Surrounded by the pale candlelight, Zhang Yao knelt on the ground and muttered something. If one listened carefully, it sounded like he was in a trance, unconsciously muttering to himself.
Zhang Yao was worshipping a stone statue with a blurry face. From its appearance, it was a female, but it could not be considered human because there were dense tree roots carved at the foot of the statue.
As Zhang Yao's chanting became faster and faster, the candlelight in the room began to flicker.
"Whoosh!"
A gust of wind blew.
"It's you?" A cold female voice sounded.
However, immediately afterward, that female voice became furious. Wailing sounds could be heard from the side of her ears.
"What happened here?
Why are my people crying? "
Zhang Yao raised his head, dark green liquid seeping out of his seven orifices, and his voice became extremely miserable.
He pointed outside the ancestral hall and said with grief and indignation, "Today, a stranger barged in from outside. The elders were kind and brought him to pay respects to you, but he suddenly attacked at the entrance of the ancestral hall and killed everyone."
"That person relied on his unparalleled Yang cultivation, and the people could not stop him at all.
In the end, the elders and the seniors fought to the death and drove that person into the village. But now, that person has not only not left, but is also slaughtering the villagers.
I hope you can kill this person and avenge our people! "
A pale green wind blew out of the stone statue, rushed out of the ancestral hall, blew through the mountain path, swept past the village, and finally returned to the stone statue.
"Crack!"
There was a cracking sound.
On the stone statue, dense cracks appeared in an instant, and fine stone powder drifted in the air.
Zhang Yao saw this scene, and his eyes flashed with uncontrollable joy. Then, he kowtowed to the ground, burying his entire face in the ground.
"Lord Mu Yue, you must avenge our people!"
"Avenge …"
Pale green light flowed out of the cracks of the stone statue, and condensed into a human figure in front of the stone statue. She was the "Mu Yue" that Zhang Yao spoke of.
Mu Yue flew out and came to the entrance of the ancestral hall. There were half-human, half-demon corpses lying there. Their upper bodies were humans, and their lower bodies were trees.
These were the villagers of Changle Village, and they often came to the ancestral hall to pay respects to her.
But now, all of them were dead.
"Clansmen …" Mu Yue's face was filled with sorrow. Suddenly, a loud noise pulled her back to reality.
She raised her head and saw another pillar of fire rising from Changle Village. She could even hear the pained cries of the villagers.
Mu Yue's eyes turned ferocious. "Intruders, you deserve to die!"
With a flash of green light, she returned to the ancestral hall. She looked at Zhang Yao, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "Look after the ancestral hall. I will go and kill that person."
Without giving Zhang Yao a chance to speak, she rushed out.
After a while, Zhang Yao raised his head with a strange smile on his face.
He stood up and walked to the door. He looked in the direction of Changle Village and muttered to himself, unable to suppress the joy in his voice.
"Zhou Fu … Mu Yue … Go ahead and kill each other. In the end, I'll send you both to hell!"
Then, he got up and walked to the front of the altar. With a wave of his hand, he swept away the messy things on the table, leaving only the cracked stone statue.
He walked to the side of the statue and sat down side by side.
Looking at the distant sky and feeling the boiling night sky, Zhang Yao sighed. "It's true that the higher you stand, the further you can see. In the future … this place will be mine. I will also have many people. When the time comes, I will build a huge altar and accept the worship of tens of thousands of people!"
…
"Go to hell!"
Zhou Fu flashed and caught up with a Treant that was running away. He punched the Treant's body. His inner strength exploded, and another torch appeared in Changle Village.
After dealing with the Treant in front of him, Zhou Fu turned around and looked around. Of the dozen or so Treants that had surrounded him, two were still alive.
Zhou Fu absorbed the cool energy. His heart thumped, and waves of hot blood rushed through his body.
At this moment, he was in a very good state.
"Alright, it's enough to increase the power of the Wisdom King Scripture."
Zhou Fu did not chase after the two Treants that were running away. Instead, he sat down cross-legged. After the previous round of killing, he had used up a lot of his inner strength.
Although his recovery speed was fast, it was not as fast as meditating.
"Zhang Yao …" Zhou Fu looked in the direction of the village and said calmly, "I'll go find you later!
The matter between us has dragged on for too long. "
Wisdom King Scripture, increase!
Boom!
Zhou Fu's mind suddenly shook, and the blood in his body boiled.
With him as the center, a wave of hot inner strength was released.
At this moment, the darkness around Zhou Fu was completely dispelled.
The Acalanatha Dharma stood in his mind. The monastic robe that was made of demonic fog kept floating, and the fire lotus under its feet kept rotating.
The white round wheel behind the Dharma Idol's head also started to rotate, and on the round wheel, there were some patterns that looked like symbols and words.
The Great Inner Strength in Zhou Fu's meridians was constantly being extracted by the Dharma Idol. In his mind, the Great Inner Strength turned into starlight, and slowly merged into the golden chain in the Dharma Idol's left hand.
The Great Inner Strength of the Great Sun True Qi disappeared, and Zhou Fu's body was empty except for his blood.
The Dharma Idol in his mind slowly emitted a gentle white light. The lines of its body and the contours of its face became clearer under the white light.
Zhou Fu's expression was calm. He quietly waited for the next change. Now that he had spent so much effort, he did not believe that the Wisdom King Scripture would only change so little.
At this moment, the Dharma Idol suddenly shouted, as if it had been enlightened.
All the techniques that Zhou Fu had seen and practiced appeared in his mind. At the same time, it was accompanied by the memories of his training and battles.
This information was like a flood, constantly washing Zhou Fu's mind.
At this moment, Zhou Fu felt that the world was spinning. His brain felt like it had been put into a blender, and it was constantly being churned.
"Ah … Okay …" He wanted to say something, but once he opened his mouth, it was as if he had lost the ability to speak.
In the next moment, an extremely strong sense of dizziness suddenly rushed out. With a bang, Zhou Fu fell to the ground, his body constantly twitching.
I really want to die …
Zhou Fu thought.
Just as Zhou Fu was about to be tortured to the point of insanity by this feeling, a cool energy flowed out from between his eyebrows. The dizziness instantly disappeared, and Zhou Fu was able to breathe.
"Aba …" Zhou Fu quickly shut his mouth.