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Chapter 1047: All parties gathered
"It is better for the world to have a ruler than for it to have no gods for eternity."

"Alas, how foolish people are! They think that by overthrowing the oppression of the gods, they can be their own masters. But with feudal lords pressing down on them, what difference is there from before!"

"The feudal lords are recognized by the Nine Tripods, and all nations submit to them. Their power is divine, yet they still oppress the people to enrich themselves!"

The Western Temple Master sat barefoot on a large rock and said with a melancholy tone, "Our Shakyamuni religion pursues the supreme cause, the release of the 'self' deep within people's hearts, and the supreme god of freedom."

"No oppression, no rule, God is supreme, does not interfere but only observes. Only those who do evil in the name of God are the targets of our Buddhist religion to overthrow."

"To be without a ruler in the country, to be without a father at home, to be without a ruler and without a father is utterly rebellious and immoral! How delightful!"

He laughed loudly as he untied his wide, light gauze robe, starting from his feet, ankles, calves, and knees, and working his way up. His skin was smooth and delicate, without a single scar.

His upper body was bare on the left, revealing his fair shoulder; what a beautiful woman and handsome man.

The Lord of the Western Palace was once the most handsome man recognized by all fifty states, envied by countless women.

He is also a top expert in the body tattooing industry.
A red dot flickered between his brows, his blood and energy flowed throughout his body, and on his smooth skin, words appeared and lit up one by one.

In an instant, countless words flickered and moved, connecting to form texts and chapters, wandering through every corner of his body.

Anyone who has seen the Nine Cauldrons in person can immediately recognize that the changing patterns of the characters on his body are only slightly similar to the characteristics of the characters on the Nine Cauldrons changing in the blink of an eye.

He exhaled and asked the person in front of him, "Gan Shixiu, are the words on my body beautiful?"

"nice!"

"Forget it, you can't tell, stop talking!"

The Western Palace Master placed his fingertips together, and tiny characters, the size of sesame seeds, flowed into his palms, wriggling and stacking into a small tower.

He lowered his eyes, focusing his gaze on the spire, and asked, "Have you and the other Heavenly Kings arrived at the destination?"

Gan Shixiu was clearly standing in front of him, but who was the 'you' he was referring to?

"Two places: the medicine-refining basin that attracts attention, which is also the lair surrounded and protected by evil forces; the second, the 'Heaven and Earth Furnace' where the Martial Saint Pill is truly refined."

Gan Shixiu spread his hands, "Palace Master, where should 'we' go?"

"Since my goal isn't some worthless Martial Saint Pill, then going anywhere isn't wrong!"

The Western Palace Master waved his hand and handed him the small tower formed from the words. "Use it carefully, but one thing: if you encounter those guys who impersonate your ancestor, don't hold back."

Gan Shixiu is the most orthodox successor of the Martial Saint of All Things.

In his controversial later years, the Martial Saint of All Things left behind a lineage that eventually merged into the Sacred God Sect, shouldering a mission: to completely eliminate the Enchantress.

Besides, all those so-called race religions and mixed-blood witches are just despicable villains who falsely claim the legacy of the Martial Saint of All Things.

The most orthodox successor of the Martial Saint of All Things in this generation is Gan Shixiu.

Gan Shixiu nodded earnestly, "Palace Master, I'm going!"

A moment later, Gan Shixiu's figure disappeared from sight, confirming that he had walked quite a distance.

The Western Palace Master pinched a finger, broke it off, and pulled out a bloody, fleshy strand, dragging it like a calligraphy brush, as he drew it out into the void.

Oh oh oh!
The void, covered by ten thousand human skins, instantly cracked open, and a sharp voice rang out, "Western Palace Master, what's the use of stopping me if you're not going to join the fun?"

The owner of the voice soon appeared; she was a strange old woman, holding a thick ink brush as tall as herself, with human skins swirling and stacking behind her like two broad wings.

