Chapter 1 The Torrent of Fire

But then they saw that the fire cloud began to pour down a torrential rain of fire.

The ghostly blue fire points poured down from the clouds like a deluge, densely packed without leaving a single gap.

The raindrops hit the ground, and in an instant, they melted a bowl-sized pit in the bluestone slabs. Moreover, the continuously burning ghostly blue flames also seeped into the soil, forcibly burning out a tunnel that continued to extend downward, as if trying to dig to the netherworld.

Xing Hechou, facing the fire rain head-on, had no time to dodge. Just as he was about to be drenched from head to toe, a figure shrouded in golden light rushed straight into the rain and toward Xing Hechou.

The monk Hui Bing, whose delicate face resembled a charming young man, had now transformed into a muscle-bound monster. His bodybuilding physique, comparable to Schwarzenegger's, stretched the gray monk's robe so taut that it seemed about to burst.

He stretched his arms upwards to the left and right, converging them above his head. With his palms facing upwards and the middle fingers of his left and right hands touching each other, a brilliant golden light spread outward from the center of his palms, like a giant bronze bell enveloping him.

Skill Name: Jin Zhong Zhao (Golden Bell Shield) {Level 3}

Type: Combat

Effect: Actively blocks external physical and energy attacks

Cost: 20% Stamina

Learning Requirements: Strength attribute greater than or equal to 8 points, Intelligence attribute greater than or equal to 6 points, Perception attribute greater than or equal to 7 points

Note: Indestructible body, forging the will and refining the spirit

Monk Hui Bing, who had charged into the fire rain under the protection of his Jin Zhong Zhao, kicked a bronze halberd embedded in a beam with his leg, sending it flying toward Xing Hechou.

Xing Hechou caught the halberd and raised it high above his head, rotating the bronze halberd like a whirlwind. He barely managed to block the fire rain until Monk Hui Bing reached his side, and the two of them were enveloped together under the Jin Zhong Zhao.

*Patta patta,* the fire rain fell on the bronze bell, rarely penetrating, and could only quietly slide down the bell wall.

Wang Guan's face was as gloomy as water. "Die!"

He thrust out a palm toward Xing Hechou, a talisman suspended in his palm, the light of thunder faintly brewing, ready to unleash a torrent of lightning within the Daxiong Hall in the next second.

Palm Thunder!

*Shu——*

The sound of something tearing through the air came straight for Wang Guan's brow. Without time to think, he raised the Palm Thunder he was still brewing, blocking it in front of his brow.

*Boom!*

An arrow shot from the bowstring hit Wang Guan's palm, and the Palm Thunder talisman, only halfway charged, was directly detonated. Thunder rumbled, and electric light shot out, illuminating the hall as bright as day.

Wang Guan's palm was completely blown through, and one could see the scene on the other side through the huge hole in his palm.

"Ahhhhhhh!!"

Wang Guan clutched his wrist, his face twisted like that of a demon. He raised his head and looked into the distance.

Liu Wu Dai, dressed in night-black clothing, crouched silently behind a pile of rubble like a lithe and agile black cat, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow in the cold moonlight.

The bow was a Hoyt hunting compound bow, with an 85-pound draw weight and an IBO speed of 332 feet per second.

The arrow was an aluminum-carbon composite hunting heavy arrow, with a 300 spine and an 850-grain arrow weight.

With modern industry, the draw weight of hunting compound bows can be easily increased to 90 pounds, 100 pounds, or even more than 100 pounds.

It can, but it's not necessary—because an 80-pound compound bow can easily tear through the flesh and bones of any creature, hunting bears, lions, and even elephants, creatures at the top of the terrestrial food chain.

So, what target is a bow with a higher draw weight used to shoot at?

Liu Wu Dai's answer was, demons.

Drawing the bow, pulling the string, the compound cams rotated smoothly. With a *“Zheng,”* the heavy hunting arrow left the string, once again shooting toward Wang Guan.

The arrowhead was spinning, the shaft was trembling, and a thin, hairlike thunder serpent was attached to the arrow shaft, propelling the arrow to accelerate again, tearing through the air, breaking through the barriers.

Almost instantly, a chilling, unfamiliar sense of crisis pierced Wang Guan's heart and lungs. He had not felt this kind of fear, this brush with death, for a long time.

The last time was at the execution ground in the suburbs of Nanzhili, the moment before the executioner was about to swing his ghost-head saber.

