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Maha stared at the three shadows of the high priests' ghosts. Relying on Shanbao's special sensitivity, he began to feel the subtle flow of the ghost power.

Although it is not vitality, there are traces to follow.

Soon, he discovered that although the high priest had split into three phantoms,

But the area between Xu Ying's eyebrows in the center exudes a different charm.

In an instant, Maha began to pretend to attack the ghosts on both sides.

The giant ape suddenly burst out with astonishing speed. He held the ivory in his hand, causing a whistling sound.

The ghost on the left reacted quickly, opened its mouth and let out a sharp roar, while its body quickly retreated backwards.

Maha's attack seemed fierce, but it changed direction at the moment of hitting the ghost and attacked the ghost on the right.

The ghost on the right was also frightened by the sudden attack and hurriedly dodged.

But all this is just Maha's trick.

While pretending to attack the ghosts on both sides, he secretly seeped blood into the ground.

These blood veins followed the foul blood remaining in the blood cloud and quickly swam towards the central shadow.

Under Maha's control, the blood tentacles quietly wrapped around the feet of the central shadow.

The central shadow at this moment had no awareness of where his feet were.

Maha looked at the shadow in the center, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

In just one year, those bloodlines seized the opportunity and quickly climbed up to the ghost in the middle.

Although the blood veins were invisible, they instantly pierced into the center of the central shadow's eyebrows.

The high priest let out a howl.

His three ghost forms began to twist and disintegrate at this moment, and his originally illusory body became blurred.

The next moment, due to the damage to his body, the high priest was forced to condense back into a single soul.

Maha seized this perfect opportunity and pounced on him quickly.

He didn't know how to deal with invisible things like ghosts, but Maha knew.

Shanbao can!

At this moment, more and more blood vessels extended from Shanbao, flowing madly along Maha's body into the soul of the high priest.

Wherever these tentacles reach, souls quickly disappear as if being swallowed by the abyss.

The high priest used up his last bit of strength and released the heart-corrosive fire.

The shadow of Atu reappeared in the corrosive fire, but Maha was unmoved at this moment.

The high priest's soul gradually shriveled up as it was devoured by the mountain treasure.

His face was distorted, his eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, and he let out a shrill roar:

"The gods...will not let go..."

But before he could finish his words, Maha shouted loudly,
Under Maha's control, Shanbao started with a bang.

A powerful and heart-pounding wave erupted from the mountain treasure, and the ghost was shocked by this force.
It was instantly shattered into pieces and completely crushed.

Maha looked at the gradually dissipating blood mist, and the fire of hatred in his heart finally gradually died out.

His body was trembling slightly, and the wound on his chest was still aching.

But Maha knew that the high priest was dead.
No one can stop him from seeking revenge!

At this time, Maha also felt a wave of fatigue coming over him.
He half-knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly.

However, the wounds on its body began to heal gradually after consuming the high priest's energy.

The originally bloody wound scabbed and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and new skin grew at the wound.

Maha rested for a while, slowly stood up and picked up the ivory stained with black blood.

He looked towards the direction of the Jing Yuan Temple, the bloodshot in his eyes still lingering:
"Next, it's your turn."

……

In order to prevent the death of the high priest from causing all the other people in the Jingyuan Temple to disperse,

Maha didn't rest for long before he arrived above the Jingyuan Temple again.

Once upon a time, this was the source of his nightmares.

It is the place where the tribesmen suffered.
Now, he will return with destruction.

The sky is overcast at this moment.

Maha stood quietly in front of the ruins of the temple, exuding a chilling aura.

After devouring the high priest, Maha's strength has risen again.
The giant ape form it displays is probably no worse than the original complete giant ape.

And even if he didn't turn into a giant ape, he would have enough strength to lift the ivory with his body.

At this time, the Jingyuan Temple may have received the news of the death of the high priest.

It is covered with a layer of black film, sheltering all the people and buildings.

With a low roar, his huge giant ape body began to gradually shrink.

Maha's body shape also began to change constantly, and finally turned into a black-haired and strong human man.

He stood in front of the temple, tusk clenched in his hand.

