Even in the present world, pushing through the Mysterious Temple and obliterating the Temple God to extinction, the Temple God cannot truly die, but rely retracts into the Strange Que.
When the spring and autumn winds blow a hundred eighty tis, it will sprout from the earth like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, settling once more in the human world.
When cultivators attack and break the temple, even if the Temple God is truly obliterated... the Temple God’s divinity will still infiltrate within the body.
Like a curse of bone cancer.
When cultivators break through the Divine Tribulation and enter the Martial God realm, to avoid the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, they enter the Strange Que...
Perhaps they will face the reckoning of the All Gods Camp.
Therefore, beating the Temple God feels good... but it is entirely a thankless task.
"There’s also Fang Shangzhen and Yue Taofu from Qintian Observatory... Fang Shangzhen, this woman, cos from the only ancient family in Jiangnan Dao, the Fang Family, a scholarly lineage, descendant of a Confucian Saint..."
"Fang Hanshu’s elder sister..."
Wang Kui ntioned Fang Hanshu, his eyes narrowed involuntarily.
"However, this ti the Temple God of the Seven Treasures Relics Ruyi Golden Heavenly King Tower Mysterious Temple got beaten up, which saved us a lot of trouble..."
"The Temple God is weakened, and so will the Strange Que be, it should not show signs of eruption for a long ti..."
"You and I will sit here, watching for a few days, ensuring the Strange Que shows no signs of eruption... we can then reduce the manpower guarding this Mysterious Temple, just in ti for the Flat Peach Victory eting to officially begin in a few days, to allocate so personnel over there."
Wang Kui said.
Upon hearing this, Hua Manlou imdiately showed a bit of an awkward expression.
"Stand watch for a few days?"
"Can we stand watch on the flower boat?"
Hua Manlou asked sincerely.
"Get out!"
Wang Kui glared fiercely at Hua Manlou, always wanting flower boats, what’s so good about oirans!
"Hehe, Wang brother, you don’t understand the beauty of oirans, they are gentle and professional in serving people, though Wang brother who has a wife wouldn’t understand the beauty of oirans."
Hua Manlou couldn’t help but spread open his fan and gently shake it.
Wang Kui’s wife is the daughter of a Vassal King, a Commandery Princess, whose na Iron Luo Cha is renowned throughout the Divine Capital.
Many in the Temple Control Bureau know that Governor Wang Kui is notoriously henpecked.
Wang Kui, however, was too lazy to pay attention to him, squinting his eyes, looking at the Strange Que shrouded in the boiling Mysterious Fog.
For so reason...
Wang Kui felt an inexplicable sense of unease in his heart.
But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t figure out where this unease ca from.
...
...
Crack crack——
Astride the sky, lightning erupted, seeming like a roaming snake suddenly manifesting a net between heaven and earth.
On the Grand Canal, the waves overlapped, the wind was not steady, the waves were not calm.
In the completely sealed Strange Que, surrounded with no leaks by the Temple Guardian Divine Envoys.
It seed as if the air twisted, slowly, a burly figure erged before the dilapidated Golden Temple.
The cracks on the ground, like a cobweb, with uncontrolled steam rising from within.
Crack.
A broken stone was crushed into powder by a footstep.
Li Che’s dark and robust hair fluttered ceaselessly, wearing a cute bull mask, with eyes that seed to have terrifying divine light raging and intertwining, killing intent boiling.
The gaze fixed on the tightly closed door of the Divine Palace, as if through the crack, he saw the Golden Heavenly King Temple God within the Mysterious Temple, repairing the cracks slowly.
Like a dog licking its wounds alone behind closed doors.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh——
The gusty wind whipped, turbulent air currents roared, perhaps sensing sothing, the entire Mysterious Temple began to tremble slightly.
It seed as if thousands of threads of golden brilliance squeezed out from the door crack, pouring and scattering down!
The terrifying, purely Temple God-rank suppression vented freelly, bringing a horrifying oppressive feeling.
Under the mask, Li Che’s eyes indifferently looked at the Golden Temple.
With a grasp of his five fingers, suddenly a splendid golden stream of light flashed out, precisely the Heart-following Gold Iron Divine Rod, additionally, in his left hand, faintly a blade light chid clearly.
The three-point double-edged knife, hidden within the left hand, fused with the bones of the left hand, burst into a resplendent humming blade chant.
The two mythical weapons seed to sense Li Che’s overwhelming killing intent.
Upon reaching the entrance, with a kick, heavily stomped on the tightly closed door of the Golden Temple.
Invisible shockwaves erupted at the instant his foot stomped down, displacing air around it!
Bang——!
The golden door was shattered into pieces by Li Che’s kick!
And with a thought, the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit stimulated, the physical body and skin mbrane swelled like an inflated balloon, continuously growing larger!
The golden qi-blood, like a fog, exploded around, creating a misty field, like a terrifying God of Myth stepping forth from the golden smoke.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle——
Thunder arcs crackled, one after another, frenziedly descending, the dark-golden thunder, coiled around Li Che’s body like Jiaoshe.
Shenxiao Thunder Armor.
Prison Thunder Sky Net!
Boom——!!!
Within the Golden Temple, the golden Heavenly King covered in cracks, glared glaringly, from those rough cracks, a torrent of Temple God’s divinity gushed, turning into a terrifying storm!
Vaguely, it seed as if a deity stood roaring, intimidating an little evil demons!
The terrifying suppression, exclusive to a Four Supres Temple God, collapsed down towards Li Che as if mountains cascading.
"You... finally ca..."
Suddenly.
A deep voice resounded throughout the entire Golden Temple.
Under the mask, Li Che’s eyes were chilling to the extre, after activating the Ascending Stance, completely discarded emotion, becoming devoid of feeling, as if turning into a fearso killing machine.
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