“Roar…”
A wild roar overwhelmed the sound of the Sanskrit, and Xinhui’s body glowed with golden light, the golden body of the Arahant exploding unconsciously with astral energy, bursting his upper body clothing into pieces and revealing a scar that was tinged with black flesh.
From the left lute bone to the right side of the waist, the sword wound was tainted with deathly energy, causing Xinhui to suffer day and night. But more than the physical pain, the destruction of the mind was painful.
Whether she opened her eyes or closed them, the faces of the nearly 100 people who had died two days earlier would always appear before her eyes. The faces of each and every one of them, under the influence of an inexplicable force, were so clear.
Broken limbs, bleeding faces, and blood, blood blood blood ——
“Ah!!!”
The last thing that appeared before Xinhui’s eyes was the figure of the white-haired Daoist, immaculate in the blood.
“Demon Dao!!!”
Blood burst from Xinhui’s eyes, two lines of blood slowly flowed down, and the golden body of Alohim even faintly glowed with blood.
“Quickly, Master Xin Hui is going into demons, quickly suppress his mind demons.” The old monk closest to Xinhui shouted.
The Sanskrit sound grew louder and louder, and countless swastikas were imprinted on Xinhui’s golden body, slowly suppressing the blood that had already soaked his golden body.
However, Xinhui’s eyes became increasingly bloodshot.
In front of his eyes, the white-haired Taoist figure slowly disappeared, replaced by a back figure bathed in blood, as if it were a monstrous ghost.
“This… this ——”
In Xinhui’s trembling voice, this familiar figure turned around.
It was Qing Yu.
Xinhui unconsciously let out a sigh of relief. Upon seeing the figure topped with no hair, he had thought it would be himself.
Just as he let out this sigh of relief, half of that face suddenly turned into Xinhui’s face. And then the monk’s face spread the other way, replacing the Taoist completely.
“What are you rejoicing about?”
Xinhui said with a sardonic smile as she saw her other self.
Then, on the other self, faces large and small emerged, hissing to burst out of his body and devour his figure.
“AHHH!!!”
Xinhui ran out wildly like a madman, and any obstacles such as monks and walls along the way were crushed alive by the fierce and overbearing golden body of Arahan, without exception.
He left a bloody path through the crowd of monks seated on their knees in the centre of the surrounding square.
“Quick – send a letter to inform the Great Zen Temple that Xinhui he has gone off the rails.” The old monk who had given the order earlier shouted.
Since Feng Tianming’s death, the head of the Pill King’s Academy, Ling Men, who had been staying in the divine capital, had also left the Northern Zhou. Subsequently, as the Zen Sect had taken root in Northern Zhou, another Tong Shen realm powerhouse had also left Northern Zhou. Nowadays, Xinhui is the one with the highest status in the Zen Sect’s power in Northern Zhou.
However, this Master Xin Hui, who presides over the Zen power in Northern Zhou, has gone off the rails. Under Qing Yu’s backstabbing, he went mad.
On the other hand, the frenzied Xinhui rampaged on, and as he was running towards the divine capital, he saw, either deliberately or by coincidence, a big, handsome white bird sweeping through the air.
On that bird sat a Daoist with an awe-inspiring aura, a man whom Xinhui hated to the core.
As the power of his invisible mind came into play, Xinhui roared up to the sky, “Demon Dao!
He chased after the bird, which was flying higher and higher, without the slightest sign of stopping even as he watched it disappear into the clouds.
An inexplicable voice in his heart told him that Demon Dao Qing Yu would be heading to Da Qian, and that if he travelled towards Da Qian, he would definitely be right.
“It’s an otherworldly version of the Quarry.” Qing Yu looked down at Xin Hui, who was still desperately chasing, and muttered to himself.
The downfall of a Kwaito chasing the sun was death. Xinhui could certainly run furiously and rapidly now, but this was just an outburst of his full strength. If he were to continue to run like this, even if he were a True Dan realm expert, he would not be able to escape the word death.
A True Dan realm expert was not a perpetual motion machine, so if he ran with all his might, he would sooner or later run out of strength and die.
“This will be considered interest.” Qing Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and between his brows, his killing intent was eerie.
He had never forgotten how the master and disciple of the Great Zen Temple had set him up. If not for the Void Magic Mirror, I am afraid that in the future, Qing Yu would have become the puppet of that thief and bald man at Heart’s Edge.
The white phoenix spread its wings and flew high, accelerating once more to the Great Zen.
And down below, driven by the impulse and anger that kept emerging in his heart, Xinhui’s mind became more and more frenzied as he ran furiously with his feet.
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On Nan Yun Mountain, the demonic Qi reappeared, spider web-like cracks spread, and eventually ——
“Ka-cha-”
A mirror-breaking sound rang out as a doorway crushed the space and landed on the South Cloud Mountain with a bang.
The doorway was made of black jade, with countless mysterious and bizarre runes engraved on it, and had a majestic and heavy feel to it. On the highest and most central lintel of the gatehouse, the words “Heavenly Demon Palace” are inscribed with a deep demonic meaning.
As the air currents swirl, forming a black vortex, three figures, tall or short, step out onto the ground of the Southern Cloud Mountain.
And behind them, shadowy figures followed.
“This is ——” A spy watching from the shadows widened his eyes.
A shocking vision had occurred on South Cloud Mountain, and all the forces had sent people to investigate. This scout was not the only one, but he was the first to recognize the origins of those who had appeared strangely.
The figures that appeared behind them were all clad in cloaks with purple trim on a black background. This kind of attire, which this scout had seen before, was clearly the unique dress of the demon amba*sadors of the Heavenly Demon Palace.
This was a big message.
The first thought that flashed through this scout’s mind was this. The scout had once participated in a mission to besiege two Heavenly Demon Palace Demon Amba*sadors, and in that battle, quite a few of his colleagues had died.
Although these fellow officers were just mindless and witless killing machines, the enemy that could cause the organisation at the time to pay such a huge price to hang them, their news had to be made known to the owner of the building.
However, just then, a thunderous sound appeared in the ears of this scout and in the ears of all those who were spying, “Unknowing little rats.”
“Bang, bang, bang -”
A series of sounds reached the ears of the three men at the head, and the one in the middle laughed evilly, “Sixty-seven of them, their heads bursting open at the same time, that must have been quite a sight.”
“Hey, the day your head explodes, that would be the most spectacular thing of all.” The man on the left stretched out his pinky and pulled out his ears and bristled.
The man had a very odd physical appearance, blue skin that radiated an eerie chill, and was as big as a sphere, looking a bit comical.
“Fatty Blue, do you want to die?” The man in the middle flexed his fingers and laughed sardonically.
“Are you capable of that?”
The fat blue man shifted unconcernedly, shaking a part of his body that was completely invisible to his waist, and played forward with a big grin.
