Chapter 62 Chapter 62 "Why are all people possessed by the devil's energy...
Yao Ning stood up shakily. The air was filled with blood, smoke, and flying ashes. The tinnitus in his ears faded away, and he could only hear his own rapid and heavy breathing.
She looked ahead and saw the ancient red pavilion collapsed and the Brahma Temple razed to the ground.
The world was tilting and shaking, everything in front of him seemed so unreal. Yao Ning walked forward step by step, trying to get out of the nightmare.
The sound of gravel rustling amidst the silent ruins immediately caught her attention.
She saw Xie Qi.
In other words, a broken corpse with a single horn on its head.
The corpse was turned over, revealing a white fox with blood-stained fur. The fox panted, blood on its forehead and crawled up, staring at Xie Qi's corpse in a daze.
After a while, the white fox came to its senses, looked around, and staggered in one direction with unsteady steps.
The white fox struggled and pounced towards where Master Kongwen was sitting cross-legged, and fell down half a step away from him.
The little fox fell to the ground, its bright blue eyes looking at Kong Wen's dead and pale face in disbelief. After a long time, it wailed, moved its knees, and knelt deeply on all fours.
Kongwen passed away.
There was still golden light flowing from the old monk's fingertips. It was the golden scripture barrier covering the Brahma Temple, blocking most of the destructive explosion power of the relic, preventing it from harming the cultivators outside the temple and the innocent people on the banks of the Huai River.
The thin white fox whimpered, smoke and dust brushed across its face, and its hair gradually faded away, turning into a woman's face.
Du Xuandu transformed into a human body and slowly raised her head. Her face was still as beautiful as ever, but it seemed as if something had disappeared forever.
That was the inherent seductiveness and indulgence of the Hehuan Sect's cultivators, and the dark, deathly aura emanating from the flesh that should have been a handful of bones.
The aura around Du Xuandu became pure and peaceful, and was somewhat similar to that of the deceased Master Kongwen.
At this moment, she looked like a true Buddhist.
The fate that had passed her by turned around in an unpredictable way and befell her.
Du Xuandu started crying. At first, she was suppressing sobs, but gradually her sobs turned into uncontrollable wails. She knelt in front of Kongwen and cried like a child who had lost everything to the monk who was the only one who had shown kindness to her in her life.
Kongwen spent his entire life cultivating Buddhist disciples, but when the true person destined by heaven appeared before him and begged for his favor, he closed his eyes forever.
He never saw the true appearance of a Buddhist from beginning to end.
He didn't see what Du Xuandu looked like now.
In his memory when he was alive, she was just a troublesome witch.
Yao Ning stared at this scene quietly, and his chaotic consciousness began to become clear little by little.
Xie Qi was possessed by a demon and destroyed the relic.
She couldn't guess what Xie Qi was thinking at the time, but Yao Ning knew that it was definitely not something a sober person would take the risk to do.
Something confused Xie Qi's mind and infinitely magnified his paranoid desires.
The person behind the scenes.
The chill rose from the soles of his feet. Yao Ning looked up and saw the dark sky was divided into a chessboard. Countless people entered the game with their lives at stake, becoming chess pieces without even knowing it.
Who is it?
What exactly are you going to do?
Gradually, a sound was heard behind him. Yao Ning moved his ears and turned around.
The scene before her made her pupils dilate.
The dark and clear eyes reflected the appearance of the cultivators from various sects outside the Brahma Temple.
Some had horns on their heads, some had scales covering their faces and bodies, some had non-human ears and eyes, and some had wings growing from their backs...
The scene before him was so familiar that Yao Ning almost thought he had stepped into the demon world and saw the 100,000 demons under the seat of the zombie.
The devil's aura lingered around these righteous practitioners.
These people have become like demons.
Just now, when he passed through Xuandu, the demonic aura on his body faded away, and his breath became clean, and he turned from a demon into a human.
The distant dream came to my mind again, like some kind of prophecy.
Yao Ning shook his head in disbelief, unable to believe what he saw.
A familiar voice suddenly rang out: "Aning, why haven't you changed?"
Yao Ning looked over and saw that it was Meng Yaoguang.
She wore a purple robe and a golden belt, and had a noble temperament. As she walked, flower petals fell on her clothes.
At this moment, Yao Ning was distracted for a moment, thinking that the characteristic of Meng Yaoguang's possession was flowers, which were much more beautiful than those ugly horns and scales.
A peony slowly unfolded its petals on Meng Yaoguang's forehead like waking up, making her majestic eyebrows and eyes look a little evil and devilish, making Yao Ning feel unfamiliar.
Meng Yaoguang's question reminded everyone present, and some people gradually asked, "Yes, why hasn't she changed?"
The noise grew louder, doubt turned to suspicion, and suspicion turned to rage.
"Why are all the people infected by the evil spirit, but you are the only one who hasn't changed at all?"
Yao Ning was stunned and thought, haven't I changed?
More and more questions came to him, and a voice suddenly became louder: "Is it you? Is this what you did?"
"She spread the evil spirit and infected everyone?"
"Yao Ning massacred the Brahma Temple and killed Master Kongwen?"
"It's her! Everyone was affected, but she wasn't hurt at all!"
Yao Ning felt severe pain in his body, his lips trembled, but he didn't know how to refute.
"I didn't, calm down..."
"We saw it with our own eyes. What else can you say to refute it?"
Yao Ning took two steps back and shook his head, thinking, something is wrong, these people are not right, they don't seem to be very clear-headed, they are swept up by the sudden emotions and led to attack him.
Yao Ning suddenly looked at Meng Yaoguang.
