Chapter 466 The Overwhelming Evil Aura Slashes the God of Decay

At that moment, the yin winds sweeping through the town suddenly dissipated. The clamorous activity of the people surged skyward, as if the strange atmosphere continuously conjured by the petty Eight Gods of Decay was instantly washed away by the joy of the townspeople.

In this town, the legend of the stone horse had been around for a long time. Day and night, people burned incense and offered sacrifices, but in the past few decades, despite the many worshippers, no one had ever seen the stone horse come to life.

Just like Hu Ma's previous life, someone once said that as long as you stacked a few stones together, placed incense and offerings beside them, and waited for a while, people would naturally come to worship, even burning incense, offering sacrifices, and praying...

They didn't know what it was or what good it would do, but they followed along and worshipped.

Creating a god was that easy.

Such a thing sounded ridiculous, but on the other hand, what other choice did they have besides worshipping this ethereal idol?

And now, a legend they'd heard for decades had suddenly become real. It was as if heaven and earth had responded, and their years of worship had finally borne fruit.

The townspeople believed in a general riding a stone horse who would slay plague ghosts for them. They had believed for so many years, and now, at this moment, such a general had really appeared to slay the plague ghosts.

"So that's how you bring the stone horse to life..."

Feeling the changes in the town, even Hu Ma took a deep breath, as if he suddenly understood a lot.

Everything was like a circle, a circle drawn by that "Young Master" for more than sixty years.

As he slew this plague ghost and sensed the "response" from the town, he vaguely felt the changes arising from the Great Might Heavenly Duke General Seal he was cultivating.

It seemed that the people's worship of the stone horse over the years, at this moment, had finally found a focal point for their unfulfilled hopes and incense offerings, and on some mysterious level, they were being added to him.

"So..."

He couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in his heart: "This is the real thing that was left in the town. The thing Da Hongpao wanted me to get no matter what, is this it?"

"Only by awakening the stone horse can you get it, because this thing doesn't exist in reality."

Since it didn't exist in reality, it couldn't be found artificially, and it couldn't be taken directly by hand.

Now, he had obtained it in another way, and he could feel that it was a very important thing.

However, there was no time to examine it closely yet.

After slaying this petty god, Hu Ma had no time to think about anything else. He could already vaguely see that the other seven petty Gods of Decay in the sky above Stone Horse Town had also been shaken and clearly sensed the changes here.

The seven towering, almost seamlessly blended into the night sky, petty gods surrounding Stone Horse Town, their feet planted firmly on the ground, slowly raised their heads and looked at him.

How many people could directly withstand the gaze of the gods on the altar?

Especially when seven petty gods, filled with astonishment, doubt, and even hostility, simultaneously focused their gazes on one person...

At that moment, even Little Red Tangerine was taken aback. She watched the flames in front of her flickering erratically, as if being blown by seven different winds. Seeing that they were about to be extinguished, she even happily raised her basket.

Unfortunately, the fire remained on the verge of going out, but never truly died.

"Someone dares to offend the gods?"

At the same time, the spirit bearers of the other seven petty Gods of Decay, felt the change in one direction. Even without seeing it themselves, they could hardly believe it:

How could one of their own be killed in an instant, without even having time to put up any resistance?

But the truth was before them, and they couldn't afford to ignore it. They abruptly turned their attention back, no longer worshipping Stone Horse Town, but simultaneously turning their bodies to face the missing god.

"Those who disrespect the gods will have their blessings destroyed and their lives ruined!"

A gloomy voice sounded. The seven servants, or maids, holding the memorial tablets, simultaneously shouted in low voices, biting the tips of their tongues.

A burst of blood suddenly splattered on the memorial tablets in their hands.

In an instant, rolling dark clouds gathered, even more ferocious than those that had been worshipping Stone Horse Town for so long. It could be seen from afar that seven towering figures were looking in Hu Ma's direction, their massive arms raised into the air, each holding their own magical artifact.

There was a black gourd, a white cloth banner, a rusty iron hook, a tattered fishing net, or some curved snake fangs, and other strange and bizarre objects...

These things seemed real and illusory as they swayed in the night sky. Immediately, a billowing black aura pressed down on Hu Ma.

*Crack crack crack...*

The mere weight of these things, or the gods on the altar, was enough to make one's soul fly away. Even a Watcher, faced with such power, would have their spirit dimmed, and their body would probably wither and decay in an instant.

But Hu Ma had condensed the Great Might Heavenly Duke General Dharma, and he stood firm and unshakeable in the midst of this chaotic yin wind. He looked at the seven figures casting spells at him from afar, and a rare, abnormally arrogant and sinister look suddenly flashed across his face:

"Eradicate my blessings and ruin my life?"

