The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 752 The Temple's Abnormalities

Song Jing's heart tightened, and his expression became serious.

He did think it looked somewhat similar, but he didn't expect Song Wanning to feel the same way.

"If that's true, then..."

Has this city become a ghost town?
But isn't this Buddhist practice area?
Those Buddhist practitioners mainly cultivate merit, so surely they wouldn't commit massacre of an entire city?

That would deepen one's karmic obstacles.

Filled with curiosity, the two walked in even more cautiously.

They encountered fewer and fewer cultivators, but all of them had the same blank expression, and no matter how they tried to talk to them, they did not react at all.

While observing Song Jing, Song Wanning also kept an eye on his reaction.

His brows never relaxed.

They crossed about half the city and then stopped at the foot of the mountain.

At the very center of the city of Brahma Sound, instead of pavilions and towers, stands a high mountain, upon which a magnificent temple rises, seemingly surrounded by a special aura.

"That's Fanjue Temple."

Song Jing pointed at the temple, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

If the whole city is acting strangely, then this temple might also be in trouble!

"Let's go up and take a look!"

Song Wanning's expression was indifferent, but her guard was at its highest.

As the two continued to climb, the chanting grew louder and louder.

The power of merit within her body also began to circulate more rapidly, protecting Song Wanning completely.

But Song Jing wasn't so lucky; his head throbbed with pain, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

Even after shutting down hearing, there was still no improvement.

Song Wanning glanced at him, then stepped forward and grabbed his arm.

Instantly, under the protection of the power of merit, the chanting faded away, and Song Jing's head cleared up and the pain disappeared.

He gave Song Wanning a grateful look. "Thank you!"

"You are Welcome."

Song Wanning smiled and pulled Song Jing up step by step.

Finally, after a quarter of an hour, the two arrived in front of the temple.

At the main gate, several monks were cleaning, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that their eyes were also very empty, and they seemed completely unconscious.

As soon as the two got closer, the monks' eyes widened, and they turned around abruptly, wielding brooms to strike the two.

Song Wanning's eyes darkened, and she immediately slashed at the group with her sword.

Song Jing immediately attacked the group, and magic spells flew around the temple.

As the broom swept across the stone slab, crisscrossing, earthy-yellow patterns instantly lit up.

These patterns spread and intertwined like living things, and a heavy, mountain-like force of confinement suddenly descended.

The ground beneath Song Wanning and Song Jing's feet seemed to have turned into a sticky swamp, with a powerful suction pulling at their bodies. At the same time, the space seemed to stagnate, and even the air became heavier, greatly restricting their movement and speed.

With a flick of their wrists, the two monks sent their brooms flying upwards! Countless specks of dust, shimmering with an earthy yellow light, shot out from the brooms and, like living creatures, swirled towards Song Wanning and Song Jing.

Once it touches you, it will not only tighten the restraints, but also erode your spiritual power!

"Humph!"

Song Jing snorted coldly, his gaze sharp as lightning. Just as the dust thread touched his body, he suddenly released his fingers from the string.

hum-

The bowstring twanged, and the green arrow split instantly upon leaving the bow, transforming into dozens of arrow shadows trailing pale blue flames.

These arrows circled rapidly around Song Wanning and Song Jing, cutting precisely into the incoming dust threads.

The green arrows collided fiercely with the earth-yellow spirit threads, producing a dense, rain-like hissing sound.

Song Wanning also made a move!

Instead of trying to break free from the ground lock beneath her feet, she gently pointed her longsword at the void in front of her.

Centered on the tip of the sword, an area of ​​abnormal time flow, almost invisible to the naked eye, instantly formed.

Immediately afterwards, she twisted her wrist, and the longsword drew an arc.

The time-dust region, accelerated to its extreme, formed an extremely brief but terrifyingly powerful miniature spacetime vortex that enveloped the two monks in front of them who were about to swing their brooms again!
The two monks, with strange expressions, abruptly stopped and plunged their brooms deep into the ground. The brooms emitted a bright, earthy-yellow light as they desperately resisted the terrifying power of the spacetime vortex.

A sharp light flashed in Song Jing's eyes, and he drew his longbow again, the arrow aimed directly at the two monks who were temporarily imprisoned by the spacetime vortex!

However, the two monks behind reacted extremely quickly! Seeing their companion in danger, they did not hesitate to abandon maintaining the ground lock, and at the same time raised their brooms high and slammed them into the ground!
A thick, earthen-yellow light wall, inscribed with ancient Sanskrit characters, instantly rose in front of the two trapped monks, exuding an aura of indestructible rock.

At the same time, they swung their brooms again, and several condensed, earth-yellow energy energies, like giant pythons, slithered rapidly along the ground and slammed into Song Wanning's back!

Caught in a pincer attack, Song Jing's deadly arrow was blocked by the light barrier, leaving Song Wanning vulnerable to a rear attack!

But Song Wanning seemed to have anticipated this. A cold smile appeared on her lips, and the moment the earthy yellow energy reached her body, her figure vanished from the spot.

The next instant, she had mysteriously appeared behind the two monks who had tried to ambush her.

Instead of swinging her sword, she plunged it into the ground beneath her feet!
hum-

Centered on the tip of the sword, a complex vortex composed of time and space runes completely enveloped her and the two monks behind her!
Within the force field, time was completely frozen, and space was completely locked.

The two monks remained half-turned, their facial expressions, the fluttering of their robes, and even the earthy yellow spiritual energy flowing around them all frozen in that instant, like two lifelike amber statues.

Two soft piercing sounds rang out almost simultaneously. Song Jing drew his longbow and fired two green arrows, piercing the shoulder blades of the two monks who were frozen in time and space with perfect accuracy. The light flames containing powerful destructive force instantly invaded their bodies, interrupting the flow of spiritual energy.

Song Wanning's eyes narrowed, and she drew her longsword, causing the spacetime force field to dissipate instantly.

The two monks regained their freedom, but their shoulder blades were severely injured and their spiritual energy was disordered. In the midst of the excruciating pain, they staggered backward, their brooms losing all their light and falling helplessly to the ground, completely losing their ability to fight.

Following the same method, Song Wanning and Song Jing worked together to take care of the remaining two monks.

Only after all the monks had fallen to the ground did the two men cease their attack.

Song Wanning stood with her sword in hand, her cold gaze sweeping over the remaining monks on the ground.

All that remained was the rustling of the wind through the bamboo leaves.

Song Jing stepped forward and looked at the monks. He pulled the ones who were lying down away, and found that the monks who had been normal before now had all their faces ulcerated.

The aura emanating from his body had completely dissipated, leaving only a dried-up corpse.

Song Jing was startled and immediately stood up straight, looking around warily.