly looked at Chen Shushu beside him, and sure enough, this guy was staring at the two of them without blinking, while writing furiously without lowering his head.
"Tu Lie, the inheritor of the Heavenly Demon Palace, is said to be extremely skilled in assassination. It is indeed true. The embryonic form of the Heavenly Demon Body has already appeared, and the true meaning of the Hundred Ripping Fist has already been obtained. It is estimated that he will be able to improve his ranking in the next Qingbang ranking battle. If his opponent is not a crazy monk who is also good at close combat, he will definitely be at a disadvantage at this moment."
"This guy can even name the tricks used by others?" Wang Chen was secretly amazed.
At this moment, some cultivators have recognized Tu Lie.
"It's Tu Lie!"
"He's here too!"
"You righteous people just wait, once that monk is defeated, you will all die!"
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"Nonsense! Once Tu Lie dies, you will all die." The righteous cultivator showed no sign of weakness.
"That monk's ranking is eight places lower than Tu Lie's. I think you are still living in a dream!"
The onlookers fought for a long time, new and old hatreds surged up together, and they shouted and cursed at each other, which turned into admiration for the decisive fighting power of both sides. It seemed as if they had all stopped fighting and cheered the two men up.
The collision of true energy caused a tremendous sound and a muffled sound like thunder. In the air, two air currents, one golden and one red, were faintly surging. These famous young masters of both good and evil already had the ability to influence the celestial phenomena.
At this moment, a golden sword light came rapidly from the horizon, as powerful as thunder. Perhaps it was due to the sound of the fight between the mad monk and Tu Lie, or because this man's true power was too strong, a gust of wind suddenly blew up from the ground, causing sand and stones to fly and the grass and trees to sag.
Wang Chen raised his eyes and saw the man in fluttering white clothes, with a faint afterimage following him. It was Li Xun, the diabolo swordsman.
Tu Lie also noticed Li Xun. His eyes flashed red, he threw a fake punch, then pulled back, as agile as a cheetah.
"What a pleasure!" the crazy monk shouted. He did not pursue, his face flushed, his eyes actually revealed a fanatical look.
He didn't even look at Li Xun, but shouted to Tu Lie: "If you fight me, I will kill anyone who dares to interfere!"
The crazy monk's words were indeed very satisfying, but they were vaguely directed at Li Xun, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Li Xun, who was floating in the air, looked gloomy and snorted coldly, but did not move at all.
Strictly speaking, Li Xun and the Mad Monk both belong to the righteous sect. If the two join forces, Tu Lie can only rely on his physical skills to escape.
But at this moment, Tu Lie's entire attention was focused on the two of them. If the situation was not right, he was confident that he would leave, and the Crazy Monk and Li Xun would definitely not allow him to stay.
The morale of the righteous practitioners was greatly shaken. After a brief silence, they started shouting and cursing. Some practitioners, with torn clothes and bloody faces, loudly begged the crazy monk and Li Xun to avenge the dead righteous practitioners.
Hearing these voices, Wang Chen smiled secretly in his heart. With his understanding of the cultivation world, these so-called revenge ideas are not as good as practicing diligently to have a glimmer of hope in the future. If you expect others to avenge you, whether they are on the same righteous or evil path, then it is too naive.
Things were far from over. Suddenly, there was a roar of a strange beast coming from the sky, like a lion or a horse.
With the experience of the Pig Demon King just now, everyone had an idea in their mind: the most powerful young cultivators of both the good and evil paths are here, so what demon beast dares to come here and act so recklessly?
Wang Chen, who also heard the roar, was shocked.
The roar of the strange beast seemed to come from a very far distance behind him, but it appeared behind him in an instant. A terrifying and familiar , and then the sound of wind and fire and a black shadow passed over his head.
He looked up in shock, only to see black fog filling the sky and countless wronged souls struggling in agony. The strange thing was that as the black fog passed by, some of it fell down and just passed over the heads of many cultivators below.
A cultivator looked up with his eyes wide open, wanting to see who was making such a big noise, but the black mist soaked into his eyes. He closed his eyes and rubbed them, but he only felt a blood-red vision, and then fell into darkness. He screamed, half-knelt on the ground, and two lines of blood drooped from his eyes. He died in such a painful struggle.
At this time, the cultivators realized that the black fog was so terrifying. They wanted to escape, but it was too late. They heard screams incessantly, and dozens of cultivators shrouded in the black fog slowly turned into a pool of blood, and even their magic weapons were not spared.
Wang Chen's gaze was fixed on a pitch-black chariot in mid-air.
They were two strange beasts with lion heads and unicorn bodies, pulling a pitch-black carriage with luxurious curtains at the door. They were floating in the air above the three people.
"Yin Shiyu..." Wang Chen and Chen Shushu spoke at the same time.
The difference is that Wang Chen's voice is very cold.
The pulling force of the map is pointing towards the luxurious chariot. In this case, once Yin Shiyu takes the map out of the storage ring, he will also be able to sense the pulling force pointing towards himself.
Maybe today, only one of him and Yin Shiyu will survive.
