Shocked

ckered within.Luohu's brows furrowed in anger, "In thousands of years, this star king has never crossed the Thunder Tribulation before!"Heaven... Thunder tribulation!Jiang Qiyun enveloped all of us wi...My heart skipped a beat. I turned to look at the monk standing beside Huqing. His expression was strange, his body trembling uncontrollably, like he was having a seizure.

I scrambled back two steps, standing farther away before I saw a patch of black mist appear in the darkness behind us. Several ghastly white arms emerged from within, already stabbing into the back of that monk!

His heart was ripped out! The great monk didn't even have time to scream before these hands from the corpse mire pulled his entrails and intestines out.

At this point, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His intestines had been ripped out, causing him to tremble violently, his eyes slowly rolling back as his entire body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

The whole process didn't exceed ten seconds. We were all focused on the hut and didn't notice that evil energy was leaking out from his shadow!

Only the shadow remained untouched by the golden light.

I quickly raised my right hand, using my index finger to pinch the air while my middle and ring fingers were arched and my pinky and little finger pressed down on my index finger. This is one of the Divine Thunder Techniques within the Shenxiao Five Thunders Secret.

But those things in the corpse swamp are just flesh-eating zombies. Striking them with the Thunderclap Technique would only result in more pieces of rotting flesh. The monk couldn't be saved.

"Why isn't he reacting at all" I asked anxiously. "Even if it came suddenly, at least some sort of resistance or a cry for help"

Master Huiqing shook his head, his face grave: "Little Junior Uncle is not a monk, he's a lay disciple. He mainly manages the temple. To make things easier and gain the respect of others, we had him venerate a senior master to raise his status."

So that's it... No wonder he was so smooth talking when he tricked my brother, I guess he is an executive after all.

Jiang Qiyun was now fully focused on dealing with whatever was inside the hut. I and Master Huiching retreated behind the bamboo gate. The clump of corpse mire had been scattered by the divine thunder technique, and we didn't know when it might reappear.

“The appearance of this corpse marsh means that the people from the Situ family are here again…” I said to Master Huising: “You have to be careful, this thing is not powerful, but it is very deadly to ordinary people without cultivation… If you don’t have some cultivation, you will be caught, killed after being caught, and then dragged away.”

Master Huqing frowned and said, "What is the Situ family planning to do"

The Si Tu family are the puppet masters behind the zombie cultivators, Si Tu Lin's soul is a heretic who defected from the Miao King City. He built a village of zombie cultivators with his followers. After his death, his ghost has been wandering the world for half a century, still controlling the zombie cultivators and laying plans for his path to become an immortal cultivator through corpse refinement.

“Now, it is estimated that with the help of the old man Situ, this circle will be overturned. If all the righteous people in the circle die, no one will be able to create another seal-evil formation to counter him. He hopes that human beings are filled with violence everywhere.”

Master Huisqing clutched the rosary beads in his hand, their clicking sound a testament to his mounting anger.

Suddenly, the sound of chains rang out in the courtyard. I turned around and saw Bai Wu Chang's two long sleeves dragging a chain behind him. Hei Wu Chang had already wrapped the chain around Elder Yuan Hui's soul, ready to take him away.

Jiang Qiyun's sword strike was powerful enough to destroy both the body and soul. Venerable Yuanhui, despite having only slightly achieved enlightenment in Buddhism, was so dedicated to self-sacrifice that he could not simply be allowed to meet such a tragic end. Therefore, the old monk decided to first capture his living soul.

I couldn't bear it, just as I was about to speak, my brother's voice rang out: "Wait a moment! Wait a moment! Eight Master, please don't be hasty!"

He took the copper amulet off his neck and said, "This thing is very effective at warding off evil. The old monk treated himself as the center of a formation, sitting on a meditation cushion. What a commendable spirit! We can't let a good man sacrifice himself in vain, that would just allow that old rascal Si Tu and his gang to succeed! I wouldn't want to see him happy!"

"Nephew, when I knock the old monk down, put this copper amulet on his meditation cushion for a moment. You get things done in that instant, alright Be careful not to smash my copper amulet, it has to be passed down to our Mu family's eldest son and grandson... that's your son!" My brother said with a smirk to Jiang Qiyun.

Bai Wuchang was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly covered her mouth and laughed: “Oh my oh my, the son of the Emperor~~ I really want to see him~~”

Jiang Qiyun coldly said, "…No need to trouble yourself, he has."

"Well, you can't just break it either! Aim properly, okay!" My brother tossed his backpack out.

He walked to one side of the stone room, rubbing his fists and preparing for a dazzling display of movement.

I watched with bated breath, secretly pinching a charm. I thought to myself, if Jiang Qiyun and my brother make a mistake, how can I somehow steady that cushion and give them a chance to make amends

Actually, with Seven Lords and Eight Lords around, I don't have to worry about anything. Even if I run faster, I don't think I could be quicker than them. Besides, Shen Tu Yu Lei, the incarnations of the two Eastern Ghost Emperors, are watching Jiang Qiyun's back as well.

When Jiang Qiyun was around, he would basically keep me from facing danger directly.

I don't know if this is good or bad.

The cultivation of the Dao requires "stillness," but dispelling calamities and difficulties, accumulating virtue and doing good require "action."

My brother's countdown echoed, rushing towards Master Yuanhui like a bolt of lightning!

Hu Qing suddenly tightened the rosary beads in his hand, and with a shout of Buddha's name, the true words on his rosary beads burst forth with light. The gradually dimming golden light flared brightly again like daylight.

I'm a bit surprised, this Buddhist oddball is actually quite talented!

It's no wonder that Elder Yuan Hui valued him so highly; he truly should have become a monk. Perhaps he would be the next great master to achieve enlightenment

My brother pounced on Venerable Yuanhui in that instant!

He lifted him from the wooden bed, rolling down at the same time, leaving his copper talisman on that tattered cushion. His movements were standard, his posture was cool!

"Damn it! Hù Qīng, you bald donkey! I'm not wearing sunglasses! Why are you dodging If you blind me, how am I supposed to handle this—"

As my brother's scolding continued, a gigantic gray-white hand suddenly shot out from beneath the couch!

The giant's strength was too great, even shattering the ceiling of the stone chamber. The cement jammed for a moment. In this blink of an eye, the two Black and White Untimely Demons launched their chains, and several more chains flew from the Ghost Gate, ensnaring that swollen, pus-filled giant hand!

The cloud-embroidered robes of Jiang Qiyun fluttered as he danced, his translucent long sword glinting. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the copper talisman rolling off his hand, not even glancing back as it landed precisely at my feet.

I hurried to pick it up. This is an important tool that protects my older brother's courage and boldness, I can't lose it.

My brother rushed out carrying Elder Yuanhui, who was so thin he looked like a skeleton.

Huiqing hurriedly caught it, escaping the range of the golden light. Only then did I see that the old monk was actually —

"Ahhhh!" I covered my eyes!

This old monk is a scoundrel!

Although he sat cross-legged like a corpse, his robes and clothes were gone! He was completely naked!

My brother laughed twice: “This old monk, he’s planning to offer himself as food for the demon, afraid the corpse demon won't taste good He’s even gotten rid of everything extra on him!”

Hu Qing angrily said, "Don't talk nonsense, this is casting a spell—"om afar with cold eyesIsn't Mu Wanchen his disciple Wasn't he trying to secure the foundation of Mu Wanchen's DaoWhy am I now looking coldly at this once idyllic paradise, its walls crumbling, ghostly...