What Maha was thinking at this moment was blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

Only by completely eradicating everything here can we comfort those tribesmen who died in pain.

He slowly raised his hand, and the mountain treasure in his body instantly began to become restless.

In an instant, countless blood tentacles gushed out from his palms.

These tentacles, which only he could see, danced and swirled in the air, entwining and intertwining with each other.
Finally, it turned into blood-red threads all over the sky and stabbed rapidly towards the dome of the temple.

The black membrane barrier of the Essence Temple was so fragile that it could not withstand a single blow after being pierced by the blood tentacles.

The blood tentacles easily pierced into the black membrane and began to erode it crazily in an instant.

The black film made a crisp sound like breaking glass, and cracks quickly spread out.

As the blood vessels continue to erode, the black film gradually becomes darker.

Finally, it completely shattered, turned into countless tiny fragments, and dissipated in the air.

At the same time, Shanbao began to continuously extract the remaining blood clouds above the sky.

Not only that, the blood also seeped directly into the earth and pierced deeply into the statue.

At this moment, the statues on the outer wall of the temple were originally solemn and dignified.

But at this moment, because of the piercing of blood vessels, he seemed to feel great pain.

Their eyes suddenly burst, and black blood oozed out from their eye sockets.
It flowed down the cheeks, making the statue's face look hideous and ferocious.

These statues seemed to be wailing silently, their bodies trembling slightly, as if they were trying to break free.

However, their struggles were in vain, as the extraction of the mountain's treasures seemed inevitable.

They can only gradually lose their luster and become dilapidated in pain.

The air in the temple also became extremely oppressive, filled with a strong smell of blood and decay.

Maha watched all this, without any pity or hesitation in his eyes.

There was only the flame of revenge in his heart, burning fiercely and unable to be extinguished.

He knew this was just the beginning.
The Jingyuan Temple will surely pay a heavy price for what they have done.

And he will be the judge who will push them into destruction with his own hands.

The priests hiding in the temple saw the defensive barrier being broken.

Maha descended like a god, with a look of fear on his face.

But they did not give up and quickly gathered together.
They were muttering something and their hands were constantly making strange hand seals. Following their movements, a large army of blood puppets emerged from underground.

These blood puppets have huge bodies, rotten skin membranes, and their hearts and intestines constantly flow out of their stomachs.

Their eyes were empty and gleaming with a faint green light.
Holding various worn-out weapons in their hands, they roared and attacked Maha.

Maha looked at the swarming blood puppet army, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of disdain.

He raised his hand slightly, and the blood tentacles quickly drilled into the ground.

These tentacles meandered underground and soon captured the remaining blood energy in the blood puppet's body.

As Maha's mind moved, the blood tentacles instantly exerted force, controlling the blood and energy in the blood puppet's body in reverse.

The blood puppet that was originally rushing towards Maha frantically suddenly stopped for a moment as if it was cast under a spell.

Then, their bodies turned uncontrollably and pounced towards the priests who had cast the spell to summon them.

The priests never expected that the blood puppet would suddenly turn against them, and expressions of horror appeared on their faces.

The blood puppet was extremely fast and rushed in front of them in the blink of an eye.

The blood puppets opened their mouths full of sharp teeth and bit the bodies of the priests madly.

Tear off pieces of their flesh and blood and swallow them into the stomach.

The screams of the priests echoed in the temple one after another, making people shudder.

A black-robed priest was horrified when he saw this.

He hurriedly took out a bone flute and tried to control the blood puppet with the sound of the flute.

The bone flute made a sharp and piercing sound that echoed in the air.

However, he underestimated the madness of Maha and the Blood Puppet.

Not only were the blood puppets not controlled, but they were enraged by the sound of the flute and pounced on him even more frantically.

Several blood puppets suddenly pounced forward, grabbed the black-robed priest's arms and pulled hard.

With a "crack", the black-robed priest's arms were torn off and blood gushed out like a fountain.

He let out a shrill scream and the bone flute in his hand fell to the ground.

Then, more blood puppets rushed over and submerged him.
With screams, he quickly turned into a pile of bones.

Maha stood on the ruins, the tentacles of the mountain treasure like greedy leeches,

Wandering around the battlefield, sucking the remaining vitality of the battlefield.

