"Hmph." Zuo Lingxuan snorted coldly and said, "So what if he's a Golden Immortal? It's a pity that time waits for no one, otherwise I would let you see with your own eyes how a Golden Immortal was killed by a Heavenly Immortal."
Tushan Ghost King was somewhat shocked when he heard this. The fact that Zuo Lingxuan dared to say this was enough to prove that he did have the means to deal with a Golden Immortal.
Could it be that he had some kind of fortuitous encounter and obtained some powerful magic weapon?
But thinking about it carefully, it doesn't make sense. A powerful magic weapon? How powerful would it be? At least it has to be an acquired treasure.
Because although the top-grade immortal treasures are enough to deal with a Golden Immortal, the head of Xuanming Temple, Lu Mingzi, is also a famous Taoist Golden Immortal for many years. Doesn’t he have top-grade immortal treasures in his hands?
You are the chief of a tribe of wild demons and a celestial being. How can you compare your background with that of the great Taoist masters?
But when the Tushan Ghost King was brought to the depths of the cave, he finally understood. He not only understood why Zuo Lingxuan dared to speak such big words, but also understood why he wanted to steal Mengpo Soup.
In the deepest cave hall of the cave, there is a seven-foot-tall statue. The statue is black all over, covered with rust, and even has bloodstains on it.
The image of the deity is also rather confusing, or "chaotic", appearing blurry and unclear.
In front of the statue, two Xuanxian realm female demons from the Tushan tribe were standing in front of a big pot, and they kept scooping the soup from the pot into bowls, and then let the Tushan ghost souls who were brought here by the Tushan tribe's demon cultivators drink it.
"Meng Po soup?" said the Ghost King Tushan, looking at the magical soup in the two pots.
The souls who were forced to drink Meng Po soup were quickly cleansed of their memories and sins, and turned into "white households". Then they were escorted to the statue in a daze.
Then the statue opened its bloody mouth full of fangs and sucked in the "cleansed" souls below. Those souls were instantly eaten by the statue.
“Evil God!”
Seeing this scene, Tushan Ghost King was completely confused and immediately shouted at Zuo Lingxuan, "Are you offering sacrifices to the evil god?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the divine power of the Immortal Official Jade Book in the Tushan Ghost King's soul immediately poured out and suppressed the statue in an instant.
But when the divine power fell on the evil god statue, the evil god statue suddenly flashed a fairy light, and then the entire body of the statue suddenly turned from black to white, turning into a holy and bright white fox statue.
The divine power of Tushan Ghost King seemed to have lost its target at this moment, and quickly withdrew from his soul. However, the statue emitted a white light and hit Tushan Ghost King, instantly knocking him to the ground, with his whole body twitching.
It was unknown how long it took before the Tushan Ghost King woke up, but the moment he woke up, he became extremely confused and stupid.
"His memories have all been changed. We will send him and the soup base of Meng Po back to the ghost cave later." The evil god who turned into a white fox statue spoke.
Zuo Lingxuan nodded, then said, "And the ghost soldiers and ghost messengers from Tushan Ghost Cave."
The evil god said, "Don't worry."
As the evil god's voice fell, thousands of white lights suddenly emanated from his body. He quickly flew out of the cave and into the Tushan ghost cave.
Soon, all the ghost soldiers and ghost officials who were trapped in the Tushan ghost cave by Zuo Lingxuan's magic power were knocked to the ground by the white light, and all their memories were sucked away by the evil god's divine power.
"Okay, we can send some of them to the underworld." The evil god said slowly.
Zuo Lingxuan nodded, then asked the two female demon fairies who were distributing Meng Po soup, "How many dead souls are there?"
The two female demon fairies said, "To the clan leader, there are only a little over 300 left."
"Hurry up and put all the unused Mengpo soup base back into the ghost cave." Zuo Lingxuan ordered.
The two female demon fairies bowed and replied, "Yes, clan leader."
At this time, Zuo Lingxuan frowned again and asked the evil god, "How are you now?"
The evil god said, "I feel great now. Meng Po soup is really effective in washing away ghosts. I'm not afraid of divine power anymore! And this white fox statue looks great too. I like it very much. From now on, you can call me the White Fox God."
Zuo Lingxuan felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this. After all, his Tushan tribe was a fox clan, and he felt a little bit uncomfortable about letting an evil god use the identity of a white fox.
But Zuo Lingxuan just nodded. After all, he needed this evil god. What he had said to the Tushan Ghost King before about emulating the great achievements of King Yu were all later. What he had to do now was to destroy the Xuanming Temple and avenge the Tushan tribe for more than two thousand years!
(End of this chapter)
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