I am Master Maoshan

She struggled constantly, trying to escape from this terrible place, but how could such a small person be a match for these elite members of the Catholic Temple? They grabbed her arms tightly and pressed her to the ground, making her unable to move and unable to break free.

The seriously injured Queen of Darkness was lying on the bed, her face as pale as paper, with a strange smile on her lips. A tentacle suddenly stretched out from her stomach, the tentacle was wet and had a disgusting sheen. The tentacle paused in the air, as if looking for the best angle to attack, and then rushed towards the little girl like a flash of lightning.

The tentacles quickly grew larger in the air, becoming thick and strong, and in an instant they tightly wrapped around the little girl's head. The little girl's crying stopped abruptly, and only her weak cries could be heard faintly from inside, which were full of fear and despair, making people unbearable to listen to.

The next second, the tentacles suddenly shrank, pulling the little girl towards the Dark Queen's body. The little girl's figure instantly disappeared in the tentacles, leaving only a pool of bright red blood and a strong smell of blood in the air. The Dark Queen showed a satisfied smile on her face, as if she had just enjoyed a delicious meal.

The elite members of the Catholic Temple watched this scene expressionlessly, as if they were already accustomed to such things. The whole room fell into a deathly silence, with only the little girl's weak cry for help echoing in the air for a long time.

However, no one paid attention to the cry for help, and the little girl's fate seemed to be doomed to a tragic end.

The great medical saint Anmu clenched his shaking hands into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. The human doctors behind him looked pale, and some of them could not help but retching.

At this moment, the air was filled with the smell of blood and the sweat of frightened children, mixing into a disgusting odor.

"Master, are we really just going to watch?" a young doctor asked in a trembling voice, the hem of his white robe stained with the blood that had just splashed from the little girl.

An Mu's Adam's apple rolled, and his gray beard trembled with his rapid breathing. He looked at the cold-blooded executioner Mo Wushang next to him - there was only chilling indifference on that handsome face.

Mo Wushang was humming something softly, looking happy, and the rhythm was so steady that it seemed like he was at a concert.

"Go on." Mo Wushang opened his thin lips, his voice like a blade tempered with ice.

When the second child was brought up, An Mu noticed that this was a farm boy wearing patched clothes. The child's clear eyes were filled with tears, but he bit his lips stubbornly to keep from crying. This detail hurt the hearts of every doctor present.

"Beast!" An Mu's most proud disciple Lin Mu finally exploded.

The usually gentle young doctor rushed out like an angry lion. His movements were incredibly fast, and he pushed the boy away the moment the tentacle attacked. An Mu didn't even have time to stop him before he saw his beloved disciple's head wrapped by the sticky tentacle.

"Mu'er!" An Mu's roar tore through the heavy air. He watched the tentacles shrink, and Lin Mu's handsome face twisted and deformed under the pressure. Blood gushed out from the gaps between the tentacles, and finally with a "puff", the head full of kindness burst like a ripe watermelon.

Broken bones and brains splashed on Anmu's face, and warm liquid flowed along the wrinkles into his wide-open mouth. He tasted the taste of rust, which was the last taste of the apprentice he regarded as his own son.

On the high platform, the Dark Queen sighed with pleasure, and a distorted human face appeared on her abdomen with a satisfied expression.

Although she did not absorb the young doctor's flesh and blood, her soul was absorbed by her.

Such a pure and kind soul is definitely a great tonic for her.

A smile finally appeared on Mo Wushang's face, and that smile reminded An Mu of a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

"It seems that today's sacrifice is particularly delicious." Mo Wushang wiped the blood that splashed on his sleeves elegantly, "Great Medical Saint Anmu, you have taught me well."

An Mu's knees slammed heavily on the ground, and turbid tears washed away the blood on his face. The belief of saving the dying and the wounded for countless years collapsed at this moment. His trembling hands touched the silver needle hidden in his sleeve - that was a forbidden technique that he never used easily.

"Using my flesh and blood as a guide, I will gather the spirits of heaven and earth..." An Mu's voice was low and firm. His fingers trembled slightly, but he inserted the silver needles into specific acupuncture points of his body with extraordinary precision.

The silver needles flashed with a cold light, as if carrying some ancient and mysterious power. His face was distorted by the pain, and the wrinkles on his face deepened with every word he uttered.

"Call upon the righteousness of heaven and earth, and with my merits, activate the mysterious art of medicine. Open!" As the last word fell, An Mu's eyes suddenly opened, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes. An ancient and powerful aura surged out of his body and instantly filled the entire space.

His body trembled slightly because he could not bear the impact of this force, but his eyes were unusually bright, full of determination and firmness.

Everyone present was shocked by this sudden power, and Mo Wushang and General Black Demon's faces changed drastically.

