Chapter 455: Battle of Souls

Yujiang City.

The old capital of Wu Kingdom was dotted with temples.

Groups of monks walked past various temples.

There are gods constantly patrolling around.

The Three God Emperors led their troops to attack the most difficult-to-grab Da Jin and Da Yan, and took away most of their combat power.

The defense at the rear was naturally stricter than ever before.

Even the air that filled the temple was filled with a solemn smell.

There were obviously many Incense Dao monks passing through, and there were also a large number of mortals filing into the temple, but it was eerily silent.

at this time.

In the outermost temple, which was far larger than the surrounding temple, a surprised voice that was trying to be suppressed suddenly sounded:

"The Dream Master is back!"

"The Lord Yin Shen returns to his throne!"

This sound was like a signal.

Dozens of figures of monks from the Yin God lineage quickly flew from all around and landed in front of the temple.

Looking into the temple, everyone's eyes contain excitement and excitement.

Nearly two hundred years ago!

Since the death of Yin Shen, not only the Yin God Temple has been squeezed out of its original inner circle.

These monks who worshiped the Yin God Dream Lord have since lost the blessing and feedback from the gods. Their cultivation speed has plummeted, and their realm has been difficult to advance.

I can only survive by relying on some spiritual objects and spiritual plants accumulated in my early years.

The monks at the bottom saw that the situation was not good, and they could take advantage of their low cultivation level to withdraw and join other temples in time.

And these second-level, third-level, and fourth-level monks have been completely bound to the Yin Shen Meng Lord, and no god is willing to take them.

I can only guard this temple hard, and at the same time search everywhere for the lost skills of the Yin God lineage, hoping to welcome the Yin God back.

More than a hundred years ago, in a small and distant country called Chen State, they once saw hope.

But in the end, we still missed it...

They were already in despair, and most of the monks in the temple either died in the external war launched by the three divine emperors, or died at the end of their lifespan.

Only these people are left to survive by guarding the temple.

What they didn't expect was that there was a slight change in the Yin Shen statue decades ago.

This also gave them hope.

During these years of hard work, another group of people died due to exhaustion of life span.

Yinshenmai has only this last manpower left.

And today, the Yin God has finally returned!

The Yin Shen's voice still echoed in the souls of the monks.

But when they arrived in front of the temple, even though they were extremely excited, they still stopped respectfully outside the temple.

Only the eyes looking towards the temple were full of eagerness.

The temple door suddenly opened wide!

"Come in, everyone!"

An old and feeble voice sounded.

After receiving permission from the people in the hall, the monks looked at each other and then quickly walked into the hall without lingering at all.

The temple was huge, hundreds of feet high, but it was dark and gloomy, with no light from the sky coming in.

In the extremely empty temple, there is only a huge statue that almost towers over the temple, and under the statue, a small, old figure wearing a robe.

That person was the only remaining fourth-level perfect cultivator of the Yin Shen Vein, and also the great elder of the Yin Shen Temple.

The whole body of the statue is bright red, its posture is solemn, and it is filled with a lofty divinity that transcends the mortal world.

And the old great elder is not even half the height of the toes of the statue.

He prostrates himself in front of the statue, respectful and solemn.

The monks did not dare to look too much for fear of bumping into the newly returned god.

My heart was filled with long-lost tension. As soon as I walked in, I immediately knelt down on the ground like the figure under the statue of the god.

They all said respectfully in unison:

"Welcome to the return of the Lord God!"

However, what puzzled them was that there was no sound from the deity in their ears.

"How is this going?"

Everyone was confused.

At first they didn't dare to make any move, but nearly two hundred years of suffering have already exhausted their little patience.

Finally someone got up the courage and looked up.

But I saw that this huge statue had an ordinary face, the kind that would not be found among the crowd.

"The God Lord...is this what he looks like?"

The Yinshen Vein cultivator couldn't help but be curious.

Since the fall of Yin Shen, for some reason, tens of thousands of monks up and down the Yin Shen lineage have all forgotten the appearance of Yin Shen.

