The Book of Resentment Demon Lord spent a lot of effort to finally heal the injuries to his meridians.
Muwuhou, who came over with the Jindan monks, saw that the Book of Resentment Demon Lord seemed to be injured, and hurriedly asked: "Sir, are you okay? Those humans..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt as if the air around him had solidified.
Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, Mu Wuhou swallowed back the rest of his words.
What he still doesn't know is that those humans must have escaped from the hands of the Book of Resentment Demon Lord.
Mu Wuhou couldn't help but feel a little unhappy when he thought that all his achievements had been wasted.
Secretly scornful: "You are a master of transforming gods, and you let humans escape like this? If I had this level of cultivation, I would definitely be able to keep those hateful humans behind."
The other Jindan monks have similar ideas to Mu Wuhou.
"If it weren't for Lord Pluto's favor, would you be able to achieve this level of cultivation?"
"If you don't rely on your own strength, you still can't control it after all."
No matter what they think in their hearts, these people don't dare to blame the Book of Resentment Demon Lord on the surface.
"Those damn humans are so cunning."
"My lord must have fallen into those guys' tricks."
"With your strength, if you chase me now, you might still be able to catch me."
Some people not only saw the immediate benefits, but also foresaw the dangers.
"But if the person who killed Lord Cang Yue Yanhuang's son escapes, what will we do?"
As soon as the words fell, a voice as cold as frost was heard: "You all go and bury my son with him."
The golden elixir masters were shocked and subconsciously wanted to be on guard.
boom!
A golden elixir monk turned into a fireball in the air and was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.
The dignified golden elixir master didn't even have the strength to resist in front of this person in front of him.
"Sir, please forgive me..." The others wanted to beg for mercy when they saw this, but then they simultaneously turned into balls of fire and were burned to ashes.
In just one breath, there were only three people left on the scene.
The Demon King of Resentful Books, Mu Wuhou He, and Cang Yue Yanhuang.
The Book of Resentment Demon Lord and Mu Wuhou were trembling and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Cang Yue Yanhuang, or even say a word.
I am afraid that if I am not careful, I will offend the other party.
But then, two people were slapped at the same time.
Mu Wuhou fell directly from the sky and hit the ground like a meteor. The flames erupted from his body spread in all directions and did not stop until more than ten miles away.
The Book of Resentment Demon Lord did better. He flew a few hundred meters, vomited a mouthful of blood and managed to stabilize his body in the sky.
He was already slapped by Zui Jiuyin, but now he was slapped by Cang Yue Yanhuang, and the meridians that had just calmed down were once again burned by the flames.
Different from Zuijiu's time, this time the Book of Resentment Demon Lord tried his best but was unable to drive away the flames. He could only suppress some of them so that the severe pain in his meridians was not so intense.
If he can't get rid of these flames, he may not be able to improve his cultivation in this life.
What's even more terrifying is that Cang Yue Yanhuang is one of the three strongest people in the Ming Ling clan.
Even Pluto could not risk offending Cang Yue Yanhuang to expel these flames for him.
The only way is to slowly refine it by himself, or to break through to the stage of enlightenment.
Without refining these flames, the strength cannot be improved, and a breakthrough is simply impossible.
As for refining it yourself...
This is an attack from a master in the enlightenment stage. Even if it is just a casual palm, the power contained in it is extremely terrifying.
Refining it bit by bit on your own may not take thousands or tens of thousands of years.
It can be said that although Cang Yue Yanhuang did not kill him directly, it was no different from taking his life.
Even so, he could only grit his teeth and say respectfully: "Thank you, Lord Yanhuang, for not killing me."
"Hmph! If Lord Pluto hadn't interceded, you would have been buried with my son even if you were in the stage of becoming a god."
"Now, I ask you, where is the person who killed my son?"
After hearing these words, the Demon Lord of the Book of Resentment almost stopped beating
He pursed his lips and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time: "They... they..."
"Trash! Go and apologize to His Highness Pluto yourself."
Although the words were harsh, the implication was that he was being let go.
The mood of the Book of Resentment Demon Lord at this moment is as complicated as it can be.
Although the other party crippled him, they did not kill him after all.
But for a monk like him in the divine transformation stage, there is no way to improve his cultivation level, which is simply more uncomfortable than killing him.
By the time the Book of Resentment Demon Lord came to his senses from his tangled thoughts, Emperor Cang Yue Yan had already disappeared.
After struggling for a moment, the Book of Resentment Demon Lord decided to go see His Highness Pluto first.
