In the blink of an eye, it was the ninth day.
It was less than a day before the Demon Slaying Conference.
At this time, the number of people who came to Feixue Peak's Sweet Dew Temple had reached more than three hundred!
Just like before, all of them were Ye Fan's enemies!
At this time, Gesang Douji also received news from all sides that in the Demon Slaying Conference three days later, various sects would send people to participate. At that time, the number of people would reach nearly a thousand!
After receiving the news, Gesang Douji was overjoyed.
The more people who came, the better!
The more people who came, the worse Eldritch's reputation would be, and he and his Sweet Dew Temple would be famous all over the world!
On one hand, he ordered the monks in the temple to clean the conference venue and prepare a large number of tables, chairs, chairs, tea, and fruits. On the other hand, he asked the Eight Yin Yang Disciples to arrange the conference.
No matter what, the Eight Yin Yang Disciples were all-powerful figures back in the day. They had participated in and organized various large-scale Spiritual Gatherings and were very experienced in organizing large-scale Spiritual Gatherings. It could be said that they were the most suitable to organize this unparalleled Demon Slaying Conference.
For a time, Feixue Peak became lively.
The open space was cleaned, tables and chairs were placed, the prayer flags were set up, the entrance of the conference hall was set up, the guest registration book was prepared, and several temporary latrines were even built in the open space not far from the conference hall!
Everything was carried out in an orderly manner.
In the wind and snow, half-naked Ye Fan, who was tied with a huge chain, looked at everything around him coldly. He was like a statue, motionless.
Three days had passed since the Mount Everest Mountain God left. In these three days, Ye Fan did not eat a grain of rice, nor did he drink a drop of water. Even the snow was not stuffed into his mouth.
But for some reason, Ye Fan did not feel hungry or thirsty at all. On the contrary, he felt that his stomach was full, his mouth was moist, and he was full of energy!
He vaguely felt that the date that the young Mount Everest Mountain God stuffed into his mouth before leaving was not an ordinary thing.
Ye Fan was right. That date was indeed not an ordinary thing.
This thing was called the Fiery Sun Jujube. It was born by absorbing the essence of the plants in the mountains and rivers. It was an extremely rare thing in the world. If an ordinary person consumed it, although it couldn't make them immortal, it could still strengthen their body and prolong their life.
Apart from that, there was another unique characteristic of this item, and that was that after consuming a single jujube, one would not feel hungry or thirsty for half a year!
That young man was the Mountain God of Mount Everest, who was known as the King of Mountains. It was not unusual for him to have such a thing.
It was also because of this that Ye Fan didn't feel hungry or thirsty.
Even so, the injuries on his body were getting worse and worse.
As the number of enemies continued to increase, more and more forms of torture appeared on his body. It could be said that before the old wounds were healed, new wounds were added!
The purple ones were bruises, the blue ones were frostbites, the red ones were blood, and the green ones were poisonous sores. Although he was topless at this moment, from afar, he looked like he was wearing a colorful robe!
With disheveled hair, he endured all the pain and waited for the arrival of the final day.
When the sky gradually darkened, the people who had been busy all day returned to the Sweet Dew Temple.
At this time, the tables and chairs were neatly arranged in a circle. Scripture banners were fluttering, and Dharma flags were flying!
On a high ground not far from Ye Fan, there was a huge flagpole that was nearly ten feet tall, with a large golden flag hanging on it.
The golden flag was seven feet long, fluttering in the wind, and there were four large black words written on it – 'Demon Killing Conference'!
What was supposed to come was finally coming.
He didn't know if he would still be able to see such a beautiful moon tomorrow.
Looking at the bright crescent moon in Ye Kong's sky, Ye Fan thought in his heart.
There were only two results tomorrow. Either he would break free and regain his freedom, or his body and soul would be destroyed, and his soul would scatter.
No matter what the result was, he was prepared.
If he could survive, he would continue to search for the cauldron and rescue his beloved wife's soul that was trapped in the Soul Gathering Evil Cauldron. Of course, before that, he would make his past life's enemies pay a painful price!
If he couldn't survive, he had no regrets.
Now, no matter what, Chiko had come back to life. Although she was a little crazy, it was much better than lying in an ice coffin, neither alive nor dead.