"With just... petty altar gods like you?"

Amidst his cold shout, the knife in his hand suddenly rose.

The seven altar gods were too far away. The Watcher's arms were short, and it seemed that he could only be suppressed here by them.

But Hu Ma gave a deep shout, raised the vicious knife, and stirred up his three pillars of cultivation and his entire spirit without reservation. Then, he held his breath and suddenly blew hard on the black bone on the hilt of the knife.

At the same time, there was something different about this breath. Usually, blowing a breath was the breath of a living person, circulating energy and exerting force, blowing a breath of destiny. But this time, Hu Ma condensed the Dharma, his mouth spewing a violent wind, which was equivalent to a breath of soul energy blowing on this black bone.

In an instant, a rolling, terrifying evil aura erupted from the black bone, vaguely mixed with some kind of wicked and sinister laughter.

Instead of staying here and being suppressed by the power of the seven petty Gods of Decay, the rolling evil aura surged up, directly dispersing the power of the seven petty Gods of Decay. The ferocious evil aura, blown by his own spirit, rolled back. "You are the petty Eight Gods of Decay of the Tongyin Meng family, and here there are also the Five Fiend Gods of the Zhenchong Hu family. If we really compete, who is worse than whom?"

Under the impact of each other, the wind in the sky seemed to be shattered, chaotic, and blowing wildly in all directions, like clouds squeezed together.

The seven towering petty Gods of Decay, who truly looked down on the small Stone Horse Town like gods, their huge figures seemed to tremble from the impact of this evil aura, as if they were losing their footing, and their tall figures seemed about to fall.

"After all, the Five Fiend Ghosts are already dead. If they were alive, would the petty Eight Gods of Decay only stagger a bit?"

Hu Ma was a descendant of the Zhenchong Hu family, but no one had taught him. He didn't know much about guardian gods, blessings, or fates before. He didn't even expect that he would have the opportunity to learn about them by relying on the Yiqian Sect, a sect dedicated to rebellion.

No wonder the Five Fiend Gods were so arrogant at the beginning, thinking they still had a chance to live.

In fact, it probably didn't know that Hu Ma was determined to kill it at the time, and he didn't really understand its importance...

"But it doesn't matter, I'll do it myself..."

Some absurd and strange thoughts flashed through his mind, but Hu Ma just sneered, and then rushed forward with his reins, his eyes showing a sinister ferocity.

His spirit emerged from his seven orifices and condensed above his head, carrying the worship of the townspeople for countless years, and the arrogance and domineering of the Heavenly Duke Great Might General. He raised his knife from afar and waved it in the direction of the seven petty Gods of Decay.

After beheading one god, he only felt as if something had been stirred up in his heart, and he felt his spirit growing stronger and extremely excited, his blood burning.

And his horse, Ma Ye, seemed to feel it too, and became even more excited. It immediately rushed towards the second god.

"How dare you..."

Someone was guarding that place too, and even felt the abnormality, but before they could scold him, they saw a black shadow rushing fiercely.

With one slash, both the person and the memorial tablet were directly cut in two.

The people guarding the memorial tablets, whether maids or servants, were all skilled, and even more so because they were burdened with gods. Even when fighting with the capable people in the town, they would fight for a long time, and there was still a chance of winning.

But the Watcher was close, holding a vicious knife, and he didn't care what skills they had. All it took was a slash, and they had already lost their little lives.

*Chih* *Chih* *Chih* *Chih*

Hu Ma's horse galloped faster and faster. Every time he rushed towards a shadow, a wave of decay fell on him.

Endless pain, as it approached the god, tormented it over and over again. It could be said that the process of Hu Ma slaying each God of Decay was a process of it enduring torture, but it became even more excited because of it.

Even more expectant, it almost didn't seem to be running on the ground, but as if its four hooves had left the ground and it was directly flying. In a daze, it really had a bit of mysterious meaning.

"Kill kill kill kill kill..."

Hu Ma galloped outside the town, waving the great knife in his hand, his spirit was full, and he was majestic.

The rolling evil aura around him accumulated more and more, like a black storm rising around him. Even Ma Ye's speed seemed to have exceeded common sense. In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed through four or five ghost altars.

The Watcher's arms were short, but his horse was fast. The Meng family servants holding the memorial tablets only felt the sky darken for a moment, and even before they could figure out what was happening, they saw the gloomy and terrifying blade coming to their eyes.

In the next moment, heads fell to the ground, and memorial tablets shattered. The gods on the altar, who had received incense for so many years, died as easily as wandering resentful ghosts at this moment.

(End of this chapter) (3/3)