The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

If they were lay disciples of the Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains, they would certainly be compassionate.

But the people of Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions are different. Living in a place where people eat each other all year round, they can't develop a sense of compassion.

Fang Tianlao and Wei Tianwang showed no mercy, killing the two Vajra Sect monks as well.

"Amitabha! Your evil deeds are beyond measure; today we will send you to see the Buddha!"

The three of them weren't very skilled in martial arts, but they were still better than the rabble of the Vajra Sect.

This place has become a complete slaughterhouse; the Vajra Gate has fallen and its members have scattered.

The temple abbot watched this scene with utter despair.

"Who exactly are you?! When has my Vajra Sect ever offended you?!"

He pointed at Wang Jiuling and questioned him, the pain from his wound making him tremble all over.

Wang Jiuling raised an eyebrow.

What are you babbling about? Are you still not convinced?

So Wang Jiuling beheaded a panicked monk with a single sword stroke, then flashed forward and slapped the abbot of the Vajra Gate Temple across the face.

Snapped!

Several of the abbot's teeth were knocked out, and his vajra fell to the ground with a thud.

Wang Jiuling frowned. Why wasn't this guy dodging or blocking?

The next second, the abbot of Jingangmen Temple grinned, completely ignoring the blood in his mouth, and grabbed Wang Jiuling's arm with a smile.

"Haha! You fell for it!"

The temple abbot's face was contorted with wild joy, his muscles twitching, and his mouth was full of blood, making him look sinister and terrifying.

At the same time, Wang Jiuling suddenly felt his internal energy begin to stir.

The two acupoints that the abbot's fingers touched sent a tingling and numb sensation through them, and the abbot's thumbs exerted a suction force on them.

The next second, the true energy in Wang Jiuling's body began to flow along the meridians, as if it was about to gather at the major acupoint on his arm and be drawn away by the suction force.

It also made Wang Jiuling feel stiff all over and unable to move.

Wang Jiuling instantly became alert.

What is this?

Star Absorbing Technique?

No! He used the Shaoshang acupoint on his thumb?

That's the Northern Darkness Divine Art! ? ?

In an instant, Wang Jiuling realized what was happening, not having time to think about why this guy knew the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

Wang Jiuling immediately calmed his mind and sealed his acupoints.

Almost at the same instant, the Nine Yang Divine Skill activated on its own, beginning to protect the body.

A breath of innate true energy was stored in his five internal organs, allowing Wang Jiuling to breathe steadily and remain untainted by the world's impurities.

The stiffness and sluggishness in my body disappeared.

The abbot was smug one second, but his expression changed the next.

The sensation coming from the Shaoshang acupoint didn't feel like it was drawing blood from a person at all.

It is a volcano about to erupt.

Before he could react, Wang Jiuling's extremely pure innate Nine Yang True Qi rushed into his Shaoshang acupoint.

Yes, it wasn't the temple master who absorbed it, but rather this true energy protected its master and automatically attacked the temple master.

The Northern Darkness Divine Skill, which Duan Yu discovered in the Langhuan Paradise years ago, was inscribed on a silk scroll with the following words:

However, if the enemy's internal strength surpasses ours, then the sea will overflow into the rivers, a truly perilous situation. Be cautious, be cautious!

It turns out that although the temple master had cultivated the Northern Darkness Divine Art, his internal energy was mixed and loose.

The Northern Darkness Divine Art emphasizes "absorption, transformation, and application," but Wang Jiuling could clearly sense that the abbot's true energy was not pure.

Compared to Wang Jiuling's true energy, it's like a small fry compared to a big fish.

Clearly, he hadn't mastered the Northern Darkness Divine Skill at all.

So you want to directly confront Wang Jiuling's innate Nine Yang True Qi?

That is absolutely unacceptable!

Starting from the Shaoshang acupoint on the thumb, blood mist began to burst from both of the abbot's arms.

As the meridians move upwards, through the wrist, forearm, and then to the upper arm.

