Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 645 Instantly Killing Two Thieves
With a murderous thought arising, Shang Lu immediately jumped off the bronze chariot.

The cultivator who was explaining the doctrines of the School of Diplomacy was stunned when he saw this. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was explaining too well, making Shang Lu overjoyed and dancing with excitement, or explaining too poorly, forcing Shang Lu to flee in panic.

He wanted to ask, but didn't know how.

Tian Sheng, who was controlling the bronze chariot, also looked at Shang Lu in surprise.

He had no qualms and asked curiously, "Brother Taibai, where are you going?"

"I can't hold it in any longer, please allow me to take care of this."

Shang Lu clutched his stomach, looking like he needed to urinate urgently, and was about to crawl into the roadside weeds.

At the same time, he did not forget to apologize to the dumbfounded strategist: "Brother Ma, I'm sorry, I've been needing to pee for a long time, but your story is so captivating that I couldn't stop listening, so I've been holding it in. Now I really can't hold it in anymore."

The strategist was initially a little unhappy, but after hearing Shang Lu's explanation, his dissatisfaction vanished, and he even laughed.

It turns out it wasn't that I spoke badly, it was that I spoke too well!

The strategist immediately felt confident again, and said with his head held high, "Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes, Brother Taibai, there's no need to apologize. Just don't hold it in in the future, or it might cause problems."

Tian Sheng frowned, turned to Gu Beihai and asked, "Brother Taibai, could it be that the poison hasn't been completely cleared yet?"

"It doesn't look like it."

Gu Beihai shook his head.

He was a physician-trained monk who was proficient in the four methods of "observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation." Among them, the method of "observation" allowed him to discern a person's health status by observing changes in the body's Qi.

In the eyes of the ancient North Sea, the energy of the pokeweed was peaceful and orderly, and did not resemble that of a disease.

"So, it really is because Old Ma's lectures are so captivating?"

Tian Sheng withdrew his gaze, glanced at the strategist, and clicked his tongue in amazement: "How come I didn't recognize it?"

"How could you, a Mohist cultivator, possibly understand the profound mysteries of our School of Diplomacy?"

The strategist snorted, and while praising himself, he didn't forget to put down Tian Sheng.

It's not that he had any conflict with Tian Sheng; the two actually had a good personal relationship. It was just that there were ideological differences between the School of Diplomacy and the School of Mohism, so it was normal for them to argue from time to time.

Tian Sheng's face darkened. Knowing they couldn't defeat their opponent, the strategist didn't dare to continue criticizing him and instead praised Shang Lu.

"Although Brother Taibai is a Confucian scholar, he is not pedantic and is naturally intelligent. He can understand many things after just one listen, which is why he was able to understand the profound meaning of what I was saying."

Tian Sheng snorted, "Brother Taibai is indeed intelligent, but what you're saying isn't necessarily that profound."

While they were bickering, Feng Qi and Xing Ling, who were hiding in the shadows and following them from afar, also saw Shang Lu jump off the bronze carriage and disappear into the roadside bushes.

"Feng Qi, look! Is that guy trying to run away?"

Xing Ling spoke in a low voice, his words filled with excitement. Wisps of witch energy flowed in his hands, transforming into bizarre and terrifying instruments of torture.

Xing Ling wished he could chase after the fleeing person immediately, capture them, skin them alive, and torture them with cruel methods.

Feng Qi's protruding witch eyes saw far more clearly than Xing Ling's naked eyes.

His gaze even pierced through the grass, spotting the pokeweed "urinating" in it, and he said irritably, "No way, he's urinating."

"Foul air."

Xing Ling withdrew his witch energy and cursed, "These low-level cultivators are truly lazy oxen and horses with lots of excrement!"

Suddenly, he felt a "snap" sound next to his ear.

It's like the sound of a storyteller striking his gavel in a teahouse.

But where would a storyteller come from in this desolate wilderness?

Even if there were storytellers among those cultivators, it would be impossible for the sound of the gavel to travel that far.
The spirit instantly became alert, flipped its hand, and a warning talisman appeared in its palm, ready to send a message at any time.

At that moment, Feng Qi's expression changed drastically: "Those people are gone!"

Her witch-like eyes remained fixed on the bronze chariot and the pokeweed burrowing into the grass.

But now, the bronze chariot and the pokeweed have both vanished without a trace.

It was as if it suddenly disappeared...

No, it didn't disappear. Something must have blocked the gaze of her witch eyes.

Feng Qi let out a muffled shout, channeling her witch power into her eyes, causing the two eyeballs that had been gouged out of their sockets to suddenly swell up, so large that they seemed about to explode at any moment.

Even with the full power of the Witch's Eye, it still couldn't see through the cover and spot the bronze chariot and the Shanglu.

Feng Qi was terrified. The means that could block her witch eyes from seeing was definitely extraordinary!
"There are experts hidden among those cultivators, and they've discovered us!"

Feng Qi immediately drew a conclusion.

He immediately ordered Xingling to release a warning talisman to notify the Soul-Eating Captain and others.

Before she could finish speaking, a voice suddenly rang in her ear.

"Are you looking for me?"

Feng Qi felt a chill run down her spine.

She turned around abruptly, forming a hand seal, and the violent witch energy transformed into a sharp vortex, hurtling towards the direction from which the sound came.

"boom--"

Although the attack was hasty, its power was not weak, and it hit the target accurately.

"what--"

A scream rang out; the voice sounded familiar.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qi heard Xing Ling angrily shout, "Are you crazy? Why did you attack me?"

