Chapter 235: A Single Blade and Sword Shock the Great Tang

Wu Daotzi held his brush, painting frantically upon the white wall within the tower. Under his brush, one Bodhisattva and Arhat after another leapt out from the wall, their Zen chants flying and dancing as they besieged An Lushan. He then painted countless Immortals and True Persons, who rode cranes and drove dragons, charging toward An Lushan to slay him.

Interspersed among them were the figures of He Zhizhang, Qian Chen, and Wang Wei, providing cover for their true bodies.

These painted Bodhisattvas and Immortals were slaughtered by An Lushan as he brandished his black iron magic blade. The blade was named "Life-Slaying," a legacy of a magic blade only a notch inferior to the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Divine Blade. Under the Life-Slaying Blade, nothing could not be killed. In the eyes of other demons, Wu Daotzi's gods and Buddhas might be divine, but under An Lushan's blade, they were merely paintings. One after another, the gods and Buddhas were slashed, dissolving into ink stains.

Seeing that the gods and Buddhas he painted could not intimidate the enemy, Wu Daotzi hardened his heart, bit through the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of heart-blood.

His brush dipped in the blood, and he depicted a ferocious and terrifying Ghost King upon the wall.

Wu Daotzi poured out all his magic power, rendering this Ghost King lifelike. Once finished, he began to depict other ghosts, gods, and City Gods.

The Ghost King laughed heartily, stepped down from the wall, and said, "We cannot enter the palace without an imperial decree, yet we have been anxious for you for quite a while. Fortunately, Wu Daoxuan has quick wit!"

Qian Chen said, "Prefect, buy me the time of one stick of incense!"

Lord Zhong Kui and the dozens of ghosts and gods behind him let out a great shout, charging forward in unison. Lord Zhong Kui brandished his great iron hook, fighting side by side with He Zhizhang and the others. His iron hook caught An Lushan's three bone arms by surprise, and with a tug, it made An Lushan incredibly annoyed.

Furthermore, Jiao Sui, Cui Zongzhi, and others each displayed their unique abilities. Although their divine powers and magic were not as great as these Yin Spirit great cultivators, they all did their best. At this moment, in the Huage Xianghui Tower, except for Yang Guozhong and Gao Xianzhi, whose stances as magic cultivators were awkward, all other righteous Daoist and Buddhist practitioners had taken action.

The righteous path besieged An Lushan, which forced out more of An Lushan's magic treasures. His eyeballs transformed into two stone mirrors, capable of emitting separation-union divine light to trap and lock; his two ears transformed into copper cymbals, which, when clapped, emitted ear-piercing noise, breaking the purple cloud musical talismans surging toward him.

His two legs transformed into long spears and horse lances—magic-transformed divine weapons. Under An Lushan's driving, they turned into single-horned poisonous dragons, flying all over the sky and stabbing at everyone attacking An Lushan.

His spine opened up, transforming into a tattered banner. On the banner was a demon roaring at the sky; it swayed slightly, causing the blood qi of all living beings within a hundred miles to become restless. If not for the suppression of the Purple Cloud Melody, it is feared that once this banner moved, it would drain the essence and blood of all living beings within a hundred miles.

There was also an indescribable place that transformed into a short demon-subduing pestle, which caused the crowd of righteous cultivators besieging An Lushan to dodge in haste.

Qian Chen turned his head to look at the crowd of Buddhist monks he had intercepted. He nodded slightly to Master Hui Guo, and hundreds of monks chanted in unison, their sutra-reciting voices resounding through the Huage Xianghui Tower: "Namo sadtatha, sugataye, arhate, samyaksambuddhaya, sadtatha, buddhakoti-usnisa..."

"Namo sarva, buddhabodhi, satvabhyah..."

Amidst the Buddhist sounds and Zen chants, the infinite thought-power of the believers in Chang'an City was drawn and poured into Qian Chen's body. His pure Daoist magic power was immediately infected by the Buddhist path, and the powerful thought of salvation invaded Qian Chen's Dao heart. If not for the Dao Dust Bead protecting his soul, he truly would not have dared to court death in such a way.

