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Chapter 160: Nuclear Mushroom Cloud, Buddha Descends, Temple Destroyer, and the Netherworld Cat-Face
Chapter 160: Nuclear Mushroom Cloud, Buddha Descends, Temple Destroyer, and the Netherworld Cat-Faced Killer (Part 1)
Zhen Lei Peak.
The night was deep and dark.
Li Qingshan was in the house with Mu Po, lighting a flickering oil lamp and whispering.
Ever since he had broken through to the Divine Image Realm, Li Qingshan had more time to spend with Mu Po, and he didn't hold back on his time.
Most of the time, he was either consolidating his observation of the divine or accompanying Mu Po, or strolling through the disciple town on Zhen Lei Peak.
Or he would go to the streets of Golden Light City, window shopping at accessory shops, and so on.
He relished this leisurely life.
Maintaining his aged appearance, he accompanied his youthful beauty from his younger days, growing old together, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and strolling through the drizzling snowfall.
Through the seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
It had a unique flavor.
Mu Po, perhaps tired, started to feel sleepy while chatting with Li Qingshan.
She lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Li Qingshan carefully tucked her in.
The beauty of the fair lady had aged, but traces of her youthful appearance could still be vaguely seen.
It was a part of his beautiful memories.
Suddenly, Li Qingshan's expression shifted slightly.
He slowly stood up, poked the firewood in the stove, adjusted the room's temperature, and then stepped out of the house.
Outside, the snow continued to fall in the night sky.
With a glance, Li Qingshan knew that this severe winter snowstorm would inevitably bring a disaster, taking away countless innocent lives.
He walked through the corridor and saw Lu Chi still sweating profusely in the courtyard.
Big-headed Lu Chi, his eyes shining, his blood and energy swirling, every move and technique executed with unwavering determination.
Perhaps it was the stimulation from Xi Xi, who had already undergone five transitions at the age of four, while Lu Chi hadn't even stepped into the realm of meridians yet, which made him feel anxious.
There was a sense of being caught up with, a feeling of dread.
He remembered when Lu Chi had seen Xi Xi in Flying Thunder City, she was still just a little girl, a skin-peeling maid.
"A sense of crisis..." Li Qingshan shook his head.
Having a sense of crisis was a good thing.
It would motivate him to strive to become stronger.
Lu Chi's identity was special, and Li Qingshan's cultivation method for him was rather laissez-faire.
But Lu Chi was also one of his few disciples.
Li Qingshan didn't dare to take on true disciples, as he had done too many things in his early life that made people hate him.
He feared that his disciples would meet with unnatural deaths.
So, he didn't want to harm his disciples.
However, Lu Chi was different; his fate was too strong, and he could endure it.
"Xi Xi is a divine child... and not just any divine child, she's Li Che's daughter. I can't imagine how high she'll rise in the future."
Li Qingshan sighed.
Li Che, starting his cultivation at the age of twenty as a spiritual child, was able to reach his current height in a short time and could even cooperate with Horse Face to kill a Seventh Stage Divine Archer like the one from Wen Longshan.
This was enough to prove that Li Che's talent and bloodline were exceptional.
Xi Xi's talent was even more terrifying.
Even among divine children, she was considered superior, or even top-notch.
Lu Chi... wanted to catch up with Xi Xi.
It wouldn't be easy.
Li Qingshan didn't disturb Lu Chi's cultivation; he returned to the study and lit a candle.
He took out the Netherworld Soul Communication Mirror that Li Che had given him.
He knew that by accepting this Soul Communication Mirror, he, Li Qingshan, had gained another identity.
The Netherworld Cat-Faced Killer! A ruthless killer without emotions.
However, Li Qingshan glanced at the message on the Netherworld Soul Communication Mirror.
Instantly, his expression changed in horror!
"Damn!"
"The Ox Demon didn't bring me along!"
Li Qingshan gnashed his teeth.
But on the Netherworld Soul Communication Mirror, two sentences appeared.
"The situation has changed, and I've already taken action."
"Hurry!"
Li Qingshan didn't have time for leisure; he directly put on the cat-faced mask and hurried down the mountain.
This place wasn't far from the Heart Monkey Temple.
By the time he arrived...
He feared it would be too late!
...
...
The night was dark and windy, with heavy snow flurries.
The world was frozen, with freezing temperatures.
Li Che wore a cat-faced mask, standing on the roof, his eyes beneath the mask deep and profound.
He emerged from the darkness, making a few silent and swift jumps, landing on a high spot.
Sensing the aura of the Zhong Kui statue detected by the Heaven and Earth Chessboard, he followed the direction of the aura and looked into the distance, unable to suppress the killing intent in his heart.
