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Burning Lamp was pierced through the shoulder by the God-Slaying Spear, blood gushing out, and his entire body completely lost its balance in mid-air, stumbling and falling downwards.

He had no thought of resistance left in his mind. He waved his hands wildly, desperately trying to protect the little he had left, ready to use his blood escape technique to flee at any moment.

Unfortunately, the rules of the Pangu Temple's "demolition office" have always been to take everything down, skin and bones. How could they possibly let him leave with his clothes on?

"Red Eyes, force him down! Don't let him get away!" Lin Wu shouted at the top of his lungs from the sky.

"receive!"

In the shattered void below, Lin Huang, the "Captain of the Outlaws," who had been lying in ambush for some time, slyly poked half of his body out. In his pupils, which were as bright as the sun in his left eye and as bright as the moon in his right, five-colored light was spinning wildly.

He stared at the teetering lamp in the sky, his eyes gleaming with a green light, as if he were looking at a moving vault.

"Now that we're on the territory of the Great Shang, leave all your magic treasures and clothes to me as payment for the journey!" Lin Huang shouted in his childish voice.

The five tangible pillars of light containing miniature worlds on his back suddenly shot into the sky. The mutated five-colored divine light, like a dam bursting and a waterfall, swept down on Randeng with extreme ferocity and complete irrationality.

Blinded, Randeng couldn't see the five-colored divine light rushing up from below. He only felt the space around his body suddenly tighten, followed by an extremely terrifying pulling force acting directly on every corner of his body.

"Whoosh!"

The five-colored divine light rolled up and then retracted, moving so fast that it was too fast to even blink.

The Soul-Chasing Sky-Piercing Cone that Ran Deng was clutching tightly in his hand, the three high-grade storage bags hanging at his waist, the innate top-grade Flying Cloud Boots on his feet, and even the top-grade Daoist robe he was wearing that was covered in patches to cover his shame, were all instantly looted clean!

In mid-air, the once neatly dressed vice leader of the Chan Sect was stripped down to only a set of extremely shabby white undergarments. His two thin, hairy legs shivered in the cold wind.

"My magic weapon! My Taoist robe! You shameless little beasts! If you have the guts, fight me for real! What kind of skill is it to strip someone naked!"

Enraged, Ran Deng broke down on the spot. The heartache of losing his magic weapon was even more despairing than the bloody hole in his shoulder. He clutched his thin inner robe and let out an extremely miserable curse from the sky.

Just then, Lin Yan, who was standing not far away, objected.

"Who wants to fight you, you old blind man, with real swords and spears! Little Fourteen, why did you leave him a piece of cloth after you robbed him? That's so unprofessional! Watch me!"

Lin Yan stood barefoot on the fiery cloud, his hands on his hips. He opened his small mouth and casually exhaled a mouthful of dark purple flame at the lamp.

The Chaotic Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire transformed into a purple fire serpent in mid-air, moving at incredible speed as it flew straight towards the Burning Lamp.

Dipankara felt the extremely terrifying high temperature and the aura of burning karma, and was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He scrambled and somersaulted in the air to try to escape.

But the karmic fire had already completely locked onto his aura. The purple flames hissed and immediately wrapped around the last set of inner garments and underwear on Ran Deng's body.

Lin Yan's skill in controlling the fire had long since reached its pinnacle. The purple flames burned the cloth with extreme precision, without even igniting a single hair on the lamp.

Half a breath's time.

The cloth covering the lamp instantly turned into ashes and scattered in the wind.

At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.

The lamplight hung limply in mid-air, its entire body completely exposed. Its extremely gruesome, emaciated "naked pig" form was clearly revealed to the air.

Randeng felt a chill on his body, and when he reached out, there was nothing there. His purplish-black face turned a deep liver color, and he frantically covered his groin with both hands, letting out a desperate howl ten times more agonizing than if he had been pierced by a god-slaying spear.

"Master Yuanshi, save me! I have no face to show anyone!" Randeng completely broke down, his body shrinking into a plucked old shrimp in mid-air.

Wutian, lying on the ground, watched this scene and rubbed his eyes hard. He now felt that the tricks and deceptions of the Western Church were as pure as a blank sheet of paper compared to the children of the Pangu Palace.

This guy not only stole the magic weapon, but also ruthlessly trampled on people's dignity. That's a really vicious move.

"Shut the hell up, it's so noisy!"

Lin Dasheng, who was squatting in the sky, couldn't stand the old blind man's incessant wailing any longer. He kicked off with his big foot and instantly teleported behind Randeng, then swung his thick, black golden cudgel and slammed it down cleanly on the back of Randeng's head.

"Bang!"

Without even turning his head, Ran Deng rolled his eyes, spat out a mouthful of bile, and fainted instantly, falling straight down.

With lightning speed, the Great Sage grabbed Ran Deng's ankle. He skillfully pulled out a dark, ancient iron chain from his pocket and quickly bound the bare Ran Deng into a twisted shape, like a crab.

"That's a wrap! Take this old blind man back and hang him on the city gate, we'll definitely get a big red envelope from Dad!" Lin Dasheng whistled smugly to his brothers as he carried the bundled-up lamp.