A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Jinshan Temple's protective array is truly a masterpiece of this ancient temple, no doubt about it.

They withstood the first, overwhelming flood from the White Snake Great Sage.

With a deafening roar, the water splashed like fireworks during the Lunar New Year. The array's light barrier shook violently, and the Sanskrit characters flashed wildly, yet it stubbornly remained intact.

A hint of surprise flashed in the White Snake Great Sage's lantern-sized vertical pupils, and then he became interested.

"Hey! This old, run-down temple's got something special about it!"

He twisted his neck, which was thicker than a mountain beam, making a muffled "crackling" sound, and excitedly stuck out his tongue.

"Honey! See that?! That's more like it! It's no fun if it collapses after just one push!"

The Green Snake Great Sage nuzzled him affectionately with its head, its emerald eyes gleaming with a fighting spirit: "Master, give it your all! Don't embarrass yourself in the place where your idol fought!"

"Don't worry! Just watch!" The White Snake Great Sage took a deep breath—a breath that caused the clouds and mist within a radius of dozens of miles to pour into his mouth.

His massive body suddenly arched, like a fully drawn bow, accumulating terrifying power enough to shatter mountains and split the earth.

The next strike will clearly be serious.

If he were to try to break through the tortoise shell on his own, it would likely take him quite a bit of effort and a considerable amount of time.

However, this time, the high-end combat power is not limited to the White Snake Great Sage alone.

Just as the White Snake Great Sage was gathering his strength for a powerful attack, Zhang Yucheng, who was wearing a "two of bamboo" mahjong tile headgear, had his hands clasped behind his back, and seemed to be watching the show from the sidelines, finally made his move.

He took a small, unhurried step forward and stood at the very front of the wave.

The night wind made his clothes flutter, and the comical "two-stripe" hood on his head, under the reflection of the misty air and the Buddha's light, exuded an indescribable sense of solemnity.

Zhang Yucheng slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers gently opening towards the golden, resounding protective array that was filled with chanting.

There was nothing earth-shattering about it.

But the next second—

"Buzz..."

A strange, clear, and melodious sword cry, seemingly capable of cleansing the soul, drifted from the heavens above.

Everyone, including the Jinshan Temple monks who were preparing to form a battle formation, chant incantations, and manipulate magical artifacts, subconsciously looked up at the night sky.

In the depths of the sky, Venus, the planet that has been associated with war and conflict since ancient times, shone brightly tonight.

As if responding to some kind of call.

Immediately afterwards—

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!"

Countless silver sword energies, formed purely from the power of Venus, pierced the night sky and tore through the clouds without warning.

Like the Milky Way hanging upside down, or like a sudden storm, it poured down towards the great formation below!

The protective formation of the sect was subjected to a barrage of countless Tai Bai sword energies—

"Snap—Snap snap—Splash!!!"

A series of teeth-grinding, dense cracking sounds blended together!

The surface of the great formation was instantly covered with a dense web of cracks!

"Holy crap?"

On the crest of the wave, Ji Zuodao, wearing a "Yaoji" headgear, suddenly felt a sharp twitch in his eyelids.

He stared wide-eyed at the rain of silver swords falling from the sky, then suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Yucheng, who stood beside him with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, his demeanor unfathomable.

My mind went blank for a moment, and I felt a little dazed.

No, isn't Uncle Zhang at the Divine Power Realm?

Ji Zuodao originally invited Uncle Zhang because he was attracted by his "Six Heavens Cloud Tower Palace" for its superb healing and support abilities.

We can give all the demon race's great saints, uncles, and aunts a "Berserk" buff, a "Shield," and a "Healing Buff," making them charge more fiercely, withstand more damage, and deal even more explosive damage.

result……

How to put it? It's like when you're teaming up for a dungeon and you go through all the trouble of finding a healer who's known as the "best Holy Priest in the entire server".

