Translator: 549690339
The figure of the old fiend of Netherworld gradually appeared in everyone’s field of vision. Upon hearing the words of Monks Cang Long and Fu Hu, he chuckled softly:
“Why leave? Stay, all of you. I never have too many spare bodies. I just didn’t expect to encounter soone with such great flowing qi in such a remote place, and a woman at that. How rare!”
Monk Fu Hu stood firm, a faint golden glow emanating from his skin. Mysterious sutras circulated continuously on its surface, looking at the purple-robed old man’s face, feeling increasingly uneasy.
It seed as if he had seen the old man’s headshot sowhere.
However, it wasn’t difficult to guess from the other party’s words that he was a repeat offender, the Devil, who had undoubtedly committed nurous heinous cris like killing and seizing people’s bodies before.
“The old fiend of Netherworld.”
Monk Fu Hu couldn’t recognize the old man, but Monk Cang Long had called out his na imdiately, revealing an extrely solemn tone in his voice. Unlike Fu Hu, Cang Long frequently read a lot of Buddhist Scriptures and other introductions on demons and devil cultivators, and so could identify the old fiend of Netherworld at a glance.
“The old fiend of Netherworld?”
Upon receiving this information, Monk Fu Hu’s gaze shrank suddenly.
Of course, he was familiar with this na. Although he didn’t recognize the man himself, the na was too familiar.
“Sister! He is that Devil!”
Looking at the old man, Pei Xiangyun was filled with fear, cautiously saying.
Hearing this, Yu Qinghan’s gaze was filled with murderous intent, tightly gripping her long halberd, coldly saying, “Respected monks, I’m afraid I can’t leave.”
“Your Highness, you can’t.”
Monk Fu Hu earnestly advised, “This devil is extrely vicious, delighting in seizing the souls of others. He is skilled in the Soul Transference Technique, choosing promising sect disciples and creating substitutes for them to survive for thousands of years, causing the death of geniuses from all sects. He is ranked high on the list of those who must be killed. Even we can’t be sure, so we must act within our limits!”
Hearing them talking about his past deeds right in front of him, the old fiend of Netherworld couldn’t help but scoff:
“If you’re afraid, why not do yourselves a favor and hand over the woman to ? If I can absorb her flowing qi and essence completely, I might consider sparing you both.”
Toward the end, the old fiend of Netherworld’s face revealed a ruthless expression, and underneath his eerie smile, there was a hint of excitent.
In his eyes, Yu Qinghan looked like a delicious delicacy.
Before enjoying her, he must tornt her thoroughly.
Watching the so-called geniuses beg for rcy was one of his great pleasures in becoming a devil.
He had been practicing many techniques, but mainly raised his cultivation by absorbing geniuses. He could only maintain his levels by continuously pursuing excellent young cultivators.
For ordinary people, this would be considered an evil deed, but the old fiend enjoyed it imnsely.
Sotis, when he couldn’t find suitable candidates, he would only rely on numbers, killing the disciples of a sect to satisfy his cultivation requirents.
Now that he had t Yu Qinghan — such an exquisite art piece with both appearance and talent – he couldn’t help but salivate.
Upon hearing the devil’s words, Yu Qinghan imdiately understood his intentions and why her husband had been targeted by the devil.
No young, powerful cultivator could escape this devil’s sight.
Her cold eyes looked towards Monks Cang Long and Fu Hu, uncertain of their choice.
The monks claid they would protect her well, but who could know if they would sacrifice their lives for her?
Both monks were no match for the old fiend of Netherworld.
It was not impossible for them to abandon her and run away alone, leaving her behind.
After all, this was an unbeatable enemy.
But if it really happened, she wouldn’t bla them.
She had long decided that she must take revenge for her husband.
If she couldn’t, then she would die.
If she was to die, she would die with her husband!
Monk Fu Hu’s plump body stood in front of Yu Qinghan, the Buddhist beads in his hand emitting a golden glow, floating up.
They ford a circle around Yu Qinghan’s body. Fu Hu’s aura continued to surge, his yellow-brown monk’s robe fluttering in the wind. He clasped his hands together and said:
“Amitabha, Your Highness has underestimated us. The abbot’s orders are like the words of the Buddha, which cannot be disobeyed. Moreover, as one lives in the world, they should never act unjustly, fearing no life or death. It’s rightly said that if I don’t go to hell, who will? Therefore, we will swear to protect Your Highness’ safety, undaunted by the prospect of death. On top of that, Xia Country has been kind to our Buddhist sect, causing our influence to flourish. For these reasons, we will garrison ourselves here.”
Yu Qinghan displayed a look of surprise, clearly not expecting the monks to be more dependable than she thought. They were able to utter such righteous words in the face of a formidable old devil.
People say that Buddhist cultivators are unfeeling, but it seems that this is not entirely true.
The old fiend of Netherworld’s face showed impatience and anger, no longer wasting ti and launching an attack directly.
“Hmph! You’re all ignorant! So you can all die together!”
A terrifying oppressive force swept over them, attacking the three and the surrounding soldiers.
In just a mont, the soldiers guarding the area had all fallen to the ground, faces twisted in anguish. With a bang, their bodies exploded into a bloody mist.
Facing such oppression.
Monk Fu Hu remained calm, having been prepared for this..
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