Hearing the shout, everyone turned their heads and saw an astounding scene.
That bronze person's body suddenly moved. Under the mask shrouded in shadow, a cryptic and ancient tone came. His body was like a snake twisting in a strange posture.
If he had a thread of doubt before that the person wearing the mask was a descendant of the Sun, now he was completely sure of the other's identity.
Two hundred pieces of fifth-grade jingshi!
Everyone's gazes turned from shock to terror.
His movements were extremely fast. It was not the first time he had done something like this. Naturally, his efficiency was astounding.
This … … this … … this … …
This material was really good!
It really was clean … … Zuo Mo didn't even leave behind the last piece of cloth.
A hoarse laugh came from under the mask, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a gasp. Zuo Mo struggled to jerk his lips. He wanted to laugh but every muscle was sore. Even the muscles in his cheeks were sore. If he moved, it would be a heart-wrenching pain.
The golden feather made from fragmented golden energy moved with Zuo Mo's hands and drew out cryptic and hard to understand trajectories in the air.
Looking at the people in front of him that were like statues, Zuo Mo couldn't help but give a smug and regretful laugh.
Everyone unconsciously stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes towards the depths of the shen temple. Everyone jumped in fright at this sudden drum sound filled with strange power. The eyes of the three yuanying that were about to fight to the death were filled with shock.
Zuo Mo stopped moving. The golden energy on his body had dimmed greatly and was so weak it almost dissipated.
Dong!
However, the shen temple considered everyone in the shen temple other than Zuo Mo as enemies. The Masked Assassin was not able to escape in time and was hit by the Golden Crow Restraint Light.
Zuo Mo's eyes immediately lit up.
Another bone-shaking drum sound interrupted Shen Wu Hai's shout. It ignored everyone's layers of defenses and struck the deepest part of their hearts.
He hadn't expected that he would actually succeed!
Under the pillar of light, Zuo Mo spread his arms as though he was going to embrace this ray of light. Shrouded in the golden light, Zuo Mo's body flowed with a layer of golden light. Under the burning light, the bronze mask was unusually dark like an unfathomable shadow.
Shen Wu Hai calmed down.
If these people weren't famous experts, then they were great people. Which one of them wasn't rich? Zuo Mo didn't have time to look closely, only focusing on taking off the clothing and armor.
He endured the soreness of his body and moved in front of Shen Wu Hai.
This was just the temple's final struggle.
As long as … as long as I can persevere until it finishes burning …
"How spectacular!"
Looking at the dumbstruck Shen Wu Hai, his gaze instantly burned with greed. He unhesitatingly started to search Shen Wu Hai's body.
As long as there was a chance of survival, he was confident that he could turn the tables. Even if the other party was a descendant of the Sun, he did not believe that the other party could control this divine temple.
The Divine Temple still had a sliver of power left.
The thick golden light fell on Zuo Mo's spread arms like sticky golden liquid that flowed along his arms.
The golden light gathered on Zuo Mo's finger. It slowly gathered, grew, and turned into a drop of golden liquid that fell uncontrollably. As the golden liquid left his finger and dripped down, the outer layer of the golden liquid continuously dissipated into specks of golden light, like golden comets.
Zuo Mo was slightly regretful, but his eyes turned and he quickly started to snicker strangely. Of course, inhales could not be avoided.
An extremely unfamiliar power spread out like a ripple.
A deep drum sound suddenly came from deep within the shen temple. This drum sound was strange and burrowed into people's hearts. Everywhere the drum sound passed, everyone's blood and muscles seemed to tremble uncontrollably.
This was his last thought.
Ling armor, ring, talismans … …
Fifth-grade Flowing Cloud Su mixed with Weeping Blood Bird feathers were carefully woven together. There were three formations on it: [Nurture], [Strengthen], and [Endurance]. It would not be a problem to sell it for two hundred pieces of fifth-grade jingshi!
Suddenly, his gaze stilled and his body froze.
Shen power!
Zuo Mo smiled and his hand movements became even more nimble.
This power was vast and mighty. The blazing brilliance was like surging magma, like a surging sea of fire.
Zuo Mo was ignored, everyone ignored him.
Just calming down, Shen Wu Hai looked at Zuo Mo as though he was a ghost.
A golden ray of light fell from the top of his head. It was like a golden sword that pierced through the endless darkness.
Zuo Mo gritted his teeth at this person that had almost killed him. Without a word, he stripped the other naked. Naturally, the other's signature mask was not taken off.
Dozens of rays of light shot down from above the shen temple. Everyone was covered by a ray of light. The xiuzhe that were covered by the light, no matter their cultivation, had frozen expressions like they were puppets.
They could welcome a thread of life!
Even the descendants of the Sun could not cultivate shen power. Right now, there was no longer any land for shen power. All of the methods to cultivate shen power had been lost in the dust of history. Without shen power, he could obtain the acknowledgment of the shen temple but he definitely could not control the shen temple.
