AWB Chapter 1143 Utter Madness in Desperate Circumstances
Chapter 1143 Utter Madness in Desperate Circumstances
Zhang Zhiwei extracted a portion of the power of faith from the spiritual entity of the Tiantong Church, mixed it with his own understanding of swordsmanship, and transmitted it to Zheng Zibu through the medium constructed by the Tongtian Talisman.
Zheng Zibu, who was constantly praying, suddenly opened his eyes. He felt countless pieces of knowledge and images echoing in his mind. The images were very profound and he couldn't understand them. The knowledge was very complex and he couldn't understand it either. But it didn't matter. All the difficulties were unlocked.
He didn't know the source of that power, nor did he understand the meaning of that knowledge, but he already knew how to use it, and he used it as if it were an extension of his own arm, as if it were instinct.
Looking at the five strange people disguised as villagers at the village entrance, he suddenly had a feeling that no matter who these people were or what abilities they had, he could take their lives in an instant.
He extended his index finger and drew a talisman in the air. With each stroke of his fingertip, blue runes arranged themselves in the air, forming a rune-adorned longsword.
This is a very basic talisman. People from the jar used it before. Drawing talismans on objects can make them become like sharp swords or knives. It's called a weapon talisman.
If one's cultivation level is high enough, one can also conjure talismans out of thin air and turn the air into weapons.
Holding the sword and weapon talisman that he had drawn out of thin air, Zheng Zibu rushed towards the village entrance.
"Ok?"
Seeing this, the people at the village entrance were about to react when Zheng Zibu slashed with his sword. The sword light was clear and bright, and when he swung it, it was like a stream of light, circling around the group at an extremely fast speed.
The five strange people froze instantly, as if they had been frozen in place by a spell, stuck in the moment they came to their senses.
Immediately afterwards, a thin line of blood appeared on their necks, gradually expanding as if in slow motion.
After expanding to a certain critical point, blood gushed out like a fountain, and the five heads crashed to the ground with a dull thud.
Zheng Zibu stood there, staring blankly at the pile of human heads on the ground.
Although he had a vague premonition when he made his move that he might be able to take care of these five people in an instant.
But when he actually did it, he was still surprised.
The Heavenly Scroll's power allowed him, who was originally completely ignorant of swordsmanship, to instantly possess the formidable swordsmanship to kill five extraordinary individuals.
This is absolutely incredible.
"I wonder where this power and this swordsmanship came from, from which being did I pray to? Could it be some kind of sword god?"
Without dwelling on his feelings, Zheng Zibu hurriedly touched the corpses, trying to determine which faction they belonged to from the items found on them.
After searching for a while, he pulled out five wooden plaques. Each plaque was engraved with a name, surrounded by twisted patterns. As a high-ranking master of talismans, he immediately recognized these patterns as cloud script.
"These cloud-shaped characters..."
He stroked the patterns on it, stretched out his finger and used the Tongtian Talisman to trace a line in the air.
As he activated it, he felt as if he had been connected to a pitch-black cave.
The cave was filled with similar wooden signs, and in the very center of the signs sat a very old woman.
The old woman, dressed in white clothes and black pants, was tidying up the broken wooden sign.
Suddenly, the old woman abruptly turned her head and looked in a certain direction. Her face was covered in wrinkled goosebumps, and her dark, hollow eyes were filled with terror.
Zheng Zibu quickly cut off the video feed.
He already knew which faction these five people belonged to.
Completeness.
These wooden signs are the communication tools of the Quanxing (Quanxing) organization, and the white-haired old woman is Granny Liu, the Quanxing liaison officer.
"Damn it, the Quanxing have their eyes on my hometown!"
Zheng Zibu's heart sank to the bottom.
Even if someone is a person of integrity, they still have a bottom line in their actions.
But Quanxing is different; they are a group of crazy people who do whatever they want without any bottom line.
"Are there only these five? Or are there other Quanxing demons in the village?"
He looked at the five corpses in front of him.
They wore coarse, gray-blue short-sleeved shirts with patches of varying shades on the cuffs and hems. There were also some dried bloodstains on their clothes, dark in color, as if they had been dried for a long time.
He couldn't help but guess that the clothes had been taken from somewhere else, and that the original owner of the clothes might have met with misfortune.
Zheng Zibu raised his head and looked at the mountain village in front of him. He felt an urge to go into the village and see how the villagers were doing.
He gripped the rune sword in his hand. The rune sword suddenly shattered, turning into specks of blue light that dissipated into the air.
Immediately afterwards, the overwhelming power receded like a tide.
