plumnovel Chapter 60 Technician Yu Liang: Don't move, this is called physical exorcism!
Chapter 60 Technician Yu Liang: Don't move, this is called physical exorcism!
Without warning, the Sword Washing Pool exploded, and a giant hand made up of countless rusted broken swords burst out of the water. Its five fingers were as tight as iron, gripping Pig Lord's pink tail tightly.
This grab contained no spiritual power whatsoever; it was purely a suppression of the rules.
"snort--!!!"
The pig's miserable screams instantly drowned out the sound of boiling water.
Its four hooves thrashed wildly, its pink belly heaved violently, and its beady eyes were filled with terror and humiliation.
The giant hand sank.
A brute force dragged Pig Grandpa straight down into the abyss.
On the shore, Yu Liang's signature shrewish smile froze.
Is that a pig?
That was his mobile blood bank, his shield of cause and effect, and his only hope of surviving in this cannibalistic world of cultivation!
If the pig is gone, he has to die cleanly and decisively too.
"Release my... Dao Yuan!"
Yu Liang roared with all his might, his eyes red and swollen.
Without any hesitation, it pierced straight into the Spirit Transformation Weak Water like a mad meteorite, precisely grabbing Pig Lord's thick leg.
"So touching..."
Bai Lian'er covered her lips, her eyes slightly moist.
"He'd sacrifice himself for his spirit pet; could this scoundrel really have such a tender side?"
Xiao Wufeng stepped on the broken sword, his brows furrowing suddenly.
wrong.
This scourge is definitely not the kind of selfless act that causes harm.
Before the thought had even finished, the hidden array flag beneath his feet suddenly lit up with a scarlet light.
That's the line of cause and effect.
Before crossing the bridge, Yu Liang had "casually" tied a rope to each person's feet, with the other end of the rope tightly tied to Pigsy's tail.
Fellow disciples!
From underwater came Yu Liang's indistinct yet maniacal laugh.
"Since we're all in the same boat, then... let's keep each other company on the road to the underworld!"
collapse!
The causal line tightens.
An unreasonable and immense force struck.
"You brat!!"
Tuoba Ye only managed to utter half a curse.
Following them were Xiao Wufeng, Ye Aotian, Qian Duoduo, Mo Yuan, Bai Lian'er...
This group of top talents from the Qingxuan Sect were like a string of salted fish being pulled up, dragged into the water by an invisible line.
Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!
The sound of water splashing was highly rhythmic and perfectly synchronized.
shore.
The white cat exclaimed in surprise.
The mechanical wolf trembled.
Lei Hu covered his eyes with his two claws.
It's too awful.
It's unbearable to look at.
……
There was no suffocation as expected.
The group crashed heavily onto the hard ground after passing through the weak water layer, the air thick with the smell of rust and blood.
All around were dark red, writhing metallic walls, with countless broken swords embedded in them like fangs.
This is the uncorrupted stomach of the ancient sword demon after its death.
"My spiritual power..." Ye Aotian was horrified to find his Qi Sea lifeless and subconsciously summoned his flying sword.
The long sword on his back had barely been drawn half an inch when it was sucked away by the fleshy wall above his head and instantly chewed into scrap metal.
"My 'Flowing Frost Sword'! I even dyed the ends of my hair a frosty color to match this sword!"
Ye Aotian let out a mournful cry, like the lament of a cuckoo crying blood.
He then abruptly turned his head and stared intently at Yu Liang in the corner.
He trembled as he stretched out his long, slender fingers, attempting to form a sword with them, condensing the invincible sword energy he usually possessed.
However, without the aid of spiritual power, this action looks like a Parkinson's patient making a "two" gesture.
"I'm going to...I'm going to peel your face off piece by piece and use it to make shoe-shining cloths!"
Ye Aotian gritted his teeth, completely disregarding any gentlemanly demeanor, and casually picked up half a rusty iron bar, striking an extremely unseemly starting stance for a thuggish brawl.
"A land devoid of spirits."