"The power of hundreds of high monks of the Buddhist path should be able to suppress a portion of the demonic nature for me!"

Qian Chen gritted his teeth and backhanded the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Relic into his own body. The Karmic Fire Red Lotus immediately bloomed upon him. Master Master Hui Guo only caught a glimpse of Qian Chen's direction from the corner of his eye, and he could not help but widen his eyes in shock. Subsequently, the infinite demonic nature surged back, making Master Master Hui Guo think he was saving some peerless demon.

Under the impact of that demonic nature, the Buddhist light of Master Master Hui Guo and his crowd of disciples immediately became precarious.

At this moment, Master Hui Guo finally felt that the demonic nature was barely suppressed under a righteous and vast thunder power.

"Master Master Hui Guo... do not stop chanting!"

A young voice came from within the Karmic Fire Red Lotus. The red lotus bloomed slowly, and amidst the dancing firelight, a young god-demon with four arms and two heads, stepping on a golden wheel, stood tall. The golden wheel, bathed in karmic fire, spun whirringly beneath his feet, spat out from the lotus pod. Two arms were still Qian Chen's original pair, hanging on both sides of his body, while the other two newly grown arms—one held the Affection Sword, and the other summoned the Great Sage Dasheng Dasheng Leiyin Zither, supporting the zither belly.

The karmic fire burned these crippled hands. The joints of Qian Chen's two broken arms crackled, recovering some strength, and he could barely lift them!

As for the two heads, one was Qian Chen's face, while the other was a young god-demon with blood-red eyes, in which there seemed to be infinite demonic nature.

Qian Chen, with the help of the Buddhist path's power, barely controlled a portion of the Supreme Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Body's power.

With a two-headed, four-armed body, he appeared in the world.

"Amitabha!" Master Hui Guo chanted a Buddhist name with a trembling voice, not knowing whether to continue helping the Daoist path besiege An Lushan or to turn around and suppress this demon who seemed even more terrifying.

He was panicked in his heart, thinking: "Could it be that the Daoist path has again sealed some ancient demon god suppressed within the sect inside their own true disciple? Using such a method to utilize the power of gods and demons?"

"Hu Nao... this is nonsense!"

He could only drum up his Buddhist light and Zen chants even more desperately to resist the demonic nature in Qian Chen's heart.

"Three cups and promises are made, the Five Mountains are light as dust. After eyes are blurred and ears are hot, spirit rises like a rainbow."

Qian Chen chanted in a low voice; this was the secret code between him and Yan Shu.

If there was a moment he stopped chanting this "Song of the Knight-Errant," then Yan Shu would have to remind He Zhizhang and the others to backhandedly suppress both An Lushan and Qian Chen himself into the Nine Nether Rift, beneath the Chang'an Divine Capital Array.

Qian Chen used a newly grown right hand to grip the Affection Sword. The power of the Karmic Fire Red Lotus dyed the blade bright red in an instant. The faint blood color that had been refined and disappeared by Qian Chen dyed the blade red once again, like a sword of red lotus!

His other two arms, which had just healed and could not yet withstand combat, held the Great Sage Dasheng Dasheng Leiyin Zither, with the newly grown left palm pressed against the zither strings.

Qian Chen walked toward An Lushan step by step.

The infinite light within Wang Wei's Great Vimalakirti Brightness Sword was torn apart. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the elegant Poet-Buddha staggered two steps before collapsing to the ground, hissing, "This person's physical body is truly too strong. I used the Brightness Buddhist power to suppress the dark demonic nature in his bones, delaying him for one stick of incense... is the time enough?"

Yan Shu turned his head and roared wildly, "Junior Brother, is the time enough?"

A figure carrying an ancient zither in two hands, a sword in one, and pressing a hand against the zither strings, walked slowly past him. When he saw the person clearly, he was so terrified his eyes bulged, and he roared at He Zhizhang and the others: "Time is up, retreat quickly!"

Zhang Xu was beaten until he spat blood. While spitting blood, he grabbed a wine pot and drank wildly; blood and wine kept gushing out, and it was unknown if what he drank was more than what he spat out. Where his brush fell, it was already full of bloodstains. An Lushan's bone hammer had just grazed half of his body, and now the bones of that half of his body were almost shattered.