Feng Qi turned around in shock, only to realize that her attack had struck the unsuspecting Xing Ling.

Just as she was about to explain, Wu Yan saw Xing Ling's expression change from anger to horror.

At the same time, she also saw her own reflection in Xing Ling's eyes, as well as a person appearing to her left and behind her.

The man wore a strange mask—with protruding tusks and a face full of sharp hair, he looked exactly like a ferocious wild boar.

Feng Qi didn't have time to turn around and was about to unleash her witch energy to attack from behind. However, before she could even launch her attack, she felt a sharp pain in her back.

A blood-red long knife plunged into her back and emerged from her chest.

Feng Qi's protective witch energy not only failed to block the attack, but was also greedily devoured by the strange scarlet longsword along with her blood.

Feng Qi felt her life and strength rapidly draining away. She wanted to call for help, but she couldn't make a sound or move.

At that moment, through the eyes of the demon, her witch eyes saw that the person behind her had changed his mask.

It turned into a black and red Nuo mask.

A terrifying, despair-inducing aura emanated from the Nuo mask.

The person wearing the Nuo mask raised their hand at that moment, and a strange, spiral-shaped eye appeared on the back of their hand.

"no no--"

Feng Qi cried out in terror, but this did not stop her soul from being forcibly pulled from her body by the spiral-shaped monster eye and sucked into it.

All these changes, though seemingly complex, actually happened extremely quickly.

Before Xing Ling could react, Feng Qi had already turned into a dried-up corpse and collapsed to the ground.

Her blood, witchcraft, and even her soul were all plundered.

Xing Ling originally wanted to save Feng Qi, but seeing this scene, he felt horrified.

He suddenly waved his hand, releasing a warning signal.

At the same time, he unleashed his full power of witchcraft, which instantly transformed into countless shackles, chains, steel needles, sharp knives, and other instruments of torture, weaving together to form a net that enveloped Shang Lu.

As he made his move, Xing Lingfei retreated, trying to create distance between himself and Shang Lu to avoid being struck by the strange blood-red blade in his hand.

"Wearing a Nuo mask and using methods to communicate with the gods and borrow their power... this fellow is the Bashu we're here to capture and kill!"

Although Xing Ling is big and burly, he is quick-witted.

Upon seeing the Nuo mask, he immediately recognized the person's identity.

At the same time, he also realized that the strength of this rat was probably not the Lesser Completion of the Heavenly Realm that they had estimated!

Even if it was a sneak attack, to destroy Feng Qi's protective witch aura in an instant, kill her and steal her soul... that's definitely not something a mere beginner in the Tongtian realm could accomplish!
The best course of action at this moment is to keep this rat occupied until Captain Soul Eater and the others arrive.

"The adults haven't been gone long. No matter how powerful this rat is, it can't kill me instantly in a head-on confrontation! As long as I hold out until the adults return, I can capture and kill this rat! Then, I'll be the one who gets the most credit!"

Even at this moment, Xing Ling still wanted to earn merit and be rewarded, and become an assistant in cultivation.

At that moment, his inescapable net precisely enveloped Shang Lu.

Xing Ling revealed a smug grin.

"Each of my instruments of torture contains extremely strong malevolent energy and resentment. No matter how powerful you are, once you fall into the inescapable net woven by my instruments of torture, you can only surrender without resistance!"

He formed a hand seal and shouted, "Imprison!"

They wanted to tighten the net and completely trap Shang Lu.

Everything went smoothly.

Successfully reaching the executioner, Xing Ling couldn't help but sneer: "A rat is a rat, all it does is sneak attack and hurt people! Once our people receive the warning talisman and return, it will be your death day!"

"Warning talisman? Is this what you mean?"

A voice rang out in Xing Ling's ear at an inopportune moment.

Xing Ling subconsciously turned his head to look.

They saw that Shang Lu, who should have been trapped in the net, was standing outside the net unharmed.

He opened his hand, holding the warning talisman that Xing Ling had released earlier in his palm.

The warning talisman seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, struggling incessantly but unable to break free.

"How could you..."

Xing Ling was dumbfounded, and for a moment, he was so shocked that he couldn't even speak clearly.

He couldn't understand how the rat had escaped his inescapable trap, nor could he understand how the warning talisman, which was supposed to be used for magical communication, had been intercepted and captured by the rat.

Despite his astonishment, Xing Ling reacted swiftly, immediately preparing to make another move to capture Shang Lu.

But Shang Lu was faster. He suddenly raised his foot, stomped on the ground, and shouted, "Draw a circle on the ground and imprison yourself!"

Xing Ling immediately saw countless strange wisps of mist rise from beneath his feet, transforming into shackles formed from words. In an instant, they tightly bound him, not only immobilizing him but also suppressing the witch energy within him.

Xing Ling could only watch helplessly as Shang Lu raised his witch knife.

"no no--"

The next moment, Xing Ling felt the world spinning before his eyes.

He knew that his head had been severed!
Because he saw a headless corpse standing below.

It was his body!
The spirit of the criminal flew out of the skull and tried to escape, but it failed.

The Earth God's mark on the back of Shang Lu's hand was like a black hole, sucking him in directly.

The spirit of the condemned struggled desperately, but could not escape being dragged into hell.

Before plunging into endless hell, the tormentor cursed fiercely:

"If you kill us, you won't survive either!"

"With the commotion you've caused, our people will definitely notice! Once they return, you're dead for sure!"

"We'll be waiting for you in hell!"

"When you come, we'll tear you to pieces and eat you!"

(More tonight!)

(End of this chapter)