Chapter 104: Fairy God of War (Two Chapters in One)
Most of the spells learned by fortune tellers are aimed at ghosts, monsters and monsters, and their harmful effects on ordinary people are much weakened.
If you really want to compete with other fortune tellers, the spells you use are relatively advanced and sophisticated.
Xu Chuchu used sixth- and seventh-level moves right from the start. Although she didn't have enough spiritual power to bring out the full power of the moves, the techniques she used remained in her memory, so she could suppress the opponent right from the start.
The monk's cultivation was actually slightly higher than hers, but he had not advanced to the next level. Faced with the sudden and fierce attack, he could only barely cope with it and had no power to fight back at all.
"Who are you?" he asked warily.
Xu Chuchu didn't answer but asked, "You don't have the aura of an evil cultivator, and you didn't absorb the power from the magic weapon. Who did you do this evil thing for?"
The monk also replied indifferently: "It has nothing to do with you."
"If you don't confess honestly, I will destroy your cultivation!" Xu Chuchu attacked again.
Not only was she not tired, but she enjoyed it more and more the more she fought. After several years of absence, she finally regained some of the feeling of sparring with her fellow disciples.
...and the joy of bullying weak opponents.
She suddenly threw the peach wood sword into the air, holding her hands like the moon, and continuously gathered spiritual power.
The spiritual power around her seemed to become visible from its original invisible state. There shouldn't be a trace of wind at the bottom of the well, but the fluctuation of spiritual power caused her hair and sleeves to flutter back and forth.
The whole person is like a fairy god of war, exuding an unapproachable, beautiful and dangerous aura.
This time, not only the monk, but even the layman Xiao Yu was stunned.
For such a long time, Xu Chuchu had never displayed such strong aggression and explosive power in front of him. Even though he did not understand high-level spells, he could feel that Xu Chuchu's ability was far beyond his imagination.
"...Broken Moon, Clear Sky." The monk recognized the move and was incredulous. "This is a move used by Taoists to punish traitors who go against their master. Only the leader of a sect is qualified to use it. Who are you?"
If you are hit head-on by this move, at best your cultivation will be destroyed, and at worst your life will be in danger. There is a high possibility that you will not even have the chance to start over.
The monk did not dare to delay, rolled over to avoid the attack, grabbed an oil-paper umbrella from the corner of the wall, and opened it to resist Xu Chuchu's attack.
At first glance, the oil-paper umbrella looked dull and yellow, with some holes in it, and it could hardly even protect her from the rain, but Xu Chuchu immediately retracted it.
"Floating Life Umbrella?" She was also a connoisseur. "So there's a magical weapon here. The cultivation isn't very impressive, but the equipment is quite extensive. It seems you're still more influential, right?"
The monk heard the sarcasm in her words, but did not show any emotion. He used his umbrella as a weapon, using it as a spear when closed and as a shield when opened, to deal with Xu Chuchu with both offensive and defensive capabilities.
What Xu Chuchu was worried about from the beginning was that the enemy would use magic weapons against her, so she no longer faced the enemy head-on, but avoided it in a roundabout way.
At the same time, she also tried her best to change the location and direction of the fight between the two, so as to prevent the monk from having the opportunity to suddenly attack Xiao Yu and threaten her.
At this time, Xiao Yu was like a carrot, standing there as a target, unable to help at all and could only worry.
Xu Chuchu's intention was very simple, which was to find ways to continue to waste time.
Using magic tools requires a high level of spiritual power to maintain, and it is impossible for the monk to fight her all night long.
But the other side obviously realized her strategy and suddenly closed the umbrella and stepped aside.
"Do you think you can escape unscathed after beating me? You've come to the bottom of this well. With your knowledge, you shouldn't be unable to figure out what it is, right?"
As the monk spoke, he dodged two of Xu Chuchu's moves, rolled over to the silver kettle in the middle, twisted the handle, and turned the kettle over.
"You're crazy." Xu Chuchu suddenly opened her eyes wide, "We can't leave like this!"
The pot was turned over, but it still floated in the air. Not a single drop of the liquid inside flowed down according to Newton's three laws, and continued to roll inside the pot. However, the white mist floating on the liquid kept pouring out, filling the entire space desperately.
"That's you." The monk chuckled, "It has nothing to do with me."
He gently opened his umbrella to keep the white mist away from him.
Xu Chuchu was caught off guard and was quickly surrounded by white mist. She began to wave her wooden sword at the mist like a possessed person, sometimes attacking and sometimes defending.
There seemed to be nothing around him, yet it also seemed like there were endless enemies.
Yes, these white mists are nothing but the souls in the pot that have not been refined yet. They have accumulated strong resentment because they were separated from their bodies innocently, and now they are released to attack others like crazy.
