Ye Xuan had a vague premonition that although he did not use the power of faith to become a god, the people's faith in him would have an extremely powerful effect on his Immortal Tribulation of the Nine Heavens.
"Become an immortal!"
"I will definitely become an immortal in the mortal world!"
Ye Xuan clenched his fists tightly. His eyes were extremely determined as he muttered to himself. Only by becoming an immortal would he be able to live forever. Only then could he truly take his first step until he ascended to the Nine Heavens and sat on the throne of the Celestial Emperor. He would be worshipped by all immortals and all living beings.
"Sir!"
All of a sudden.
Gu Beichen's body was covered in blood. He quickly entered the Azure Cloud Pavilion, and even his voice was trembling slightly.
Looking at this scene, Ye Xuan snapped out of his thoughts and frowned. "What happened?"
"Sir, we … we encountered a powerful enemy … The thirteen members of the Underworld were all killed … Fatso Huang was also captured by the enemy. I fought my way out of the encirclement and was lucky enough to survive." Gu Beichen's face was flushed red, and even his voice was trembling. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.
"Hmm?"
Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes, and a cold murderous intent flashed across his eyes. He threw a blood-red elixir directly to Gu Beichen, who quickly consumed it. The injuries in his body were gradually suppressed.
"Speak slowly. I want to know what happened."
Ye Xuan's expression was slightly sinister. Every member of the Underworld that he built was the best of the best. Every loss of a member was a great loss to the Underworld, not to mention the death of thirteen core members of the Underworld.
"Sir, according to your instructions, the members of the Underworld were divided into four groups …"
As Gu Beichen spoke, Ye Xuan's expression gradually became extremely cold. An extremely terrifying murderous intent bloomed around him, causing the temperature of the entire area to drop to freezing point.
According to Ye Xuan's instructions, the members of Underworld went to the various large factions and exterminated them, collecting a large number of cultivation manuals. In the early stages, some of the ancient martial arts aristocratic families were naturally not a match for Underworld. But when they stepped onto Little Thunderclap, they encountered a great enemy.
Just two old monks were enough to severely injure Gu Beichen. Although Fatso Huang was full of tricks, he did not expect the Lesser Thunderclap Temple to be so powerful that he was captured by the other party. As for the thirteen members of the Mansion of the Dead, they died tragically in the Lesser Thunderclap Temple.
Bang!
With a loud bang, Ye Xuan turned the stone table in front of him into dust with a single palm strike. An extremely terrifying aura of viciousness circled around him. When he opened and closed his eyes, an extremely vicious light flickered within them.
"You dare to kill my men?"
"If I don't grind your bones to dust, how can I relieve the hatred in my heart?"
Ye Xuan said cruelly. He was clearly enraged.
"Junting."
"Your subordinate is here."
"Gather the members of Underworld in Jiangnan City and follow me to the Lesser Thunderclap Temple. If we don't kill all of these old bald donkeys, won't it show that Underworld is easy to bully?"
"Yes, Sir."
The short conversation between the two made Gu Beichen hesitate. He wanted to say something but stopped himself. He said, "Sir, Fatty Huang is in the hands of these bald donkeys. I'm afraid …"
"Hmph, if Fatso Huang is killed, I'll let them have a taste of what it means to live a life worse than death," Ye Xuan said coldly.
…
The Lesser Thunderclap Temple was located in the southwest. In the divine land of the Xia Kingdom, it had stood tall for thousands of years.
Legend had it that in the distant past, when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth still existed, the Lesser Thunderclap Temple had a Buddha in charge. His Dharma spread throughout the world, causing the people of the world to revere the Lesser Thunderclap Temple.
However, with the arrival of the end of the world, the Lesser Thunderclap Temple gradually faded away from the world of mortals. There was a saying that a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. Even with the end of the world, the foundation of the Lesser Thunderclap Temple was not something that other forces could compare to.
Flowers bloomed in the warm spring and the temple was peaceful. The sound of the evening drum and morning bell could be heard. The chanting of sutras could be heard in the temple, causing one to feel as if they had fallen into a pure land of Buddhism.
Inside the temple.
An old monk with a sorrowful expression who looked to be over a hundred years old kept twirling the prayer beads in his hand. He was reciting a Diamond Sutra that had been passed down for a long time.
"Senior Brother Pudu, this Ye Xuan's cultivation is terrifying. He even spread the Blood Qi Devouring Technique to the world. The mortals in the outside world call him Divine King Ye. If I'm not mistaken, he should have already stepped into the ranks of immortal cultivators. We killed his people and imprisoned his subordinates in the Demon Suppression Tower. I'm afraid he won't let this go."
An old monk in his sixties frowned. His face was filled with worry as he spoke in a sorrowful voice.
"Although we've obtained the Blood Qi Devouring Technique, we've only just started cultivating it. We're still far from reaching the Golden Elixir Realm. If Divine King Ye comes knocking on our door, won't our Lesser Thunderclap Temple's thousands of years of heritage be destroyed?" another old monk said worriedly.
"Hmph, Junior Brother Pudu, is he worthy of being called the Divine King? He's just a demon, "the old monk Puhang roared angrily.
"That's right. This Ye Xuan massacred all the major forces at the peak of Mount Wu. It's a demon's way of doing things. Moreover, according to the rumors in the outside world, this Ye Xuan has massacred countless innocent lives. How can he be worthy of being called the Divine King?" another old monk said hatefully.
"Amitabha, it's good, it's good."
The Buddha beads in Pudu's hand stopped spinning. He slowly opened his eyes and stopped chanting. The sorrow on his face deepened.
"This Ye Xuan has killed too many people. He wants to wipe out all the forces in the world and create an epoch of his own. Our Lesser Thunderclap Temple seeks salvation for all living beings in the world. Even if our temple is destroyed, we will never compromise with the demon," the old monk Pudu said sorrowfully.
"Senior Brother, you have to think twice before you act. Our Lesser Thunderclap Temple is definitely not his match," the old monk Puzhi said with a trembling voice.
Thud, thud, thud!
Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar. A young novice monk quickly walked in front of the old monks. His forehead was covered in cold sweat and his face was extremely pale.
"Grandmasters, bad news. That Divine King Ye is leading the Underworld toward our Lesser Thunderclap Temple." The young novice monk cried out in fear. If one listened carefully, they would notice that his voice was trembling greatly.
"Amitabha, it seems that it's time to show the power of our Lesser Thunderclap Temple." The old monk Pudu put his palms together and his voice was vast and mighty.
"Senior … Senior Brother … Are you going to use the Demon Subduing Pestle?" the old monk Puzhi asked with a trembling voice.
"Senior Brother, you can't do that. The Demon Subduing Pestle is the treasure of our temple. The first patriarch left behind his last words. Unless the temple is destroyed, we must not use it."
"That's right. Why don't we return Divine King Ye's subordinates? At most, we'll give Divine King Ye the Buddhist secret scriptures as compensation. It won't be too late to kill the demon after we've mastered the Blood Qi Devouring Technique."
"Amitabha."
The old monk Pudu chanted the name of Buddha and said in a sorrowful voice, "What's to come will come. Even if our Lesser Thunderclap Temple is willing to bow down to Divine King Ye, he's a murderer. How can he let us go?"
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