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Chapter 466: Malevolent Qi Overflowing, Cutting Down the Withered God
Chapter 466: Malevolent Qi Overflowing, Cutting Down the Withered God
At this moment, the Yin Wind sweeping through the town suddenly dissipated, and the bustling human energy surged instantly, as if the eerie atmosphere maintained by the continuous worship of the Grass Head Eight Decay Gods had been completely washed away by the sudden joy of the town's residents.
In this town, the legend of the stone horse has been passed down for a long time. People have been burning incense and making offerings day and night. However, over the past few decades, although many people have worshiped, no one has ever seen the stone horse come to life.
Just like in Hu Ma’s previous life, it was once said that as long as a few stones were stacked together, with incense and offerings placed beside them, and one waited for some time, naturally, people would come to worship, even burning incense, making offerings, and praying...
They didn’t know what it was or what the worship was for, but they would follow along.
Creating a deity is just that easy.
But while this sounds absurd, when you think about it, apart from worshiping these intangible and elusive gods, what other methods do they have?
And now, the legend they have heard for decades has suddenly come true, as if the world has finally responded, and decades of worship have yielded a result.
The people believe in a general riding the stone horse, who slays the Plague Spirits on their behalf. They have believed this for so long that, at this moment, a real general has indeed appeared to slay the Plague Spirits.
"Yes, so this is the way to make the stone horse come to life..."
Feeling the changes in the town, even Hu Ma took a deep breath, as if suddenly understanding a lot.
Everything is like a circle, a circle drawn by that "Young Master" for over sixty years.
When he slew the Plague Spirit, he sensed the "echo" of the town and also vaguely felt the changes in the Great Heavenly General Seal he was cultivating.
It seems that the countless years of worship by the townspeople to the stone horse, at this moment, those unfulfilled prayers and incense, have found a place to land, subtly blessing him in a mysterious way.
"So..."
He couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in his heart: "This is the true thing that remained in the town, the thing that Da Hong Pao insisted I must obtain?"
"Only by awakening the stone horse can one obtain it, because this thing does not exist in reality."
"..."
Not existing in reality means it cannot be found or directly picked up by anyone.
Now, he has obtained it in another way and can feel that it is something very important.
However, there is no time to examine it in detail right now.
After slaying this Grass Head Decay God, Hu Ma has no time to think about other things. He can already vaguely see that the other seven Grass Head Decay Gods above the Stone Horse Town have been shaken and have clearly sensed the changes here.
The towering figures, almost blending into the night sky, surrounding the Stone Horse Town like giants, with their feet on the ground, have slowly raised their heads to look at him.
How many people can directly withstand the gaze of the Altar Deities?
Especially when seven Grass Head Decay Gods, filled with shock, doubt, and even hostility, all focus their gazes on one person?
At this moment, even Little Red Tang was startled, watching the fire in the fire basin as if it were being blown by seven winds from different directions, trembling and flickering, nearly extinguishing. She even raised her basket in joy.
Unfortunately, the fire basin remained on the verge of going out but never truly extinguished.
"Who dares to offend the deities?"
At the same time, the seven other Grass Head Decay Gods, feeling the change in one direction, found it hard to believe:
How could one of their own members be killed in an instant, without even a chance to resist?
But the fact was undeniable, and they could not afford to ignore it. They immediately redirected their attention, no longer bowing to the Stone Horse Town, but turning their bodies to look at the missing Altar Deity.
"Those who disrespect the deities will destroy their blessings and ruin their fate!"
A dark and oppressive voice sounded. The seven servants or maids holding the plaques simultaneously shouted in low voices, biting their tongues.
A gush of fresh blood spurted onto the plaques in their hands.
Instantly, thick Yin clouds gathered, more intense than when they had been worshiping the Stone Horse Town. From a distance, seven towering figures looked towards Hu Ma, raising their massive arms into the air, each holding their respective Dharmic Tools.
There were black gourds, white banners, rusted iron hooks, tattered fishing nets, and various bent snake teeth, all bizarre and strange...
These things seemed real yet illusory, swaying in the night sky, instantly causing a thick Dark Qi to press down upon Hu Ma.
Crackling...
Just these things or the weight of the Altar Deity could make a person's soul scatter, and even a Year-End Guardian would be pressed to the point where their divine soul would dim, and their body would wither and fall apart instantly.
But Hu Ma had condensed the Great Heavenly General Bodhimanda, standing firm and unmoving in the chaotic Yin Wind. He looked at the seven figures casting spells towards him, and a rare, unusually arrogant and cold expression flashed across his face:
"To diminish my blessings and ruin my fate?"
