The golden token transford into a Purple Gold Daoist Robe, which adorned his body.
This is the robe of the Celestial Master of the Mao Shan Sect Leader!
It is a genuine magic artifact.
It can amplify the spiritual power within the body, enhance the power of Daoist arts, possess exceedingly high defense, and has many wonderful uses.
"So I’ve beco a Daoist priest? Imasurable Heavenly Lord!!!"
Wang Hao mimicked the Daoists he had seen on television.
He genuinely experienced a bit of COSPLAY.
"As far as I know, the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan belongs to the Zhengyi Sect, and Daoists can marry, thankfully!
Otherwise, as the Sect Leader breaking the rules, it wouldn’t be quite proper."
Wang Hao stroked his chin, pondering.
He was not thinking about whether or not he should sleep with won but whether he was breaking the rules!
Because regardless of the rules, no one could stop him from sleeping with won.
"Master, your disciple is leaving. If there’s a chance, I’ll co to see you again."
Wang Hao, having accomplished his task, put away the robe and bowed deeply towards the old Daoist in the coffin.
After thinking for a mont, he took out three lollipops from his pocket and, using spiritual power, stuck them into the ground.
There was no incense or incense burner here, so he had to use candy as a substitute.
The days without Xiaoyueyue were really inconvenient!
It was another day of missing Yueyue.
Wang Hao pressed the switch on the wall, and the stone door opened.
After he walked out, the stone door closed again.
"This place is..."
He stood there, looking around.
This seed to be the middle part of a cliff on the mountain.
He took out the Blade of Plunder, twisted his wrist, and switched it to the Golden Threaded Blade mode.
A golden thread shot up, wrapping around a large rock.
Wang Hao twisted his wrist, jumped up, and was pulled upward.
It must be said, the Golden Threaded Blade mode was incredibly practical.
Far superior to his previous iron ball by many tis.
"Hmm?"
Just as he landed, Wang Hao’s eyebrows furrowed.
Not far from him, there were bodies, and not just one.
The blood had already dried up.
The corpses died in a rather tragic manner, as if cut by sothing sharp.
"Huh? This person..."
Wang Hao discovered soone among them.
This person looked sowhat familiar.
Standing there for a mont, he suddenly changed his expression drastically.
He recognized this person.
He had seen this person when he went to greet Bai Muran before.
Because his nose hair was connected to his mustache, Wang Hao rembered him.
This person should have been a Superpower User!
How did he end up dead here?
And in such a miserable way?
"Who did this?"
Wang Hao furrowed his brow.
Currently, human Superpower Users are extrely rare, and in the face of monsters, humans can only survive in cracks.
People generally follow the unspoken rules, going out to seek fortune, and if there’s no deep-seated hatred, usually they avoid conflicts.
Sotis if you encounter difficulties, a passerby might lend a hand.
Even if conflict arises over fortune, usually they wouldn’t go for the kill.
Besides, this is only the middle of the mountain path, and it doesn’t seem to hold any fortune, right?
Why fight to the death?
Did sothing unexpected happen?
But who has such strong powers?
One question after another filled Wang Hao’s mind.
"Let’s head down the mountain first."
Wang Hao finally decided to go down the mountain to see what was happening.
He had been in the secret chamber for two or three days now.
Any fortunes, treasures, were probably almost plundered.
Moreover, he had already gained plenty.
Under such an unusual situation, there was no need to force exploration.
Better to head down the mountain first.
On his way down, Wang Hao found many more bodies, all cut to pieces.
Could it be that so powerful defense chanism of Maoshan was triggered?
This idea just ford in his mind, and he imdiately dismissed it.
The old Daoist had said this ti was to gift the opportunity to the capable.
The goal was to enhance the power of the human race.
He even urged him to let go of hatred.
How could he have orchestrated such large-scale killing?
Wang Hao walked faster and faster, finally running quickly.
"This..."
When he reached the foot of the mountain, the scene before him left him stunned.
This...
What is going on?
Despite his current temperant, he instinctively stepped back two paces.
Bodies were everywhere, blood was everywhere.
It was like the end of the world.
A massacre had taken place here!
Civilians, Daoists, all dead.
"Who could be so cruel?"
Wang Hao furrowed his brow deeply.
Judging from the wounds on these people, it didn’t seem like they were caused by claws or teeth, but rather like slashing from swords.
So, monsters can basically be ruled out.
Humans?
If it were humans, fighting for opportunities and killing on the mountain could be understood.
But they had no reason to slaughter these poor ordinary people!
What exactly happened during the ti I disappeared?
Wang Hao instinctively wanted to sneak away.
Even though his strength had greatly increased now, and he had even learned the Thunder Technique.
However, that didn’t an he was invincible!
In fact, compared to before, he felt even less confident.
His final trump card had already been used.
Without a major move like the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique, if he fell into a life-and-death situation again, it would be hard to break free.
The most important thing was that he was both thirsty and hungry; he couldn’t exert his peak fighting strength.
"Bai Muran, Bai Muran, co in, please respond."
Wang Hao, in the end, didn’t leave imdiately. Instead, he found a concealed spot and tuned the walkie-talkie to Bai Muran’s channel to call him.
Within the Maoshan area, he still had one last trump card.
And that was his ntor!
The old Daoist had said that if there were enemies he couldn’t deal with, he should awaken him.
If he left this area impulsively, he wouldn’t even have this trump card.
He would have to rely entirely on himself.
"Bai Muran! This is Wang Hao, co in, please respond."
.....
He called several tis but still received no response from Bai Muran.
He also tried calling Zheng Tai.
Still, there was no response.
"Could they all be dead?"
A terrifying thought erged in Wang Hao’s mind.
Could it... be unlikely?
He furrowed his brow.
Zheng Tai aside, but Bai Muran was quite powerful, and he had a lot of Superpower Users with him!
It’s not sothing that could be easily accomplished to wipe them out.
"Or did they just flee?"
Wang Hao looked around and felt a particular eeriness.
He couldn’t help but feel a faint sense of desolation.
He, the new Celestial Master of Maoshan, had beco a lone commander.
Even the ordinary disciples were slaughtered completely.
The last remnants of Maoshan’s foundation were thoroughly gone.
"Gurgle gurgle!"
At that mont, Wang Hao’s stomach rumbled.
He was hungry.
At the sa ti, he was parched.
He hadn’t eaten or drunk for several days, and he had been running frantically.
Being a Cultivator was the only reason he hadn’t collapsed if he were an ordinary person.
He felt a certain frustration rising within him.
He initially thought he could have a good al after descending the mountain.
Now that everyone was dead, he couldn’t possibly gnaw at corpses?
"Let’s check the car first."
After thinking for a mont, Wang Hao quickly moved to the parking lot.
There was plenty of food inside the car.
He had also privately stocked so snacks, among other things.
However, upon reaching the parking lot, he was completely dumbfounded.
The parking lot was bare, with nothing there.
A gust of wind blew by, and Wang Hao felt a chill in his heart.
At least leave a ans of transportation!
Who drove these cars away?
Were they the killers, or the survivors?
Wang Hao didn’t care about any of that now.
"Gurgle gurgle."
His stomach began to rumble again.
He was so hungry!
He felt like he could eat a whole cow right now.
What to do?
He looked towards the hotel.
Should he go there to find food?
Hesitating for a mont, Wang Hao decided to retreat.
If the killer was inside, he would be courting disaster.
It’s not that he was too timid; it’s just that everything is too strange.
Whoever could create such a massacre surely had strength not below his own.
Ti to bolt!
He infused spiritual power into his legs and quickly left Maoshan.
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