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Chapter 110 Slaying the Temple
The moonlight was dim and unclear, and the temple was shrouded in gloom.
A cold wind, carrying a somber atmosphere, swept through the empty and chilly hall.
Fang Hongxuan called out several times but received no response. Only then did he slowly walk toward the altar with his knife in hand.
As for his earlier shouting, it was merely a ruse to deceive Zhang Desheng. If Zhang Desheng were truly present, he would likely cause some confusion; if the place was empty, Fang Hongxuan would suffer no loss. At most, he would only have wasted some breath.
Looking up at the sinister and malevolent face of the Goddess of Fertility, Fang Hongxuan felt a strange sense of familiarity wash over him. However, while he was pondering, he inadvertently caught a faint, lingering scent of blood emanating from the images of the young boy and girl.
"Who goes there!"
'Clang'
Even without activating his talent, Fang Hongxuan's strength was several times greater than that of an ordinary person, and the Cuo Jin was also a rare and excellent weapon. With a single strike, the statue, which was made of clay and fired, was instantly cleaved in two.
One of the shriveled corpses suddenly fell out, and following the trail of blood, two more shriveled corpses could be seen placed behind the banner.
As if he had thought of a certain possibility, Fang Hongxuan walked over to the statue of the girl on the right.
After splitting open the statue, he unsurprisingly discovered the remains hidden inside.
"Damn it..."
Frustrated, Fang Hongxuan felt an uncontrollable rage about to erupt. He no longer cared about the familiar feeling. His whole body was enveloped in resentment and evil energy. As his body became emaciated, the magic sword that stirred the black mist crashed down.
The once silent temple suddenly came to life as the fluttering banners swept towards Fang Hongxuan, who was caught off guard, as if they were tentacles.
Even the goddess of fertility on the altar had changed, her illusory form, identical to the statue, had detached itself. The inconspicuous branch, carrying endless yin energy, stirred up the atmosphere here, making the already eerie hall even more ghostly and chilling.
Countless tadpole-like incantations emerged from the banner and rushed towards Fang Hongxuan, who was about to wield his sword to disfigure him, from all directions.
"How dare you!"
Fang Hongxuan, his body radiating bloodlust, brandished his sword and roared. The sword in his hand, clad in white smoke, burst forth with a dazzling crimson-gold light. The immovable wrathful king, with its ferocious expression, opened its massive head wide, swallowing the billowing swirling wind of yin energy.
Unseen by Fang Hongxuan, a look of greed and enjoyment appeared on the face of the Immovable Wrathful King...
"Buzz..."
Suddenly, the Goddess of Fertility appeared behind Fang Hongxuan, this time with an angry expression. The Goddess of Fertility, her body crimson, pointed her sword at Fang Hongxuan's crown.
"The Hell Crossing Tara Lock Seal Mantra!"
"The local goddess who grants children is actually connected to the Great Ruo Temple!"
This immediately brought Fang Hongxuan, who was still somewhat angry, to his senses, and he remembered the admonition of Venerable Daoyuan.
"We can't use the deity's mantra to deal with it...it should be incompatible at the same level...I don't know how this Immovable Wrathful King was formed...just in case, it's best not to use it for now..."
Thinking this, Fang Hongxuan withdrew all the resentful energy that had swept around him. The head of the Immovable Wrathful King naturally vanished without a trace, but as it disappeared, no one noticed the extreme anger and resentment on its face.
at the same time
Inside the dark room, Zhang Desheng clenched his fists tightly. At this moment, he dared not look outside. He could only roughly judge from the aura emanating from the temple that Fang Hongxuan outside was at a disadvantage, and even the overwhelming resentment aura from before had completely dissipated.
"Good! It would be best to take them down in one fell swoop! To eliminate this thorn in my side..."
Unfortunately, Zhang Desheng, who had been fleeing through the night, quickly treated his wounds and traveled thirty miles to Wugu Town. Just as he was about to lie in ambush, he accidentally fell into the river. After struggling several times, he climbed out of the river and onto the secret passage at the bottom of the temple.
He followed the secret passage to the altar of the Goddess of Fertility, and the cramped, dark room provided him with a good place to rest. However, before he could go out to find food, Fang Hongxuan arrived with a knife. How could he possibly escape now?
"If I reveal even the slightest hint of my aura, that sharp-eyed demon-slaying captain will detect it... Damn it... of all times..."
Zhang Desheng cursed inwardly, yet dared not move an inch.
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"We absolutely cannot be selected!"
Fang Hongxuan was doing his best to dodge and weave, but no matter how fast he was, those slender fingers were getting closer and closer to him.
Even cutting down beams and pillars to obstruct the process was to no avail.
"Is there truly no escape... no way to avoid it..."
His thoughts raced, and memories surged through his mind. Suddenly, Fang Hongxuan remembered the Soul-Capturing Bell of the sorcerer in Qingfeng Temple.
"That's it! To shoot a man, shoot his horse first; to capture a thief, capture his king first!"
The Goddess of Fertility is a sculpture and cannot move. Even if she could detach herself from the statue, she would only be a phantom. This is naturally incomparable to an enemy who can move freely.
Thinking of this, Fang Hongxuan exerted all his strength to activate his innate ability. That cold and violent aura reappeared, and Fang Hongxuan, pale and bloodless, no longer possessed any human scent... Anyone who saw him would only conclude that this monstrous creature was the legendary living corpse!
"Flip the Iron Shirt!"
Fang Hongxuan drew upon his vital energy, concentrating it all on the clasp of his right hand.
In just a few turns, he was already standing in front of the statue. The alluring illusory figure of the goddess, hidden in the shadows, could no longer maintain her previous composure. She let out a sharp roar, and her dark hands bared their fangs and claws as she attacked Fang Hongxuan.
"boom!"
A tremendous roar resounded through the sky, the violent tremors stirred up towering dust, and indescribable shockwaves spread in all directions from the Niangniang Temple.
The already precarious beams and pillars inside the temple were now severed along with the statue of the goddess by Fang Hongxuan's blade. With such force, even the Cuo Jin, a weapon of the highest level, suffered a nick the size of a thumb. Fang Hongxuan's right hand, which held the blade, was completely numb, as if it had been severed.
His once rosy face was now skin and bones; a single blow had consumed eight or nine tenths of his vital energy. If he didn't receive replenishment soon, he probably wouldn't live much longer.
above the ruins
The shattered statue of the goddess is no longer what it once was, and the deity floating above it stares with resentment at the perpetrators of the temple's destruction.
Without his foundation, the bizarre "Prison Crossing Doro Locking Seal Curse" could no longer be used. A crisis was averted by an even greater hardship, but Fang Hongxuan, weak and powerless, paid no attention. He stared intently at the Goddess of Fertility, as if she were a delicacy.
Upon seeing this, the Goddess of Fertility regained some of her senses and retreated repeatedly until she had nowhere left to go...
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As a heart-wrenching scream echoed through the sky, the Goddess of Fertility, now only a small part of her body, weakly pounded on the slowly recovering Fang Hongxuan, her struggling appearance resembling that of a virtuous young girl being abused.
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