Before leaving, I didn't forget to take away the dying Mu Wuhou.
This guy is much worse off than him. Even if he can be saved, he will only be a useless person in the future.
In front of the Qingxin Hall of Wenxian Temple, two people, the old Taoist priest and Zuijiu, had no blood on their faces and were frighteningly white.
"It would be troublesome if he came." Zuijiu swallowed hard.
Although it was shocking, if you think about it carefully, this seems to be quite normal.
How could he not show any sign of killing his son?
Although many monks are too forgetful of love, most of them are because of the long life span of monks. Many times, a retreat lasts for hundreds of years. By the time he comes out of seclusion, things have already changed.
Unless you are a monk family, you will not have such hidden worries.
Demon Lord Huiyue's qualifications were mediocre, but he was forcibly promoted to the Golden Core realm.
This shows how much Cang Yue Yanhuang attaches great importance to his son.
"Brother...what should we do now?"
The old Taoist priest's eyes were red: "So what about the stage of enlightenment? Let's ask, when have we ever been afraid of the Immortal Temple?"
Zuijiu was overjoyed when he heard this: "I knew that the head senior brother is not a timid person."
"Our mountain-protecting formation may not be able to withstand attacks from the enlightenment stage. Besides, I have so many Taoist friends here to help."
Zuijiu raised the wine gourd, and all the golden elixir monks who had just been sucked into the gourd were released.
It’s just...
The condition of these people seems not to be very good.
Everyone had an abnormal blush on their faces and walked crookedly.
Some people even vomited on the spot when the cold wind blew them.
The smell of vomit and the strong smell of alcohol soon enveloped the entire Wenxian Temple.
Zuijiu Lao blushed and slapped the back of his head: "Oh, I forgot that I used a wishful gourd to hold wine before." The old Taoist priest's originally pale face suddenly turned red.
Pointing at Zui Jiu, he was trembling and couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Brother, please don't get excited. The situation was urgent so I forgot about it for a moment. Don't worry, it will definitely not happen like this next time."
Zheng Yi was speechless. Isn't the reason why the old Taoist priest was really angry because this guy used a magic weapon to hold wine?
As for getting so many monks drunk, that's just one of the consequences of this behavior, okay?
"Evil beast... evil beast... Come here, tie up this evil beast and give it directly to Cang Yue Yanhuang so that he can atone for his sins."
Zuijiu was dumbfounded: "Senior Brother, how can you be so heartless..."
Just when these two old men were not shy about bickering, there was a loud bang and a huge fireball directly hit the mountain protection formation of Wenxian Temple.
The entire Wenxian Temple shook violently, and even a house that had been in disrepair was collapsed by the earthquake.
"Old bastard, hand over the murderer of my emperor's son, and I may consider letting you go."
"Otherwise, I will raze this Taoist temple of yours to the ground and leave no chickens or dogs behind!"
"Don't think that you can stop me by hiding in this broken formation."
"I will give you ten breaths now to think about it. Once the ten breaths are over, don't blame me for going on a killing spree."
Zheng Yi looked at Cang Yue Yanhuang in the sky.
If the other party hadn't said it himself, he really wouldn't have believed that this guy was actually the father of the withered and thin Demon Lord Huiyue.
Cang Yue Yanhuang looks like an ordinary human being, and his appearance is very handsome. If you just look at his face, he looks like he is in his early thirties at most.
Set off by a gorgeous outfit, he looks quite impressive.
Zuijiu turned his head, secretly took another sip of wine, and then asked the old Taoist priest: "Brother, they are knocking on the door now, what should we do now?"
The old Taoist priest's nose is not a nose or an eye: "What else can I do? Is it possible that I really tied up this evil beast like you to calm him down?"
"So what if he transforms into a god? I don't believe it. He can really break through the mountain-protecting formation of Wenxian Temple with the power of one person."
"Although you got into trouble, you bastard, but if you can kill his son, you can be considered a favor to Wenxian Guan."
Zuijiu said with a stern look on his face: "Senior brother, I didn't kill that guy. But..."
His eyes subconsciously fell on Zheng Yi.
Zheng Yi secretly screamed that something was wrong. Even if they were separated by a mountain guarding formation, with Cang Yue Yanhuang's cultivation, it was impossible not to notice their small movements.
He quickly defended himself: "Senior Zuijiu, I don't have the ability to kill a golden elixir master."
He didn't want to pass the blame to others, but under the current circumstances, it was better to divert Cang Yue Yanhuang's attention as much as possible.