They have no souls, but they can gather together at any time to launch a fatal attack. They are very difficult to deal with, so Xu Chuchu said that no one can escape.
However, the Floating Life Umbrella can effectively cover the monk's breath and protect him from the attacks of the soul.
Next, he just needed to wait quietly for the soul to devour the two troublemakers.
Another person...
He subconsciously looked in the direction of Xiao Yu, and as soon as he turned his head, a sharp blade flashing with cold light stabbed towards him!
Xiao Yu was not affected at all and passed through the white fog and launched an attack on him.
"You—" the monk exclaimed in astonishment, "Who are you and why are you not affected by the soul body!"
"Stop talking nonsense, you're looking for death!" Xiao Yu kept attacking.
How the hell did he know what would have an impact or not? He knew nothing. He didn't know what Xu Chuchu was fighting against. He only knew that he had to find a way to help Xu Chuchu share the pressure.
Just now when Xu Chuchu had the upper hand, he could still convince himself not to come out and cause trouble. Now that the situation has reversed and Xu Chuchu is in trouble, he can't care so much anymore!
Xiao Yu's skills were already top-notch among ordinary people. His moves were fast and accurate. In addition, his fan weapon was exquisitely constructed, and he could use it to draw swords and launch hidden weapons, catching the monk off guard.
The monk held up his umbrella with one hand and fought back with the other, nearly getting cut by the blade. He cursed his bad luck for running into two capable men at once.
But after several rounds, he discovered that although Xiao Yu had the spiritual power of a fortune teller, none of the moves he used carried spiritual power. He was just an ordinary person with great martial arts skills.
Monks have the most experience dealing with people like this.
He calmed down, and deliberately gathered his spiritual power on the Buddhist beads, hitting Xiao Yu's attacking arm back and forth.
It was Xiao Yu's first time to seriously fight with a fortune teller. He didn't know how to use his spiritual power to resist the power of the Buddhist beads. Every time he was hit, although the force was neither light nor heavy, it felt like being burned by a red-hot iron block. The pain was so severe that he could hardly hold his weapon.
Despite this, he did not give in at all, and withstood the attack head-on, preferring to lose eight hundred of his own men in order to injure a thousand of the enemy, forcing the monks into a corner.
"Stop everything and let her out." Xiao Yu stared at the monk fiercely, "Otherwise, you will die here today!"
However, once the kettle is turned over, it is impossible to put it back in its original place.
As soon as the monk heard this, he knew that Xiao Yu was a complete layman, so he pretended to agree and put down the Buddhist beads.
"Okay, get out of the way, I..." Before he could finish his words, he suddenly jumped up and kicked Xiao Yu hard in the chest with both feet, knocking him to the ground.
Xiao Yu's back hit the stone table with a loud bang.
"Xiao Yu!" Upon seeing this, Xu Chuchu immediately rushed to the rescue and threw the peach wood sword directly, forcing the monk to deflect another attack on Xiao Yu.
However, her back was attacked by the wronged spirit, as if she was hit hard by something. She fell more than ten feet away and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground when she stood up.
"Chu Chu!" Xiao Yu endured the pain and crawled over to protect her.
The monk raised his foot and slowly stepped on the peach wood sword that Xiao Yu had given to Xu Chuchu, leaving a crack.
The peach wood sword is ruined.
"Look at the result, what a pity." He turned his Buddhist beads indifferently. "I had already advised you two to leave, but you two refused and insisted on staying to cause trouble. The result is beyond my control."
Xiao Yu became even angrier. He was not afraid of death, but he didn't want Xu Chuchu to be implicated.
Unexpectedly, Xu Chuchu, who was leaning in his arms, suddenly smiled.
"Hehe, only you are allowed to use the magic weapon, and no one else is allowed to use it?" She struggled to stand up, suddenly grabbed the floating kettle to her side, pinched Xiao Yu's chin, and poured all the water in the kettle into his mouth.
"Stop!" the monk was horrified.
The water in the magic weapon is the essence of refinement. He has worked hard for so long to obtain such a small amount. How can it be taken away by others!
Could it be that this young girl could even refine spiritual energy?!
But it was too late.
Xu Chuchu didn't know what method he used to make Xiao Yu drink the liquid that didn't follow Newton's three laws.
"Calm down and take a steady breath." She whispered in Xiao Yu's ear, "I'll open your Yin-Yang eyes for you."
Before Xiao Yu could ask any questions, he felt Xu Chuchu's fingers pressing on his brow. The water he had just drunk seemed to have transformed into vigorous spiritual power, churning and exploding in his chest.
Xu Chuchu's fingertips were like a pulling string reaching into his brows, pushing the spiritual power accumulated in his chest to his limbs and bones.
