Chapter 497 Parasitic Beast

Everything has the soil it needs to grow. Zhang Wuji sees this clearly. This combination of punches can naturally be used in the Ming Dynasty where he has the final say. But in Dajing, where there are countless orthodox sects of Taoism and the interests of all parties are entangled, Wang Yansheng's room for maneuver is much smaller.

It seems that the benevolent king rules the country and the holy emperor is in power, but in fact, all the immortals are in power. If they want to implement the people's livelihood system and change the laws, they have to hold a meeting to study and discuss before they can decide. After all, running a country is not a trivial matter, and it is related to the fortune of each sect, so naturally there is fierce competition.

"For small matters, hold a big meeting; for big matters, hold a small meeting; for bigger matters, don't hold a meeting. Wang Yansheng, oh Wang Yansheng, I wonder if you, the Holy King, are doing well as you wish?"

Zhang Wuji secretly laughed in his heart. If he wanted to take advantage of the situation, he would be bound by the general trend and would not be so free.

"Another demon sect came and said they wanted to join forces to accomplish great things."

Baiyue released the carp in his hand and started talking. A black wind blew over from not far away. A shadowy figure was seen in the evil wind. He ignored it and flew straight towards here.

"If you want to join us, why didn't you do it earlier? They didn't show up when I gathered the Red Turban Army and united them into one. They didn't show up when we trampled on the camps and fought against the Mongols. They didn't show up when the Xuanmen founded a country and faced me from the north and south. Now that I don't need them anymore, this Demon Sect has shown up instead."

Zhang Wuji snorted coldly, although half a year was short, he was not living a comfortable life. To train soldiers, there would be casualties among mortals, and to tackle the tough nut of Shaman, the Red Flame Army had to take on it. If the Red Flame Army was not immortal, it was hard to say whether the special forces of cultivators in his hands would still be established.

As for the Demon Sect, they are blind and deaf, and cannot see small profits or big profits. They can only see the risks and hide in their hiding places. But now they want to come out to pick the fruits. How can such a good thing happen?

"This group of practitioners take the cause and effect of good and bad fortune too seriously. I don't like them, whether they are righteous or evil. They want to avoid any risk and make all the calculations before taking action," Zhang Wuji shook his head. "Nothing in the world is that easy. To accomplish great things, one must sacrifice one's life. Only after surviving a great disaster can one be blessed in times of trouble. They are all like this. They seem to have made countless calculations, but in fact they are afraid of death. What kind of immortality are they practicing? What kind of Taoism are they asking for? I'm afraid they will end up being greedy for immortality and afraid of death."

"It has existed since ancient times, and it's not an exaggeration," Bai Yue said with a smile, "The cultivators in this world are afraid of being tortured by karma and fate, and they are timid in their actions. Even though karma is no longer in place, they have lost their confidence. In the past, they could calculate the secrets of heaven, but now it's all unknown. It can only be said that cultivating immortals has destroyed their spirit."

Zhang Wuji stretched out his right hand, raised his thumb, and gestured: "This demon cultivator came at the right time. The new weapon developed by the research institute has just been delivered. Let him try it out. It can be considered a blessing for him!"

Baiyue did not stop him and said with a cheerful smile: "Don't listen to what he said. Huang Chunting has met with the Demon Sect several times and raised the price very high. He wants to squeeze out all the wealth of the Demon Sect. It seems that they have loosened their offer."

Zhang Wuji snorted softly, "What good things can these rat-like demon cultivators say? It's nothing more than that Wang Yansheng has many Xuanmen sects and the righteous sects are supporting him, so the demon sect has no choice but to join the righteous sects and fight against them."

"They just think that I have a weak foundation and am not on the same level as the Xuanmen. If I want to achieve great things, I still need to borrow the power of the Demon Sect."

He shook his head: "I wasted time with them because I couldn't spare the time to deal with them for the time being. Now that everything is over, I have time to take over the foundation of the Demonic Path."

"After all, Yue Zun... no, the previous leader sorted out the path of magic, wasn't it just to pave the way for me, the later generation, so that I can inherit the family business!"