"Just because... you're mere Case Gods like you?"
"..."
Amidst the cold and stern shouts, the knife in his hand suddenly rose.
The seven Case Gods were too far away, and the Year-End Guardian's arms were too short, so he could only be suppressed by them here.
But Hu Ma let out a deep and stern shout, raising the evil saber. With three pillars of cultivation, his divine soul swirling unrestrained, he took a deep breath and forcefully blew it towards the black bone on the knife handle.
This breath was different from usual. Normally, one breath is the vital energy of the living, and with the cultivation of skills, it becomes a breath of fate. But this time, Hu Ma, with his Dharmakaya, exhaled a gust of wind, which was equivalent to a breath of soul energy, blowing it onto the black bone.
In an instant, the black bone suddenly erupted with a surging, terrifying malevolent qi, and amidst it, there seemed to be faint traces of malicious, cold laughter.
Instead of staying here and allowing the seven Withered Gods to suppress him with their spiritual power, the malevolent qi surged and swirled, directly dispersing the spiritual power of the seven Withered Gods. The malevolent qi, with the divine soul's blowing, rolled back towards Hu Ma.
"You are the Grass Head Eight Decay God of the Meng Clan, and here we also have the Five Sins God of the Hu Clan for evil suppression. If we were to truly compare, who would be better than whom?"
"..."
As they clashed, the wind in the air seemed to shatter and become chaotic, blowing wildly in all directions, like squeezed clouds.
The seven towering figures, like gods, looked down upon the small Stone Horse Town's seven Withered Gods. Their massive figures seemed to tremble under the impact of the malevolent qi, as if they were about to lose their footing and fall.
"After all, the Five Sins Demon is already dead. If it were alive, the Grass Head Eight Decay God would not just stumble and fall."
Hu Ma was a descendant of the Hu Clan for evil suppression, but he had no teacher, and his understanding of Guardian Deities, Blessings and Fate, and such matters was actually not deep. Even he himself didn't realize that he had gained this opportunity to understand it by borrowing from the One Coin Sect, a rebellious sect.
No wonder the Five Sins God was so arrogant at first, thinking it still had a chance to survive.
In fact, it probably didn't know that Hu Ma was determined to kill it, and indeed didn't understand its importance...
"But it doesn't matter, I'll do it myself..."
Some absurd and bizarre thoughts flashed through Hu Ma's mind, but he merely gave a cold laugh, then spurred his horse and charged forward, his eyes already showing a sinister and fierce look.
The divine soul emerged from the seven apertures, gathering at the top of his head, carrying with it the worship of the town's people over the years, and the arrogance of the Great Heavenly General. From afar, he brandished his knife towards the direction of the seven Withered Gods.
After slashing one god's seat, he felt as if something inside him had been stirred, and his divine soul seemed to grow stronger, making him even more excited, his blood boiling.
The Ma Ye under him also seemed to sense this, becoming even more spirited, and immediately charged towards the second god's seat.
"How bold..."
There were people guarding that area as well, and they even sensed the anomaly, but before they could scold him, they saw the dark shadow rushing wildly towards them.
With one slash of the knife, both the person and the plaque were cut into two.
The guardians of the plaques were either maids or servants, but they were all highly skilled. Moreover, they were backed by the power of the gods, making them even more formidable. Even when fighting with the skilled people of the town, they could hold their own for a long time, possibly even winning.
But when the Year-End Guardian got close, holding the evil saber, he didn't care about their skills. With one swing of his knife, they lost their lives.
"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"
Hu Ma rode his spirited horse, charging faster and faster. Every time he rushed towards a shadow, a wave of decayed energy fell upon him.
Endless suffering accompanied him as he approached the god's seat, tormenting him over and over. It could be said that every time Hu Ma killed a Withered God, it was a process of enduring torment for him, but it only made him more excited.
He became even more eager, almost as if he wasn't running on the ground but flying with all four hooves off the ground, and in his dazed state, he truly had a mysterious air about him.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Hu Ma roamed outside the town, brandishing his large knife, his divine soul brimming with power, and his aura was awe-inspiring.
The surrounding malevolent qi gathered and grew, like a black whirlwind, and even Ma Ye's speed seemed to surpass reason. In the blink of an eye, he had already charged towards four or five ghost altars.
The Year-End Guardian had short arms, but his horse was fast. The Meng Clan servants holding the plaques were momentarily overwhelmed, and before they could understand what was happening, they saw the terrifying and sinister blade approaching.
In the next moment, heads rolled, plaques shattered, and the gods who had received years of worship died as easily as filthy, vengeful ghosts.
(End of Chapter)
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