Chapter 41 Devastated
Chapter 41 Devastated
Just when the bell fell.
All that was seen was the whisk in Taoist Simu's hand, which swung at the zombie with a ray of silver light:
"Snapped!"
When the whisk hit the zombie, the zombie's entire body was crackling with fire, and it looked as if it was being cooked.
“…Crackle!”
"……roar!!"
A grief-stricken roar came out of the zombie's mouth, as if it was its last words left in this world.
At this time, Uncle Jiu suddenly said to Taoist Simu who was about to hit the zombie with his whisk:
"Brother, get out of the way!!"
Hearing this, Taoist Simu quickly clenched the whisk in his hand, and then jumped to the side.
Look towards Uncle Nine.
By the time Taoist Simu jumped out of the way, Uncle Jiu and the zombies were already in a straight line.
The next moment, Uncle Jiu pointed with his left hand and pointed with his right hand. The sword finger poked into the bubbling golden water bowl:
"brush!"
A drop of water was suddenly picked up and flew up.
Then, Uncle Jiu's hands remained unchanged, with his left hand pointing to the Dao and his right hand pointing to the sword. The Dao finger pointed to the sword finger of his right hand, while the sword finger of his right hand drew a talisman in the void and pointed it at the zombie:
"Tian Gang's method of destroying evil, command!"
Following Uncle Jiu's shout, the water in the golden bowl that was bubbling suddenly turned into a stream and swept towards the zombie.
"Crash!!"
Looking around, the flying bowl of water looked like a long golden river, sweeping the zombies inside.
"……roar!!"
"Uh...ah!!"
The creepy roar continued to come out from the ball of golden light, and in just a blink of an eye, there was no sound anymore.
Then look at the zombie.
Only a wisp of black ash was left at the place where the zombie was originally, and even its bones had been completely worn away.
Seeing this scene, Taoist Simu, who had just jumped aside, now looked at the wisp of black ash in front of him with horror:
"...Brother, have you cultivated the Tian Gang Po Xie Fa to this level?"
"Didn't Master say that the Tian Gang Demon-Breaking Technique can only destroy evil spirits without harming the body? You, you, you... you have reached the pinnacle of perfection, and are you going to create another glory?"
When he said this, Taoist Simu couldn't help but look scared.
Oh my god! Fortunately, I ran fast. If I had hesitated for two more seconds, I would have been the only one left with nothing.
I have long known that my senior brother has made great achievements in the Tiangang method of breaking evil, but I didn't expect that his achievements have reached this level.
Among the three generations of Maoshan, it is estimated that no one can match my senior brother in this magic.
It’s so horrible, so horrible!
After seeing the wisp of black ash and listening to Taoist Simu's words, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but reveal a trace of hesitation on his face:
“Have I really cultivated to this point?”
He remembered that he didn't seem to have really practiced the Tiangang Breaking Evil Method to the point where it could harm the body and destroy the bones and blood.
But what was going on? However, when Uncle Jiu saw the respect that Taoist Simu showed for his senior brother, he subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and looked very humble:
"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile. I have only achieved a small amount. I don't deserve such praise from you, Junior Brother..."
Although he spoke in a low-key manner, Uncle Jiu put one hand behind his back, and his whole body exuded the demeanor of a master.
Seeing Uncle Jiu's actions, Taoist Simu couldn't help but sigh:
"As expected of Senior Brother Lin, even though he has left the mountain, his Taoism is still far superior to that of my fellow disciples."
Then, he changed the subject:
"Since you have reached this stage in your practice, how about you lend me this whisk to play with for a few days?"
Uncle Jiu, who had just appeared to be a master, lost all his bearing when he heard about the whisk.
"You are such a good bastard, I let you use it, but you actually want to covet my whisk?"
Then, he turned around very lightly, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Simu, then he took the dustpan out of his hand with both hands.
However, when he lightly blew the whisk and found that a few silver threads on the floating stone had been burnt, Uncle Jiu's face suddenly froze:
"Didn't I tell you that the Master's whisk is extremely precious... so be! Careful! With! It!"
When he spoke to the end, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but stare at the Taoist priest Simu in front of him, emphasizing every word.
If the guy in front of him wasn't his junior fellow apprentice, he would have jumped up and knocked his head off.
This ancestor's whisk is a real treasure.
With his offerings, he not only borrowed some of the ancestor's divine power, but also even possessed half of the star's energy.
This was a whisk that he had refined by chance, and he usually was reluctant to use it.
I didn't expect that using Simu would actually burn off a few of his silver threads. It was so painful that I couldn't breathe!
Seeing his senior brother looking like he was going to eat him, Taoist Simu retreated again and again, smiling awkwardly:
"I also know that your whisk is a great treasure. This is not the first time I have held it. I was playing with it for a while and forgot everything else..."
He had been eyeing this whisk for a long time, but his senior brother had always treasured it and wouldn't let anyone touch it.
Now that he has finally come across this opportunity, how can he not try out the effects of this treasure?
Now it seems that this big treasure is indeed very powerful. No wonder my senior brother worships it in front of the ancestor every day and does not allow anyone to touch it.
When he said this, he tentatively said:
"...How about you give me this whisk, Senior Brother? I'll find a way to fix it for you and return it to you in a couple of days?"
Seeing those eyes staring at the precious whisk in his hand with shining eyes, Uncle Jiu's face suddenly darkened:
"Humph! Just give it back to me in two days? I'm afraid that you'll be happy when you borrow it, but will have nothing when you return it!"
"I still remember clearly the time when you borrowed Junior Brother Qianhe's Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword!"
Simu is a money-grubber. Don't even think about getting something out of his hands.
Looking at the way this guy was staring at the whisk in his hand, if he really lent this whisk to him to repair it, it would probably be like throwing a meat bun at a dog.
Hearing his senior brother bringing up the past and firmly stating his position, Simu gave up the idea immediately. He then pointed at Qiu Sheng and the others and said awkwardly:
"Brother, the guys below are all here, please give me some face..."
After hearing what Simu said, Uncle Jiu carefully placed the whisk in front of the statue of the ancestor, and then said in a gentle tone:
"Brother, you should rest for a few more days at the charity cemetery this time. I just finished my work here, so I have time to welcome you."
(End of this chapter)