Xiao Wufeng brushed a speck of dust off his clothes, his face grim.
Unlike Ye Aotian, he didn't lose his composure. He simply took out a small, delicate nail file from his sleeve.
His gaze was like two scalpels, cutting back and forth across Yu Liang, while he muttered something silently to himself.
"Carotid artery... three inches... no, too fast."
"Start by prying it open from the fingernail... three breaths per piece... it will take two thousand four hundred cuts to peel off the whole piece of skin... it's asymmetrical... I'll have to split it in half..."
After his obsessive-compulsive disorder was broken, Xiao Wufeng exuded a perverted aura that was even more terrifying than that of the Sword Demon.
"Yu Liang!!"
A scream pierced my eardrums.
Bai Lian'er's hair was disheveled, and her originally exquisite makeup was smeared with sweat and dust, turning her face into a mess.
She touched her broken fingernail, then looked at the stain on her skirt that she couldn't get rid of no matter how hard she tried, and instantly transformed from a "fairy of a hundred flowers" into a shrewish street hustler.
"I spent three hours doing my 'delicate and pitiful peach blossom makeup'! It's all ruined! All ruined!"
She pounced on him like a mad tiger, baring her teeth and claws, completely abandoning the dignity of a cultivator, wanting only to use the most primitive scratching skills to leave a stain on Yu Liang's face.
Beside her, Qian Duoduo was picking up the abacus beads from the ground with a pained expression.
While picking them up, he stared at Yu Liang with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man.
"Eighty thousand for emotional distress, fifty thousand for lost wages, thirty thousand for clothing depreciation... Senior Brother Yu, even if I chopped you up and sold you by weight on the black market as fertilizer, it wouldn't be enough to compensate you."
Even Tuoba Ye, who valued "wild intuition" the most, silently pulled a thick leg bone from the ground.
He weighed it in his hand and grinned maliciously, "I don't want to listen to your nonsense. I just want to crack your head open and see if it's full of shit."
Faced with this group of fellow disciples who wished they could devour him alive, Yu Liang, sitting in the corner, calmly blew on Pig Master's swollen, red tail.
"Save your energy, everyone, why don't you look back first?"
Everyone froze, then turned around abruptly.
The ground bulged up, and one after another, twisted humanoid monsters crawled out.
They were skinless and shapeless, a mixture of flesh and blood with rusted sword slag. Some had broken swords stuck in their heads, while others had arms that were just raw rusted iron bars.
Sword-wielding Corpse Puppet.
The sword cultivators who have perished here over the centuries are a product of half of their physical bodies being digested, their resentment and sword energy combined.
"roar--"
The horde of corpse puppets, smelling fresh flesh and blood, pounced wildly.
"Well done!"
Tuoba Ye laughed wildly. Without spiritual power, his brute strength had become an advantage.
He swung the bone club in a wide arc and smashed the head of a corpse puppet with one blow.
"Awesome! This feels amazing!"
Qian Duoduo looked pained, grabbed a handful of abacus beads, and flicked them out purely with his finger strength.
clap clap clap!
The beads struck the joints, sending sparks flying.
"Five spirit stones for one bead... What a loss!"
Ye Aotian and Bai Lian'er were in the worst state, wildly swinging their swords without any strategy.
"Junior Brother Yu..."
Mo Yuan squatted on the ground, staring intently at a corpse puppet with a severed leg.
"The fusion of metal and flesh... a creation of nature..."
She pulled out a steel wrench and pounced on it with a fervent look in her eyes, dismantling it on the spot.
The corpse puppet was completely bewildered, its fierce roar turning into a pitiful scream.
The most outrageous one is Yu Liang.
A massive corpse puppet brandished its iron fist, aiming straight for his face.
Yu Liang neither dodged nor avoided, still holding the pig in his arms, and reached out with one hand.
The "Everything Can Be Plated" system operates at its peak.
hum-
The palm vibrates at a high frequency, emitting a buzzing sound.
