Chapter 116 The cunning fox demon was imprisoned by the pure-hearted Taoist priest for 30 days.
He actually withstood both of their attacks.
Blood was flowing from the corner of Yun Muzhuo's mouth, but the blood was dark red and emitted a strong stench.
He couldn't care about anything else at this moment. He formed his hands into claws, scooped up Lin Baiwei's corpse from the ground, and sinisterly used his sharp fingernails to pierce Lin Baiwei's stomach, pulling out a dull demon core from his dantian.
Yun Muzhuo carefully examined the bloody demon core in his hand, and without minding the filth, he put it in his mouth and swallowed it directly.
He carefully sensed the aura emanating from the demon core within his body and couldn't help but frown.
Why isn't it working?
That shouldn't be the case. Normally, according to the methods in the ancient books, the demon core of a half-demon should be of great benefit to him.
how so?
What does it mean that he risked his life to be hit by Yun Heng and Yu Sheng together?
Yun Muzhuo's face twisted for a moment.
Although the two did not understand why Yun Muzhuo's expression was changing so erratically, they still took this opportunity to prepare to rebury him.
Knowing he was no match for the two, Yun Muzhuo decided to run away.
But how could Yu Sheng and Yun Heng let him off so easily?
No matter how he resisted, he ultimately died at the hands of the two men.
Yun Heng expressionlessly pulled the peach wood sword from Yun Muzhuo's chest. "Master, you have raised me with kindness, so today your disciple will personally send you on your way."
Yun Muzhuo's eyes were bloodshot and he glared fiercely at Yun Heng, as if that would make Yun Heng let him go.
"Master, rest in peace."
Yun Muzhuo glared hatefully, his eyes wide open in death, unable to close them in peace.
Seeing that the two had actually killed Yun Muzhuo, all the sects and factions breathed a sigh of relief.
If Yun Muzhuo had escaped today, they couldn't even imagine whether he would hold a grudge against them, given how vengeful he was.
Fortunately, Yunmu Zhuo died.
Seeing that it was safe, Yan Anhuai carried 888 and ran over, with his master swaying along beside him.
"I have met you, senior."
The old man waved his hand, took Yunheng's peach wood sword, and then poked dozens of holes in Yunmu Zhuo's corpse on the ground.
Only after confirming that he would not rise from the dead again did the old man clapp his hands and toss the peach wood sword back to Yunheng.
"Why are you looking at me? It's safer this way. Who knows if he might crawl out of the ground!"
The elders from various sects all agreed that what he said made sense.
After all, based on previous experiences, Yunmu Zhuo should have died once already, but he still crawled out of the ground.
Master Liaode clasped his hands together and bowed in the direction of Yun Muzhuo, saying, "Amitabha, may Benefactor Yun have a safe journey..."
He thanked Yu Sheng again, saying, "I must thank you very much, Benefactor Yu."
Yu Sheng waved his hand and said to him, "No need for thanks. Elders, please remember your previous vows, otherwise I can't guarantee that the lightning won't strike any of you."
The elders from each sect looked pale and sickly.
I feel extremely regretful when I think about what happened today.
If they had known this would happen, they wouldn't have come in the first place.
The sect's disciples suffered heavy casualties, and even they themselves were all seriously injured. They had been forced by Yu Sheng to make that oath, and now they had learned that there was no treasure here at all...
The more they thought about it, the angrier they became. This was a complete waste of time!
Master Liaode sighed, "What Benefactor Yu says is true, but this Abbot Yun..."
His gaze fell on the corpse of Yun Muzhuo on the ground. "I wonder how Benefactor Yu intends to deal with Abbot Yun?"
Yu Sheng looked at him with a smile, and in that instant, Master Liaode felt as if Yu Sheng had seen through all his thoughts.
Master Liao was startled.
"Master Liaode, is that right? Your Dharma name is quite good. You are indeed remarkable, not only in terms of strength but also in terms of cunning!"
Now he was completely convinced that Yu Sheng had seen through his thoughts.
Yu Sheng simply gave him face and didn't say it directly.
Master Liao gave an awkward laugh.
"Yun Muzhuo's corpse would only cause trouble if left alive, so I burned it directly."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Sheng raised her hand and unleashed a flame, a move that startled two of the elders.
"Yu Sheng, what are you doing?"
"Although Abbot Yun committed many evils, he is now dead. Why do you want to grind his bones to ashes? Isn't your behavior a bit too cruel?"
"Ruthless?" 888 crossed her arms, but found that her short arms seemed to make it difficult to do some things.
"Old Deng, how dare you say that our Sheng Sheng is vicious?! Say it again if you dare!"
Although the elder was afraid of Yu Sheng, he was not afraid of 888 rats.
"I'm speaking to your master, what right do you, a little monster, have to interrupt?" The elder glared angrily, exuding a powerful aura.
Yun Heng took the 888 from Yan Anhuai's hand, and looked at the elder with a half-smile, "I see that the elder's voice is full of energy, so his previous injuries must have been fully healed. How about..."
"May I have a match with Elder Nu? I have long admired Elder Nu for his profound Taoist skills. Why don't I ask Elder Nu to give me some pointers today?"
Elder Nu shook his head repeatedly.
"No, no, no, my injuries haven't healed yet. Let's do it another day, another day."
Yunheng persisted, saying, "Then may I ask Elder Nu which day you would like to visit me in advance?"
Elder Nu rolled his eyes and gave his disciple a look.
His apprentice understood instantly.
He caught the person just as he was pretending to faint, then clasped his hands in apology to the group and said, "I apologize, my master's wound has flared up again, I must take my leave!"
He called to his remaining fellow disciples and fled as if escaping.
888 shook his head in disbelief.
"I thought he could stand up straight, but I didn't expect him to be such a coward. He even pretended to be unconscious and ran away."
"But you..."
888's sharp gaze swept over the elders of each sect, finally settling on the handful of ashes on the ground. "Don't think others don't know what you're up to. That old man Yun Muzhuo's actions are outrageous. Now that he's turned to ashes, it'll save you from having any more inappropriate thoughts."
"Moreover, this is the most reliable method. After all, you don't want to see Yun Muzhuo suddenly crawl out of the ground again one day, do you?"
"Burn it all up, and that will solve everything!"
Everyone sighed and completely gave up the idea of imitating Yun Muzhuo.
Putting aside whether it would succeed, just considering Yun Muzhuo's appearance—neither human nor ghost—and with Yu Sheng and Yun Heng, two killing gods, watching over them, even if they had the idea, they wouldn't dare to think about it anymore.
They were terrified that they would be the next ones to be reduced to ashes.
After the elders of each sect came to a conclusion, they all led their remaining disciples away.
Only the disciples of Xingyue Temple remained still.
They looked at Yun Heng, who was chatting and laughing with Yu Sheng, and felt their faces flush.
Several disciples pushed and shoved, eventually pushing Shi Xiong's second disciple forward.
"Is there something you need?" Yunheng looked over impatiently.
"Master, Uncle-Master, we want to..."
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