The feeling of this energy explosion tortured Xiao Yu to madness in an instant. It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like only a few breaths had passed. Then his body began to absorb this spiritual power frantically.
"As expected." Xu Chuchu's tired laughter rang in his ears, "Your body is the most suitable."
After she finished speaking, she fainted due to injury and fatigue.
The monk kept trying to stop Xu Chuchu and approached him several times, but was pushed back by the spiritual power bursting out from Xiao Yu.
But once the energy fluctuations stabilized, what was waiting for him was only Xiao Yu who had been revived with full health.
"...Level 3." The monk sensed Xiao Yu's power and gritted his teeth, "You actually stole my treasure and directly advanced from Level 1 to Level 3!"
He crossed two entire levels and even skipped the two most difficult upgrade levels. In just half a cup of tea, it was equivalent to decades of practice for others!
He was using the energy that he had painstakingly refined. How could he tolerate this!
But now is not the time to worry about this problem. The silver pot has absorbed power and has recognized its master. These souls will obey the master, and his floating umbrella can no longer serve as a concealment.
The monk didn't dare to fight any longer and rushed straight to the well with his umbrella.
However, Xiao Yu had already stood up.
"Stop." He spoke coldly behind the monk.
At this moment, he had just absorbed the energy and his mind was in a mess.
The Yin-Yang eyes have opened, and the white mist in front of my eyes gradually becomes clearer, turning into painful faces.
But there was no trace of surprise on his face. He even ignored Xu Chuchu who was lying on the side. His eyes were full of murderous intent and he stared at the monk.
"No one can leave." He walked towards the monk. "You said so."
The scattered white mist suddenly gathered together and rushed towards the monk. The monk waved his umbrella to avoid it, but it had little effect.
He was knocked to the ground with a heavy blow, and the umbrella fell far away, several steps away from him.
But at this moment he had no time to pick up the magic weapon. He quickly took out a pill to restore his qi and blood from his arms, swallowed it, and then climbed towards the well.
He knew that at this moment the only way to avoid the attack of the wronged spirits was to hide in the sunlight.
He tried his best to climb up, and Xiao Yu followed closely behind, even getting closer step by step.
The two men jumped out of the well and chased Boda.
The wronged soul remained at the bottom of the well and did not follow. Xiao Yu jumped the level and fought the monk fiercely. He used all his spiritual power in every move. In addition, his moves were superb. He aimed at the right moment and suddenly pierced the monk's chest with the dagger thrust from the fan handle.
"Ah——" The monk fell to the ground in pain.
Xiao Yu was about to strike again when his head suddenly started to hurt violently for some reason. At this critical moment, he felt dizzy and didn't know where he was.
He watched helplessly as the monk covered his wounds and crawled towards the lake, but he was completely unable to move his limbs.
In a trance, he suddenly remembered that Xu Chuchu was still unconscious at the bottom of the well. He slapped his head hard and forced himself to wake up. He was worried that she had been hurt by the wronged spirit, so he hurried back to find her.
At this time, everyone in the village seemed to be affected by the magic weapon. They fell to the ground, unconscious, and no one knew whether they were dead or alive.
He rushed to the wellhead and happened to see Yan Nanan carrying the unconscious Xu Chuchu on his back and climbing out of the dry well.
"Hurry up, come and help, Brother Xiao." Yan Nan'an saw Xiao Yu and hurriedly called out, "Carry the little girl out."
It was already difficult for him to climb with someone on his back, and he was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw someone coming to help him. But when he looked up, he saw a bloody dagger pointing directly at his forehead.
Even a drop of dark red blood dripped.
"What are you doing?" Yan Nanan asked coldly.
On the opposite side, Xiao Yu held up his weapon and stared at Yan Nannan and Xu Chuchu who was close to him. Veins on his forehead bulged and he gasped for breath, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.
After a long time, he slowly put down the dagger.
With trembling hands, he lifted Xu Chuchu off Yan Nanan's back and held her tightly in his arms.
Yan Nanan was unhappy, but he held back and didn't show it.
He had gone to lure the old witch away before, and the two of them chased each other around the village twice. Unexpectedly, while they were running, the old witch suddenly fell to the ground and had no heartbeat or breathing.
He didn't care too much and just thought it was an elderly person who died suddenly from excessive exercise, so he rushed back to check the situation.
When he came back, he happened to see the monk and Xiao Yu coming out of the well one after another and fighting. After waiting for a long time but not seeing Xu Chuchu, he climbed down to look for her. Unexpectedly, he saw Xu Chuchu lying alone at the bottom of the well, so he carried her up on his back.
I didn't expect to be pointed at with a knife right away.
And this person was holding Xu Chuchu tightly in his arms, as if he was holding a beloved treasure that he had finally regained.
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