Chapter 294: The Stand-in Runs Away, the Real Person Takes Over

Chapter 294: The Stand-in Runs Away, the Real Person Takes Over

Chapter 294: The Stand-in Runs Away, the Real Person Takes Over

Huang Tianhua was struggling and was becoming increasingly unable to hold out. The scimitar left several wounds on his body and he was on the verge of collapsing.

The Rakshasa woman was horrified and said quickly, "Boss, the coolie you tricked is going to be killed. Are we just going to watch him die?"

The Shadow Warrior's Stand was not at all panicked. After all, its personality was just made up of codes, and it had a sense of relaxation far beyond that of carbon-based creatures.

Seeing that her boss was indifferent, the Rakshasa woman became even more anxious and racked her brains to think of a solution. She said, "Boss, how about you lend me your palm leaf fan? I will go to help and fan the demon away with one hand."

"Banana fan?" The shadow warrior finally responded, and said with difficulty: "Unfortunately, I don't have it with me. You won't use the excuse of stealing the treasure and run away after getting the banana fan, right?"

The Rakshasa woman's eyes flickered as she said with a wry smile, "How is that possible? My loyalty to the company is evident to all heaven and earth..."

Two spectators were still arguing, and Huang Tianhua on the battlefield finally reached his limit. He was hit on the shoulder by the devil's knife, leaving a hideous wound and his body was almost split in half.

Huang Tianhua screamed and fell from the clouds. His great supernatural powers of three heads and six arms disappeared, and he fell to the ground, dying.

The devil roared to the sky, raised the scimitars in his six arms, and was about to pounce down from the sky to give him a fatal blow.

"My life is over!"

Huang Tianhua's eyes widened, his immortal power was too much, and he was unable to stand up. He could only watch the blade approaching him and roared: "This time, I must have been deceived by Wen Rui again. He is using his merits as bait to lure the Demon King to kill me and avenge my betrayal of the Shang Dynasty!"

Lying on the ground, Huang Tianhua turned his head with great effort and looked towards the transport ship where Wen Rui was, still holding on to the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

He hoped that he had misunderstood Wen Rui, and that at the critical moment, Wen Rui would not abandon him and would definitely find a way to rescue him from this dead end.

However, what he saw was that the transport ship suddenly accelerated, so fast that it tore through the space and passed through the hexagonal space channel.

Just leave him and run away!

Huang Tianhua's heart suddenly sank to the bottom. He became more and more convinced that he would not realize the truth until he was about to die.

Wen Rui, the remnant of the Jiejiao sect, had never let go of his grudges. Instead, he was plotting revenge and used a treacherous scheme to trick himself into coming to the Demon Realm to die.

With the death of Huang Tianhua, the guardian of Ghost Gate, the vacant clergy position is difficult to fill for a while. Isn't Ghost Gate as good as undefended?
Wen Rui colludes with the demon clan again, and they attack the Ghost Gate with internal and external cooperation. The gates between the underworld and the mortal world are wide open, and billions of ghosts and monsters pour into the mortal world from the Ghost Gate. By then, the world will be in chaos and the three realms will be in turmoil. He will then sit back and reap the benefits, hiding in the dark and secretly assassinating his enemies.

The more Huang Tianhua thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and the more he regretted it.

But now, it seems that everything is too late. He has no strength to resist anymore. The devil's scimitar is about to fall, cutting him into pieces and sending him into reincarnation again.

Having committed such a huge mistake, he would be unable to escape the blame even if he turned into a wronged spirit. Not to mention being reincarnated as a celestial being in the next life, it would already be a favor from the Jade Emperor if he didn't go to hell.

"Wen Rui, you wicked man! You deceived me so badly. I hate you so much. Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!"

With a grudge that he had no place to vent, Huang Tianhua let out his final roar.

"What the hell are you yelling about!"

Wen Rui's voice unexpectedly rang in Huang Tianhua's ears: "It's just a little late, why did your stinky brother curse?"

Huang Tianhua clearly saw the transport ship jump away, but he didn't expect Wen Rui to have used his great ability to shrink the earth and teleport silently, and now he was standing next to him. In fact, the shadow warrior did escape with the Rakshasa woman, and the one who appeared next to Huang Tianhua now was Wen Rui's real body.

It happened so quickly that in the blink of an eye, the stand-in and the original body were handed over.

The Demon King, who had completed accumulating power, happened to swoop down from a high altitude. With the swing of his six arms, the flaming blades intertwined to form a sword net, and it seemed that Wen Rui and Huang Tianhua were about to be drawn into the sword net and chopped into pieces.

Wen Rui was not in a hurry. He raised his left hand and gently fanned it in the direction where the devil was rushing.

This fan seemed to be as easy as shooing away a mosquito, but when the action was completed, a strong wind blew out, and a vast and endless dark wind blew out from his palm.

A cold wind blew, and the flames burning on the demon's six scimitars were immediately extinguished, and the demon's pair of flesh wings were torn apart by the strong wind.

A huge hole was blown in the wing membrane, and the bones connecting the flesh wings and the spine could not withstand the huge tearing force and broke off at the root.

The demon king, who was five meters tall and had muscles as thick as a giant bear, was like a mosquito caught in a tornado. His body was involuntarily tossed up and down in the turbulent winds, leaving behind a series of irregular flight paths.

When the strong wind died down, the demon king, who had lost his wings, fell heavily to the ground.

The devil's body was strong, so the fall was not severe, but after being stirred by the strong wind and turbulence just now, it was like putting an egg into a high-speed vibrating sieve, and the yolk was almost shaken apart.

The devil got up tremblingly, opened his bloody mouth, and before he could even roar, he vomited with a "vomit" sound, and vomited out all the residue in his stomach mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"Jarvis, record the test parameters and go back to optimize the model of the turbulent wind."

Wen Rui turned over his left palm, looked at the palm with surprise, and gave an order to Jarvis.

A magical pattern of a banana fan with an almost 100% restoration appeared on the palm of his left hand.

After countless tests, Wen Rui finally found the most suitable position for weaving magic patterns, which was the palm of his left hand.

The magic pattern on the banana fan cannot be too large, otherwise the output power of the Yin wind will be too strong, and the power cannot be controlled at all, and the body will surely explode and die.

It cannot be tattooed on the right hand, because the left side is Yin and the right side is Yang. If the Yin and Yang attributes are reversed, there will be a bug and it will not be effective.

After consuming tens of thousands of clones and careful debugging, Wen Rui finally developed a test sample magic pattern that can be used in actual combat, which is the one on the palm of his left hand.

After this magic pattern introduced the Hunyuan Qi, the cold wind it fanned out was several levels less powerful than a real banana fan, and it was not capable of sending the opponent flying tens of thousands of miles with just one fan.

But the advantage of reduced power is that the sensitivity of controlling wind direction and air turbulence form is greatly improved.

The palm-leaf fan itself can only blow out directional cold wind, but Wen Rui can, through changes in hand gestures, blow out a vortex trajectory of wind direction that can only be figured out with precise calculations using fluid mechanics formulas.

Once caught in turbulence, your body will be like a devil caught in a whirlwind, performing uncontrollable ultra-high-speed Brownian motion in the whirlwind, causing great damage to your internal organs.

The Demon King got up and staggered for a long time before he woke up from the dizziness, regained his balance, and rushed towards Wen Rui again.

Wen Rui raised his hand like Iron Man using a palm cannon, pointed his palm at the charging demon king, took a quick glance, and said, "Jarvis, record the parameters again. I want to test the power of the Banana Yinfeng Impact Cannon."

(End of this chapter)