Once his body and soul were destroyed, his wife's soul would be useless to Matsumoto Takeyoshi, and it was very likely that he would release her. In that case, things would be simpler. The Crown Prince would have pardoned the world, and the Ye family would have their grievances cleared. His father and the others would no longer have to wander around and live in hiding. As for Xiao Zhao, Nie Qing would definitely find a way to restore her human body. With him and Jinchan taking care of her, Xiao Zhao would have a stable life for the rest of her life.
Akatsuki would probably return to Dongying. Once he died, her heart would definitely be dead. However, time was the best medicine. Many years later, she would probably have her own family, take care of her husband and children, and enjoy life.
Once something happened to him, Yu Moji would definitely be heartbroken and grief-stricken. With her personality, she would definitely leave the Demonic World and reincarnate as a human.
Reincarnating as a human was actually not bad. Just like what she said back then, living a simple life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. She would forget about her previous life and be an ordinary person who couldn't be any more ordinary. It was quite good.
Creak …
While Ye Fan was thinking, the temple door slowly opened. The Eight Yin Yang Masters in black cloaks and Gesang Doji in Lama robes walked out of the Ganlu Temple in single file and walked toward him.
Gesang Doji, who was in the lead, had a smile on his face as his eyes narrowed.
Tian Qian, who was following behind him, had a smile on his face as he carried a food box in his hand.
The remaining seven people had smug looks on their faces, and they were extremely arrogant.
The nine of them soon arrived in front of Ye Fan and stood still.
Ye Fan looked at the nine people with a calm gaze.
"Eldritch, you'll be on your way tomorrow. Tonight's meal will be your last. Eat up." As Tian Qian spoke, he slowly walked up the steps of the Eight Extreme Spell Pillars. He placed the food box at Ye Fan's feet and reached out to open the lid.
The food in the food box was quite sumptuous. There was a flask of white wine, a fat chicken, a grilled fish, a few steamed buns, and a bowl and chopsticks.
After Tian Qian finished speaking, he turned around and walked down the steps.
As he walked down the steps, Tian Qian secretly formed hand seals with his hands under his sleeves.
Clatter …
The two golden chains wrapped around Ye Fan's arms slowly withdrew, and Ye Fan's arms immediately dropped to his sides.
Although his arms had regained their freedom, they had been hung for nine days after all. His blood vessels were already numb and he could not feel anything.
"Eat up, don't be a hungry ghost," Tian Qian, who had walked down the steps, turned around and looked at Ye Fan's dangling arms and said with a smile.
"Be a ghost? Hehe, does he have the fortune to do so? " Di Kun sneered at Ye Fan and said, "During the Demon Slaying Conference tomorrow, I'll first destroy your physical body, then destroy your soul, so that you can't even be a ghost, hehehe …"
After hearing this, everyone smiled.
Ye Fan stared coldly at Di Kun, who was mocking him, with a gaze as sharp as a knife.
"Look! I'll show you! "When Di Kun saw Ye Fan staring at him, he immediately flew into a rage out of humiliation!
He swung the horsetail whisk in his hand and infused it with his spiritual energy!
Buzz …
Under the infusing of his spiritual energy, the foot-long, smooth and soft horsetail whisk in his hand instantly flashed with a golden light. Each strand of the horsetail whisk stood upright like ten thousand steel needles!
Whoosh!
Di Kun used the straight horsetail whisk in his hand to stab Ye Fan's eyes!
Puff …
Following the sound of eyeballs bursting, countless steel needle-like horsetail whisk pierced Ye Fan's eyes!
Dark red blood instantly stained the snow-white horsetail whisk.
"Ah …"
Ye Fan screamed in agony!
Puff!
Di Kun pulled the horsetail whisk out from Ye Fan's eyes!
The tip of the horsetail whisk was stained with sticky blood.
"Ah … Ah …" Ye Fan screamed in agony. Instinctively, he wanted to cover his eyes with both hands. However, because his arms had been hanging for too long, they had already lost all feeling.
At this time, his eyes had been pierced. His clear and handsome eyes had instantly become two bloody holes!
"Hehehe …" Di Kun swung the blood on his horsetail whisk and smiled maliciously.
The remaining seven people, including Ge Sang Doji, looked at each other and smiled.
To them, Ye Fan's screams were simply like music to their ears!
