Chapter 843: Chapter 37: The Grand Ceremony Debate, Ancestral Master’s Task, Yaksha Yin God! (Da Zhang)
"In that case, let’s charge towards the Tianhe Temple."
"I didn’t expect to encounter the priest so soon."
Zhao Xing’s true body suddenly descended.
He was now capable of multitasking, performing other tasks while maintaining the Seasonal Order.
"Even so, I must remain vigilant."
The Split Soul Body of the Great Zhou Yin God can also be turned in such chaos.
For instance, Fu Tianyang’s main body ghost might not know what his Split Soul has done.
Unless it is reabsorbed, just like when the Blood Spirit Venerable was deceived by Zhao Xing into losing divine power, only realizing what had happened after recovering and absorbing the Split Soul’s memory.
"Yunmen!"
Zhao Xing pointed his finger, and suddenly clusters of golden cloud lights appeared above the Tianhe Temple.
The clouds connected to each other, quickly forming a large gate.
The gate rapidly descended, lowering to an extremely low level, almost pressing upon the temple.
"Hoo~"
The black vortices inside the temple suddenly shrank.
The Yunmen has the effect of stabilizing the Realm Wall.
The shrinking of the vortices connecting the Yin Realm and the Great Thousand World was due to the increased difficulty in tearing the Yin Realm passages.
"Hmm?"
Inside the temple, the Tianhe Priest Wu Xuan Ying suddenly looked up.
"Top-level Cloud Skill? Could someone be attacking the temple?"
"Has the city fallen?"
Wu Xuan Ying’s expression turned grim.
For a moment, he thought of many dire possibilities.
But never considered it might be an ally.
Because at this time, doing one’s duty as the Minister of Agriculture Supervision was best.
Doing anything else could easily provoke suspicion.
Moreover, Zhang Ping did not know Cloud Skill.
Which meant a stranger of high-grade Minister of Agriculture was in the city.
"I must quickly deal with Zhu Qingyou." Wu Xuan Ying clenched his teeth, spitting out a mouthful of heart blood, then affixed a talisman to his forehead.
He carried a powerful divine statue and walked out of the temple.
"What’s going on, where’s the Military Minister of Agriculture Officer?" Another Main Temple Priest, Zhu Qingyou, looked to the sky. "Zhang Ping definitely can’t perform such a top-level magic."
"Could it be that the rebellion has been suppressed, and someone’s come to assist the temple?"
"No, I must quickly eliminate Wu Xuan Ying and rapidly take control of the situation."
"Puh~" He punched his chest, then spat out fresh blood, sparing no effort to consume his lifespan, began rapidly absorbing divine power.
"Everyone, absorb the divine power quickly!"
"Do not fear the consumption, we can replenish it afterwards!"
"Yes."
Many priests responded in succession.
...
Zhao Xing had no idea that his appearance had accelerated the confrontation between the two factions of priests inside.
After deploying Yunmen, still unsatisfied, he took out handfuls of talismans from a box, either affixing them to himself or sending them into the sky.
There was no choice; the Yuan Yin Holy Scripture could only be used by the true body.
Relying solely on a clone to activate a Ninth-tier Treasure was extremely difficult.
The burden was too great, so it was better not to use it.
Otherwise, having a clone holding the treasure book could easily lead to it being snatched away.
If that happened, it would be amusing indeed.
The power exerted by the Yuan Yin Treasure Book in the hands of a priest would certainly be greater than his own.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~"
The Ten Thousand Skill Avatars in the sky all withdrew, appearing around Zhao Xing.
They formed a clone guard, surrounding and protecting the true body.
The Heavenly Thunder Finger is a Yang Thunder Skill, capable of a showdown with the priests.
"Boundless Starlight! Endless Vortex!"
Zhao Xing established an Earth Palace underground.
He didn’t choose the Hanhai Palace or the Xuanshui Palace.
Because these two spells were not specifically for killing enemies, nor were they suitable for use here.
Unless he intended to flood the Tianhe Prefecture.
Doing so would utterly crush the rebellion, turning him into the rebel!
"This should be enough."
Zhao Xing summoned a current of Yin Wind, swirling around his formation, then quickly entered the temple.
"Hiss woo woo~"
The fierce wind howled, turning the entire temple area into a chilling and eerie atmosphere.
The temple, once illustrious and filled with peace, now seemed completely different.
"Who goes there?!"