Mo Bugong, one of the most renowned tattoo masters in the world, is also the only woman in this field.

"I say that today, racial religions can't stir up any trouble."

The Western Palace Master brandished his severed finger, and in an instant, countless characters flooded the ink-less inkwell like a torrent.

Mo Bugong's eyelids twitched wildly. He brandished his ink brush, and countless human skins instantly coalesced into a gigantic sphere. ...

"A thousand tents lit up in a sea of ​​fog."

A single spark spread out, the air turned into kerosene, fueling the fire, and in an instant, it split into billions of lights.

These flames hovered in mid-air, their tongues twisting into strokes, forming characters—the seal script of the Western Hanging Caves.

The lights scattered throughout were actually fragments of light from a giant eye.
Gazing upon this land.

The owner of the giant eyeball is named Banzhang Yuhuo, the leader of the Western Xuantian Wanku Mountain.

A line of bloody tears streamed down his face, clearly indicating that this move had taken a heavy toll on him and had severely exhausted him.

"It's my turn!"

Jin Lao of Wu Lao Zhuang pierced through the clouds above, and something fell down with a yin-yang duality—a wooden yoke.

The characters on the surface of the wooden yoke stood out, causing the air to vibrate and produce a sound; it was clearly the complete "Treatise on the Cessation of Punishment".

The wooden shackles replaced the giant eye, descending upon the target and snapping shut.

The target is a beautiful enchanting creature with pointed ears, and it is not a malevolent spirit, but a calamity spirit.

Natural disasters and man-made calamities, the evil spirits of disaster rank before the evil spirits of calamity, and are powerful beings comparable to grandmasters.

Once upon a time, a calamity on the verge of breaking through caused chaos in the capital. If it had become a calamity, the losses would have been ten or a hundred times greater.

The demon looked at the wooden shackles binding its arms with a puzzled expression, then exerted a slight force.

In an instant, the chanting of "The Chapter on Cessation of Punishment" around them stopped abruptly, wood chips flew everywhere, and each character fell to the ground with the sound of jade shattering.

Jin Yong's writing has reached the level of "every word a gem" and "priceless," but it still cannot contain this calamity.

"Why is there a calamity demon in Putuo Prefecture?"
"The Evil Martial Arts Sect and the Buddhist Cult have repeatedly fought over this place, and it even harbors a calamity demon. What kind of auspicious place is this?"

The bigwigs of the Golden Immortal Path present were astonished; this was abnormal.

The name "Disaster Demon" is truly fitting; it appears wherever plagues, locust plagues, or droughts occur, usually accompanied by unusual natural disasters. However, Putuo Prefecture clearly does not fit this description.

A monstrous creature, and clearly not a newly promoted one, entered Putuo Prefecture in an unusual manner.

"Is this a conspiracy by the Queen of Enchantress? Does she also want to get involved in this matter?"

The moment Old Jin uttered his words, the demon of calamity was provoked. It howled, its voice shrill and mournful, "Emperor!"

The call rang in Zhou You's ears, and he trembled, instinctively looking at the figure deep within the void.

Fifth vest, Liu Jingguo.

This figure with its vacant eyes suddenly showed a strange light, as if it had encountered some kind of turning point.

"No way, the Queen of Enchantress is involved in this too, it's getting more and more chaotic!"

Zhou You subconsciously brought up the control panel, only to see half a sentence: "Trial Project (Ten...)"

The content is unclear, and the star rating is not well-defined. In other words, even with the panel's capabilities, the truth of this conspiracy cannot be calculated due to insufficient clues.

Dangerous!
Looking further ahead, he saw that he wasn't the only one in the passage leading to the underground ice cave; many others were hiding nearby, watching from afar what was happening in the underground cave.

The evil alchemist's seven-ingredient alchemy was nearing its end. The aura of the Martial Saint in the furnace was entering the Great Gentleman's body, and the surrounding cold earth energy gathered into leaping flames to refine her.

(End of this chapter)