Chapter 232 The Evil God Descends After the scarlet light flashed, the head of the abbot of Shouyang Temple fell to the ground with a thud. Jiang Lin did not make any other movements, just looked at the head on the ground quietly. What flowed from the headless body and neck of the abbot of Shouyang Temple was not blood, but a strange and sticky gray gas. "Why is the Taoist priest so angry?" The abbot of Shouyang Temple lay on the ground with his head sideways, his eyes looking towards Jiang Lin as much as possible, with a strange smile still on the corner of his mouth. "Although I know it's impossible, I still have to ask a question under the order of the abbot." The head of the abbot of Shouyang Temple asked: "Master, are you really ready to fight to the death? The things in this land are not as simple as what you have seen..." 'boom! ’ The white-hot thunder exploded, completely shattering the head of the abbot of Shouyang Temple, as well as the headless body that was still standing there. Along with the strange gray energy, it was annihilated into meaningless powder.
This is also Jiang Lin’s answer. Fuck you, it’s a fight to the death, no matter whether you have support behind you or not. If I, the Taoist priest, see this, you will be dead. There is no other possibility! Jiang Lin killed the abbot of Shouyang Temple without any fluctuation in his expression. He walked into Shouyang Temple without hesitation. Shouyang Temple is very large. After entering the gate, a huge square appeared in front of Jiang Lin. The square was filled with cultivators. Each of them was dressed in a Taoist hat and monk's robe, and each of them had a strange smile on his face. Jiang Lin didn't care about the thousands of evil cultivators, but raised his head to look up at the main hall of Shouyang Temple. On top of the gorgeous gilded eaves stood a short figure. This is a child who is not like a child. The figure was only four feet tall, with a fat face and body, big thick ears, and looked like a lucky doll. He was wearing a gorgeous brown monk's robe and his head was bald. He looks like a little kid, but his eyes are filled with a sense of vicissitudes. If you only look at his eyes, he is clearly an old man, and an old man with extremely rich experience. It's weird, but there are really a lot of weird things in this world. "Come on, kill him." The fat monk spoke with a smile, with his hands folded in his sleeves, like a little old man. "Since you call him an evil cultivator, then kill him." "Here are three thousand disciples of Shouyang Temple, you can kill them at will." After saying this, the chubby monk still had a smiling look on his face as he stood on the eaves, overlooking Jiang Lin and the entire Shouyang Temple.
Jiang Lin didn't say anything, but his figure suddenly grew larger! 'laugh! ’ A black and white sword light rose up, but it did not fall on the crowd of evil cultivators, but went straight to the fat monk! This sword light was emitted by Jiang Lin using the Corpse Dog Flying Sword. Pure Yang True Method, Tiandun Sword Technique! 'boom! ’ The sword light flashed in the air, and suddenly expanded. In an instant, it was like a sun in the sky! The ultimate pure Yang sword energy was like a second sun. Then, he chopped it down with a loud bang! 'Om...' For a moment, heaven and earth were silent. Jiang Lin's figure reappeared, but he fell to the ground. It's not that he didn't want to stand in the main hall of Shouyang Temple, but that the main hall had been destroyed to pieces by Jiang Lin's Pure Yang Tiandun sword light! Amidst the ruins, Jiang Lin frowned. The sword just now should not have had such a diffused power, but should have concentrated all the power at one point. But when it hit the real target, it caused damage that looked powerful but was actually extremely scattered. Jiang Lin clearly felt that when he swung his sword, it was forcibly broken by an inexplicable powerful force. The destruction of the main hall of Shouyang Temple was just the aftermath of this sword. The real, concentrated power had disappeared. Jiang Lin was very sure that it was the trick of that strange little monk. Jiang Lin looked around, searching for any clues with his spiritual sense, but he could not find any trace of the strange little monk. "You, the Black Law Division, are still so unreasonable. You kill people when you disagree with something." However, just when Jiang Lin had gained nothing, the voice of the strange little monk sounded in the void. The voice was slow and leisurely, neither hurried nor slow, and even had a hint of teasing. "The old one was like this, and now after a lot of effort a younger one is born, it's still like this." "Boy, the abbot didn't lie to you. The water in this land is deeper than you see." "When you need to make a decision, make it. Don't make mistakes." As the last eight words fell, the figure of the strange little monk slowly disappeared, and no matter how hard Jiang Lin searched, he could not find any trace of him. Jiang Lin lowered his eyes, his mind racing. It was obvious that the strength of this strange little monk far exceeded his own, and even the image that appeared before his eyes might not be his true self. Is it a warning? Jiang Lin didn't think that this weird little monk was a friendly force. Rather than a warning, it was more like... venting his anger? In short, it is definitely not a good intention.
