Chapter 337: Moshen Temple
At the same moment when Chen Chuan entered the arena to watch the competition, in the Mo Temple on Qingding Mountain, southwest of the central city, a young man with long arms and a headband on his head was pouring a bucket of water drawn from the well into the stone vat in front of the temple.
His name is Du Geng. According to the platform betting, he is considered to be the person Wei Wusheng will kill last.
Ever since he boarded the Rhino Horn Cruise, he has been staying here and has not been anywhere else, as if the turmoil outside has nothing to do with him.
After filling the stone jar with water, he walked into the temple and bowed respectfully to the statue above.
St. God is a deity that came from abroad and has long been localized, but it is not a mainstream sect and has long been declining. It may exist in some remote corners abroad, but no one has heard of it in most places.
However, in the central city of Jibei Road, a complete temple and religious heritage are still preserved.
This is thanks to the old temple keeper here, who promptly abandoned the old way of worship and spent decades turning this place into a spiritual and psychological sanatorium for the upper class in the central city, thus preserving the incense in disguise.
Du Geng is a disciple of this temple and has been here since he was a child. However, his talent is the most outstanding. He once took the initiative to participate in a ring competition and killed a non-staff student of Wu Yi who had implants all over his body.
After the game, he rejected the invitation and returned to the mountain, but his performance that time was amazing. As the most respected disciple of Mo Temple, all the resources of Mo Temple were concentrated on him. He was even the next generation of temple warden, while the temple warden of Mo Temple in the past were all third-level fighters.
After so much time, some people thought that he might have broken through the limit, so people on the platform generally believed that he would be Wei Wusheng's most important target.
After paying respects to the Strange God, Du Geng walked up to the old temple keeper and bowed respectfully, "Teacher."
Although the old temple keeper is over eighty years old, except for the large white beard on his chest, his face still looks like a man in his forties or fifties.
This time he did not respond as usual. Instead, he turned to look outside the temple. After a moment, he said in a steady voice, "Du Geng, guests are here."
Du Geng couldn't help but look outside. He walked out of the temple gate and looked down the mountain. He saw a strong and tall figure walking towards the top of the mountain from the other side of the mountain gate.
The man was extremely strong, wearing a loose blue training shirt and a wide belt around his waist with a hammer hanging from it. Although he had a heavy body, he felt unusually light when he walked.
He stared at the newcomer. As long as he defeated this enemy in front of Mo Shen, his mind and body would be elevated to a new level.
The old temple keeper also came out at this time. He said to Du Geng, "This is your battle. Remember, he is your biggest obstacle. Use him to break through the shackles in your heart and break the shackles on your body."
Du Geng said firmly, "Teacher, this is the day I've been waiting for all this time." He paused and said solemnly, "I'm ready."
The old temple keeper said, "Take the medicine first, then go drink the Mo Shui."
Du Geng nodded and immediately went to the side to take the medicine to stimulate his potential. His breathing gradually became rapid and his muscles swelled slightly, but as he adjusted himself, he quickly recovered.
This is a special medicine made in the Moshen Temple. Although it is somewhat irritating, it is very suitable for his physique and will cause less harm to him. As long as he takes some mild medicine after the treatment, most of the side effects can be eliminated. He just needs to rest for a few days.
After taking the medicine, he walked back to the stone jar, picked up a gourd ladle from it, scooped up a ladle of water, and drank it with his head tilted back.
His hands were steady and not a single drop spilled.
After drinking it, his eyes became much brighter. He turned his head and stared at Wei Wusheng who was walking up from the bottom of the stairs, as if expecting something.
Wei Wusheng had already reached the last flight of stone steps, and there were about thirty more steps to reach the temple on the top of the mountain. But at this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He lowered his chin to cover his throat, and then a small blood mark appeared on his chin.
He stepped back at the same time, but his body paused. Only then did he realize that his left hand seemed to be tightly wrapped by something and he couldn't break free for a while.
He looked around and saw crisscrossing threads of silk. These threads were connected to tiny insects hidden among the branches and leaves on both sides of the wide platform. These insects seemed to be able to fly quickly and wrap the threads around the tree trunks on both sides.
He felt a strong threat and immediately struggled backwards. Half of his arm was cut off at the elbow and rolled to the ground, but he also escaped the siege in front of him.
But he had only taken a few steps back when he stopped again, because the surroundings were unknowingly covered with these filaments, and they were constantly gathering inward.
In just a short while, thin bloodstains appeared around his limbs and torso. Those thin traces easily cut into his solid muscles and only encountered greater resistance when they hit his bones. Blood continued to seep out from the cut wounds.
Once they encountered an obstacle, the insects would quickly wrap the thin thread around the branches and trunks. If he tried to struggle again at this time, he might suffer the same fate as the broken arm he had just had.
