Patrol Captain

Inside the hall, the candlelight was intensely suppressed, while outside, golden light shone brightly, piercing through the windows of the coffin like ten thousand rays of golden light.

It contained divine power that tore apart the thick, inky darkness within the temple.

"not good!"

The people inside the hall immediately felt a strong sense of alarm and prepared to attack, but they soon discovered that the void around them was like an iron wall, and they could not move at all. A moment later, angry shouts and cries of alarm could be heard.

Just then, in front of the golden, radiant palace gate, a dark figure appeared out of nowhere, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

The palace doors were made from a single piece of lapis lazuli. At that moment, they made a heavy and powerful "crack-crack" sound. Outside, a storm raged, and soldiers clashed. Large swaths of golden light poured in through the wide-open door, illuminating the dark and eerie interior clearly, leaving no place to hide.

The mysterious figures inside the hall were blinded by the golden light. Looking at the tall figure amidst the golden rays of light in the direction of the hall's entrance, they felt a suffocating aura, and their hearts pounded wildly.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

The heavy, muffled footsteps echoed on the stone slabs of the main hall, like a sledgehammer striking the hearts of the people inside.

Amidst the flickering light and shadow, they recognized the newcomer. Without prior arrangement, their pupils dilated in shock, revealing undisguised fear and disbelief.

The true master of the Ninth Mountain has actually come!
You should know that they had previously discussed that they believed they were doing things discreetly and were not too worried about being exposed.

As a result, what you fear most is what comes to pass.

For a moment, the expression on the face of the person sitting there was quite interesting.

Outside the hall, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a torrential downpour ensued. Inside, as Chen Yuan stepped in, golden light illuminated the walls, revealing the venomous snakes hiding in the gloomy hell.

Five people were sitting inside the hall.

The leader, originally dressed in blue general's armor with a square face, was now exposed under the golden light. His face and clothes faded, revealing a figure wearing a white mask with a sharp chin and bluish-black lips. A blood-red vertical line ran down the center of the mask.

The second was a woman, dressed in a moon-white soft satin dress, adorned with several dark jade buttons, from which shadowy figures could be faintly seen moving. Her hair was loosely tied up with a black wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands falling beside her face. Her face was covered by a thin veil embroidered with silver ghost patterns. When the wind blew, the veil clung to her lips, revealing a strange smile at the corner of her mouth. Her pupils were an extremely deep black, with no whites.

The third man was extremely tall, about eight feet tall even when sitting. He wore a wide black hemp robe, with his shoulder bones protruding against the fabric as if hiding two sharp blades. One could glimpse half of his face covered with bluish-black lines, while the other half was as white as paper. His eye sockets were extremely deep, with no whites in them, only a faint green light, like two eerie phosphorescent flames.

The fourth man huddled in a corner, wrapped in a glossy black fur coat. He was hunched over, an old man with small, thin hands, long, curved, bluish-gray fingernails. He always carried a black earthenware jar in his arms, its mouth plugged with cloth. Occasionally, a soft rattling sound could be heard from inside the jar, as if something was scratching. His eyes were slanted upwards at the corners, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

The fifth person was a man with eerily white skin, as if his entire body was covered in a layer of white powder. He had a black jade pendant hanging from his right ear, shaped like half a finger bone. A thin black chain was wrapped around his wrist, with the end hidden in his sleeve, the purpose of which was unknown.

The five men watched helplessly as Chen Yuan slowly approached, struggling violently, their faces contorted in rage, their pupils constricted, or filled with terror and fear.
Chen Yuan walked to the center of the main hall, raised his right hand, and grabbed at the side.

The second man on the right, whose skin was deathly pale, let out a cry of surprise, and was then sucked into Chen Yuan's hand by an irresistible force.

Chen Yuan grabbed the man's neck with one hand, his fingers tightening to produce a chilling cracking sound.

But the man looked suffocated, like a fish struggling to breathe off the shore, his eyes wide with fear.

Suddenly, his clothes and face changed, transforming into the appearance of Qingyangzi. He gripped Chen Yuan's wrists tightly with both hands, his face contorted in pain.
"Lord Chen, it's me, Qingyangzi!"

The sound is exactly the same.

This person was none other than the mastermind behind the Benlei Mountain massacre.

Chen Yuan's eyes suddenly shifted, becoming like a blood-soaked blade, his voice filled with sinister intent.
"You beast hiding in the shadows, how dare you lay a hand on the people around me!"

"I will grind you to dust!"

