Chapter 1201
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With the fall of the other Northern Dipper Star Gods, the Dubhe Divine Cosmos gained even more spiritual resources.
The most famous monks in the Dubhe Divine Cosmos were their Arhats.
Twelve Earthly Branch Arhats and ten Heavenly Dipper Arhats.
Their cultivation base had advanced by leaps and bounds in a short period of time. Countless sects had offered them top grade immortal items. They didn't need to do anything. All they had to do was sit on the Arhat Stage and wait for the mountains of spiritual items to be fed to them.
It didn't matter if their aptitude and comprehension were low. Under the baptism of enormous spiritual resources, their cultivation naturally improved by leaps and bounds.
Wisps of reddish-gold light enveloped their bodies. Every time one of the Dubhe Arhats went missing, there would be one more. There would always be twenty-two of them.
At this time, a one-eyed Arhat slowly stood up from the Arhat Stage.
In front of this one-eyed Arhat stood a hundred white monks. These white monks were also godly experts of various large domains. They all wore white linen clothes. In order to show their piety, no matter what path they cultivated, they had all shaved their heads.
"Go see if there's anyone who doesn't abide by the rules," said the one-eyed Arhat.
Three white linen clothed monks walked towards the Candlelight Street of the Great Path of Worship.
Candlelight Street was filled with golden candles in every house and every shop.
The burly white monk quickly noticed that one of the candles in front of the shop had been broken. He walked in fiercely and kicked the wooden door, smashing it to pieces.
"The candles can't be broken. If they're broken, it's disrespect to our God!" said the burly white monk coldly.
"This humble one was careless and will continue. This humble one went to feed the children porridge just now and didn't see that the candles were extinguished …" The shop owner ran out from behind.
"Careless??"
"It seems that you don't realize the seriousness of your actions. Our God allowed you to live and work here in peace and contentment, but you forgot such an important matter!" The burly white monk took a big step forward.
He stretched out his huge palm and grabbed the shopkeeper's head with his bare hands. Then, he lifted the shopkeeper up!
The strong white monk threw the innkeeper out of the house, throwing him heavily onto Candle Flame Street.
White Monk was a Deity. Dealing with mortals was as easy as swatting flies.
This fall broke several of the innkeeper's bones and caused him to spit out blood.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson!" The sturdy white monk raised his fist and smashed it down on the shopkeeper's knee.
The power of this punch was so great that only the horrifying sound of bones breaking could be heard, followed by the shop owner's shrill scream that resounded through the whole Candle Street.
"Spare me, spare me, Supreme Venerable One!!" The innkeeper wailed.
"Spare your life? I'm not trying to kill you. I'm just trying to make you understand that it's your fault for not worshipping the gods in time. You have to be punished for your sins!" said the sturdy white monk.
With that, the monk raised his fist again and smashed down on the shopkeeper's other leg.
Inside the store, the sound of a child crying could be heard.
The people on the street didn't dare to watch the brutal scene.
The candlelight was holy, the pagodas were translucent, and the whole city was shining brilliantly …
"Boom!!!"
All of a sudden, a pagoda standing in the middle of the street exploded. Pieces of bricks and tiles scattered on the street.
"Someone destroyed the pagoda! Someone destroyed the pagoda!!" someone yelled.
The three monks in white linen robes immediately turned around and ran towards the pagoda.
The pagoda had been reduced to ruins. A man slowly walked toward the monks from the ruins, followed by a black dragon. The black dragon didn't know what respect was. It opened its mouth and spat out dragon flames at the statues, burning them to ashes in an instant!
The sturdy white monk glared at the dragon master furiously.
He said coldly, "You have to break at least two of your legs and destroy the pagodas and statues before the candles are lit. Do you know what kind of sin you have committed?"
"Let's hear it," the dragon master said.
"First, throw them into an ice prison and freeze them for three days and three nights. Then, carry them to the end of the street and let the worshippers step on them one by one. Do you know what it feels like to have your flesh and blood stiffen like a piece of ice before being stepped on by the worshippers? Do you know what it feels like to watch your body fall to the ground like mechanical parts?" the sturdy monk in white sackcloth said.
"Is that so? What's the punishment for killing Hua Chou? Tell me about it."
"What … what did you say? You … you … even the most severe punishment isn't enough for you to be forgiven!" the three monks were infuriated.
"I'm not going to forgive you either!" Zhu Minglang waved his hand.
The Smelting Lily Black Dragon raised its claw and slammed it down on the three white monks!
The three monks were only trying to intimidate others. There was no way they could withstand the violent claw of the dragon master of the Godly Dragon Sect.
He raised his claws and slapped them again and again. He slapped them down heavily. The simple and crude force broke all the bones of the three white monks. Before long, the entire Candle Street was filled with the miserable screams of the three white monks. They were even more miserable than the shop owner's.
Zhu Minglang went straight to the Arhat Tower. He took care of the three little Luos with ease.
However, the other monks soon arrived after hearing the news.
All ninety-seven monks were on the move. They spread out on both sides of the path Zhu Minglang was taking.
Zhu Minglang did not mind them. He kept moving forward.
As long as there was a white monk in front of it, they would be smashed to death by the Smelting Lava Dragon!
Ordinary worshippers were not allowed to get close to the Arhat Tower. They did not dare to fight with the special status of the white monks. Behind Zhu Minglang, a large number of people gathered on the street. They raised their heads and looked at Zhu Minglang in disbelief as he walked up the Arhat Tower like a killing god!
The Arhat Tower was like a huge altar in the middle of a bustling city. The twenty-two Arhat Towers were like fortresses and checkpoints. If one wanted to enter the Forest of God Pagodas, they had to go through these Arhat Towers!
They were here to assassinate Hua Chou.
In fact, their assassination method was to kill their way through!
God Xuan Ge's existence made any assassination plan meaningless. This God Slaying Path was filled with difficulties. The only way was to use corpses and blood to pave the way!
This was the first Arhat Tower.
Zhu Minglang killed a person on the Arhat Tower.
As for the others, they would use different methods to clear the obstacles ahead for Zhu Minglang. However, Zhu Minglang himself had to walk this path.
With God Xuan Ge's prediction, it was meaningless for him to hide in the dark.
On the copper lotus on the Arhat Tower, a one-eyed Arhat wearing white hemp clothes was sitting upright.
The Arhat's eye had been cut out. He did not wear an eye patch. Instead, his empty and twisted eye socket was exposed. No matter if he was wearing white clothes or holding prayer beads, he could not hide the ferocious aura he emitted.
He did not look like a Buddha. He looked more like a wild beast that had been injured. His single eye was glaring at Zhu Minglang with poisonous light.
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