Chapter 567: Give a quick death

Wu Pifu set off with Huang Rong, without asking for a map or the specific location.

With his martial arts intuition, it was impossible for him to get lost or encounter bizarre entities in this 0.7-conquered world.

Starting from Tokyo Bianliang, Wu Pifu considered Huang Rong's endurance, so he didn't use the speed of internal force explosion, only a few thousand meters per second, and it only took him more than two minutes to arrive outside Jiangdu City.

Watching Jiangdu City being bombarded by long-range weapons, he didn't have anything to worry about. Instead, he looked at a location about 20 kilometers away from the city, where blood light penetrated the sky and resentment soared, which could even be seen on the material level, triggering heavy black clouds in the sky.

A few minutes before Wu Pifu arrived, at this location 20 kilometers outside the city, there was a small valley. Thousands of rebel soldiers were sheathing their swords, and in the valley, there were at least 50,000 corpses, piled up in the valley, and the blood even gathered into a stream.

"My Lord wants blood. Blood represents the spirituality of life," a white-robed priest said with a smile.

The white-robed priest had blond hair and green eyes, a full beard, and a sturdy figure.

"... My Lord is the Lord of Holiness, only souls are needed," a red-robed priest said loudly, making a flame shape on his chest with both hands.

This red-robed priest had brown hair and brown eyes, also a full beard, and a tall figure.

Behind the priest and the cleric, there were more than a dozen people dressed in the same white and red robes. It's just that the white robes were similar to clerical vestments, while the red robes were similar to hoods. The white-robed crowd had cross ornaments on their attire, while the red-robed hoods had flame patterns.

Standing opposite them were more than 20 people dressed in Song attire, each with a pale or cyan face. The leader was about three meters tall but as thin as a withered bone, looking quite terrifying. This old man shaped like a withered bone laughed, "Then the remaining flesh and bones belong to us. Just three parts, and it just happens to achieve the sacrifice."

All three parties were satisfied. The red-robed priest stepped forward and said, "Then this time, our side will lead the summoning of the Great Black Heaven Demon God, and the spoils of war will be obtained by our side."

The withered-bone old man said with disdain, "Give it to you, give it to you. There are plenty of Song people. This time, with the raising of swords and soldiers, my White Bone Ten Thousand Soul Curse can also be cultivated to perfection."

The red-robed priest nodded with satisfaction and immediately began to chant and cast spells. At this time, the white-robed priest asked the withered-bone old man curiously, "These are all prime lambs. Does your clan's god not want faith?"

The withered-bone old man laughed gloomily, "In our Divine Land, what we pursue is becoming an immortal. Once you become an immortal, you are a god yourself. What faith do you need? It's just that now that overseas true immortals have descended, we can't find the way to become an immortal, and even the giant demon with three hundred years of cultivation in the north was killed by the Immortal's disciple. Are we just waiting to be eliminated by the Immortal's disciple? It just so happens that while the Immortal's disciple is away for a long time, we will kill north and south in this Divine Land, gather the resources, and I will immediately take my disciples and flee to the southwest Miao territory, or go to that land of India. I think the Immortal's disciple can't possibly chase us to the outside world, right?"

The white-robed priest just shook his head in confusion.

At this time, a ball of flames rose from the red-robed priest, but this flame was gloomy and cold. In the flame, one could vaguely see thousands of ferocious ghosts struggling. Immediately after, the entire mountain and valley resounded with the terrifying wailing of ghosts. Countless wandering souls and grievances emerged from the corpses. The thousands of rebel soldiers who had sheathed their swords were all shocked and terrified. They saw these wandering souls and grievances being gathered by a force and rushing toward the sky.

The sky gradually darkened, and dark red thunder surged. Vaguely, one could see a gate of withered bones gradually appearing in the clouds.

"In the name of my Lord Ahura Mazda, with the holy fire as witness, Great Black Heaven Demon God, you shall descend and listen to my wishes!"

Everyone saw a ball of holy fire beginning to burn on the looming gate of withered bones. Gradually, the gate of withered bones was slowly opening, and a pitch-black giant hand was reaching out from the crack of the gate.

Suddenly, at this moment, a human figure rushed over from afar. Originally on the horizon, in the blink of an eye, he arrived nearby. Everyone subconsciously looked at this human figure flying in like thunder. Someone behind the withered-bone old man's face changed drastically and immediately shouted, "The Immortal's disciple! It's the Immortal's disciple!!"

The withered-bone old man's face showed a bit of fear, but seeing the huge black claw that was more than a hundred meters long, he laughed gloomily, "No need to fear. If he had come at another time, we might have had to avoid his edge, but we just sacrificed tens of thousands of victims, and this extraterrestrial demon god also has divine strangeness. It just so happens that we can meet this so-called Immortal's disciple!"

"I want to see, this Immortal's disciple..."

The withered-bone old man's face was ferocious, the white-robed priest's face was ferocious, and the red-robed priest's face was ferocious. Then they saw this human figure fall from the sky and kick at the reaching giant black claw.

A two-meter human figure against a pitch-black giant claw of over a hundred meters. Everyone imagined in their minds this arrogant Immortal's disciple being torn apart by a claw.

And then...

The pitch-black giant claw exploded with a bang. A huge roar seemed to ring in everyone's ears, but before the roar finished, they saw this two-meter human figure pull the remaining broken claw and flesh outward.

This output was unimaginably large. It actually forcibly tore open the gate of withered bones that had only opened a little bit, tore out an arm after the broken claw, and then half of the body was torn out. The upper body of a pitch-black demon of five or six hundred meters was stuck firmly on the gate of withered bones. In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, in the eyes of the demon roaring, cursing, and terrified,

The two-meter human figure held a girl in one hand and frantically twisted, pulled, tore, crushed, and executed the pitch-black demon with the other...

