"Don't worry, Lord Zhuge. He's just a bunch of bandits, yet he dares to offend the temple. I'll show him how powerful I am... See..." As Long Wudang spoke, he bent his waist in the air, tilted his body slightly, and struck a pose that he thought was cool.
Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, a thin arm stretched out in front of him. Long Wudang turned his body sideways and flew out like a boulder thrown by a catapult.
With a dull thud, the entire Huayu Temple trembled. Fortunately, most of the twenty-four main formations had been repaired, otherwise they might have been directly knocked down by him.
Sliding slowly down the stone wall, Young Master Longyang was no longer carefree. He was spitting out mouthfuls of blood foam, and his eyes were bulging like a dead fish.
"Young Master, Young Master!" The priests who followed were shocked and quickly surrounded him, taking out the pills and giving them to him to drink.
"Xiang Qiuzhan, how dare you hurt my temple priest!" Zhuge Qiu roared, drew his sword and attacked Xiang Qiuzhan.
He came to stand up for Long Wudang, not to send Long Wudang to his death. He was unable to act in time and watched Long Wudang being seriously injured by Xiang Qiuzhan's men. He was shocked and angry, and wished he could tear Xiang Qiuzhan into pieces.
"The raging flames burn the sky, the art of divine punishment!" With another roar from Zhuge Qiu, a stream of fire like an inverted waterfall swept towards Xiang Qiu, carrying a cold murderous intent.
The blazing flames illuminated the entire Huayu City. Although the heat was overwhelming, an inexplicable chill rose in the depths of one's heart.
"Kill him, kill him!" Long Wudang finally caught his breath and said while coughing up blood and gritting his teeth.
"Don't worry, sir. Lord Zhuge has already used the technique of Fiery Heavenly Punishment. This bandit is doomed to die." An attendant said comfortingly.
"I've heard for a long time that Lord Zhuge's Fiery Divine Punishment Technique is one of the most powerful magics in our Tianyang Temple. Seeing it today, I can see that it is indeed worthy of its reputation. This bandit is about to turn into charcoal." Another follower said with envy and longing.
"Even if we turn to charcoal, we will tear him into pieces and scatter his bones to avenge the young master's blood feud."
"Yes, cut the body into pieces and scatter the bones and ashes!" The others also echoed, all with excited faces.
Of course, they have absolute confidence in Zhuge Qiu's strength.
But soon, they lost their excitement.
"This is also called the art of divine punishment. If there really is a god in the world, he would be pissed to death after seeing your art of divine punishment." Xiang Qiuzhan laughed loudly and suddenly drew out his sword.
The sword is broad and heavy, obviously much larger than the longswords used by ordinary priests. It is pitch black and gleams with a deep blue color, giving people a gloomy and dark feeling.
With a loud "bang", his sword had already slashed on the burning fire.
The blazing fire was extinguished in an instant, and Zhuge Qiu's thin figure had already smashed out like a meteor. That's right, he didn't fly out, but was smashed out by Xiang Qiu's sword.
The surroundings fell silent in an instant. The priests who had just been clamoring to cut Xiang Qiu into pieces and scatter his bones and ashes fell silent at the same time. They looked at Xiang Qiu in horror and disbelief, unable to utter a word.
Defeated, Zhuge Qiu, the punishment priest of Tianyang Temple who made countless bandits tremble in fear, was defeated just like that. Facing Xiang Qiuzhan's sword, he had no power to resist at all.
"Sir!" After a while, two priests rushed to Zhuge Qiu's side, took out the pills and quickly gave them to him to drink.
Zhuge Qiu's face was pale, blood gushing from his mouth, and his ribs were sunken, several of them clearly broken. Although the elixir had temporarily saved his life, he was seriously injured and clearly had no strength to fight again.
"The so-called punishment priest is nothing more than this, and can't withstand a single blow!" Xiang Qiuzhan said contemptuously, without even looking at Zhuge Qiu.
Seeing the contempt in his eyes, Zhuge Qiu's eyes were filled with grief and anger. He wanted to stand up and fight to the death, but the slightest movement caused a piercing pain in his broken ribs, and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly.
"Kill them all, leaving no one alive." Xiang Qiuzhan waved his arm and made a downward chopping gesture.
"Wait." Mu Hanyan took a step forward.
"What? You want to beg for mercy? I've already given you a chance, but unfortunately, you didn't cherish it. I said, if anyone resists, everyone will be executed, leaving no one alive." Xiang Qiuzhan said with a sneer.
"No, you misunderstood me. I'm just a little curious. Where on earth did you get the courage to offend the majesty of the temple?" Mu Hanyan shook her head and said.
"Huayu Temple, can it still be called a temple?" Xiang Qiuzhan said disdainfully.
"I understand. I'll give you a chance. If you get out of Huayu City now, you might still have a chance to survive. Of course, if you don't cherish this opportunity, you can't blame me." Mu Hanyan nodded and said with a smile.
Although she had not been in the Continent of Gods for a long time, she knew that no bandits had dared to invade the main city of the temple from ancient times to the present. On the one hand, it was because of the powerful strength of the priests, and on the other hand, it was because every temple had a core defense formation. This defense formation was called the Divine Power, and it was so powerful that it could not be resisted by mere bandits.
However, the daily blessing and repair of the God-given Power are much more difficult than other formations. Its exquisiteness and complexity are incomparable to other formations. Huayu City has fallen into such a state of decline that it can hardly keep even the last piece of farmland. Even the priests have trouble filling their stomachs. Naturally, it is impossible to keep this formation.
It was precisely because he knew this that Xiang Qiuzhan dared to lead his bandits to invade, and Zhuge Qiu dared to be so domineering.
But unfortunately, they were all wrong.
"Hahahaha, do you think that with your strength, you can still stop me, Xiang Qiuzhan?" Xiang Qiuzhan looked at the eighth-level cloud pattern on Mu Hanyan's sacrificial robe and laughed wildly.
Zhuge Qiu is a tenth-level divine priest, and he was powerless to fight back under his sword. How could he take a mere eighth-level divine priest seriously?
Mu Hanyan didn't say anything. She crossed her hands in front of her chest and slowly made a hand gesture.
A ball of light as blue as the sea, yet extremely bright and dazzling, appeared on her chest. Runes flashed by, and the spire of the temple behind her also appeared as a huge blue ball of light.
"No, retreat!" Xiang Qiuzhan's face changed and he shouted.
Even if he had never eaten pork, he had at least seen a pig run. Xiang Qiuzhan knew that this ball of light represented the temple's most powerful and core defensive formation.
Isn't it said that the Huayu Temple has lost its talent and can no longer maintain even the most basic formations and barriers? But why do they still possess the divine power?
Zhuge Qiu, Long Wudang and others were also stunned. Just as Mu Hanyan thought, they dared to act so arrogantly in the Huayu Temple because the formation of the Huayu Temple had been destroyed long ago. If the formation was still there, not to mention them, even the high priest would have to return empty-handed and even his life would be in danger.
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