As for his specific identity, Jiang Lin really had no guess for the time being. Not to mention that the image that appeared before him was probably not real, Jiang Lin just couldn't see through the methods used by the strange little monk at all. However, since the strange little monk mentioned the Black Law Division just now, perhaps we can go ask Wei Fazu. But it is also possible that this is just a smoke bomb released by the other party. Jiang Lin didn’t think so much for the time being, but looked at the three thousand evil cultivators still standing in the square. There are more than three thousand evil cultivators here, and even though some of them have died in the aftermath of Jiang Lin's sword, there are still several thousand left. But what’s interesting is that these thousands of evil cultivators didn’t make any movement at all. They just stared at Jiang Lin quietly with weird smiles on their faces. Jiang Lin frowned, raised his hand, and the Corpse Dog Flying Sword in his hand suddenly shot out a black and white sword light. Under the control of the Tiandun Sword Technique, the sword light crisscrossed across the square. Every flash can take away the heads of several evil cultivators. For a moment, the entire square was filled with heads rolling around with strange smiles on them. But even in such a bloody scene, where it is very likely that they will be the next to be attacked, these evil cultivators still did not make any unnecessary moves. Is this a case of being lost in mind? Jiang Lin watched carefully, and the corpse dog's flying sword showed no sign of stopping. As for evil cultivators, only the dead ones are good evil cultivators, all other states are nonsense. Soon, Jiang Lin discovered a clue. These evil cultivators seemed to be left with only a shell called "human". Something inside has disappeared. "Soul...true qi...Taoism..." A purple-gold light flashed in Jiang Lin's eyes, and he saw something under the Purple Star Dharma Eye. Only a shell was left of these evil cultivators from Shouyang Temple; part of their souls, as well as most of their Taoism and true Qi, mysteriously disappeared. All that is left here is a broken shell. Who took away the souls and true Qi of these evil practitioners? Jiang Lin looked up at the hall which had turned into ruins. Inside the hall, only one thing was intact. It was a statue of a god, wearing a monk's robe and made entirely of gold. It should be the Liuhe Bodhisattva worshipped by the evil cultivators headed by Shouyang Temple. It is similar to the golden body of Sanmao Zhenjun, except that one is wearing Taoist robes and the other is wearing monk robes. In addition, the top of this golden statue has three wooden arms. The only difference is that the three hands on the neck of Sanmao Zhenjun’s golden body have the middle hand making a finger, and the hands on both sides are joined in the Amitabha fundamental seal. The three arms of Liuhe Bodhisattva have the Buddhist fearlessness seal in the middle, and the hands on both sides form the Taoist golden light seal. Very good, it seems that these two “great gods” can’t sit still anymore. Jiang Lin looked at the golden body of Liuhe Bodhisattva, and the sword light of the Zhenwu sword in his hand surged, and he slashed directly at the golden body.