This shen temple that was almost at its end was burning its last light.
The power of the shen temple was peerless. Even this last thread was not something that Shen Wu Hai and the others could endure.
The shen temple that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years was opened again. This caused the remaining power to be used up even faster.
The sound of the drum, the rays of light, the restraining power, they were all the power of the shen temple.
He could not kill these people … …
The temperature of the shen temple quickly rose. The air was so hot it seemed like it would ignite at the slightest touch.
"Ha … … hiss!"
Shen power … … how was it possible … … how was it possible!
What was more joyful than a reversal in a hopeless situation?
Having successfully communicated with him, Zuo Mo immediately understood why the sacrificial altar would give off vibrations.
This power was so strong it caused people to feel hopeless!
A ray of light came down from the sky and covered him. He felt his vision become bright and then he lost consciousness.
Zuo Mo fled, filled with emotion and smugness. The Golden Crow Restraining Light could not last for long.
The sound of the drum came one after the other. It became more urgent and dense.
But even though his body was about to fall apart, and he felt sore everywhere, it could not diminish the pride and joy he felt.
But having successfully communicated with the sacrificial altar, Zuo Mo used the last thread of power of the shen temple to give a fatal blow!
Someone suddenly shouted in shock and broke this deathly silence.
Soon, there was only a group of white puppets left in the shen temple. They were clean like a group of white lambs that had been shaved clean.
Large amounts of golden liquid dripped down Zuo Mo's arms and created hundreds of golden ribbons. They were like neatly arranged golden feathers and were beautiful to look at.
These rays of light were the defensive power of the shen temple. They could freeze the body of the enemy and take away the enemy's consciousness. Zuo Mo felt the vibrations coming from the sacrificial altar and couldn't help but think of the cryptic things he had obtained from the sacrificial altar. Trapped in a hopeless situation, Zuo Mo did not have the leeway to be picky. He tried to communicate with the sacrificial altar as a last resort.
These rays of light were called the "Golden Crow Restraining Light." It was one of the most powerful attacks of the shen temple. If someone was covered by the Golden Crow Restraining Light, they would lose all consciousness and become like a puppet.
Because of shen power!
A vast power came from the depths of the shen temple along with the sound of the drum.
If Zuo Mo had not interfered, this last thread of power would have turned the entire shen temple to dust in the flames. The vibrations of the sacrificial altar was the last sign of the shen temple's destruction.
You really can't blame ge!
Only when this ray of light came from the sky did people suddenly realize that the matter was not as simple as they had imagined.
It was like the bright sun in the sky that people could not look at.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
But the Golden Crow Restraining Light could not directly kill the enemy. Also, the moment the other's body was injured, they would wake up from the restraining. For a yuanying like Shen Wu Hai, the moment he woke up was enough for him to kill Zuo Mo. The Sun Shen Temple would usually throw the enemies that were hit by the Golden Crow Restraining Light into the Burning Shen Realm and have them burn to death.
The excitement and joy of the harvest caused Zuo Mo to forget the pain in his body. With skilled hands, he cleanly stripped Shen Wu Hai of his body.
Dong … … dong … … dong … …
The pitiful Masked Assassin was also unable to escape. He did not flee far after being wounded, but silently came closer and hid in the shadows, intending to strike at the crucial moment.
Everyone, goodbye!
The color drained from their faces in an instant.
But Shen Wu Hai was not willing to be captured like this. This power was as hard to resist as the sun, but under this vast and peerless dominance, he detected a hint of burning at all costs.
Unable to move, Shen Wu Hai's mind was completely blank. This astounding discovery was like a bolt from the blue that exploded in his mind!
Shen Wu Hai had never thought that there would be such a change. He regretted not killing this person wearing the mask at the start, which was why he was in such a desperate situation.
Dong!
But Shen Wu Hai did not despair. He was still struggling. Of everyone here, he knew the most about the shen temple. This power was peerlessly powerful, domineering, burning, and undisguised.
From beginning to end, Zuo Mo, who was surrounded at the very center, other than attracting the first glance of these xiuzhe, no one looked at him a second time. From every angle, this person wearing the bronze mask was a turtle in a jar, a lamb that had been washed and placed on the chopping board to be slaughtered. Maybe the person who raised the blade would be different, but a lamb would only be a lamb.
All movements, all sounds, after this drum sound, disappeared.
The light of all the spells and formations dimmed in front of this golden ray of light. It was so burning, so blinding, that people could not look directly at it.
Corpse Sea Bamboo, Yinyang Null Polarity Bead … …
Deathly silence.
Everyone found to their shock that they seemed to be restrained by an invisible power. No matter how they channeled ling power, they could not even move their fingers. With each beat of the drum, the energies inside their bodies would uncontrollably tremble. After a few beats, everyone's energies were in turmoil, their faces alternating between green and red.
This was shen power!
So extravagant!
Shen Wu Hai was the first to react. He said angrily, "Kill him!"
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