All those incredibly exquisite sword techniques in my mind disappeared.
He went from a sword master back to a sword novice.
Time is up.
The power he borrowed was gone, not because Zhang Zhiwei was stingy, but because of the limitations of the Tongtian Talisman.
After all, Zheng Zibu borrowed this power to eliminate those five people in an instant, and now that they are eliminated, the power has naturally disappeared.
"call……"
Zheng Zibu let out a long breath. Although the swordsmanship and power he had just acquired were addictive, he felt a deep sense of exhaustion afterwards.
Using the Tongtian Talisman is not without its costs; the height of the fountain cannot exceed its source, and the power obtained through the Tongtian Talisman cannot exceed one's life cultivation level.
Before encountering a specific enemy, Zheng Zibu stopped blindly praying for this power. Instead, he cast several talismans on himself to conceal his aura and hide his form, and then quietly slipped into the village along the corner of the wall.
Entering the village where he was born and raised, Zheng Zibu felt no sense of security; on the contrary, he became even more uneasy. The village was too quiet.
The roosters don't crow, the dogs don't bark, and you can't even hear the wind rustling through the leaves.
The silence made him uneasy.
The calmer he was, the less calm he became.
As he walked, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the ground beneath his feet.
Looking down, I saw that the soil on the ground suddenly rippled, like a pebble had been thrown into the water.
Sharp spikes, densely packed, emerged from the ground like the teeth of a ferocious beast, attacking him from all directions.
Earth-walking Immortal!
It was discovered!
Zheng Zibu sensed something was wrong and immediately used the Tongtian Talisman.
With swift strokes of his fingers, talismans instantly took shape, transforming into clusters of blazing flames.
He did not use thunder talismans because thunder talismans are different from thunder magic and are not very controllable. A simple five-thunder talisman would hardly be able to penetrate the ground and harm the earth-walking immortals underground.
Of course, ordinary fire talismans also have difficulty penetrating the soil.
But he used an enhanced version of the fire talisman.
The air seemed to be ablaze, the dazzling flames burning brightly, stinging the eyes.
The ball of flame was like a focused flamethrower, spraying wildly at the ground.
While spitting fire with one hand, he was also drawing a talisman with the other, a talisman for splitting the earth.
The combination of the fire talisman and the earth-shattering talisman completely plowed up the entire ground.
The soil flew up and cracked open, with scorching flames seeping into the ground through the fissures.
The Earth Immortal hidden inside didn't even have time to scream before dying in the massive, all-encompassing attack.
Such a commotion clearly indicates that they have been exposed.
Zheng Zibu stopped hiding and rushed into the depths of the village, shouting the names of his fellow villagers at the top of his lungs.
no respond.
He called out name after name until his voice was hoarse, but only empty echoes answered him.
The entire village seemed hollowed out, devoid of any vitality.
He ran through familiar alleyways and passed by familiar courtyard gates.
The doors were all open, the courtyard was deserted, some stoves still had dishes that hadn't been cooked yet, and some tables had unfinished tea.
It was as if everyone had suddenly disappeared at some point.
Soon, he saw people.
A large, dark mass of people had gathered in an open space in the center of the village.
At a glance, there must be around a hundred of them.
They stood there quietly, their backs to him, facing the old locust tree in the center of the village.
No matter how he called out, they remained motionless and did not respond at all.
A bad feeling suddenly rose in Zheng Zibu's heart.
Could it be that everyone in my hometown has met with misfortune?
Just as he thought this, the crowd standing quietly in front of him suddenly turned their heads to look at him. Their bodies didn't move, but their necks twisted like pretzels, turning little by little.
Some were rotated ninety degrees, some one hundred and eighty degrees, and their bones made a cracking sound.
Each face, so different, had the same empty eyes, staring at him with a chilling gaze.
His eyes were lifeless, filled only with a chilling gaze.
"Ahhh...you...how dare you?"
Zheng Zibu screamed wildly, his eyes instantly becoming bloodshot.
Because he saw his relatives among these people.
His father, his mother, his uncles and aunts...
At this moment, they all had their necks twisted backward, staring at him in a posture that no living person could possibly adopt. In their empty eyes, there seemed to be lingering despair from their deaths.
destroyed.
His hometown was destroyed.
died.
His relatives are all dead.
Zheng Zibu stared blankly at them, his mind drifting back to his days in the village.
My carefree childhood in the village, my father's teachings, my mother's cooking, and the kind uncles and aunts...
They're all dead.
Those days are gone forever.
At that moment, overwhelming regret overwhelmed his reason.
He hated those righteous people who had driven him to the brink of despair.