Suddenly, the golden body was cut into two halves, and a strange and sticky gray energy that Jiang Lin was very familiar with emerged from it. 'Om! ' The demonic energy of Feng Lixiao extended from the hem of Jiang Lin's Taoist robe, and as usual, it turned into a magic net and wrapped around the ball of gray energy. However, the magic net, which had never gone wrong before, was not so reliable this time. This ball of gray qi rushed around in the magic net. If Feng Lixiao hadn't noticed something was wrong and appeared in time to capture it, this ball of gray qi would have probably escaped. "Master, there's something wrong with this ball of gray qi. It seems to contain..." Feng Lixiao held the ball of gray energy tightly in both hands and walked in front of Jiang Lin. Jiang Lin's eyes fell on Feng Lixiao's hand and frowned. It was because at this moment Feng Lixiao's pair of ghost claws were smoking, which was a reaction to being eroded by the pure power of righteousness. In other words, the ball of gray energy within the golden body of Liuhe Bodhisattva in Shouyang Temple carries the absolute power of righteousness! This is unusual. Because Jiang Lin can be sure that the evil practice places in this small Leiyin country either believe in the True Lord Sanmao who is the manifestation of the so-called three treasures of essence, energy and spirit, or believe in the Bodhisattva Liuhe who is the manifestation of the six senses of the human body. They all think they have mastered the essence of both Buddhism and Taoism, but in fact they have fallen into absolute evil ways. How could the god worshipped by such a practitioner have even the slightest bit of positive energy? But the facts are right in front of Jiang Lin. Within this group of gray energy, which is theoretically most closely related to Liuhe Bodhisattva, there is a righteous power that can cause Feng Lixiao, the Six-Hole Great Demon, to suffer a backlash! and many more…… Jiang Lin's eyes, which were shining with purple-gold divine light, fell on the gray Qi. Suddenly he discovered something and slashed down with the Zhenwu sword in his hand. The ball of gray energy, along with several of Feng Lixiao's ghost claws and nails, was cut into two pieces. "This is……" Feng Lixiao couldn't help but widen his eyes. I saw a red-gold light slowly emerging from the gray energy. The luster is like sand and silk, like light and water. As soon as it appeared in Feng Lixiao's hand, it was like a flame falling on the snow, burning Feng Lixiao's ghost claws madly, showing an attitude that good and evil absolutely cannot coexist. "Merit Qi." Jiang Lin frowned. "The merits and virtues of Buddhism..." That’s right, this ball of true Qi that is like sand, silk, water and light, is the unique merit Qi of Buddhism. Only the authentic Lingshan Buddhism can cultivate such mysterious merit Qi! "Master, I'm afraid that this has something to do with those bald guys." Feng Lixiao raised his head and looked towards the extreme west of Xiniu Hezhou. This group of merit Qi could definitely not be cultivated by the two evil gods Liuhe Bodhisattva and Sanmao Zhenjun, let alone by the evil cultivators of the Little Leiyin Kingdom who had completely embarked on the evil path. Then there is only one possibility, that many things in this land, or the secrets hidden deep in this small Leiyin Kingdom, definitely have something to do with Lingshan.
Things have gone horribly wrong. Feng Lixiao was shocked. Even though he looked down on Buddhism and often called it a bald man, he was shocked. But Feng Lixiao was also very clear that the Buddhist sect today was definitely capable of competing with the Taoist sect, and was even more independent than the Taoist sect. Especially after the journey to the West, even the Taoist sect's base in Southern Continent had been infiltrated by the Buddhist sect. If Lingshan is really involved, even if it is most likely just a faction represented by a certain Buddha or Bodhisattva within Lingshan, or even if this faction is just making a casual move here. Even with so many evens, it was no longer something that Jiang Lin, a little kid who had just entered the path of immortality, could withstand. Feng Lixiao stared at the ball of merit energy in his hand, and felt that the situation, which had been easy to handle, suddenly became extremely serious. 'laugh……' However, the next moment, a dark evil aura flashed before Feng Lixiao's eyes. The origin of black law is evil spirit. This evil energy continuously fell on the merit Qi, like a sharp knife dismembering a giant bull, devouring the merit Qi bit by bit. Yes, the status of this merit Qi is very high, and it can only be cultivated in the Lingshan ancestral temple of Buddhism. However, the status of the original evil spirit of the black law is not inferior to this merit Qi, and it is even lower than it. Feng Lixiao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly met the Master's eyes that were shining with purple-gold divine light. The cold and indifferent eyes did not change in the slightest because of what the merit Qi represented. "Slay all evil you encounter, that's all." Jiang Lin said lightly. Feng Lixiao was stunned at first, then he nodded solemnly and said, "I am willing to die for the master!" "Brother Tao!" At this moment, Miaoqing's voice was heard outside Shouyang Temple, followed by an illusory young man in a lotus-root robe, who was the Dharma image of Nezha the Third Prince. In the hands of the Third Prince, he was playing with a ball of merit Qi. The merit Qi was wrapped in a ball of blood-red flame, which was getting smaller and weaker, and would soon be burned out. "Well said, Jiang boy." The Third Prince grinned at Jiang Lin and felt that this doll was becoming more and more to his liking. Jiang Lin was about to step forward to pay his respects, but the Third Prince raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Let's get down to business first, and stop the formalities." Jiang Lin nodded when he heard this, as if he sensed something, and looked up. I saw six-hole demons spreading their wings and coming in front of Jiang Lin. In the hands of each demon, there was a ball of gray qi, large or small. "We are waiting for the decree!" The six great demons knelt in front of Jiang Lin and offered the ashes in their hands to him. "Ah." Jiang Lin nodded and was about to take the gray qi when the third prince beside him suddenly raised his hand and took all the gray qi in his hand.