Everything related to Yin Shen, including skills, voice, appearance, and behavior... all seemed to have been erased by a certain existence.

Apart from remembering the name Yinshen Mengzhu, these Yinshen Channel monks are no different from the Incense Path monks from other channels.

"But...the god doesn't look right..."

A monk looked up at the statue and couldn't help but say.

"What nonsense!"

When the elder who was kneeling under the statue heard that the monk behind him dared to talk about the deity like this, he immediately straightened up and turned around to scold him angrily.

"No, Great Elder, you can see for yourself..."

Some monks argued.

"You bastard, if it collides with the God, you are afraid..."

The great elder scolded angrily, but he couldn't help but raise his head curiously.

Then I saw a strange scene.

On the face of the Yin Shen statue, half is as calm as water, and the other half is twisted, angry, fearful, and desperate...

"W-what's going on?!"

The great elder couldn't help but look shocked.

And just when he was confused.

The face of the statue quickly turned calm.

The face is peaceful and peaceful.

The divine light in his eyes flickered.

It seemed that he was sensing and absorbing...

Although he didn't understand what happened, the elder reacted immediately and knelt on the ground again:

"Welcome the God back to his throne!"

The others woke up all of a sudden and quickly knelt down to pay their respects.

What puzzled the monks again was that the expected voice of the Yin God did not appear.

"What's going on?"

This time, no one dared to speak, but they all had such doubts in their hearts.

The elder noticed the hesitation of the monks behind him, but he couldn't resist the doubts in his heart and couldn't help looking up.

But he was shocked to find that the statue with an ordinary face was rapidly changing into the image of an old man.

In just a blink of an eye, the statue with a peaceful and peaceful face quickly turned into an old man with a slightly hunched body, a simple face, and a smell of decay.

Only in the 'left eye', there was still a hint of calmness.

After all, the elder was well-informed, and his face changed instantly:

"Could it be... someone took advantage of the fact that the God had just revived and wanted to steal the position of the God?!"

This sentence immediately changed the faces of all the Yin Shenmai cultivators.

"The position of the God... can also be stolen?!"

"If it is stolen, will this new God still help us practice?"

Everyone looked at each other in surprise.

While they were talking, another cultivator noticed the change and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Look!"

The elder and everyone looked up when they heard the sound.

But they saw that the shadow of a yellow jade ring was suddenly projected on the huge statue's finger.

As soon as the yellow jade ring came out, a misty yellow light quickly spread from the ring along the statue's fingers, palms, arms, and to the left eye.

As the yellow light spread, the crimson arm quickly swelled and filled up.

Immediately afterwards, several ancient talisman paper shadows flew out one after another.

They fixed the statue's forehead and three burners respectively.

Another dark, red-glowing dead wood phantom condensed and quickly entered the left eye.

Soon, the face and figure of the statue began to change rapidly.

The slightly hunched body of the statue quickly straightened up again.

The wrinkled face of the statue also quickly faded away from old age and regained vitality.

Then.

A jagged dragon horn phantom condensed around the statue. Starting with the dragon horn, a blue dragon phantom condensed in an instant and wrapped around the statue.

Then another conch phantom emerged, and suddenly there was a gurgling sound of water.

The sound of water alone made the monks in the temple feel relaxed, and the souls that had been dark for nearly two hundred years were instantly refreshed.

"Is this the power of the God?!"

The Great Elder and a group of Yin Shenmai monks looked at this scene in shock, and then they couldn't help but be surprised and happy!

It was just a few breaths of time.

The offensive and defensive forces quickly changed.

At this moment, the huge statue had returned to its original appearance, but only the ‘right eye’ remained, with a little bit of decay.

Obviously, the person who stole the position of the God has not been completely eliminated.

But this is not important. What is important is.

The God is more powerful than they imagined!

And for them, the more powerful the God they worship, the more benefits they will get.

But the excitement did not last long.

Blood suddenly seeped out of the ‘right eye’ of the huge statue.

