Huang Tianhua was far away from the battlefield, hiding the Pan Tian Seal in his sleeve, ready to strike an enemy with a sudden blow. At this moment, he saw his father losing ground and fixated his eyes on Zhang Kui in search of weaknesses.
Huang Feihu had fought on the battlefield for half his life, what kind of enemy hasn't he seen? Yet he was not in a hurry, blocking and bracing on both sides, defending with absolute tightness and not giving Zhang Kui any opportunity.
The unicorn-like beast galloped with the wind, its speed reaching the extreme. It truly resembled a wisp of smoke, accompanied by a faint aroma like a mixture of camphor and charcoal. It quickly passed by the right side of the five-colored divine bull for the third time.
Zhang Kui held his knife with both hands and slashed at Huang Feihu's unguarded back.
At the same time, seeing the vulnerability, the five-color divine bull lifted its hind legs, gathering all its strength, and gave a kick to the delicate belly of the unicorn-like smoke beast.
The five-color divine bull was already strong, and the powerful kick landed directly on its belly after storing up energy for a long time.
A sharp whimper, the unicorn-like smoke beast felt as if its intestines had been broken by the kick. It lost consciousness and its two hind legs fell to the ground instantly. Zhang Kui's balance was disrupted, his long knife only grazed Huang Feihu's shin, but Huang Feihu swung his arm in a full circle and delivered a powerful blow with his gold hairpin that carried tremendous force, directly hitting Zhang Kui's right shoulder.
Zhang Kui landed smoothly, and his figure just flickered before he vanished in place.
"Hmm?! That's it!" Huang Tianhua, who was watching the battle, was stunned. After two breaths, he realized that this was the earth-traveling technique mentioned by his Uncle Deng. He quickly took the amulet but was a beat late. Zhang Kui had already emerged from the other side, and the unicorn-like smoke beast also staggered slightly before rejoining its master.
Huang Feihu didn't even glance at the wound on his calf, and Zhang Kui also reattached his dislocated arm, even throwing away his helmet and picking up his sword to face the enemy again.
Great opportunity missed, Huang Tianhua was very regretful. He realized that he really lacks experience.
Deng Chanyu also mentioned that she had limited magical power and Daoist cultivation, and the duration and range of the amulet were both not very long. Huang Tianhua himself had to decide when to use it. If not, he could use it a few breaths before Zhang Kui started using the earth-traveling technique, or during his earth travel. Deng Chanyu personally suggested that the latter was more convenient.
Huang Tianhua kept his eyes firmly fixed on Zhang Kui, calmly analyzing and seeking the best moment to use the talisman.
Deng Chanyu arrived at the rear of the army.
Upon seeing the Close-Range Eighteen Demonic Dance, she was slightly moved. The original designer of this formation has some true talent.
I've heard that over at the Blood Sea, it's composed of six groups of the Eighteen Celestial Demon Dances, forming a grand dance formation of one hundred and eight.
Although this scale is much smaller now, it still caused a large number of casualties among our rear ranks.
The Eighteen Celestial Demon Dance can provoke the "madness" hidden deep within human consciousness.
Madness taken to the extreme becomes demonic.
Take humans as an example, actually, human brains are very keen to killing themselves.
For instance, when standing by the side of a building, your brain might occasionally give you an impulse to jump down. While driving, you may have a very strong desire to crash into the car in front of you. However, in most cases, normal people use logic to block these signals.
The Celestial Demon Dance will suppress reason and release the madness.
Deng Chanyu is already a man of the Tao, and such low-level tricks won't affect her.
As the body hints in the Eighteen Celestial Demon Dance become heavier, not only are the Deng family soldiers affected, but even the pursuers from the Eastern Duke were thirsty and flushed with their faces.
Deng Chanyu's heart was as still as water, and she glanced at the celestial demon dance for two glances.
The movements are quite seductive, but the skin color of these people is a bit black!
"Skinned devils."
Although she doesn't have divine eyes, her cultivation is far superior to that of these half immortals who were hastily made into props for the formation through some means.
Deng Chanyu used the Rainbow Transformation technique and instantly rushed into the Eighteen Celestial Demon Dance formation.
A demoness was about to take a step forward according to the set rhythm, but suddenly saw Deng Chanyu standing in her place. Her steps faltered, and this falter threw off the entire rhythm of the dance.
Deng Chanyu grabbed the demoness's neck with one hand, the skin smooth and with a faint layer of translucent luster.
Deng Chanyu's five fingers pressed down on the skin, her nails piercing through it, but no blood flowed out. Confirming her guess, she grabbed the human skin and pulled it forcefully into her bosom.
She saw a blood-matted, faceless, and internally empty humanoid monster with its organs completely scooped out, panicking and retreating. In her hand, Deng Chanyu held a woman's skin of a beautiful person.
The saying that the Ashura clan's men are ugly and women are beautiful is correct, but that was in the beginning.
How many years have passed since the Creation of the Ashura clan by the Master of the Underworld?
They are all born from the Blood Sea, such a foul place. How can it be guaranteed that each female Ashura is so beautiful? Is the heavens and earth so fond of the Ashura clan? The answer is that you peel off the original skin, paint a new layer on it, and then wear it on your body.
The retreat of the blood-matted creature brought the formation to a complete standstill.
She saw a flash of crimson light behind Deng Chanyu, and two Ashura women who used fire element energy and wore the most scanty clothing were directly swallowed by the crimson light.
With two fewer Taoist demons, the dance formation could no longer continue, and all soldiers from both the Deng and Jiang families regained their sanity, looking shocked and terrified on their faces.
Deng Chanyu shook her shoulders, and the two female Ashura she had swallowed in the crimson light were instantly turned into ashes. After destroying flowers ruthlessly, she showed no hesitation and used white light to grind a female Ashura to pieces, then she drew the Nanying Lixia sword and began to chop.
The celestial demons wanted to run away as well, but there was too much of a gap in their cultivation.
Deng Chanyu swung her sword and chopped off one of the celestial demon's legs, displaying an incredible amount of strength. With a flick of her wrist, fire rapidly spread upward, burning the celestial demon's skin and then her body. The screams of agony and horror echoed in the air as her body turned into charcoal before she even knew it.
The female Ashura women launched their colorful ribbons and silk attempts to slow her down. After that, they tried to flee in over a dozen directions.
Deng Chanyu took out the Tianguan Circle, and one of the Ashura demons closest to her was struck and had her head shattered. Then, the Tianguan Circle accelerated continuously, one head after another being shattered. None of the eighteen painted ghosts escaped; they were all killed on the spot.
The general of the Eastern Lord's army was so scared that he rode his horse and ran away. The remaining soldiers also ran in confusion.
Huang Feihu's uncle-in-law, Deng Chanyu's Uncle Deng Kun, led his troops to chase after them.
Deng Chanyu remained in place, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a bronze little cauldron, recited scriptures in her mouth, and performed a rite for the many deceased.
While performing the rite, Deng Chanyu shouted loudly: "The one hidden in secret, are you also an Ashura from the Blood Sea? Are you afraid to show your face due to your appearance being ugly?"
Molyi Zhi Tian, who has three faces, eight arms, and nine eyes, walked out of the shadows.
Her left pig face let out a laugh with a very loud snort.
"Hmm, you may be young, but you've got some skills. I really like you, sister."
Deng Chanyu's face was full of disgust. I don't like you at all. Just with your appearance, I feel like vomiting. Are you a pig reincarnated?