They were counting on him to pull his teammates back from the brink of death with a Holy Light spell at a crucial moment, or to give his teammates a huge boost in stats with a Blessing of Kings.

As a result, after engaging the monster, this "healer" slowly removed the cross from her chest and, from beneath her white robe, pulled out a weapon emitting blue flames and loaded with ammo—

Gatlin!

Then, facing the BOSS, pull the trigger and start firing wildly, "rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat..."

That's exactly how it feels!

"Uncle Zhang...is there something wrong with your cultivation level?" Ji Zuodao's voice was a little unsteady.

Zhang Yucheng tilted his head slightly, and a faint, slightly teasing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, visible beneath the "Two Stripes" hood.

"Cultivation levels are just something to use as bait."

"My cultivation level is too low; the fish won't bite. It's pointless."

"If your cultivation level is too high, the fish will be scared away and you won't be able to catch them."

"A cultivation level of the Divine Power Realm, just right."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao was taken aback at first, then silently lit a row of candles for the big fish in Jinghai that were still jumping around.

May you rest in peace.

No, it should be "May you have good fortune."

"Uncle Zhang, what level of cultivation have you reached now?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yucheng smiled slightly:

"The Divine Treasury has five layers."

"Hmm...that should be enough."

Ji Zuo said: "..."

No, what do you mean by "that's about enough"?!

Does that mean you're still hiding something and haven't fully revealed it yet?

Ji Zuodao opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

I felt that the anger, restlessness, and unease that had been building up inside me since Doge was arrested...

With a "plop," most of it leaked out.

Instead, it's a feeling.

Stable.

This game feels like it's completely won.

Damn, I feel so safe!

In the short time it took them to exchange a few words, the battle situation had already undergone a decisive change.

"BOOM—!!!"

With a loud bang, the entire protective array of Jinshan Temple... exploded!

It exploded into countless golden sparks, like fireflies, which fluttered and scattered in all directions.

It was like a golden rain.

fast.

too fast.

From the moment Zhang Yucheng made his move until the great formation completely collapsed.

It probably only took a dozen or so breaths.

So fast that the old monks in the temple who were in charge of the formation didn't even have time to activate the counterattack and trapping measures that came with the formation.

"puff--!"

Several old monks immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with a faint golden color!

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

"No...it's impossible..."

"Mahjong masks? Bandits who specialize in robbing wealthy families? Weren't they wiped out by the investigators from Jinghai 749? And it was Director Zhang who personally led the team."

A knowledgeable old monk seemed to have thought of something, his tone filled with shock and disbelief.

"Quickly! Report to the host!" someone shouted hoarsely.

But, it's too late.

Once the great formation was broken, the terrifying torrent that had been blocked outside and was already poised to unleash its power lost its final obstacle.

"roar--!!!"

The Great Sage White Snake let out an excited hiss that pierced through the clouds and split rocks, and his huge snake tail lashed out once again!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The floodwaters, which had been accumulating for a longer time and carried even more mud, sand, boulders, and broken logs, swept down!

But even faster than the flood were those "bandits" who had been waiting on the crest of the wave, eager to pounce and with their eyes gleaming with greed!

"Brothers! The formation is broken! Charge with me!!!"

Ji Zuodao let out a long howl, and the eyes under the "Yaoji" hood were as sharp as a demonic sword drawn from its sheath!

He was the first, his figure shooting out like an arrow from a bow, "whoosh," as he burst forth from the crest of the surging wave.

Cutting through the misty air, it swooped down towards Jinshan Temple, where lights suddenly blazed and shouts of surprise and anger filled the air!

"Rob it!"

"A chance to make a fortune has arrived!"

"Dogman! We're here!"

"Bald monk! Prepare to die!"

Behind him, dozens of figures roared in unison, some excited and some angry, their demonic aura soaring to the sky. Like a pack of hungry wolves pouncing on their fat prey, they followed closely behind Ji Zuodao and roared down!

Their goal was extremely clear.