Without any hesitation, Wang Guan abandoned his human form, transforming into a burly, towering black ape with a human face, draped in a purple-gold kasaya, holding a Buddha bowl in one hand and a demon-subduing staff in the other, both demon and Buddha, using the demon to represent the Buddha.

The vajra demon-subduing staff, as thick as a beam, blocked the fleeting arrow, but the price paid was that a piece of the demon-subduing staff was blasted away, and half of the tiger's mouth of his hand was also shattered.

"Two rotten palms, four strong enemies,"

The mountain spirit grinned savagely, ignoring the festering of his palms. His beastly face was full of bloodlust. "You are quite good."

"Wait! Four strong enemies?"

A voice broke the mountain spirit's brewing momentum. Li Ang raised his arm high, like an elementary school student raising his hand to ask a question in class. "Old buddy, did you forget about me?"

"You?"

The mountain spirit's momentum stagnated, and he remembered that this young man with the strange mask seemed to be the decision-maker representing this team, but in the mountain spirit's perception, he seemed to be the weakest of the group....

A mere little meat worm, harmless, insignificant.

The mountain spirit didn't bother to pay attention to him, and wielding the vajra demon-subduing staff, he directly smashed it towards Xing Hechou with the force of an avalanche. The four fierce ghost sedan bearers and the white-clothed ghost outside the hall seemed to receive some instruction and charged toward Li Ang.

"Sigh...."

Li Ang sighed softly and took out his battle ax and *bishou*.

Compared to his companions, these two weapons he bought on Taobao were really a bit shabby.

But fortunately, he also had a "cheat equipment."

Li Ang looked at the five fierce ghosts charging straight at him and said lazily, "Miss Chai, time to rework."

"Mm."

An imperceptible female voice sounded in his body.

One, two, three... A whole arm, even several arms, extended from Li Ang's lumbar vertebrae from his back.

These slender, narrow arms, like stick insects, braced against the ground, propping Li Ang up into the air. From a distance, he looked like a claw spider crawling on the ground.

The five fierce ghosts couldn't help but be startled by this terrifying and bizarre scene—this thing was even more like a monster than they were!

The fierce ghosts were shocked, and their speed slowed slightly. Before they could even brake, they saw Li Ang, like a claw spider, waving those slender arms with an extremely bizarre frequency, running at high speed in front of the fierce ghosts.

Spider leg raised high, stab!

The blue-faced, fanged ghost was directly pierced from head to toe by the slender arm, unable to speak, twitching and unable to move after making a few *he he* sounds.

A beautiful woman's head stretched out from Li Ang's chest. Chai Cuiao's neck stretched as long as a snake, and that cherry mouth gently sucked at the blue-faced, fanged ghost.

*Slurp.*

The blue-faced, fanged ghost was swallowed by Chai Cuiao like baby milkshake—even the outline of a human figure was clearly visible on her snake-like neck.

"Delicious~"

Chai Cuiao licked her lips, blinked her eyes playfully, and her expression was innocent and lovely.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The remaining four fierce ghosts were almost scared to pee. They instantly lost all fighting spirit, turned their heads and ran. The demons who had stopped in the temple courtyard were also frightened by this scene and ran out one after another.

Especially the foxes who had taken a glass marble from Li Ang, hastily dropped the marble and fled the Guhan Temple with their families. When they ran into the forest and turned their heads, they found that some of the demons in the courtyard were still spinning in place.

After receiving the experience of this perennial fierce ghost, Chai Cuiao, the illusion cast by the cat's eye effect could not only deceive humans and ghosts, but also deceive demons.

The "combination" of Li Ang and Chai Cuiao could combine the spiritual power of the two and cooperate with the cat's eyes to create a ghost wall covering the entire courtyard in a short time, which was equivalent to exerting an effect greater than 1+1.

"Why are you running?"

Li Ang said leisurely, his spider claws were as swift as the wind, accurately picking out those demons who said they had eaten people at the banquet, one by one using the slender arms to stab them to death.

Later, the stick-insect-like slender arms were covered with demons, like thin grass stalks strung with wild strawberries, which was quite spectacular.

"I haven't eaten so much in a long time."

Chai Cuiao murmured to herself, raising her arms high and stuffing the demons into her throat like dates.

"Happy~"

The magical and bizarre scene of one human and one ghost devouring monsters caused a considerable psychological impact on the fox family outside the temple. Many young foxes were shaking like sieves, and they would probably never dare to look directly at ordinary insects like "spiders" in their lives.