The next moment.

The ancient talisman paper fixed on the forehead of the statue moved without wind, and then quickly burned...

The elder and the monks were instantly horrified.

...

Blood Valley.

The blood and energy from all around surged more and more violently.

The aura of the blood unicorn below was also rising rapidly and uncontrollably.

Xun Fujun stood in the air.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, he looked at Han Yanzi and whispered:

"It seems that I can't leave this place today."

Hearing Xun Fujun's words, Han Yanzi came back to his senses.

His face was less casual than before, and his tone was inadvertently a little more cold and impatient:

"I have no intention of doing anything to you Dajin. As long as you don't affect my plan, you can rest assured."

"But if you really want to stop me, don't blame me for not recognizing your favor."

"Although the Lianxu cultivators are bound by heaven and earth, killing a perfect Shenhua and using the power of the Shenhua level is enough!"

This is the first time that he has been murderous since he came out of retreat.

He didn't have the patience to continue wasting time here.

It was not because of Xun Fujun, but because of another thing.

The unexpected death of Yin Shen made his plan have some...unexpected changes.

The means originally prepared for Yin Shen were useless at this moment.

A young man he used to test the waters became the biggest stumbling block to his plan.

"He actually brought so many fifth-level soul treasures... Is Wanxiang Sect training him to be the next sect master?"

Han Yanzi was a little irritated.

He had already prepared for the ascension. If he consumed too much soul on a young man, it would affect the implementation of his future plans.

But he had made a decision far beyond that of ordinary people to get to where he is today.

In just a moment, he made a decision.

"I wanted to... Forget it! Let's take the throne first!"

While talking to Xun Fujun, his heart moved slightly.

The original demon sect, a vast secret territory.

The tall, silent square buildings, like a beehive, are filled with a surprising number of small grids.

And in these small grids, there are mortals living one by one.

This is where the original Demon Sect raises mortals for blood sacrifice.

In each of these square buildings, there are millions of mortals.

And such square buildings are endless in the entire secret realm...

At this moment, it seems to have received the order of a certain existence.

In dozens of square buildings, a demon sect monk quickly began to cast spells.

Then the mortals in the small grids immediately prostrated themselves in front of the statue that was somewhat similar to Han Yanzi.

A large amount of incense power quickly poured into the statue...

Han Yanzi's eyes flashed a cold color when he felt the incense power quickly pouring into the Yin God statue.

The refining primordial spirit in his body resisted the constraints of the rules of heaven and earth, and injected a higher level of power into the Yin God statue through the air.

He didn't want to play with the other party, so he simply used force to defeat the opponent's cleverness.

Even if he paid some price for it, it was worth it!

At the same time.

In Wang Ba's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

It seemed that he felt something.

The wordless jade tablet that had been silent for a long time shook silently.

And at this moment.

Xun Fujun, who was far away in the bloody valley, suddenly had a hint of realization in his eyes.

"So that's it!"

...

"It seems that you have been preparing for a long time."

The Yin God Temple.

A mess.

Han Yanzi's calm tone was filled with a sigh and complexity:

"A Yuanying cultivator can force me to this extent... You are proud enough."

"If I remember correctly, your name is Wang Ba, right?"

"The name is average, but I remember it... There was once a peerless genius named 'Wang Ba' who competed with me for the position of Yin God in the Yuanying realm, but unfortunately lost..."

All around.

Scattered and floating were topaz rings that had been broken in half, rotten dead wood, broken dragon horns, and shattered conch fragments...

He gently stretched out his red palm.

In the palm of his hand, there stood a tiny, weak shadow like a candle in the wind, with an ordinary appearance and a calm demeanor.

After hearing Han Yanzi's words, Wang Ba's expression did not change at all, and he was calm and indifferent:

"It's just to save my life..."

"Besides, what you said seems to be much stronger than I am now."

"The Yin God statue has just revived, and the spiritual power it can carry is limited. You forcibly attracted such a huge spiritual power. I don't believe you can hold on for long. Now you say so much, I'm afraid it's because you can't move me at all?"