Wu Daotzi tried his best to pull him and escape the range of An Lushan's frantically waving three magic arms.

Jiao Sui, however, had already killed his way too close to An Lushan. But when he wanted to retreat, the Life-Slaying Blade drew an incredible demonic arc, and in an instant, it wiped across his neck. Jiao Sui stood blankly on the spot. Cui Zongzhi waved his great sleeves, trying his best to roll him out of the formation.

He Zhizhang said with grief, "Brother Jiao..."

Jiao Sui opened his mouth. His eloquence, which was usually outstanding after getting drunk, was silent at this moment. His eyes were full of regret, a blood line appeared under his neck, and subsequently... his head fell.

Cui Zongzhi, Su Jin, Zhang Xu, and others held back their tears, their grief unbearable.

Qian Chen plucked the strings of the Great Sage Dasheng Dasheng Leiyin. The pill qi of the Inner Scene True Thunder Pill surged on his head, and infinite thunder light condensed at his fingertips. Following this pluck, it transformed into the Soundless Divine Thunder, vast as ten thousand acres of thunder clouds, merging all the power of the Purple Cloud Array at this moment, and slammed into An Lushan's chest.

The thunder light annihilated, and black thunder coiled around An Lushan's body, severely wounding the demonic nature within the magic bones.

An Lushan's body was also shaken by the thunder. Under the heavenly might, he found it difficult to move for a moment.

Yet he was not worried, his expression was calm. Although Qian Chen had figured out his weakness, he had also made An Lushan figure out Qian Chen's bottom line. His sword technique was indeed good, but his physical body was too weak, and his magic power was only at the peak of Core Formation, relying on divine powers to be able to contend with a Yin Spirit.

But these powers were far from enough to completely destroy an Immortal Golden Body at the Primordial Spirit level.

Previously, Qian Chen was able to destroy half of his body by borrowing the residual Buddhist power within the Buddhist bones from dozens of high Buddhist monks, which conflicted with the magic body, disintegrating the Immortal Golden Body from the inside.

But now, although Qian Chen had drawn in the Buddhist thought-power to fill his body, if it were not for a high monk who had been immersed in Buddhist law for many years and was proficient in Buddhist thought-power, he would absolutely not be able to grasp the flaw in An Lushan's magic body, who was on guard. In the current Chang'an, only the abbot of Qinglong Temple could do this.

It was absolutely not something a yellow-mouthed child could do.

Therefore, when Qian Chen came before him, An Lushan could even calmly analyze that this sword of his could at most cut off one more of his hands...

The hand Qian Chen used to play the zither slapped the ancient zither. Only a "Zheng" sound was heard, and a flash of blade light bloomed from the zither belly. Backhanding the hilt that popped out of the zither belly, Qian Chen struggled to pull a long blade from the Great Sage Dasheng Dasheng Leiyin. The blade light rose, carrying infinite demonic nature.

Qian Chen's young demon head with blood-red eyes roared, slashing out a blade with deep demonic nature and incredible power.

Liberation! Liberation! Liberation!

The infinite thought-power within Qian Chen's body, like all living beings, roared in layered voices simultaneously.

Great Liberation Magic Blade!

"I have no talent in the principles of the Buddhist path. In a hurry, it is indeed difficult to break your Immortal Golden Body, which combines Buddha and Demon, with Buddhist divine powers. But I have infinite means in the magic path. I can drive the Great Liberation Magic Blade with the magic path, and with the magic blade created by the monk Xiangbi, who had a profound realm in the combination of Buddha and Demon, I can split open the flaw in your combination of Buddha and Demon!"

The blade light split open the dark golden brilliance of the combination of Buddha and Demon. Pure brightness and profound darkness were suddenly separated. At this moment, An Lushan's Immortal Magic Body appeared with a fatal flaw once again.

The next moment, the Affection Sword in Qian Chen's right hand was swung out.

Red lotus bloomed on the sword... ===== CHAPTER 236 =====