Meng Yaoguang stood where he was, lost in the crowd rushing forward angrily. He looked at Yao Ning calmly, and it was unclear whether his expression was suspicion, anger, or anxiety.
She had no expression.
Yao Ning subconsciously wanted to explain to Meng Yaoguang. He opened his mouth, but closed it again under Meng Yaoguang's gaze.
A most unlikely thought reared its head in her heart like a poisonous snake with its tail coiled. Yao Ning stared at Meng Yaoguang in a daze. Just like many times in the past, she was alone, while she was surrounded by a crowd.
Meng Yaoguang lowered his eyes, turned around and walked away against the crowd, leaving Yao Ning with only his back.
"Why would you do that?!"
A cultivator was the first to stab with a sword, his face flushed red, and his inhuman pupils were filled with burning anger.
Yao Ning dodged sideways, Fu Guang blocked the sword that was coming at him again, and with a slight lift, the man flew back and was helped up by everyone.
This was like a clarion call to war, and the angry crowd surrounded Yao Ning in an instant.
Scrutinizing, resentful, and suspicious glances came from all directions, and Yao Ning met their gazes one by one, his eyes frank and clear.
But these people were in some kind of strange madness, just like Xie Qi when he detonated the relic.
Yao Ning frowned and put away Fu Guang.
We can't hurt these people, otherwise it will only make things more complicated later.
What is needed now is a sober and authoritative person to take charge of the situation, control these out-of-control cultivators, and then investigate the cause of today's catastrophe.
A powerful enemy is lurking, and the chess player doesn't know where to watch the game.
Yao Ning looked around and saw that everyone present was caught up in the frenzy and chaos that spread like a plague. No one could clear the fog, and no one could wipe out the entire Brahma Temple in one night. With thousands of monks bleeding and drifting away, he still had the prestige to stabilize the situation.
She suddenly realized that from the perspective of bystanders, she was indeed suspicious.
Apart from the wounds, there was no change on her body.
Who is manipulating all this? Why do those who are on the right path show signs of being possessed by demons? Why am I the only one who is different?
Yao Ning looked at his hands, ordinary, mortal hands, blood oozing from beneath the skin, his pulse beating steadily.
She suddenly felt dazed and confused.
Could it be that all this was really caused by myself?
Could it be that she saw that everyone was drunk but she was the only one sober, and in fact she was the one who was truly confused?
While in a trance, the first person launched an attack.
Yao Ning was a little slow to dodge, and then more attacks followed.
The encirclement was shrinking rapidly, as if countless locusts were about to eat the flesh and blood in the middle.
Yao Ning remembered not to take action and only defended without attacking, and soon he suffered new injuries.
She tried to explain.
"I don't know what happened."
"Xie Qi detonated the relic."
"There must be someone behind the demonic infection. I am only helping Master Kongwen."
No one paid any attention, no one stopped.
Seeing that she had no intention of fighting back, everyone became more excited, and used all their swords, spears, halberds, wind, thunder, fire, lightning, and other weapons and spiritual powers.
"Enough!" she roared irritably.
Yao Ning's eyes were cold, and when she roared, it was as if a bird of prey was screaming inside her body.
The attack stopped suddenly, and a drop of blood flowed down the side of her face.
However, the shock only lasted for a moment, and the frenzied crowd continued to attack, venting their inexplicably surging anger.
"roar!"
A roar that shook the earth suddenly exploded, and everyone was frightened and stopped trembling.
A strong wind blew in his face, lifting the clothes and hair of a cultivator in front of Yao Ning, and deforming his facial features.
A huge head popped out from Yao Ning's side, with a fishy and hot breath coming out, and another roar, which scared the cultivator so much that his liver and gallbladder almost burst. In his trembling pupils, he reflected snake necks, deer antlers, cow ears, and camel heads.
The pitch-black scales reflect the dim light and rise and fall with the breathing.
His cold vertical pupils were stretched into a line, looking down at everyone condescendingly.
It was actually a dragon.
Tonight, all the cultivators in the Brahma Temple showed signs of being possessed by demons, and their bodies developed characteristics that only demons would have.
This was an absurd but real upheaval. If there were sober people present, they would realize how terrifying what happened tonight was.
Righteous practitioners are no strangers to the demon world.
The demons in heaven cultivate themselves from birds and beasts, evil ghosts and spirits, and even human bodies.
There are also sects in Jiuzhou that take unconventional approaches and practice with spiritual pets while staying within the righteous path. For example, the Southern Territory Snake Cave has been raising snakes since ancient times. They can transfer their souls into the snakes' bodies and use the snake spirits to enhance their cultivation.
There are snakes, pythons, anacondas and dragons in the world.
There is a rumor among people that if a hidden dragon swims into the river and enters the sea, it will turn into a dragon.
Yet, for millennia, no one, whether in the mortal realm or the demonic realm, had ever truly seen a dragon. The mortal emperor claimed to be a true dragon, yet he was merely a mortal. The silkworm that ruled the demonic realm was probably only a tree in its true form.
"Dragon" is more like a legend.
And now, these people saw a complete, real, living dragon.
"Pa, clang..."
Weapons fell one after another, and the people in the front retreated in fear, leaving a space.
The black dragon looked around coldly, then wrapped around Yao Ning, circling around her body, and its huge head lowered from the air.
Yao Ning looked up at the lively giant beast in front of him, his eyes swept across his hard scales, rugged horns, sharp teeth, and met the pair of yellow vertical pupils.
The fishy and hot breath sprayed on her face. Yao Ning carefully reached out and touched the side of the black dragon's face.
"Shen Qian."
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