Baiyue nodded, "Yes, to be honest, my Ming Cult and its four subordinate sects are all the foundation of the Demonic Path. It's just that they have grown up independently in recent years and have lost some of their demonic energy. In this case, we shouldn't cooperate with the Demonic Path. After all, we are the largest branch of the Demonic Path, and they should kneel down and surrender. The Demonic Path only cares about who has the bigger fist." Zhang Wuji shook his sleeves and a blood-red diamond-shaped gem appeared, floating in the air and clinging to his arm. The blood core split and turned into a large piece of flesh and blood, wrapping Zhang Wuji's entire arm. There was no abnormality in the texture and muscle lines of that piece of flesh and blood, as if it had just been torn off. But because of this, it looked a bit hideous and terrifying. Ordinary people would feel a chill and lose their courage when they saw it.

The black wind came whistling, and the figure inside saw Zhang Wuji raising his arm. He stopped, hesitated for a moment, turned around, and was about to leave. As for the task assigned by the sect, it was not as precious as his own life.

"Want to escape? It's too late!"

Zhang Wuji exerted his magical power suddenly, and the flesh and blood wrapped around his arm took shape in an instant, becoming hard and rigid. A blood-colored bow appeared, and then the flesh and blood evolved, and a dragon-headed arrow with a pearl in its mouth was put on the string.

The arrow was on the string and had to be shot. He did not use his own magic power, but only used the strength of a mortal to pull the bow. A blood core in the center of the bow glowed slightly, and blood light flowed. The bowstring was transmitted along with the force, shaped like a full moon, and then the arrow turned into a stream of light and flew out.

The bowstring made a slight sound, and the arrow flew through the air, instantly breaking through the black wind on the side of the demon cultivator and the protective treasure. The arrow pierced his heart, and he was pushed several meters by the powerful force before falling to the ground.

Zhang Wuji gently pulled the bowstring a few more times and said, "The force is quite strong, but the recoil on the flesh and blood of the person holding the bow needs to be improved. If an ordinary person who has not trained his body inside uses this broken bow, even if the enemy is dead, he will be seriously injured by the recoil of the bow."

He waved his hand again, and the flesh and blood softened and turned into swords, spears, long and short weapons, and long and short range weapons. However, due to the size limitation of this mass of flesh and blood, heavy weapons seemed a little delicate.

"In just a few months, the research institute has developed a weapon specifically designed to deal with immortal cultivators and that has the ability to break spells. This is already pretty good."

Baiyue explained: "After all, the time is too short. The utilization and loss of energy, as well as the adaptability to this world and endurance are all difficult problems that need to be solved."

"Being able to do this is enough to prove the ability of the researchers. If you let them solve the civilian and universal types, even if they don't have hair loss problems, they will be forced to become bald. You don't want to have a bunch of Mediterranean researchers under you, do you?"

Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "That's the proof of being a strong man. Also, I was too impatient. After all, the next opponent is my mortal enemy!"

Baiyue suddenly took out a blood core, and flesh and blood climbed on it, turning it into a pointed blade. He threw it out, and the blade could extend for dozens of meters. The blade head was connected by hideous muscles and could move freely at a very fast speed.

"This is a special weapon. It is a biological weapon copied from a document by a researcher. The parasitic beast originally had a cracked skull, which turned into a sharp knife connected by muscles. The special individual among them is fused with part of the host's body. Like me, my arms are turned into blades, which can deal with medium and short-range combat."

"This can ensure a certain level of survivability, but this type of special weapon is different from the semi-automatic external type in your hand. It needs to be transplanted and fused with the host's neurons and brain to allow the host to have the corresponding neural reaction ability. After all, if the neural reaction speed is not suitable, it is not impossible that you will be chopped off instead of killing the enemy with one blow. The advantage is that it can quickly form a certain combat power, which is enough to deal with low-level monks who have no magical powers to protect themselves."

Zhang Wuji shook his head and watched his men collect the bodies: "Let's talk about it later. This kind of transformation is still a bit too extreme for the Ming Dynasty today."

(End of this chapter)