It is said that every great medical saint has his or her last trump card, which is the crystallization of their lifelong medical skills and their last hope when facing a desperate situation. However, such a trump card is often costly and will never be used easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Not good!" Mo Wushang and the Black Demon General shouted almost at the same time. They wanted to stop An Mu, but it was too late. The white light that gushed out of An Mu's body was like a wild horse running wild, instantly covering the entire space in a sacred and solemn light.

In the light, An Mu's figure seemed extremely small, yet unusually majestic. His figure was looming in the light, as if he had merged with the heaven and earth, performing an ancient and mysterious ritual.

The power contained in the white light is even more awe-inspiring, as if it can see through all the diseases and pains in the world and bring endless hope and salvation.

At this moment, An Mu is no longer the old great medical saint, but has become a medical god. He uses his flesh and blood to carry the purest power between heaven and earth and is willing to save the people at all costs.

However, the opening of this forbidden technique also means that Anmu will pay an extremely heavy price. His merit power and life force will be consumed in this ceremony.

"Boom!" A loud noise like a thunder exploded in Jinyang City. With An Mu as the center, the dazzling white light quickly spread to the surroundings like a surging tide.

The white light was so bright that it seemed to burst out from the core of the sun, carrying a pure and holy power. Wherever the light reached, the air seemed to be ignited, making a slight "sizzling" sound.

The people in Jinyang City were originally immersed in the fear and exhaustion of the Black Demon Clan, and were suddenly enveloped by this sudden white light. At first, they closed their eyes in fear, thinking that it was another evil spell of the Black Demon Clan.

However, after just a moment, an unusually comfortable feeling spread throughout their bodies, just like drinking a mouthful of cold spring water on a hot summer day, or like walking beside a warm fire on a long cold winter day.

Those who were injured only felt a warm sensation at the wound, and the unbearable pain disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The originally red and swollen wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the broken bones were pieced together again, as if time had flowed back at this moment, repairing their bodies to the healthiest state.

The elderly people felt a magical power surge in their bodies. Their hunched bodies gradually straightened, the wrinkles on their faces gradually smoothed out, and their cloudy eyes glowed again, as if they were ten years younger or even more.

Many civilians spontaneously came to the streets, constantly shouting "miracle"

However, to the Dark Demon Clan, this miraculous white light was like the end of the world.

The Dark Demons had always lived in darkness and evil, their bodies and souls had long been eroded by the power of darkness. This pure white light was like a sharp sword, piercing directly into their vital points.

After being enveloped by the white light, countless black demons began to undergo terrible changes. Black blisters first appeared on their skin, and then the blisters burst, and black pus and blood flowed out. When the pus and blood came into contact with the white light, they immediately made a "hissing" sound, as if they were burned by fire.

The bodies of the black demons were quickly corroded, and they let out shrill screams, which echoed in the air, full of despair and pain. Only a moment later, these black demons that once wreaked havoc in Jinyang City turned into ashes and drifted away with the wind.

The Dark Lord General who was closest to Anmu and the Dark Lord Queen who was still seriously injured were the first to be hit. Those high-level Dark Lords originally thought that they had powerful magic that could resist the erosion of the white light.

However, they were wrong. The white light was like a sharp blade that could penetrate any hole, instantly piercing their bodies. They didn't even have time to scream before their bodies began to disintegrate rapidly, turning into a pile of black powder.

The Dark Lord was filled with fear and anger. He knew very well how powerful the white light was. If he didn't escape quickly, he and the Dark Lord Queen would surely die.

He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain of being burned by the white light, and used his strong arms to hold the seriously injured Dark Lord. His movements were swift and decisive, like a cheetah escaping from a dangerous situation.

He was running very fast, his feet flying on the ground, raising a cloud of dust. However, the white light was too harmful to them. Although he tried desperately to escape from the range of the white light, the white light seemed to have life and followed them closely.

The Black Demon General felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier. Every step he took was like dragging a thousand-pound boulder. His skin was burned red by the white light, and black blood kept oozing out of his wounds. His strength was also gradually dissipating under the erosion of the white light. He felt his strength slipping away bit by bit.

Liu Jun and Yan Li have already joined the elites of the Skyfire Divine Realm who have infiltrated Jinyang City. The night was as dark as ink, but Jinyang City was suddenly enveloped by a white light, as if it were daytime. This sudden change caught everyone off guard.

At this moment, they were looking at the white light covering the entire Jinyang City in confusion, with confusion and shock written all over their faces. Their hearts were filled with doubts, where did this white light come from, and what did it mean?
"Don't tell me that this is the attack signal sent by General Chen Jinyang." Liu Jun's mouth twitched, and his eyes revealed an expression of disbelief.

Let's just say, does this signal need to be so strong? As far as the eye can see, the black magic has been burned clean.

"No, Chen Jinyang was talking about red fireworks." Chu Liuying beside him was also confused. He had carefully planned to turn Chen Jinyang against the government. How could he not know what kind of signal it was? However, at this moment, the sudden white light completely disrupted his plan. (End of this chapter)