Wang Ba's words made Han Yanzi silent, and then he said lightly:

"You are bold and careful. I have seen so many people in my life, and nothing has gone wrong, but I have made a mistake in you."

Hearing Han Yanzi's evaluation, Wang Ba couldn't help but smile lightly.

Bold but careful?

I'm afraid you really made a mistake...

"However, even if I can't hold on for long, without these fifth-level soul treasures, you will be annihilated in a blink of an eye."

"There is no need to do it."

Han Yanzi no longer tried to hide it. The aura on the body of the statue instantly dropped to the extreme, but he chuckled:

"I am different from you. The one who is fighting for the position of Yin God here is just a wisp of my soul. Even if the soul is annihilated, I can still occupy the position of Yin God again by practicing the Yin God Great Dream Sutra again. As for you, if you die, you die... It's just a one-time thing, which can be regarded as God's will to help me."

Wang Ba looked surprisingly calm:

"Oh, I forgot, I seem to have a soul-recovering pill that I haven't taken yet."

Han Yanzi was startled.

The next moment.

Outside world.

Wang Ba suddenly raised his hand and took out a soul pill given by Wuhe Patriarch himself.

This pill seemed to have spirit and quickly put it into Wang Ba's Nascent Soul.

In an instant.

The shadow in the palm of the Yinshen statue grew rapidly and squeezed into the statue.

The two people's consciousness was now in the Yinshen statue, and he immediately felt the squeeze from Wang Ba's soul.

This change made Han Yanzi's expression slightly change:

"This kid actually has a trick up his sleeve, how can he be so patient!"

"No! If he really occupies the throne, he hides in the Wanxiang Sect. If he can't be killed, it will be bad!"

Thinking of this possibility.

Even though Han Yanzi's heart was bleeding, he still made a quick decision!

The next moment.

The surging power from the original spirit of the body rushed in!

The Yinshen statue was like a broken water bag, and a large amount of pure soul power leaked out and permeated the temple.

But it also squeezed out Wang Ba's consciousness again in an instant.

Under his control, the red palm instantly grasped Wang Ba's consciousness!

Countless soul powers leaked out along with the statue's movements, and he immediately squeezed it hard without hesitation!

And at this moment.

A stream of light shuttled into the temple without hindrance, and at the critical moment, it plunged into Wang Ba's consciousness!

In a hurry.

Wang Ba's consciousness vaguely saw the body of the stream of light, which seemed to be a jade tablet without words.

In the consciousness, a familiar and indifferent voice suddenly sounded:

"Soul... is not used like this."

"Watch carefully, I will only teach you once."

Hearing this voice, Wang Hao was suddenly startled, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

But it was also at this moment that an idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and he suddenly understood many things that he had been confused about before:

"Xun..."

I haven't had time to speak out yet.

In an instant, the power of Wang Ba's soul dispersed like water into countless fragments of light, and then quickly condensed behind the statue, turning into overlapping mysterious divine patterns, which were quickly imprinted on the statue's body!

Inside the statue, Han Xiangzi's shocked and furious voices suddenly sounded...

…

Western part of Chen State.

From a distance, Yao Wudi, who was flying at high speed, saw the lush and boundless forest in the distance.

Without any hesitation, he immediately said to the female cultivator in white beside him:

"We're almost to Sen Country...Mu Lian, take them first! Go all the way to the west. There is a teleportation array over there in Li Country, right here..."

The female cultivator in white looked cold and refused directly:

"They have nothing to do with me."

Yao Wudi paused for a moment after hearing the words, and then pointed at Taoist Bing:

"He is my disciple! Take them and leave quickly!"

The female cultivator in white looked calm:

"It's just an incarnation, don't practice anymore."

When Taoist Bing heard this, he couldn't help but show approval.

Yao Wudi couldn't help but cursed angrily:

"You're practicing ice training like crazy! When did this happen...Mu Lian, just treat it like I'm begging you, okay? You take them away! Otherwise we won't be able to leave!"

