359: C359 Devil Cult Ye Motian

C359 Devil Cult Ye Motian

A long time ago, the ancients left behind a description of burial. They thought that it was the same as burial, water burial, and cremation, a type of belief. A way to express the grief towards the dead, it was essentially a social cultural phenomenon.

For example, the "Zhou Yi Series Biography had records: Ancient Zang buried people with thick clothing with a salary, buried in the wilderness, not sealing trees."

However, the change on the platform revealed another meaning...

The few corpses seemed to have been around for a long time, but there were no signs of decay at all. The Western Regions was known as the place closest to the sun, under the scorching sun. Instead, it reflected a metallic lustre. This was simply turning into a demon!

"Interesting. There are actually still unformed zombies at the top of the Holy Mountain. Just where did this collection come from?"

The young man's face carried a trace of ridicule. He did not continue forward and instead quietly waited for things to change.

In his opinion, this was an exorcism ceremony. However, the murderous aura contained in these corpses was too strong. The Three-headed Divine Eagle had yet to fully mature and did not dare to come down and devour them.

The blazing sun was high in the sky. Those corpses actually struggled to get up. Accompanied by the increasingly urgent cries of the eagles, it made people's hearts turn cold.

"Creak..."

Just as the change was about to happen, the temple's door opened and a middle-aged monk walked out.

There was a ferocious scar on his face and he held a Buddhist prayer bead in his hand. However, he did not have the compassion of an ordinary Buddhist. Instead, he gave off a ferocious aura.

"Evil creature!"

He shouted out with a stern voice, and it seemed as if he'd struck a bolt of lightning in the clear sky. He waved his palm, and an incomparably enormous azure palm print pressed down. Those corpses struggled a few times, and even though they possessed copper skin and iron bones, they were still unable to resist this kind of force. They all turned into powder, and completely disappeared from the world.

"What a Green Wood Palm Technique!"

"Great Master Fo Tucheng's palm force is so strong that I'm afraid no one in the world can match it."

At this moment, a young man wearing a black dragon robe let out a long roar. He jumped up from the cliff and arrived in front of the monk.

There were only a handful of people in the present world who could call out the name of this monk. After all, the Western Regions was a remote place, far away from the turmoil of the Jianghu. However, not only did this uninvited guest recognize him, he also seemed to know quite a bit about the divine ability he had used just now.

Fo Tucheng sized up this young man for a while. Suddenly, a trace of fierceness flashed across his eyes. He waved his palm, bringing with it a majestic force. He actually wanted to kill this young man!

"Black Evil Fist!"

The young man sneered. He had already prepared for this. The devilish Qi on his body burst out, and his fist landed on Fo Tucheng's palm. The terrifying force created a violent whirlwind, and almost caused the three divine eagles to suffer.

Both of them had reached the peak of Tribulation Stage. With their full strength, a strange scene appeared in the sky above the temple. Half of it was green, and the other half was black. Both of them were evenly matched.

"Who are you? Why did you trespass the temple?"

After the exchange, Fo Tucheng calmed down. At his level, he only needed one round to make a clear judgment.

This young man's skill was not inferior to his. If the two of them were to fight to the death, not to mention who would win first, this temple would definitely not be able to protect itself.

"Devil Cult, Ye Motian!"

Ye Motian's body carried an imposing manner that looked down on the world. It was consistent with the legends. A man like him who had attained great achievements at such a young age would have the chance to break through to the Deification Stage!

"Great Era is about to arrive. Great master, do you think hiding in this temple is the solution? Why don't you go down the mountain and work together with me?"

"Today, I will be the hero. Only the Lord and the f * * k the ears!"

He had inquired about Fo Tucheng's whereabouts and finally found his whereabouts in a remote place in the Western Region. If such a powerful help could be taken under his command, it would definitely make him as powerful as a tiger, and he was determined to get it.

"Amitabha!"

"This poor monk has already retired from the Pugilistic World. I don't know anyone from the Devil Cult. Please return, sir!"1

Fo Tucheng's expression didn't change after hearing Ye Motian's identity. He turned around and walked towards the temple, ignoring Ye Motian's entanglement.

In order to achieve his goal, Ye Motian had created a blood catastrophe in the martial world. Everyone thought that this person had died a long time ago. Who would have thought that not only was this person alive, his cultivation base had also become even more unfathomable.

"Shaolin Temple has become the greatest sect in the world. The abbot has also taken the position of the Martial World's Alliance Master. Could it be that Great Master has forgotten the shame of the past?"

At this moment, Ye Motian's words came from behind, causing Fo Tucheng to suddenly stop in his tracks.

He remained silent for a long time before he finally sighed and closed his eyes.

"Amitabha..."

Yanjing University, Department of Archaeology.

After the bell rang, a pair of male and female attendants walked out of the classroom. Jiang Muwan held Shen Qingfeng's arm and looked like she was in a good mood.

During this period of time, they had returned to their normal school life. Currently, their studies were not very tense. Apart from their grades, they often went to the unnamed lakeside for a walk. It had become a special scenery.

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