It was a small courtyard.
From the high vantage point, the darkness was torn apart.
In the courtyard, the scene was extremely grim, with countless skeletons piled up, densely packed, all wearing various tattered clothes, men and women, old and young.
Obviously, these were refugees who had endured the snow disaster this winter.
These refugees had survived the snow disaster but had become skeletons in this ghost temple.
It was like a scene from hell, with countless corpses piled up, filled with deathly energy, and a chilling atmosphere, as if the gates of hell had opened, and the souls of the dead refugees were slowly crawling out of their corpses.
Countless deathly energies surged like a tide from all directions.
It was like the fire in a pill furnace, but this flame was black, refining the refugees in the courtyard into evil spirits.
Li Che didn't consider himself a hero, but seeing such a cruel scene still shocked and angered him.
His killing intent towards the Corpse God Sect had reached an unprecedented level.
His gaze shifted.
He was searching for the Zhong Kui statue and Fahong Monk that he sensed.
His gaze fell on the courtyard entrance, where he saw a skinny and haggard figure amidst the endless rolling black deathly energy.
He was holding his palms together, bound by cold chains, sitting in meditation, and chanting the Rebirth Mantra.
He seemed to be using his meager strength to save the countless evil spirits that were unleashed like an open gate of hell.
A cracked and broken statue.
A withered and feeble monk.
Like a firefly shining in the endless darkness, small but carrying a glimmer of hope.
Fahong Monk was also imprisoned and thrown into this courtyard, just like the many refugees, about to be refined into evil spirits.
However, he took out the Zhong Kui statue and confronted the Corpse God Sect's Corpse Refining Array Formation, suppressing the countless evil spirits and preventing them from truly escaping.
He even used his meager strength to purify and save the refugees filled with deathly energy and endless resentment.
Li Che sighed.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for Fahong Monk.
No wonder he was a ghost suppressor.
It turned out that Fahong Monk had already made his plans, which was why he didn't care whether it was a Buddhist or divine statue, because he had lost faith in the Ghost Temple and no longer cared about the Dao or Buddhism.
As long as it can suppress evil spirits and guide lost souls, it is a good divine statue.
At the end of the courtyard, countless death qi rose and surged into a figure.
The figure shimmered with an ancient bronze hue, exuding an eerie and chilling aura, devoid of any vitality. Two flickering silver auras danced on the corpse-like body, resembling writhing silver snakes.
Silver Gale Enchanted Copper Corpse!
Li Che's gaze intensified, and the death qi emanating from these refugees after being sacrificed to death was being drawn by this person, used to temper his body and spirit, and generate the Silver Gale.
In addition, in front of the Silver Gale Enchanted Copper Corpse of the Corpse God Sect, there was a flag planted, a flag that stirred the array formation, refining the refugees and monks within the courtyard.
Vaguely, the man's eyes opened and closed, and his cold gaze swept over, landing on Fahong Monk, revealing a faint disdain and mockery.
"You do have some ability, that divine statue is actually capable of suppressing the evil spirits refined through sacrifice, and not entering my Soul-Parting Banner..."
"However, this statue is ultimately just a Nine Stars wooden carving, and it won't last long."
"Fahong, wait to become an evil spirit together, and be the capital for my advancement to Silver Gale."
The figure laughed as he spoke.
The voice echoed, lingering endlessly.
He could have killed Fahong long ago; a mere Divine Foundation Realm monk posed no threat to him.
But he was toying with him, wanting to crush Fahong's last glimmer of hope, slowly tormenting the monk.
He even hoped that Fahong would eventually choose to surrender and join the Corpse God Sect, just as he had.
Everyone worships the Buddha, and he has surrendered. Why won't you?
If you surrender, my heart will be at peace.
Fahong Monk was withered beyond recognition, a stark contrast to his rugged appearance when they first met.
He joined his palms together, his flesh and blood seemingly devoured by evil spirits, and he swayed unsteadily, still maintaining the recitation of the Rebirth Mantra.
A hint of sorrow appeared in his eyes.
Heart Monkey Temple, one of the three great traditions that split from Heaven Reaching Temple, may have lost the glory of the once-supreme Heaven Reaching Temple, but at least it retained some dignity.
Now...
That dignity had vanished with the passing of the abbot.
These rebellious monks, in their pursuit of power, refused to follow the abbot's path of sitting in meditation until death. They even chose to join the Corpse God Sect, turning Heart Monkey Temple into a sinister ghost temple, a place where the sect's demons wreaked havoc and committed evil deeds.
Countless refugees were sacrificed to death.
