2669: C2669 The Death of Withered Mountain Temple

C2669 The Death of Withered Mountain Temple

After Jiang Ting entered the main hall of the Dry Mountain Temple, he looked at the numerous monks and unleashed a sword light with a smile on his face.

"How dare you!" The monk who was attacked instantly became furious.

Immediately after, a burst of Buddhist light rose up. Clearly, compared to the monk guarding the mountain gate, the monk here wasn't simple.

Unfortunately, as Jiang Ting's sword light approached, his Buddhist light was instantly broken. After that, the sword light smoothly wiped off the monk's neck, causing him to lose his head on the spot.

The corpse turned into a dried corpse in an instant.

More than half of the monk instantly became furious. "Evil Devil Dao! How dare you trespass into my Dry Mountain Temple! You are courting death!"

"Martial Uncle... How is this possible? How can you be so arrogant?!" The remaining monks became bewildered, only to faintly see a faint trace of fear.

Boundless Qi, Break All Laws! In this ghost world, cultivators and cultivators were most afraid of the Boundless Qi and Great Zhou's fate. This was because regardless of whether it was the Great Zhou's fate or the Vast Qi, they could suppress them to the point of being suppressed. They had no power to fight back.

"This benefactor is surrounded by Yin Qi and the Qi of Blood. I think he must be the person mentioned by the Door of Dao three days ago, Benefactor Jiang Ting."

Following the gentle Sanskrit, an old monk walked out of the hall. "You are no match for him. Step back."

When the monks heard this, many of their eyes were filled with astonishment. However, they still retreated.

"Withdraw?"

After pausing for a moment, a hint of mockery appeared in Jiang Ting's eyes. "Withered Mountain Temple, which has a radius of several miles, how are you going to retreat?"

"Clank, clank, clank..." In an instant, more than a hundred sword lights rose up.

This wave of sword light had consumed more than half of Hong Lian's strength and mind.

"Quickly dodge!" The old monk's face was filled with shock.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Ah..."

"No... don't..."

"Why... why..."

Huuuu...

Miserable screams rang out one after another as more than a hundred sword beams swept through the air.

Wherever the sword lights passed, endless blood would definitely appear. No matter how these monks resisted, as long as the sword beams got close, under the suppression of the vast natural energy, all Buddhist Dharma would instantly disappear.

The old monk was furious. "Jiang Ting!"

"What's the matter?" Jiang Ting slowly raised his head.

As he raised his head, the screams came to an end. Except for the old monk, no one else was alive.

Of course, there might still be people hiding in the surroundings, but Jiang Ting didn't care anymore.

The old monk's body began to tremble. His eyes were about to split open. "Why did you attack my Dry Mountain Temple?"

It was no wonder that he could not be blamed. Jiang Ting suddenly came to his door and destroyed the entire Dry Mountain Temple without saying a word. However, there might still be a lot of people living in Dry Mountain Temple in the dark.

But now, it was different from being destroyed. Almost all of the higher ups were killed by Jiang Ting. Even if there were still survivors, they were still alive. It's just some weak Sami or something.

"There's no reason. Is this your last words?" Countless sword lights returned to Jiang Ting's body. At the same time, they brought endless essence, energy, and spirit.

Hong Lian felt as if she had taken a great tonic. In an instant, her strength had increased tremendously.

"Last words?" The old monk looked at the dried corpses all over the ground and silently waited for his death.

However, what surprised him was that Jiang Ting didn't make a move.

After a moment of silence, the old monk said softly, "This old monk Hui Ming, benefactor, why don't you continue to make a move?"

Jiang Ting found a stool and sat down. "Although I am not a good person, I generally respect good people. Although you will die for sure, with your safe and sound attitude, I am willing to let you leave behind your last words."

"Before the mountain was sealed, I admitted that I did not cause any trouble. I have also benefited a region and received praise from the people."

After saying that, Hui Ming sat cross-legged on the ground. "Benefactor, if you have committed a heinous crime, this old monk has nothing to say... but benefactor, since you are filled with boundless energy, why did you attack my Dry Mountain Temple?"

Jiang Ting shook his head slightly. "I said, there is no reason."

The sword light rose.

Hui Ming was silent for a while before he sighed. "Benefactor's energy is not as vast as I have seen. Instead, it is more like some sort of cultivation method. ... I have also received a message from the Sky Cloud Martial School. Benefactor wants to enter the imperial city to kill demons. I never thought that now..."

"I am not leaving you any last words. I am not asking you to talk nonsense." Jiang Ting's face turned cold.

With a swoosh, the sword light tore through the sky, and a wisp of majestic qi wrapped around the sword light.

Hui Ming instinctively prepared to activate the Buddha Light to resist, but after sensing the energy, he dispersed the Buddha Light with a bit of disappointment.

The sword light entered his body. Very quickly, Hui Ming turned into a dried corpse.

"Withered Mountain Temple is gone?" When the sword light returned, Hong Lian's voice was filled with astonishment and disbelief.

"They were suppressed by the overwhelming pressure, it's too serious."

Pausing for a moment, Jiang Ting said softly, "Their path is too seriously flawed."

Wasn't that so? If he hadn't come to this ghost world, Jiang Ting would never have known that the world would have such a terrifying restraint.

Even the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire and earth were counteracting each other. However, that restraint was only a slight suppression. It was not like this at this moment. Under the vast natural energy, all methods would have to retreat.

The problem with this world had become much greater.

Of course, he was not interested in the path of this world. His only interest was to re-condense the Heavenly Dao to remove the seal and obtain the world's source.

"Young Master, I've become the Thousand Year Ghost King!" Hong Lian's voice was suddenly filled with joy.

"Ghost King..." Jiang Ting looked around and his gaze became strange.

This so-called thousand years of skill was really exaggerated. As for how powerful it was, he didn't know. All he knew was that Hong Lian's current skill was still as different as the difference between heaven and earth from the first stage of the Mortal Force.

Of course, the so-called Mortal Force was only the Mortal Force of the Origin World.

In the Origin World, if there were no rules, then it was the Mortal Force!

The so-called gods, immortals, buddhas, and so on. In the Origin World, it was just a collective name for the path before the rules, and it did not have any meaning.

"Let's go to the next one." As he spoke, Jiang Ting's figure flashed and quickly left the Dry Mountain Temple. All that was left was a pile of dried corpses.

"Martial Uncle..."

"Master..."1

"Master..."

Following the sounds of grief, many monks appeared around Withered Mountain Temple.

Compared to the monks who had been killed, their strength was very low.

"Senior Brother, what should we do? ... Wuwu..." Amidst the sorrowful cries, many monks turned to look at the scene. To a much older monk.

The older monk pretended to be strong. "Let's... let's go. If that devil comes back and sees that we're not dead, he'll definitely kill us."

He did not know that it was not that Jiang Ting did not see them, but he was just too lazy to kill them.

After all, as long as the upper and middle ranks were eliminated, it would be considered a total annihilation. As for the lower ranks... it was insignificant.

...

After leaving the vicinity of the Wilted Mountain Temple, Hong Lian appeared once again.

With just a glance, Jiang Ting noticed that Hong Lian's body temperature had started to rise. She was getting closer and closer to a normal person. He had never seen any other Ghost Kings in this world. He wasn't sure if this was a normal change of the Ghost King.

"Young Master, where are we going next?" Hong Lian's voice was getting softer and softer.

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