Sure enough, just as Zheng Yi guessed, Zuijiu's eyes were immediately caught by Cang Yue Yanhuang.
The next moment, an endless killing intent fell directly on Zheng Yi.
If it weren't for the Wu Guo Human Emperor's body, Zheng Yi even doubted whether he would have been directly obliterated by Cang Yue Yan Huang's murderous intention.
Zuijiu immediately stood between Zheng Yi and Cang Yue Yanhuang.
But before Zuijiu had any other reaction, Cang Yue Yanhuang had already sneered: "How can a mere middle-stage crystallization person kill my incompetent son?"
"Even if you want to find someone to pretend to be someone else, you have to find someone more reliable."
"If you can push it to a crystallization stage, do you think I am a fool?"
Zheng Yi spread his hands with an innocent face, as if telling Zuijiu and the old Taoist priest: "I really didn't kill Demon Lord Huiyue. Besides, even if he said so, the other party wouldn't believe it."
Zheng Yi said this without any pressure. After all, he just led the Demon Lord of the Book of Resentment into a circle surrounded by human monks.
There was someone else who really killed Demon Lord Huiyue.
Not to mention Cang Yue Yanhuang, even the old Taoist priests didn't quite believe that Zheng Yi could kill Demon Lord Hui Yue.
A breath of time has arrived in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that there was no response from Wenwenxianguan, Emperor Cang Yue Yan became furious.
"Okay, okay, since you guys are determined to protect the murderer, don't blame me for being ruthless."
After saying this, Cang Yue Yanhuang stopped being polite and directly launched an attack on the sect formation at Wenxian Temple.
The disciples of Wenxian Temple felt as if they were in an alchemy furnace, with flames everywhere.
Under Cang Yue Yanhuang's uninterrupted attacks, the large formation used to fight other sects was tottering to the point of being defeated by him alone.
"Damn it, you are indeed in the stage of enlightenment. This strength is really not something you can boast about." Zui Jiu rushed over in a hurry to replenish the spiritual energy for the mountain guarding formation.
Any sect with a heritage has its sect location carefully chosen.
These places have abundant spiritual energy and are convenient for cultivation, and when setting up formations, they will also use the formations to extract the spiritual energy from the spiritual veins.
Therefore, the Mountain Guard Formation is definitely the place where every sect has the strongest defensive ability.
But now...
Just one person has already brought the mountain guard formation to the point of collapse.
If we leave it alone, I'm afraid it won't be long before the mountain-protecting formation will be breached.
Under normal circumstances, being breached is nothing.
What these formations absorb is the spiritual energy in the spiritual veins. As long as the spiritual veins are not destroyed, the spiritual energy will be replenished continuously.
At most, the formation can be patched up and it can be activated quickly.
The problem now is that as long as the sect's protective formation is broken, Cang Yue Yanhuang can kill them all before the formation can be repaired again.
"Two elders, please give us a helping hand when our sect is about to survive."
The old Taoist priest was much smarter than Zuijiu, and he started shaking people without saying a word.
"You little guys, when you get into trouble, you always come to us to wipe your butts." A monk who was older than the old Taoist priest walked on the wind to Qingxin Hall.
"You can offend masters who are in the stage of enlightenment. Are you expecting us to die soon?" Another Taoist priest's voice was hoarse. He shrunk to the ground on crutches and arrived quickly.
The two of them said it rudely, but they just arrived at Qingxin Palace and started to help Zuijiu maintain the mountain-protecting formation.
With their participation, the mountain-protecting formation, which originally seemed shaky, finally stabilized again.
Outside the formation, Cang Yue Yanhuang gritted his teeth, and his offensive became more fierce and fierce: "Okay, I want to see how long you losers can stop us."
Explosions followed one after another, almost in a series.
Even if he used magic to protect his ears, the sound was still extremely harsh.
Others were better off, but those monks who had just been released from Zuijiu's wine gourd were in bad luck.
Stimulated by these sounds, he began to vomit again.
In fact, when he first discovered that they were drunk, the old Taoist priest had already asked the Taoist boy to feed them anti-hangover elixirs.
But Zuijiu didn't know what kind of wine was in it.
After a few pills were taken, these people not only did not wake up, but became even more drunk.
In front of the clean Qingxin Hall, there is now vomit everywhere.
Disciples with low cultivation levels were unable to move normally, so naturally there was no one to clean up, and it was a mess. (End of chapter)