Just before the iron fist struck the bridge of his nose, Yu Liang's hand pressed against the corpse puppet's rusty forehead.
"Fellow Daoist, your murderous aura is rather strong."
sizzle-
A piercing metallic clang rang out, sparks flying everywhere.
That was the sound of a dull knife scraping bone.
The corpse puppet trembled violently, trying to retreat, but Yu Liang's hand held it firmly like a suction cup.
"Don't move, I am cleansing you of your impurities."
Yu Liang's expression was focused, as if he were not fighting, but polishing a priceless antique.
"The force must be steady, and the intention must be sincere."
"Discard the dross and keep the essence."
With a swipe of his palm, the thick rust and rotting flesh on the corpse puppet's forehead miraculously peeled off.
Instead, a layer of gleaming, lustrous patina, as smooth and warm as black jade, has formed!
The berserk corpse puppet stopped moving.
A strange... serenity shone through his cloudy eyes?
Like a long-simmering, stagnant stool that has accumulated for three hundred years, finally being released in a clear and thorough manner.
puff.
The corpse puppet clasped its hands together and fell straight down.
It didn't die; it was sublimated, transforming into a pile of clean, pure iron essence sword pellets that emitted a faint glow.
The entire room fell silent.
Tuoba Ye almost smashed his own foot with the stick.
Ye Aotian opened his mouth wide, his jaw dislocated.
This...this is also the Dao?!
Physical exorcism?
Yu Liang shook off the rusty iron in his hand and flashed an extremely shrewd smile at the dense horde of corpse puppets.
He pulled out a tattered cloth and draped it over his shoulder.
Fellow Daoists!
"The Yu Banxian (Master Yu) Dharma Assembly for Rescuing from Calamity commences today!"
"Rust removal, ablation, consecration, and spiritual enlightenment—a one-stop service!"
"With just a little sincerity, one can attain great freedom and liberation!"
roar?
The group of corpse puppets was stunned.
Although they cannot understand human speech, their instincts tell them that the human in that hand holds a "great bliss" that they have never experienced in their lives.
The next instant, the ferocious horde of corpse puppets stopped attacking.
They pushed and shoved each other, crowding together, forming a long queue towards Yu Liang...
Xiao Wufeng cleaved the obstacle with a single sword strike, his eyes twitching wildly.
He had calculated countless schemes, but he never anticipated that someone could transform the man-eating monster into a line of worshippers offering money inside the Sword Demon's stomach.
"variable……"
Xiao Wufeng's breathing quickened as he forcefully suppressed the sense of absurdity.
His gaze passed over the carnival corpse puppet and locked onto the flickering, eerie light deep within the stomach.
The essence of the Sword Demon – Sword Courage.
Since the madman has absorbed the monster, the opportunity belongs to him.
Xiao Wufeng's figure moved like a ghost, disappearing into the shadows.
Yu Liang was playing with great enthusiasm.
Suddenly, my trouser leg tightened.
Looking down, I noticed that Mo Yuan had somehow crawled to my feet.
Her hands were covered in grease, and she looked up at her delicate yet sickly face, her eyes fixed on the trembling hand with a sluggish gaze.
"Junior brother..."
"Please, please, get one for me too... okay?"
"I want to experience that... the thrill of having my soul's rough edges smoothed out..."
Yu Liang's hand trembled, and he almost crushed the head of the corpse puppet in his hand.
"roll!!"
He kicked Mo Yuan away.
At the same time, a crisp cracking sound came from deep inside the stomach.
Click.
A certain seal has been broken.
A pressure a hundred times more terrifying than before suddenly descended.
The line of corpse puppets trembled instantly and knelt down in unison.
Yu Liang looked up and saw Xiao Wufeng's fingers touching the dark light.
The light dissipated.
That's not a treasure.
It was a huge, bloodshot... eye.
His eyes slowly moved, staring intently at the tiny Xiao Wufeng, his pupils reflecting the despair in everyone's eyes.
A powerful and tyrannical divine thought exploded in everyone's minds.
"Who... is tickling me?"