Chen Yuan's voice sharpened, and he loosened his grip. Before the man could react, he suddenly transformed his claw into a palm and slapped "Qingyangzi"'s body.

There was a muffled sound.

The next second, a white light was slapped out of Qingyangzi's body, crashing into the chair and smashing to the ground. Then, golden flames suddenly erupted from his body, enveloping him and making him shudder and scream in agony.

This person still possessed Qingyangzi's body, occupying his physical form without abandoning it. He originally intended to keep it as a way out in case the truth came out later, but unexpectedly, he was powerless to resist Chen Yuan.

The Samadhi Fire scorched his body like dry wood igniting a raging fire, crackling and burning fiercely. During the process of burning his body, a strange scene appeared: the flames burned like an empty paper doll, and the flesh shell broke open with an empty blood hole.

Then something seeped out—not blood, but a sticky, black mist.

Soon, strange changes began to occur on his body, the first thing to go wrong was his face. His pale face looked as if ink had seeped under his skin, and his eye sockets sank in—where the pupils should have been, two pale white specks of light gradually appeared, trembling and shining through a thin layer of skin.

Next came the stomach. The clothes on the body bulged and heaved as if inflated, and a faint scraping sound came from within, like something digging into the ribs with fingernails. The skin and flesh on the back slowly became translucent, revealing the blackening of the vertebrae. Then, with a "crack," the body disintegrated, as if drained dry. It slumped down, and black mist poured out from the bloody holes around it, gathering into a blurry shadow. The edges of the shadow were still covered with bits of translucent skin and flesh, which were burned into fine ash by the flames and scattered as the shadow swayed. Only a layer of skin clinging to the bone remained on the ground, which also turned to ashes in the flames. The two white dots in the eye sockets had moved to the head of the black mist figure.

After the Samadhi Fire burned through the fleshy shell, it spread to the black misty shadow. The shadow emitted a piercing screech, and sharp ghostly claws condensed from the mist, attempting to tear apart the curtain of true fire, but to no avail.

It then transformed into formless energy, changing shape as it tried to escape underground, but was trapped by the golden true fire.

Amidst a sharp screech, the monster was finally incinerated into nothingness.

This must be the martial spirit cultivated and fused by the people of the Holy Sect!
It's a bizarre thing!

Even if it was bizarre, under the terrifying power of the Martial Saint, it was nothing more than a matter of raising a hand to kill.

All of this may seem lengthy, but it actually happens in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yuan didn't look to the side. He turned and supported Qingyangzi's physical body, then waved his hand, sending a gust of wind out of the hall. Accompanied by a loud bang, the hall door slammed shut.

After doing all this, Chen Yuan looked down at the remaining four people in the hall with disdain, as if they were dead, making them feel goosebumps all over.

The air inside the hall instantly turned frosty.

The pressure was so great that the members of the Holy Church could hardly breathe.

"One dragon and tiger, four Musashi—who gave you the audacity to plot against me?"

"How dare you usurp my place and harm my soldiers in Shu!" Every word Chen Yuan uttered was like a death knell, striking the hearts of several members of the Holy Sect.

After speaking, Chen Yuan trembled, and a powerful aura rippled through the void inside the hall, then swept across Western Zhou like a raging storm.

The candlelight inside the hall suddenly went out, and wherever the ripples in the void passed, the stone slabs shattered, and the candlesticks, tables, chairs, and pillars of the hall all exploded and were instantly crushed into dust.

The four members of the Holy Sect were bound, but at this critical moment of life and death, they let out angry groans and roars of different colors, urging out their respective life-saving methods.

The white-masked man at the head of the group had reached the Dragon-Tiger level in cultivation. Suddenly, blood-red lines on his mask overflowed with blood-red light spots, which instantly transformed into scales resembling withered tree bark, spreading from top to bottom across his entire body.

The blood-red scales looked thin, but when the surging energy crashed in, each scale wriggled strangely, like countless tiny insects gnawing at the incoming energy, forcefully supporting a blood-red light membrane amidst the raging waves.

The woman in the white dress and veil suddenly opened her mouth, and as her tongue licked her lips, a cloud of black mist shot out, revealing a grotesque face resembling a demon, which directly clashed with the oncoming energy.
The tall, black-robed figure, whose shoulders seemed to sag, had several black dominoes floating from his sleeves. These dominoes landed around him and formed a small array—the surrounding void instantly twisted and deformed, and the air currents that rushed in were distorted in a strange arc, grazing past him. However, black liquid had seeped from the edges of the wooden dominoes, as if they were being corroded by something.

