Xia Xin, hearing the words, replied directly, "I am the only legitimate heir of Jiaoyang Temple. If Jiaoyang Temple truly faces any crisis, I will certainly live and die with it."
Fu’er cursed in his heart and looked at Xia Xin with a slightly different gaze.
Originally, he rely regarded Xia Xin as a re child.
In this mont, he genuinely considered Xia Xin as the heir of Jiaoyang Temple.
Fu’er imdiately glanced at Master Wu, speaking in a deep voice, "The Yin Energy has enveloped Jiaoyang Temple, like a barrier. From outside, they shouldn’t be able to see what’s happening around Jiaoyang Temple, so it won’t cause panic."
Master Wu muttered, "Then, what’s the situation now?"
Before Fu’er could respond.
Everyone heard the sound of horse hooves.
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop—
Accompanied by cries of battle.
Xia Xin imdiately felt a familiar sensation.
Everyone seed to be suddenly pulled onto a battlefield, followed by a loud noise, as if a pair of hooves were fiercely kicking on the grand door of Jiaoyang Temple.
Master Wu’s heart jumped violently, "What kind of disturbance is this? Damn it!"
Before Master Wu could finish his words, the door was struck again.
The entire door seed to tremble.
A light screen in front of the door also seed to shake, as if it were about to break open.
Seeing this scene, Fu’er cursed under his breath, took out several talismans, and quickly threw them onto the door.
These talismans were arranged with great care, and an enhanced protective array imdiately unfolded on the door.
However, the clattering of the iron hooves outside was relentless.
Showing no signs of stopping.
Listening to this familiar sound, Xia Xin’s heart skipped a beat, "I think... I know who it is..."
Fu’er, sensing the familiar aura, gritted his teeth, "I know too! Xia Xin, didn’t you just say that the Ghost King from Dangshan has escaped?"
Xia Xin nodded heavily, "Yes..."
Fu’er snorted coldly, "Then it’s definitely him!"
Hundreds of years ago, Fu’er had a brief encounter with the Ghost King and was very familiar with his aura.
From the start, he felt this aura was familiar as if he’d encountered it sowhere before.
The mont Xia Xin spoke, Fu’er understood in his heart.
Master Wu was extrely frightened, "But isn’t the Ghost King supposed to be at Dangshan? How did he suddenly co to Jiaoyang Temple in F City?"
Xia Xin asked suspiciously, "Unless... he knows I’ve returned... but hasn’t he always targeted the Abbot? Why is he chasing after this ti?"
"Bang, bang, bang!"
No one had ti to figure this point out.
The door banged loudly, the panels trembling.
Cracks like a spider web appeared in the surrounding light screen.
The surrounding Yin Energy and Evil Qi shot skyward.
The entire brightness within Jiaoyang Temple dimd even further.
It was as if darkness had enveloped, leaving only a little light.
Witnessing this, Fu’er’s eyelid twitched, "Shit!"
He couldn’t care for much else and imdiately dashed toward the entrance.
At the sa ti, his soul detached from the paper figure.
The mont he left his body, his Cultivation Base seed to enhance significantly.
Xia Xin knew clearly in his heart, that without the shackles of a human form, Fu’er was finally able to restore his full Cultivation Base.
Fu’er rushed to the doorway, forming a seal with his hands, and imdiately a symbol unfolded on the grand door.
At that instant, the surrounding Evil Qi seed to be suppressed considerably.
But the next second...
Like a rebound, the Evil Qi rather quickly grew again.
Xia Xin and Master Wu suddenly felt their souls trembling, as if a heavy weight pressed down upon their lungs.
The air in their lungs seed to be squeezed out little by little.
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