Facing Yao Wudi's scolding and pleading, the female cultivator in white remained calm:

"Your Highness, you will die. I will come back to find you. If you want to die, then I will accompany you."

"you!"

Yao Wudi stared angrily as he met the calm yet profound eyes of the female cultivator in white. The curse on his lips turned into helplessness after all:

"Those bastards can't keep me!"

"But you here will affect my performance... Mu Lian, I have grown up in the sect since I was a child. For so many years, the sect has been my home. I can't let these bastards destroy the children in my family. , can you understand this feeling?”

Listening to Yao Wudi's words, the female cultivator in white was slightly silent, and then finally nodded.

"I understand...if you die, I will go find you."

"Are you just looking forward to my death?"

Yao Wudi cursed angrily.

But at this moment.

Yao Wudi suddenly realized something, raised his hand and punched the void in the distance!

In the void, ripples suddenly appeared, and a muffled sound sounded at the same time.

Yao Wudi's face condensed slightly, and his consciousness quickly spread out, covering all around:

"That's too late……"

The sound just fell.

not far away.

A door appeared out of thin air and opened quickly.

A rather strange figure with a square face walked out.

"The door god..."

Yao Wudi narrowed his eyes slightly.

When the door god saw Yao Wudi and others, a strange smile appeared on his face:

"You just bullied the minority with the greater number, but now, do you still have the courage?"

As soon as he finished speaking, figures of evil gods flew out from the door behind him.

Quickly surrounded them.

Seeing these twenty evil gods dispersing one after another, Yao Wudi's heart sank instantly.

"Those fellow Taoists at the rear of the palace seem to be in grave danger..."

The corner of his eye swept across the Nascent Soul monks below who were protected by his magic power, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

The door god seemed to have guessed his plan:

"Are you still trying to escape? Haha, in the sky and on the earth, you can't escape even if you have wings!"

Yao Wudi's expression darkened.

But at this moment.

In the distant sky, a formation pattern suddenly appeared, and then a teleportation formation was formed in an instant.

At the same time, a cold female voice came from the teleportation array:

"I'll give you time to escape...three...two..."

Hearing this voice, the evil gods were slightly startled and looked at each other in confusion.

And from the teleportation array, a handsome monk with a face like jade and holding a folding fan walked out.

I just felt the eyes of many evil gods.

The handsome monk couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body, and quickly retreated as if running away.

"Jilan..."

Seeing this monk, Yao Wudi frowned slightly.

And some of the evil gods who had lingering thoughts couldn't help laughing.

"Even a mere Nascent Soul dares to..."

"……one!"

The words fell.

A stunning armored female cultivator came stepping on the breeze, with countless cyan wind swords accompanying her, surging coldly!

Behind her, a fiery-haired monk, an old man, and familiar and unfamiliar god-transforming monks walked out of the teleportation array.

"Uncle Lu...Master Xi, Uncle Fei..."

Yao Wudi stared at these figures blankly.

"Li Wannian of the Immortality Sect is here! You evil gods, come quickly to behead me!"

"Comrades, Jiao Ying is here at Youxian Temple!"

"The True Ding King Qin Huo will lead the Qin family's descendants to defeat the evil god of the Ten Thousand Gods Kingdom together!"

In the blink of an eye, thirty or forty eyes were fixed on the door god and the evil gods behind the door god.

The door god couldn't help but feel excited!

"Run! Run away!"

…

The hinterland of the Kingdom of the Gods.

The god-transformation monks who respected Da Jin and Da Yan were retreating steadily under the attacks of the evil gods.

In the huge spherical realm.

The Three God Emperors were unscathed.

The besieged Su Dachun, Tai'a Temple Master, Liang Qiuyu and others all had their auras disturbed.

However, at this moment, Shangguan Ren suddenly laughed:

"My fellow Taoists, our sect has found the flaws of these three divine emperors!" (End of this chapter)