After Tang Yecheng and Xiang Sheng separated, they followed the huge pilgrim group to the most lively Shengji Temple in the city center.
As the first temple of Chanji, due to the huge amount of incense burning every day, this temple is divided into two halls, inner and outer, to transmit incense. Usually, pilgrims only worship the Chanji statue in the outer temple.
Incense is passed through the outer hall and stored in the larger statue of Ji in the inner hall.
Thanks to this, Tang Yecheng did not have to perform a trick to replace the statue of Sheng Ji in public. He only needed to replace the statue of Sheng Ji in the inner hall, and 90% of the incense power accumulated in the city for decades would be gone.
As his thoughts turned, Tang Yecheng made a hand gesture to hide his figure, easily deceiving the sight of the secular temple keepers and entering the inner hall.
As soon as he stepped over the threshold, Tang Yecheng waved his hand to set up a soundproof barrier, covering the entire inner hall, and the noise from the outer hall instantly disappeared from his ears.
The hall was dimly lit with flickering candlelight. In front of the incense table filled with offerings, a pure gold statue about four meters tall was shining brightly. The golden statue had lowered eyebrows and looked kind and solemn.
Looking through the eyes that had opened a tiny slit, the ocean-like power of incense was surging inside, and even someone as strong as Tang Yecheng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
The power of this incense is so great! If Xiang Sheng were still alive, and used this incense to cultivate the divine way at this moment, his cultivation would immediately advance by leaps and bounds, and he would become the only divine cultivator in the Dongzhou cultivation world who entered the Dao through incense.
This thought flashed through his mind, and his hands moved quickly. He flicked his sleeves and took out four talismans with a faint purple glow. He poured his true energy into them and threw them out. The talismans flew out and landed at the four corners of the statue.
As soon as the talisman landed on the ground, purple light immediately spread and connected, forming two lines intersecting at right angles, and the statue of Sheng Ji was at the intersection of the two lines.
The purple light continued to spread until the ground occupied by the statue of Sheng Ji was completely dyed purple, and the ground suddenly made a slight "crack" sound.
As soon as this sound came out, the power of the incense in the outer hall was immediately blocked outside the purple intention.
Sheng Ji seemed to tremble, shaking the incense table to the ground, and finally it became quiet. The power of the incense was completely withdrawn, and the divine light dimmed.
Tang Yecheng's expression relaxed slightly upon seeing this. Just as he was about to go up and put the statue of Sheng Ji into the storage ring, a sachet hanging around his waist suddenly exploded with a bang!
A cold fragrance wafted into Tang Yecheng's nose, and his vision instantly shattered like a mirror. A black-robed monk appeared out of thin air not far in front of him, moving towards the statue of Sheng Ji.
His expression changed slightly, and without saying a word, he burst out his true energy, and his punch turned into a mountain shadow and smashed towards the strange monk.
The black-robed monk didn't seem to expect that Tang Yecheng could break through the illusion and see him. He was careless and was hit by a punch and flew backwards.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tang Yecheng flashed to the front of the statue and put it into his storage ring.
The unfamiliar cultivator who had just stood up saw this scene, his face immediately darkened, and he whispered, "Demon Blade, why don't you attack?!"
Tang Yecheng took the statue away and did not want to get entangled with the strange monk. He was about to leave, but he saw a sharp blade coming from afar, quickly occupying his pupils, and with a slash of the blade, a raging sea of fire ensued!
Tang Yecheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and a mountain-shaped magic weapon quickly appeared in his palm. His hands withdrew and turned into a heavy mountain.
The flaming blade struck the mountain, making a terrifying sound.
Tang Yecheng's face turned pale, and he took a deep breath to resist the magic weapon, but the opponent was relentless and the flaming sword was unstoppable, one after another, each one heavier than the last.
Tang Yecheng was beaten back step by step, his knuckles were cracked and blood was spilled.
The opponent is gaining momentum, and if he continues like this, I will die!
Tang Yecheng's face turned pale. Without hesitation, he suddenly shouted, "Explode!"
boom!
The mountain magic weapon suddenly exploded, and Tang Yecheng suffered a backlash, vomiting blood and flying backwards. The monk called the Demonic Knife was also in pain, and retreated while holding his chest.
The black-robed monk did not help upon seeing this, but instead tried his best to strengthen the barrier to prevent the movement here from leaking out.
"As expected of a true disciple of the Thousand Star Palace, you can actually survive a single blow from me."
Mo Dao steadied his body and sneered when he saw Tang Yecheng with blood in his mouth.
Tang Yecheng's face was grim. He covered his left hand with his sleeve and touched the communication talisman. He poured his thoughts into it but it was like a drop in the ocean, with no reaction at all.
"Tang Zhenchuan, give up."
The black-robed monk laughed, "With the Ten Directions Isolation Formation in place, you will die silently today, and not a single piece of news will be able to get out."
“Ahem…”
Tang Yecheng struggled to stand up, looking at the two people in front of him silently, his heart slowly sinking.
There were two people in the late Jindan stage, and one of them was a sword cultivator with astonishing destructive power. The defensive spells that he was proud of had no advantage in front of him.
If there were no large formation, he could still try to escape and report the news, but now... he couldn't see a glimmer of hope.
This thought flashed through his mind, but Tang Yecheng remained calm, saying, "You two seniors look unfamiliar. Could it be that you are new to the Demon Palace? The Demon Palace is now widely hated in Dongzhou. Why don't you abandon the dark and join the light, so as to avoid being liquidated by our five major sects and facing certain death in the future?"
As soon as these words came out, the black-robed monk laughed, "As expected of a Thousand Star Palace's true disciple, he can still remain calm in this critical moment. Quite interesting."
Demon Knife snorted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, kill him quickly!"
The black-robed monk was scolded by his colleagues, but he did not get angry. He just sighed and said, "What a pity! If you hadn't exposed my illusion, maybe I could have escaped alive like the others."
Tang Yecheng was shocked when he heard this. What does this mean?
"Wang Xun, you talk too much."
Mo Dao's eyes became dangerous. If he hadn't just used his ultimate move and his disordered true energy was still calming down, he might have been unable to resist stabbing his colleague.
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