He hated the evil sorcerers who destroyed his hometown.
He hated himself even more.
Why should we comply with the covenant of the rootless?
Why did you join the sworn brotherhood of those thirty-six people?
Why, after being wanted by the sect, did he refuse to sever ties with Wugensheng and surrender to the sect, instead choosing to seek refuge in Tongtian Valley...?
He was clearly walking on the right path, walking in the sunlight.
The war was clearly about to end.
He clearly has a bright future, and so do his family and his village.
And all of that was destroyed.
Because of a single wrong decision, everything was ruined.
And just then...
What happened next was even more devastating.
Suddenly, the villagers began to speak.
"Zibu, we thought you would never come back."
"Zibu, you're back!"
"Zibu, you're finally back!"
"Zibu, why are you only just getting back!"
All the villagers stared blankly, their mouths opening and closing mechanically, uttering all sorts of soul-stirring questions.
These voices were like dull knives, cutting into his heart again and again.
But in reality, this is a form of psychological attack, a kind of mind manipulation similar to inner demons.
Just like the ability that the Imperial Advisor used when he pulled Zhang Zhiwei into the inner illusion realm.
Once you respond, unless your subjective thinking is elevated above all else and undisturbed by delusions, it will influence your thinking and subsequently control it.
Even if you don't respond verbally, as long as you think about it or agree with it in your heart, you will still be affected by this tactic.
This is a purely psychological attack.
A martial artist who only focuses on training muscles, bones, and skin would definitely not be able to pass this test.
Only those who cultivate their inner nature can resist it.
The Shangqing sect of Maoshan places great emphasis on cultivating one's inner nature.
Under normal circumstances, Zheng Zibu could withstand such psychological attacks.
But after witnessing the destruction of his hometown and the murder of his relatives, he suffered a mental breakdown.
When one's mind is clouded, there is no way to resist.
He felt that the greetings from his fellow villagers grew louder and louder, and the combined sound was like a tidal wave crashing against his heart, trying to shatter his reason completely.
"Ah ah ah ah..."
Zheng Zibu stared wide-eyed, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
Because of the force applied, the blood vessels in his eyes burst open, and bloody tears streamed down his cheeks.
But as a high-ranking Taoist priest of Maoshan, even when his mind was in turmoil and he was in dire straits, he still made his choice in his final moments of rationality.
He began to use his supernatural powers to pray, beseeching the beings in the dark to grant him the power of revenge; he wanted to kill all those he hated.
But in reality, this prayer was beyond his capabilities. It wasn't that the Heavenly Master couldn't do it, but that his own capacity to bear it was insufficient.
Moreover, in his current state of utter despair, any effort given to him would be futile.
But after thinking about it, Zhang Zhiwei still responded. Unlike before, he didn't directly unleash his supernatural powers, but instead applied them to Zheng Zibu himself.
He adjusted Zheng Zibu's twelve primary meridians.
Each of the twelve primary meridians has two kinds of emotions, positive and negative.
Zhang Zhiwei directly pushed Zheng Zibu into a state of complete negativity.
This moment.
Zheng Zibu broke free from mental control.
But he also went completely insane.
"Ahhhh!"
I'm going to kill you all!
I'm going to kill you all!
"Tear him to pieces!!"
Zheng Zibu stared with bloodshot eyes, screaming hysterically.
His hands began to move wildly, so fast that they almost left afterimages as he drew talismans at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
In his frenzied state, he didn't care about any rules or methods; he used whichever talisman was most powerful, throwing out all the talismans that came to mind at once.
Thunder talismans, fire talismans, wind talismans, ice talismans, golden light talismans, demon-slaying talismans, evil-slaying talismans... all kinds of talismans are available.
One after another, blue talismans surged forth from his fingertips, almost endlessly.
The talismans gathered more and more, covering the sky and the earth like a surging blue wave, even submerging Zheng Zibu's own figure.
At that moment, everything still alive in the village was annihilated.
"Boom!"
The sound of thunder cracking was deafening, and bolts of lightning raged wildly.
"call!"
The gale whipped up the flames, like roaring fire dragons, devouring everything flammable.
Golden light pierced through the thick smoke, like sharp swords tearing the black fog in the air to shreds.
Sound, flames, lightning, ice, and golden light intertwined, and explosions were everywhere.
The house collapsed, the courtyard wall crumbled, and the old locust tree was split in half, falling to the ground and bursting into flames.
The bodies of the manipulated villagers were also obliterated; some were charred by lightning, some were burned to ashes by flames, and some were frozen into pieces by frost. (End of Chapter)