"Roar …"
"Roar …"
At this moment, the Golden Buddha Bowl floating above Ye Fan's head suddenly shone with silver and red light. Two deafening dragon roars were heard!
The dragon roars were filled with sorrow. The sound was so loud that the gravel under everyone's feet trembled!
When the two divine weapons in the golden bowl saw that their master's eyes were destroyed, they were furious and couldn't bear it anymore!
This scene made the Yin Yang Eight Disciples, who were smiling just now, take a few steps back. Their expressions changed drastically!
Especially Di Kun, who was so frightened by the sudden dragon roar that his face turned pale and he almost fell down!
"Han … Han Long, Li … Li Huo, don't … act recklessly …" Ye Fan, who was in so much pain, said in a trembling voice as he endured the pain in his eyes.
He couldn't let Han Long's Li Huo hurt his true spirit because of him!
"Master! Quickly cast the spell and seal them. Quick … Quick … "Di Kun, who was still in shock, said to Ge Sang Doji anxiously as he looked nervously at the silver and red golden bowl in the air.
Ge Sang Doji, who had recovered from his shock, immediately put his palms together and closed his eyes. Then, he started to chant a mantra!
Buzz … The golden bowl suddenly shone with golden light, and its brilliance skyrocketed!
"Roar … Roar …" The dragon's roar turned into a sorrowful cry.
Along with the sorrowful cry, the dazzling silver and red brilliance became more and more intense. It was as if the dragon was about to break out of the bowl!
The golden bowl, on the other hand, gradually swelled up under the brilliance of the two Divine Weapons and doubled in size!
They wanted to burn together with the golden bowl!
Ye Fan felt Han Long's Li Huo's intention!
Ge Sang Doji was sweating profusely as he chanted the mantra in a hurry!
At this moment, he didn't dare to be careless. He activated the golden bowl with all his strength!
If Han Long's Li Huo broke out of the bowl, there was only one outcome for them — death!
"Han Long! Li Huo! "Ye Fan, whose eyes were bloodshot, raised his head and roared in a hoarse voice," Go back! Without my permission, you're not allowed to come out! Otherwise, I'll bite my tongue and commit suicide. I'll die in front of you two! "
"Roar …" The silver and red brilliance gradually faded away. The sorrowful dragon's roar also gradually quieted down.
The golden bowl was restored to its original state.
Everyone's hearts, which were in their throats, also fell to the ground.
Ye Fan's tense nerves relaxed. Coupled with the unbearable pain, he immediately fainted.
"Master, no matter what, we can't let those two Divine Weapons break out of the bowl!" Tian Qian turned to look at Ge Sang Doji and said solemnly!
"These two Divine Weapons have seals on them. For the time being, they can't restrain the Golden Buddha Treasured Bowl. I'm worried about him," Ge Sang Doji said as he looked at Ye Fan.
"What do you mean, Master?" Tian Qian asked with a frown.
"When the Golden Buddha Treasured Bowl restrains the two Divine Weapons, the power suppressing this evil creature will be reduced. I'm afraid that during the meeting tomorrow, the Divine Weapons will cause trouble and this evil creature will take the opportunity to escape," Ge Sang Doji said.
"Don't worry, Master. With the Octupole Spell Pillars, this evil creature won't be able to escape," Tian Qian said.
"It's better to be safe than sorry," Ge Sang Doji said with a frown.
"This …" Tian Qian frowned.
"That's easy," Di Kun said through gritted teeth. "We'll cut off his arms and break his tendons. This way, even if the two Divine Weapons break out of the bowl, what can we do? We have more than three hundred experts. Can't we deal with those two sealed weapons? "
Ge Sang Doji nodded slowly.
This was the best solution for him.
In his previous life, Eldritch had torn off his arms. In this life, he would make him pay twice as much!
"What do you think, Big Brother?" Di Kun turned to ask Tian Qian.
Tian Qian glanced at the unconscious Ye Fan, who was bleeding profusely, and nodded slightly.
"Leave this to me!" Di Kun pulled out the sword on his back with a grim smile and turned to walk toward Ye Fan.
"Whoosh … whoosh …"
A few sword shadows flashed past the unconscious Ye Fan's body.
"Ah …"
As a large amount of blood spurted out, Ye Fan's screams resounded through the valley.
"Thud! Thud! "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
