He seed determined to liberate the endless fierce ghosts that surged out as wildly as if the gates to the underworld had been flung open, all with his ager strength.
A statue full of cracks, broken and incomplete.
A monk, emaciated, his lamp of life nearly spent.
Like a struggling firefly in unending darkness, insignificant yet symbolizing a glimr of hope.
Monk Fakong was similarly imprisoned, thrown into this courtyard to be transford into a ghost along with many other destitute souls.
But he took out the Zhong Kui statue, challenging the Ghost Refining Array of the Corpse God Cult, suppressing the myriad of fierce ghosts, never letting them truly escape.
He even wanted to use his scant strength to purify, to liberate these indignant spirits and the endless resentnt of the dead.
Li Che let out a sigh.
He couldn't help but admire Monk Fakong.
No wonder there was a need to suppress the ghosts.
It turned out that Monk Fakong had long been prepared, no wonder he did not care whether it was a statue of a Buddha or not, because he had lost faith in Ghost Temple and no longer cared about following the right path or adhering to Buddhism.
As long as it could suppress fierce ghosts and liberate the souls, any statue was a good statue.
At the far end of that courtyard, countless streams of death qi rose and funneled into a figure.
The figure shimred with an ancient bronze hue but was alarmingly eerie and cold, devoid of any sign of life, and there were streaks of Silver Gang squirming over the corpse like silver serpents.
Silver Rigid Cursed Bronze Corpse!
Li Che's eyes sharpened, understanding that the death qi produced after the deaths of these destitute souls was being drawn by this person to refine their physical bodies and create Silver Gang.
Besides.
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In front of the Silver Rigid Cursed Bronze Corpse of the Corpse God Cult, a flag was planted, casting an ominous presence and driving the formation, refining all the destitute people and monks in the courtyard.
Indistinctly, the person's gaze flickered open and closed, an icy look sweeping over and settling on Monk Fakong, revealing a hint of disdain and mockery.
"Not bad, not bad, that statue can actually suppress the ghosts refined by the ritual, refusing to enter my Soul-Separating Banner...,"
"But in the end, the statue is only a Nine Luminaries Wood Carving and won't last long."
"Fakong, just wait to transform into a ghost and beco fuel for my uncle's creation of Silver Gang."
The figure spoke with a laugh.
The voice drifted and echoed incessantly.
He could have killed Monk Fakong long ago; an insignificant Divine Base Realm monk posed no threat to him.
But he entertained himself with the idea of slowly tornting Monk Fakong, wanting to crush his last shred of hope.
Even more, he hoped that Monk Fakong would make the sa choice as he did and ultimately pledge allegiance to the Corpse God Cult.
We all worship Buddha; if I've pledged my loyalty, why not you?
If you were to pledge, my heart could be at peace.
Monk Fakong was extrely withered, a stark contrast from the robust figure Li Che had initially seen.
His palms pressed together, his flesh seemingly gnawed away by fierce ghosts, he swayed unsteadily but continued to chant the Rebirth Mantra.
A trace of desolation appeared in his eyes.
The Heart Monkey Temple, once a branch of the splintered mighty Equal Heaven Temple, though now bereft of the forr temple's glory, still maintained a semblance of dignity.
But now...
That dignity had long vanished with the abbot's passing.
Those treacherous monks, in pursuit of breakthroughs in power and unwilling to pass away in ditation like the abbot without seeing a way forward, even chose to join the Corpse God Cult, turning the Heart Monkey Temple into a haunted temple, a place for the demon people of the Corpse God Cult to commit atrocities.
Countless destitute souls were sacrificed and perished.
Fakong's heart was filled with sorrow and numbness.
He only wanted to do his best, until his last bit of strength was exhausted, to die along with these destitute people.
At least, he had persisted until the end, holding onto the light within his heart.
Suddenly.
The Zhong Kui statue before his eyes seed to glow.
For so reason, its power grew stronger, and a milky halo flickered within the wood carving.
Then, the ghostly image of the Zhong Kui statue suddenly manifested between heaven and earth.
It gave Monk Fakong, who had already drained his power, the strength to continue the suppression.
Monk Fakong's withered eyes brightened slightly.
His lips curled up.
He continued to chant the Rebirth Mantra.
...
...
Li Che ceased the flicking movent of his fingers.
He had shot a Pure Heart Divine Chess Piece into the Zhong Kui statue, awakening and augnting the divine charm of the statue.
Offering the greatest support to Monk Fakong.
Li Che pressed down his broad hat; under the darkness, the Cute Bull Mask grew more profound and grim.
Not a trace of cuteness remained, only the solemnity and chill of a ssenger who seed to have stepped out of hell with the task of judging and claiming souls.
He had already recognized the figure who was sacrificing so many spirits.
Master Xuanli.
A Silver Rigid Cursed Bronze Corpse like him, if placed in the Corpse God Cult, would probably be on the level of a Seven Elents Lower-rank Corpse God Envoy.
Though he had an additional trace of Silver Gang, he wasn't much different from the Corpse God Envoy Li Che had tricked with Little Mushroom and killed before.
But this ti, it was unlikely to repeat the thod of killing the Corpse God Envoy as before.
The previous Corpse God Envoy had escaped through the Space-Ti Corpse Technique, completely unprepared.
And the mont he erged from the vortex of death qi, there was nowhere to dodge.
He took the full brunt of Little Mushroom's power.
And that Seven Elents Corpse God Envoy, having exhausted his Silver Gang and left with only the Cursed Copper Corpse's body, naturally couldn't withstand Little Mushroom.
But Master Xuanli was different; he was in a strong state at the mont, not at all comparable to the Corpse God Envoy that Li Che had previously fooled and killed.
The Guanyin Lotus Bullet was powerful indeed, but that required actually hitting the target.
And if it didn't hit, it would only be a waste of resources.
If there were a Guanyin Lotus Main Battle Tank capable of withstanding the attack, firing the Guanyin Lotus Bullet like a cannon shot, coupled with the guidance from the edge of the Heaven and Earth chessboard,
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