Chapter 967 — Frenzy and Demonic Possession
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
. . " A chill went through Luo Wushuang.
He said to Shen Mu, "Shen the Overlord Body, I feel there is something wrong with this Master Yue.
Ought we not to leave? " Shen Mu hesitated a moment; Yue Tingge was still in his corner, muttering at the beast's leg: "But that whelp the Heavenly Venerate Mu is shifty too, no honest man. .
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We have already done for two Heavenly Venerates; doing for one more is no great matter.
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. " Shen Mu hesitated no longer. "He is indeed mad!
We go! " he said, deciding on the spot.
Yue Tingge came over with the leg on his shoulder, the ferocity gone from his face, with the bones of a Daoist and the air of an immortal, very much the sage, and said with a chuckle, "Heavenly Venerate Mu, you wish to know where the Heavenly Venerate Shen and the Sorrowless Land are?
Please, come with me.
" Shen Mu blinked.
Luo Wushuang shook his head. "Shen the Overlord Body, he is lying to us.
Do not fall for it!
" Shen Mu gritted his teeth and stepped after Yue Tingge. Meanwhile, several hundred li beyond the city, Lian Huahun was locked in combat with another young deity. That young god was a True God, mighty in strength, with four tiers of heavenly palaces drifting behind him, his dharma power vast beyond measure.
And Lian Huahun, though only a wielder of divine arts at the Divine Bridge realm, could contend with him — and even held the clear upper hand. The two struck fast against fast, their myriad divine arts and dao techniques dazzling to the eye.
Soon all was still, and the two came down to earth. The young deity clutched his chest and said in a hoarse voice, "Junior Sister Lian, why. .
. " A divine art of Lian Huahun's had invaded his body, an uncanny art like an abyss that ceaselessly devoured his vital essence and blood, so that he was swiftly reduced to skin and bones.
Nor was that all: his seven great divine repositories began, one after another, to topple into that abyss.
Even of the Youdu great dao and the Youdu divine arts the Heavenly Court had no lack of masters — there was even one like Yin Tianzi, who had brought the Youdu divine arts to their consummation.
But of Guixu the Heavenly Court knew little.
The Guixu divine arts remained a secret to the Heavenly Court, and few had ever studied them, to say nothing of the great dao runes of Guixu. Strong as this young man was, his skill surpassing even that of the True God named An Qingyu whom Shen Mu had met, before the unfathomable Guixu divine arts he could only swallow his hatred and die.
He only could not understand: he and Lian Huahun were both disciples under the Heavenly Venerate Hao, and in ordinary days he had looked after this young junior sister of his rather well.
Never in his wildest dreams had he expected Lian Huahun to raise a hand against him — and to strike with intent to kill!
"There is no why, Senior Brother Liao. " Lian Huahun said softly, "I simply did not wish you to find the Heavenly Venerate Mu before I did. " Senior Brother Liao gave a stifled groan.
The abyss within him had already devoured his Heaven-Man repository, and was about to devour his Life-Death repository and his Divine Bridge repository! His vital essence and blood had drained away clean, and his body was like a skeleton draped in skin.
"You could never have beaten him. " Lian Huahun explained, "Unable to beat him, you would have resorted to the Heavenly Venerate Hao's Mu-Slaying Arts.
But even with the Mu-Slaying Arts you might not have killed him; instead he would have seen through them, and thereby perfected his own techniques and divine arts. " Senior Brother Liao's Life-Death repository and Divine Bridge repository collapsed and plunged into the abyss; the abyss came before the Southern Gate of Heaven and began to devour his heavenly palaces! And his flesh, now stripped to bone, began to collapse inward. Such a death was agony beyond words.