Chains coiled around the body one after another.
Having endured thousands of years, the nearly sleeve-brushing Fang Family Ancestor roared incessantly at this mont.
The emaciated old child, fiercely wild and inappropriate, erupted with violence and rage completely disproportionate to his size!
Without a doubt...
This battle to suppress the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King with a supre foundation has concluded!
Five supre foundations ultimately cannot replace the presence of true supres, getting blasted away!
And after blasting away the supre foundation.
The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King suddenly twisted his head, his eyes bursting forth with a terrifying dark glow, while dead qi and corpse qi descended furiously like tides, causing the entire Qitian Inner City to tremble and getting washed through.
Many people felt an imnse fear as if under impending disaster, their bodies chilled as if they had fallen into an icy cellar.
Boom——
One step forward, countless dead qi and corpse qi danced wildly behind him like a billowing cloak spanning a thousand miles!
After shattering the supre foundation from various factions, the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King finally began returning to Qitian Temple, able to resolve matters within and protect Qitian!
At the entrance of Qitian Temple.
Zhang Wuji had fled here, practically signifying he had exited Qitian Temple, although he stretched his neck to watch the happenings within the temple, still keeping an eye on what was unfolding inside.
When the supre contest in the sky above Qitian Inner City concluded.
His expression couldn’t help but change slightly.
A sense of distress welled up as the pill furnace of supre foundation was slamd, losing its divinity, flying off to unknown whereabouts within Strange Que.
For Zhang Wuji, naturally, it was heart-wrenching!
That was the supre foundation of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect!
"As expected... couldn’t stop it after all?"
Zhang Wuji looked up.
Holding the Silver Orb in his hand, pondering for a while, his gaze swept over the Mysterious Temple, considering possible situations; gritting his teeth, without hesitation, his Daoist robe fluttered, he flew swiftly like a White Crane spreading wings, racing out towards Qitian Inner City.
The key to longevity is steadiness!
Learn to discern danger!
Cannot be reckless!
To live long!
Rumble——
Supre pressure surged like waves, shooting swiftly towards the Mysterious Temple.
However.
Just as Zhang Wuji retreated to the archway of Qitian Inner City Gate, his eyes slightly contracted.
His hair and beard fluttered, robes flying, raising his head he saw the transford Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King of the Equal Heaven Temple Ancestor, frozen in mid-air.
Eager yet stationary in mid-air as if ti-space were frozen.
"Roar——!!!"
Intending to return to the Mysterious Temple to protect Qi Tian’s remains, the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King spun around violently, chains dancing wildly behind him, his luminous eyes fixed on the firmant above the Qitian Inner City!
Zhang Wuji let out a breath.
"Finally ca... after all."
"The heart intent on choking the Prison Lotus is indeed strong!"
Once the words ended.
The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, wrapped in swirling dead qi and corpse qi, roared furiously skyward, supre pressure growing stronger like a rolling ocean!
Yet...
Above the sky of Qitian Inner City, on the boundless scarlet heavenly do.
A suddenly enormous hand appeared, with each palm line clear and distinct.
Boom!
The huge hand slamd down, colliding with the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King!
The Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King’s physical body violently trembled, seemingly about to explode entirely, black blood mixed with dead qi and corpse qi rained down like broken black jade beads, scattering everywhere.
The massive hand gathered frightening aura, slowly transforming, becoming a chubby monk with big ears, kind and benevolent, entirely enveloped in Buddha Light!
"Amitabha Buddha, Qitian Inner City... finally allowed this humble monk to find a position in Strange Que."
The chubby monk laughed heartily.
In his hand was a string of Buddha Beads, completely dimd, the supre foundation Chan Wen Ascetic Monk previously offered!
And the aura bursting from this chubby monk was also supre qi chanism!
Space tore open!
Cracks interwoven appeared, figures stepped out across them.
It was a Heavenly Soldier and Divine General in silver armor, a cape fluttering behind, holding a Gathering Immortals Flag depleted of divinity, his features blurred and distorted, but emitting an incredibly cold aura completely.
The many supre foundations blasted by the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King all returned at this mont...
Additionally, each brought a Three Calamities Level supre powerhouse!
These supre powerhouses, unnoticed in the human world, but within Strange Que... could burst freely, unhindered!
And the Fang Family Ancestor transford Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King, chains wildly swinging behind, faced five supre powerhouses.
The aura of these five supres clearly surpassed the transford Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King of Fang Family Ancestor, after all, the recently transford Curse Corpse King Ancestor was sowhat short of reaching peak combat power.
At the archway.
Zhang Wuji inhaled sharply.
"Indeed successful, the so-called supre foundation was both a ans of restraining the Temple Guardian Curse Corpse King and a positioning thod..."
"This is the real stratagem and arrangent of the major faction powerhouses!"
Zhang Wuji shook his head.
"Unfortunately, if only the Qi Tian’s remains and Ruyi Golden Cudgel could be seized before these supres from [Black Suru], [Dark Heavenly Court], [Deceit Demon Que] arrived according to the supre foundation positioning, it would have been a great achievent..."
"Now, the rit has greatly diminished..."
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