The Third Prince studied it and said with a click of the tongue, "Interesting! If these two things were to completely fall, even you would probably be in a bit of a dilemma." "Well, kid, I'll give you an example." As the Third Prince spoke, he raised his hand again, and Yu Zhenjun appeared not far away. He smiled and handed a huge ball of gray energy to the Third Prince through the air. Afterwards, the figure disappeared at a very fast speed. This Yu Zhenjun really didn't want to face the Third Prince. The third prince didn't care either. He just held a ball of gray energy in one hand and looked at Jiang Lin. "Watch out, kid. Don't be too reckless when dealing with this evil god." "All these evil things without real bodies have their origins and divine thoughts. This gray qi is the origin of the two evil gods here. And the divine thoughts reside in the void, a spiritual realm shaped by the will of believers." "Origin converges, divine consciousness naturally descends, and then we can try to kill it." "However, it doesn't mean that we have to use all of our origin to attract the evil god's divine consciousness. If we use less, we can just stay within the limit of what we can attract, and it will be easier to kill him." "Of course, if you find this set of tricks troublesome, just practice quickly. When you reach a higher level, there won't be so many fancy tricks. You can just kill them directly." The Third Prince said this and moved his hand. The two groups represented the origins of True Lord Sanmao and Bodhisattva Liuhe respectively, with more than half of each split out and fell in front of Jiang Lin. Jiang Lin clearly felt that at the moment when the origin of the gray energy fell, a "door" opened in the void. There seemed to be two divine thoughts hovering inside the door, but they had not descended. "Get down." The Third Prince spoke lightly and pressed down suddenly with both hands! 'boom! ’ The blood-red flames burned, forcing the two divine thoughts out of the void, and they were helplessly merged into the origin of the gray qi. With this action, the remaining original ash energy in the Third Prince's hand was also burned by the flames, and the incarnation of the Third Prince also began to fade and slowly disappeared. Obviously, the Third Prince did not put too much energy into this thought, because Miao Qing could not hold on. "Boy, the rest is up to you." At the very end, the Third Prince grinned at Jiang Lin, and there was a hint of cruelty in that smile. "Kill these two things." As soon as he finished speaking, the incarnation of the Third Prince disappeared. The two gray qi origins in front of Jiang Lin began to take shape as his spiritual consciousness descended. However, since there was only half of the gray qi origin, the condensation was relatively slow. But now that the divine consciousness has fallen, there is no way to escape. The evil god's divine consciousness resides in the void, which is the spiritual realm constructed by believers. It cannot be discovered by ordinary means, and can only be drawn out in this way. However, it is easy to get out, but it is difficult to go back. Because the believers of these two evil gods have basically been slaughtered by Jiang Lin and others.
Without believers to maintain the spiritual state in the void, the thoughts of these two evil gods have nowhere else to go except this origin. Seeing that the two evil gods were about to condense and emerge, Miao Qing stuffed his mouth with golden elixirs and prepared for battle. But Jiang Lin raised his hand. "Six-hole demons obey orders, strangle them." Are you kidding? Who will give you the chance to fully concentrate? Of course, I will kill you while you are sick! As Jiang Lin finished speaking, the demonic energy suddenly rose! Dozens of six-hole demons, led by Feng Lixiao, rushed towards the two evil gods that had not yet completely condensed. (End of this chapter)