Fahong's heart was filled with sorrow and numbness.
He just wanted to do his best, until his last ounce of strength was exhausted, and die together with these refugees.
At least he had persevered to the end, holding onto the light in his heart.
Suddenly, the Zhong Kui divine statue before him seemed to glow.
For some reason, the power grew stronger, and within the wooden carving, a milky white aura flickered.
Then, the shadow of the Zhong Kui divine statue suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.
This gave Fahong Monk, who had already exhausted his strength, the power to continue his suppression.
Fahong's withered eyes lit up slightly.
The corners of his lips curled upwards.
He continued reciting the Rebirth Mantra.
...
...
Li Che retracted his fingers, which had been trembling.
He produced a Pure Heart Divine Essence Chess Piece and placed it in the Zhong Kui divine statue, awakening and enhancing its divine aura.
This was the greatest support he could give Fahong Monk.
Li Che pressed down his bamboo hat, and the Demon Ox mask on his face became even more profound and sinister in the darkness.
There was no trace of cuteness; instead, it exuded the solemnity and coldness of a soul-collecting messenger from hell.
He had already recognized the figure refining the lost souls.
Master Xuan Li, a Silver Gale Enchanted Copper Corpse, was likely a Seventh Stage Lower Rank Corpse God Envoy within the Corpse God Sect.
Although he had an extra Silver Gale, he was not much different from the Corpse God Envoy that Li Che had previously killed with the Little Mushroom.
However, it was unlikely that he could replicate the success of killing a Corpse God Envoy with a single strike.
The previous Corpse God Envoy had escaped through the Space-Time Corpse Art, completely unprepared.
And when he emerged from the death qi vortex, there was nowhere to dodge.
He took the full brunt of the Little Mushroom.
Furthermore, that Seventh Stage Corpse God Envoy had exhausted his Silver Gale, leaving only the Enchanted Copper Corpse's physical body, which naturally couldn't withstand the attack.
But Master Xuan Li was different; he was currently in a powerful state, far superior to the Corpse God Envoy that Li Che had killed.
A single Guanyin Lotus Cannon was powerful, but it had to hit him.
Missing the target would only waste its potential.
If there was a Lotus of Guanyin Main Battle Tank with strong endurance, it could directly fire the Guanyin Lotus Cannon like a projectile, with the guidance of the Heaven and Earth Chessboard at its endpoint.
Then, precise strikes could be achieved.
But that wasn't possible now...
However, it wasn't a big problem.
He just needed to switch to a simpler and more straightforward method.
Lowering his bamboo hat, Li Che's figure merged into the darkness.
He first sent a message to Li Qingshan, asking him to come later and clean up.
As for the rest...
He would take care of it himself.
His five fingers clenched.
The Pure Heart Drawing Paper rustled in the darkness, and one after another, Niu Mo demons appeared.
Carrying Immortal Craft Gatling guns and aided by the Heaven and Earth Chessboard to conceal their presence, they hid in the temple's many dark corners.
Li Che also drew a Horse Face.
Shouldering an Immortal Craft Barrett and equipped with an Avalanche Dragon Tooth Bodhimanda bullet, he prepared for a short-range sniper attack.
The drawn Horse Face had only one shot, and after the strike, it would be shattered into ink mist by the Barrett's recoil.
But that was enough; Li Che only needed this one shot.
This was Li Che's first time hunting a Seventh Stage Corpse God Envoy solely with his own power.
He couldn't guarantee success, but...
He would give it his all.
His toes tapped the ground, and Li Che, wearing the Demon Ox mask, merged into the darkness, swift as a black dragon, quickly approaching the courtyard.
...
...
Master Xuan Li bathed in endless death qi and corpse qi, as countless death qi in a pale shade of black slowly surged and coiled like venomous snakes, entering his body and pores.
It tempered his internal organs, making his body even more robust and indestructible.
Once he captured the Temple God and completed the task, he could obtain the 'Death Qi Condensing Core Pill' from the sect's Six Divisions, and then fully advance his Enchanted Copper Corpse to the Half-step Incantation Silver Corpse level!
At that time, he would become a Seventh Stage Upper Rank Corpse God Envoy!
He would have even more power and resources at his disposal.
"I wonder how Xuan Jiu's injuries are healing. It's about time to prepare for the Temple God capture plan..."
"With one more Xuan Jiu, there would be one more Silver Gale Enchanted Copper Corpse, and the chances of success would naturally be greater."
Master Xuan Li's eyes opened and closed as he thought while swallowing the death qi.
After the old abbot's passing, the Heart Monkey Temple fell completely under his control.
(End of Chapter)
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