The thin old man in the black fur coat swallowed hard, and the hem of his coat bulged out on its own. In the blink of an eye, his body swelled to several meters in size, becoming obese and bloated. His clothes tore open, revealing a hideous black face on his stomach. The face then blew out a mouthful of ink-like air that enveloped the man.

In an instant, these members of the Holy Sect unleashed their supernatural powers, each of which exuded an eerie aura.

Some possess ghosts within them, using these ghosts to ward off harm; others use some kind of witchcraft or sorcery to substitute for torture!

Chen Yuan took in everything, a sinister smile playing on his lips, and simply stomped his foot.

In that instant, the hall roared and the void exploded.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

Everything tangible in the main hall exploded, including the few members of the Holy Church who stubbornly resisted.

The sounds of flesh being torn apart, the monster's piercing screams, and the screams of several people.

Faced with such a vast difference in strength, these people are nothing more than slightly larger ants.

Rumble.

The entire hall collapsed with a roar.

The impact was precisely controlled within the Zhonglang Hall.

Just after the main hall collapsed and crumbled, several sharp whistles rose into the sky from the ruins.

Four strange shadows, some black, some blue, and some blood red, rose into the sky.

A cloud of dark mist shot into the sky, and within it appeared a gigantic, blood-red eyeball, about a hundred feet in size. Streams of light flashed and changed within its pupil. Finally, the light within the eyeball settled, revealing a scene.

It was a pitch-black hole, filled with a terrifying aura!

The second monster emerged from the ruins, its countless bones sprawling out like building blocks, coalescing into a body that shot into the sky towards the giant eyeball.

The third monster rose into the sky, its upper body a tree made of human skin bursting from the ground, while its lower body was fused into the earth, indistinguishable as legs or roots. The tree was covered with dense, blood-red patterns that moved on their own, like writhing blood vessels, absorbing nutrients from the earth. Then, the tree exhaled a strange blood-red mist that spread and lingered between heaven and earth.

…………

"Please invite the altar!"

A strange scream.

Then, a fierce wind arose between heaven and earth, and the torrential rain in the sky was infected by the blood-red mist, turning into blood rain.

In the frozen image of the blood-red eyeball in the sky, strange syllables emanate from the pitch-black ghost cave.

The syllables resounded throughout the heavens and earth, like countless people whispering in your ear, or like the ravings of an evil god from beyond the heavens.

A strange, chilling, and indescribable fear quickly emanated from those blood-red eyes.

In the torrential rain, among the soldiers of the inner city government, some soldiers felt a splitting headache, as if those voices had entered their brains and caused terrible changes.

As the strange syllables spread, they will cause some terrifying changes to the entire Jiangyou Pass.

This is similar to a ritual of invoking a saint!
These monsters are summoned from the sacred altar by an indescribable and terrifying being to descend upon this place in order to fight against the God of Slaughter of the Ninth Mountain!
But Chen Yuan was the first to strike; how could he tolerate these guys causing trouble right under his nose!
At this moment, dark clouds loomed over the city, and the atmosphere was oppressive and violent.

Just as the suffocatingly dim atmosphere was beginning to dissipate, a resounding clang suddenly erupted, like a giant bell being struck from the heavens.

In an instant, a beam of celestial light pierced through the dark clouds in the pitch-black sky, falling straight down from the heavens and illuminating the rain-soaked inner city as bright as day.

The light of heaven, imbued with an indescribable divine power, suddenly enveloped the enormous, blood-red eyeball, abruptly silencing the murmurs that echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Meanwhile, in Jiangyou Pass, countless people looked up at the sky and were terrified. They discovered a divine eye with a vertical beam of light between the dark clouds!
Further up, one can vaguely discern the phantom of a towering deity!

His shoulders were so broad they could crush mountains, and the beam of light piercing through the clouds came from the newly opened vertical eye on his forehead, its pupil a pure, lustrous gold, brimming with terrifying divine power.

The entire world was silent under that gaze, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

The blood-red eyeballs, the skeletal monster, and the tree with human skin all violently turned to ashes under this divine light.

However, in the intervals between the explosions, wisps of gray energy swirled in all directions and quickly disappeared into the night.

A thunderous snort echoed from the sky, and the terrifying eyes quickly closed. Then, the enormous figure, like a god, vanished into the dark clouds of the night.

The next moment, thousands of miles away, in a small courtyard with green bamboo.

The void hummed as Chen Yuan stepped out from it.

"Pass on my orders!" (End of Chapter)