Du Geng looked at Wei Wusheng who was trapped there, smiled, and walked down the stairs step by step. But even though he walked through the places covered with thin threads, the thin threads did not cut him, but just slid through his body.
He smiled slightly. These little bugs were a kind of alien creatures that had existed in the Temple of Mo Shen since the old times. They were messengers of Mo Shen, and were specifically used to deal with these third-level fighters.
As long as you are entangled by this thing, it will be impossible to break free unless you are a believer of Mo Shen. He doesn't need to fight Wei Wusheng in a real fight. At this moment, he just needs to walk up and finish off the opponent.
He didn't feel shameful or guilty about this at all, because he was first a believer of the Strange God, and then a fighter. It was perfectly reasonable for him to borrow the power of the Strange God to deal with the enemy. On the contrary, because he sacrificed the life of a powerful enemy in front of the Strange God, he felt closer to the Strange God.
As he walked down, he picked up a long metal spike with a handle from a shelf nearby, and then slowly walked towards Wei Wusheng.
He stared at the man's bound form and said, "Your biggest mistake was coming here." He raised his long spear and pointed it at Wei Wusheng's eyes. "I heard you offered a large reward, so I reluctantly accepted it."
As he spoke, he moved his body and quickly stabbed at Wei Wusheng. However, with a snap, he was surprised to find that the sharp spike was firmly held down by a raised hand.
He was very surprised for a moment.
How is that possible?!
This person is clearly bound by the power of Mo Shen!
When he felt something was wrong, his body reacted faster than his brain and he immediately stepped back. However, at this moment, a huge shadow suddenly pressed down and hugged him!
Feeling the powerful force coming, he was suddenly terrified and wanted to struggle, but it was too late. As Wei Wusheng's intact arm tightened, a sound of bones breaking was heard, and Du Geng's back and chest stuck together in an instant. His eyeballs bulged out and blood gushed out of his throat.
Wei Wusheng let go of his hand, and Du Geng slid down his body softly, landing between his feet. He tilted his head, his cheek pressed against the cold stone bricks, and made an incomprehensible sound, "How, how could it be..."
Wei Wusheng's eyes dropped, and he said casually, "You were able to pass through those filaments simply by relying on the changes in the biological field. All you have to do is change the field. It's a very simple thing."
To a certain extent, fighters of the third level have the ability to temporarily simulate the biological field of others, but that requires the range of their own field to be large enough. However, the broken hand that fell in front of him just expanded the range of the field, allowing him to quickly coordinate himself and change the expression of the field.
"It's actually like this..."
Du Geng immediately regretted it immensely. If only he had been more careful, or simply waited a little longer... But before he could finish his thought, a big foot stepped down from above, and with a snap, his head was crushed.
The old temple keeper closed his eyes.
Wei Wusheng walked over and took back the half arm, pressing on the broken part. Countless tiny alienated tissues like granulations emerged on the cut surfaces on both sides. As they got closer to the broken part, they began to tangle with each other. After pressing on it, the external wounds were slowly healing. Not only there, but the wounds on his body were also slowly healing.
After doing this, he twisted his neck and went up the stairs.
The old temple priest slowly retreated into the temple, and behind him, several old men wearing the same sacrificial robes as him came out, took out medicine and swallowed it.
Wei Wusheng seemed not to see it. He walked straight to the front of the temple, looked at the surrounding scenery, and said, "This is a nice place." Then he stretched out his hand, took out the hammer, and stepped into the temple.
More than ten minutes later, he walked out, leaving behind bloody footprints wherever he went.
But after so much time had passed, the wound on his body had completely disappeared, and the broken hand seemed to be able to move freely.
At this moment, a voice sounded in my ears, "And..."
Wei Wusheng interrupted the voice directly, "I know there are others, but they are not worth mentioning. Only one person is worth noting."
Previously, the rapid growth of Xiong Jianyi's alienated tissue had a certain impact on him, and even caused him to change his fighting style for a while.
But this was also a contest. In the battle between the two to see who would be the dominant one, he gradually regained his dominance. Now he had completely overwhelmed the opponent. He no longer had to completely follow Xiong Jianyi's will, but only needed to follow his own ideas.
The combination of the two people's alienated tissues not only brought about a mixture of hardness and softness, but also ushered in a new period of rapid growth for him.
The reason why he didn't show up before was not because he was afraid or wanted to avoid those who accepted the wanted list, but because he needed to find a place to spend this period. Now he has basically killed those valuable people.
At this stage, only a little bit of the power of the mind remained waiting to be absorbed by him.
He needed greater stimulation to allow the alienated tissues throughout his body to reach perfection. Only with such a body could he meet that hurdle.
So, it's time to deal with the person who is blocking the final release of the mind.
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(End of this chapter)
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