Dark red blood oozed from the cracks in the scorched earth, as if the earth was bleeding.

These blood threads flowed along the Shanbao tentacles and continuously into Maha's body.

In the distance, the surviving priests of the Jingyuan Temple were trembling with fear and crawling on the ground.

They were terrified of Maha's power and bloody killings, and were calculating how to protect themselves from this disaster, or looking for opportunities to fight back.

But what they didn't know was that in Maha's eyes, they were nothing but lambs to be slaughtered.

At this moment, every step Maha took stepped on the broken limbs on the ground, making a dull sound.

He walked through the bloody corridor and headed towards the main hall of the Jingyuan Temple step by step.

In the main temple, the surviving priests were already frightened out of their wits.
They knelt on the ground one by one, ready to surrender to Maha.

The old priest who was in the lead, with a wrinkled face and gray hair, was extremely terrified at this moment.

"The high priest is dead, we just need to surrender..."

Trembling, he held high up the temple's sacred object, which was a piece of animal bone stained with god's blood.

As Maha stepped in, the old priest also spoke:
"I am willing to offer a divine object, and beg Your Majesty to spare our lives!"

Maha looked at everything in front of him indifferently, without the slightest mercy.

He raised his hand, and the blood tentacles pierced into the piece of animal bone.

The tentacles shuttled freely in the animal bones, madly devouring the pure divine power within them.

Under this powerful suction, the animal bones began to tremble slightly, and the luster on the surface gradually dimmed.

As the divine power was continuously devoured, the animal bones made a "cracking" sound, and cracks spread rapidly.

In a moment, the animal bones that were once regarded as the most precious treasure of the temple turned into powder and fell to the ground.

Maha looked at the animal bone powder dissipating in his hand and said coldly: "Live on your knees or die standing up."

When the priests heard these words, they trembled even more violently.

They realized that they no longer had any choice.

Driven by fear, they prostrated themselves before the Lord.

His forehead hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

The priests huddled together, lowered their heads, and dared not breathe.

Maha stood among them, his eyes scanning the faces of the priests one by one.

There was a chill in his eyes, and every time he glanced at someone,
The memory of the brutal massacre of his people surged back into his mind.

The desperate eyes and painful cries of those relatives seem to echo in my ears.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on a hunchbacked priest.

The man buried his head very low and his hands were shaking slightly.

Mahatha suddenly stopped and appeared in front of the priest.

The priest was frightened by this sudden action and trembled all over. He slowly raised his head, his face full of fear.

Maha looked at him and saw a hint of guilt in his evasive eyes.

Maha's eyes instantly spewed out anger. He stretched out his big hands like iron clamps, grabbed the priest by the collar, and lifted him up.

"It's you!" Maha's voice was low and angry, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

The priest's body was shaking violently, and his lips were trembling as he tried to explain, but he couldn't utter a word.

To him, the Brahma tribe of the past were nothing but ants.

Even at this moment, he no longer remembered who Maha was.

"Do you know the pain I'm carrying?"

"Watching my loved ones die in front of my eyes, the despair is always with me!"

Maha's voice became increasingly cold, without a trace of emotion.

Without waiting for the priest to beg for mercy, Maha clenched his other hand into a fist and swung it out violently.

The fist hit the priest's chest heavily with a whistling sound.

There was a "crack" sound, and the sound of the ribs breaking was clearly audible.
A large amount of blood spurted out of the priest's mouth, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Maha threw the priest's body hard to the ground.

He glanced at the other priests around him:
"You guys are so arrogant that you can destroy a clan at will!"

The other priests knelt down, kowtowed, and kept saying:

"No, no, please calm down, sir."

As they kowtowed, the blood quickly spread to their foreheads.

If they dare to disobey, Maha will take their lives.

From this moment on, their fate was completely in Maha's hands.

Maha stood in the center of the main hall, looking at this group of once invincible priests with cold eyes, without any ripples in his heart.

He knew that this was just a stage in his journey of revenge.
The sins of the Jingyuan Temple are far from being settled.

After all, according to Black Viper, the Jing Yuan Temple here is just a branch. (End of this chapter)