The two stood facing each other, hand in hand. Wang Jiuling remained unmoved, while the temple abbot's face trembled and his robes fluttered wildly from the force of the internal energy.

Wang Jiuling stepped to the side with his right foot, unleashing his full inner energy.

With a sudden jerk of his arm, he knocked the abbot's hand away.

boom!

The temple abbot was blasted away more than ten steps by the burst of true energy, like a kite with a broken string, and crashed to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

He lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, barely breathing, his internal energy surging wildly through his meridians, and his arms were a bloody mess, unrecognizable.

Wang Jiuling, however, maintained steady breathing, his face neither flushed nor his heart skipped a beat.

He may be ruthless and evil, but I have enough true energy.

Passing through the myriad phenomena, I condense the primordial energy. Let the winds and thunder rage, I alone guard the void and spirit.

Wang Jiuling stepped forward to the temple master, only to find that he was on the verge of death; the backlash from the Northern Darkness Divine Art was more severe than he had imagined.

"Brother Ma!"

Wang Jiuling shouted.

Ma Guangzuo was just hacking a monk to the ground when he heard this and ran over.

"What's wrong, Qingyangzi!"

"Ask him..."

While continuously channeling his inner energy into the abbot to protect his heart meridian, Wang Jiuling urged Ma Guangzuo to quickly ask him questions.

When asked about Wang Chongyang, he gave a vague and incoherent answer.

But when asked about Huanxi Miller and the Northern Darkness Divine Art, he did speak up.

"It's joy... joy that Miller gave me... divine power..."

"I...cough cough!"

"My room... is a secret room..."

At this moment, the abbot's meridians were severed by his own Northern Darkness True Qi, and his heart meridian was also damaged.

Blood kept spilling from his mouth. His eyes were wide open. He felt the warmth brought by Wang Jiuling's true energy and wanted to reach out and grab Wang Jiuling's sleeve, but he couldn't.

"Help me...please..."

Wang Jiuling frowned deeply. This guy's meridians were completely severed, so he couldn't even input his true energy.

"Where's the switch to the secret room? How do I get in? Tell me and I'll save you!"

There was no time to ask anything else, so Wang Jiuling could only keep it simple.

"Buddha statue base...tighten...tighten..."

Halfway through his sentence, blood suddenly spilled from his mouth. He trembled twice, his eyes still wide open, but he stopped moving.

Wang Jiuling gritted his teeth, sighed, and withdrew his hand.

Hopeless.

This is truly unexpected. The Northern Darkness Divine Skill dates back to the Tianlong era, and so many years have passed since then. Not only is it impossible to find, but it's also unheard of in the martial arts world.

Who would have thought this guy would actually know how to do that?

Moreover, this guy clearly hasn't mastered the technique; he doesn't even know to quickly seal the acupoints when he realizes he can't absorb the energy.

"Qingyangzi, what should we do?"

Ma Guangzuo scratched his head.

Wang Jiuling wondered why the temple master's Beiming Divine Art was so weak.

Even that good-for-nothing Duan Yu probably used it better than this guy back then...

Something's definitely not right...

But now is not the time to think about that, Wang Jiuling turned around.

"Kill them first! Leave no one alive!"

After we destroy the Vajra Sect, we'll go and explore that secret chamber.

Wang Jiuling was truly a wrathful god descended to earth; the Vajra Sect had completely reached its end.

The bloodshed continues.

puff!

A spurt of blood gushed from a monk's neck and splashed onto the face of the abbot's corpse.

The bright red blood stained his unseeing eyes.

Hiccup!

A slight sound came, so faint that it was almost inaudible.

The abbot opened his eyelids, and a thin, red worm slowly crawled out.

The insect was thinner than a chopstick and it even lifted the abbot's eyelids.

When it crawled out, its body was covered in stringy slime.

The little insect cautiously peeked out, finally setting its head towards Wang Jiuling not far away, and then arched its body...