Where the Buddha's light shines brightest, where the architecture is most magnificent, where the aura of treasures and the fluctuations of spiritual energy are most alluring...

Just rush in that direction!

The division of labor is quite clear.

Su Xiaoxiao led a group of fox spirits straight to the Mahavira Hall, where the incense was most abundant and the golden statues were most dazzling—that's where the money would definitely be the most plentiful!

Ao Yan and Ni Yu, one a dragon and the other a phoenix, tacitly rushed towards the direction of the Sutra Repository—cultivation manuals, Buddhist treasures, priceless treasures!

Jin Xiaoman was in her element, her little eyes sparkling with gold, and wherever she went, she found treasures.

The entire Jinshan Temple instantly erupted in chaos.

The floodwaters poured in from all directions, breaching the walls, submerging the corridors, and pounding against the foundations of the palace.

Bandits were moving about inside Jinshan Temple.

Kick down any door you see, smash any lock you see, and if you see a bald monk... If you can avoid him, then take him down. The target is clear, the action is swift, and there is no lingering in battle.

Amidst the chaos, a few elders and abbots of Jinshan Temple, whose cultivation was at the Divine Power Realm and whose reactions were relatively quick, finally managed to recover from their initial shock and panic.

"You audacious fiend! How dare you run wild on my sacred Buddhist land!"

"Form the Vajra Formation to Subdue Demons! Stop them!"

"Quickly! Protect the Sutra Repository! Protect the Medicine Buddha Hall!"

Several old monks, their beards and hair bristling, their eyes wide with anger, and their bodies radiating Buddhist light, were about to soar into the sky to intercept the "bandits" who were charging the furthest and whose targets were the most vital.

however.

Their figures had just moved.

His movements suddenly froze.

Every single hair on his body, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, stood on end at that moment!

An indescribable malice and oppressive force, like a tangible swamp, silently approached from all directions...

Completely envelop them.

Several old monks laboriously, little by little, turned their stiff necks.

Then they saw it.

They witnessed a scene that they would never forget, and which instantly plunged them into an icy abyss.

Right around them.

In the shadows cast by floods and collapsed buildings.

Those corners obscured by the atmosphere of chaos.

Behind those half-submerged corridors and artificial hills...

I don't know when.

Silently, one figure after another appeared.

Tall, short, fat, thin.

Some were humanoid, while others still retained some distinct demonic features—

Furry ears, a thick tail, cold scales, sharp claws...

Perfectly, they surrounded these old monks at the Divine Power Realm who wanted to make a name for themselves.

Moreover, what truly sent chills down their spines and caused their hearts to stop was—

These suddenly appearing figures exuded a demonic aura.

Rich, pure, and magnificent.

Moreover, there's a subtle sense of oppression on a life-level scale...

Surprisingly, none of them are worse than the White Snake Great Sage, who is currently stirring up trouble and having a great time playing in the water in the sky!

In fact, some of them had a particularly subtle and profound aura, which seemed to subtly surpass that.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

It was as sticky as glue that couldn't be dissolved, and so heavy that even breathing became extremely difficult for several old monks at the supernatural power level.

Their faces changed from initial anger to astonishment, then to deathly pale, and finally, they froze into an expression as if they had seen a ghost.

one two three……

Four...five...six...

There were more than thirty of them!

More than thirty demon race Great Sages whose auras are no weaker than, or even stronger than, the White Snake Great Sage?!

Did they just provoke the Great Sage of the Demon Clan?!

Even when the White Snake Lady flooded Jinshan Temple, the commotion wasn't this big!

The oldest monk's teeth were starting to chatter.

My mind went completely blank.

What's going on? Who brought back another Xu Xian?

Meanwhile, taking advantage of the chaos, Ji Zuodao, carrying Qiqi on his back, transformed into a blurry phantom and shot off in one direction.

His heart was pounding.

"Dog Lord..."

Hang in there.

"I am coming."