In less than a second, half of the pitch-black demon's body became flesh and bone, even half of its chest ribs were dismantled, half of its throat tube was directly pinched and exploded, and it almost had its head plucked off. Only then did the pitch-black demon scream and flee back into the gate of withered bones. The gate of withered bones closed quickly, and at the same time, a sound came from the holy fire.

"Mortal, how dare you!?"

The voice was majestic and grand, as if the whole world was questioning in anger.

"Roar!"

The human figure roared at the sky, the sound like rolling thunder, and also like howling at the world. This roar actually suppressed the majestic sound coming from the holy fire.

"Dare your paralysis! Come, bastard, stare at me, pull me! Wait until I become a sublimated body, and I will go to your old home and wipe out all your family's ashes!!"

This majestic and grand sound stopped abruptly. Wrapping the gate of withered bones and the tens of thousands of sacrificed souls, it threw itself into the holy fire and disappeared.

Wu Pifu stood in mid-air. He waited for a few seconds, watching the dark clouds in the sky dissipate, and immediately asked, "Main Brain, judge whether I was stared at or pulled by that thing just now?"

"Judging... Judgment complete. Citizen Wu Pifu, you have no new source staring or pulling."

Wu Pifu's face darkened.

Just now he saw the souls of tens of thousands of people. Although he took action immediately, these tens of thousands of souls could not be saved at all. It seemed that they had satisfied some kind of causal law and already belonged to the owner of the voice just now.

At the moment, Wu Pifu looked directly at the crowd under his feet. A flash appeared in his hand, and the Spirit-Breaking Blade appeared in his hand. Without saying a word, he moved his dantian internal force, gathered it on the Spirit-Breaking Blade, and then slashed at the small valley. A brilliant blade light exploded, and with a circular slash, he cut the entire small valley horizontally.

Everyone, thousands of soldiers, dozens of extraordinary beings, all looked at the valley being cut obliquely and the hillside collapsing in a daze and horror, but they didn't even dare to move. A certain terrifying pressure shrouded the entire world. Their life instinct told them a fact...

Move, and you die!

"... Just now, who summoned that thing?"

Wu Pifu landed, speaking, and the sound resounded throughout the valley, and even the soldiers could hear it clearly.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the red-robed priest group.

The red-robed priest group was numb.

They were the Zoroastrian priest lineage, believing in the supreme god Ahura Mazda, and the symbol was Ahura Mazda's holy fire, while the Black Heaven Demon God was just one of the demon gods under Ahura Mazda.

But even if it was one of the demon gods, that was still a demon god, a god. What's more, Ahura Mazda had just made a sound through the holy fire, but was directly retorted by the Immortal's disciple in front of him, and Ahura Mazda didn't descend holy fire to burn this blasphemer to death!?

Wu Pifu didn't wait for the red-robed priests to speak. He pointed with one hand, and streams of energy hit the red-robed priests. They immediately stood still and couldn't move.

Wu Pifu put down Huang Rong and walked toward the red-robed priests, saying as he walked, "I don't care about anything else, but the souls of tens of thousands of people who were abducted, since I saw them, I have to take care of them. Now I give you a chance. Bring those souls back. If you bring them back, I will let you have an easy release. How about it?"

The red-robed priests couldn't move their bodies, but their mouths could move. Everyone was silent. The leading red-robed priest roared, "Heretic! You will definitely go to that fire hell! Kill us. People who believe in the true god will not fear the threat of death! Our death will only go to my Lord's heaven!!"

"Huh? Still want to go to heaven after death!?"

Wu Pifu laughed ferociously, especially seeing the corpses all over the valley, and they were not soldiers, but farmers, citizens, women, children, and the elderly. He was already furious.

At the moment, he pointed at a red-robed priest.

That red-robed priest could actually move his body. He was stunned for a moment and pulled out the curved sword in his hand with a roar, but the next second, a terrifying pain surged from the depths of his bones, painful, itchy, and numb, as if countless small insects were gnawing at him in the depths of his bones. In just a moment, he couldn't even hold the curved sword. He fell to the ground and wailed in pain, his hands tearing at his skin and flesh. In just ten seconds, he tore his skin and flesh to pieces, deep to the bone, but he still couldn't stop the extreme pain.

He tore off his ears, dug out his eyeballs, and even his tongue was torn off by himself. His skin and muscles were torn clean, and many of his bones were torn out by himself, and his internal organs fell all over the ground, but... he just wouldn't die, just wouldn't die, just wouldn't die!

The people around were like seeing a ghost. The withered-bone old man and the white-robed priest group were so scared that they retreated again and again, but didn't dare to escape, while the red-robed priest group had pale and blue faces, wishing they could die immediately.

"You... are accomplices to the tiger!"

Wu Pifu roared, raised a foot, and stepped on this half-human, half-ghost, and when he stepped it into flesh, he directly activated the 50% negative surge of the mind. Then, in the eyes of everyone, he pulled hard, and the soul of this red-robed priest actually appeared on his palm.

And then... he swallowed it into the negative of his consciousness sea at an extremely slow speed. The bottomless pitch-black directly scared the priest and cleric with strong spiritual sense, and this soul was not like other "tigers." Once it entered, it was dissolved and digested without even a hum.

Until this time, Wu Pifu solemnly said again, "My promise is still valid. Bring back the souls of those common people, I..."

"Give you a quick death!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 568 =====