A Fourth-rank Priest appeared ahead.
Zhao Xing took a closer look. His appearance was quite peculiar.
His vestment robe had split open, revealing eight arms.
Two horns had appeared atop his head, and he held a trident in his hand.
"Eight-Armed Yasha? Isn’t this the Evil God?" Zhao Xing was momentarily stunned.
How could they have invited an Evil God?
This shouldn’t be happening.
"Humph, ignorant youth! I am the Rashamon Clan Divine, sealed by the Grand Ancestor! A Second-grade Moon Night King!"
"I once followed the Grand Ancestor to conquer the Sixteen Countries of East State, and achieved great feats!" the Fourth-rank Priest shouted.
But it was clear that it wasn’t him speaking, but the Rashamon Clan Yin God behind him.
"Oh, I suppose there is such a Divine. Consider yourself orthodox then." Zhao Xing nodded.
Due to not being part of the Human Clan, few worshiped this Yin God, making it a relatively obscure Mao God.
"Damn it! What do you mean ’consider’? You’re just inexperienced!" the Yasha shouted angrily.
"Then, mighty Moon Night King, could you please step aside?" Zhao Xing asked.
He couldn’t discern whether the Priest was good or evil, as the Dayan Qi Observation Skill failed here.
Thus, he couldn’t tell if this Yin God was a traitor.
"Are you here to rebel or to restore?" Before Zhao Xing could ask, the Yasha spoke first.
"Of course, I’m here to restore balance! I’m here to seek the Minister of Agriculture God."
"Very well." The Yasha’s eyes shifted, and he stepped aside, "I’ll escort you through then."
"No need, just move aside."
"Fine, proceed."
Zhao Xing immediately sent out a clone to lead the way.
As he passed the Yasha Yin God.
"Boom!" "Whoosh!"
The trident tore through the void, aiming straight at Zhao Xing’s clone.
Simultaneously, sixteen black thunderbolts shot towards the Yasha Yin God.
"Boom boom~~"
The Yasha’s arms bled, and four of the eight arms were severed.
Zhao Xing’s clone also lost a hand.
"Damn it, I was wary of you from the start!" X2.
"Treacherous!" X2.
Zhao Xing and the Yasha Yin God spoke in unison.
Neither the man nor the God trusted the other from the beginning!
"The Rashamon Clan’s Yaksha Kings are notorious for their treachery; do you really think I lack insight?"
"Claiming great feats while following the Grand Ancestor, you’re just a lowly gatekeeper! You were only bestowed the title because you surrendered early!"
The Yaksha King’s severed arms quickly reattached, seemingly angered by Zhao Xing’s remarks: "Damn it! The Zhou Royal Family is merciless!"
"Promised eternal incense for my clan, yet since the Cheng’an Calendar began, my clan’s Yin Gods have been locked away in the palace."
"It wasn’t until this year that Prince Liang released us... Even for great exploits, you look down on us!"
"Ji Mingjing, you foolish ruler! Prepare to die!"
The Yaksha King roared and threw a punch fiercely at Zhao Xing.
Zhao Xing thought he was about to fight to the death, always vigilant for other watchers, but as the shadows of fists filled the sky, the Yaksha King turned to flee.
However, he didn’t get far before suddenly being blocked by eight clones.
"What?!"
The Yasha Yin God was suddenly shocked.
"Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff!"
Heavenly Thunder Finger struck, instantly shattering it to pieces, leaving only its horned head intact.
"You didn’t even figure out who I am, yet tried to play tricks, pretend to be vulnerable, and delay for time... It’s all outdated tactics I’ve left behind." Zhao Xing laughed coldly.
Unbeknownst to him, he was also buying time, sealing the Yaksha Yin God’s escape routes.
However, the Yaksha Yin God’s idle talk did give Zhao Xing some useful information.
"Prince Liang opened the seal of the Yin God Palace so early; did he also open the prison in the Yin Realm sooner?"
"The Yin Realm’s prison, who knows how many Yin Gods full of grievances are locked away." Zhao Xing thought. "The ’mission reward’ from the Tianhe Temple is hardly easy to obtain... Master, why don’t you come out personally?"
But since he was already here, Mr. Zhao wasn’t afraid anymore.
After killing the Yasha Yin God, the peering gaze became much less frequent.
He immediately had the clone hold up the head of the Yin God and Priest combination, and headed deeper into the temple.
The threat was apparent: Stop me and die!