Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Chapter 163 Looting

Many difficulties lie ahead, and everyone is turned away, unable to get involved in the temple's inheritance.

Anyone who can break through the impasse safely must be a great master of high moral character and wisdom, whose collection of books may be better than that of the Lotus Temple.

Even if it is an ancient creature with extraordinary strength and highly respected in the world, how could it covet a small inheritance of Lotus Temple?

If the opportunity arises, or someone occasionally comes to visit, it is impossible for him to go through so much trouble to come here.

The wisdom of the ancients is like the vast starry sky, brilliant and profound, with many subtleties that are breathtaking.

However, even the wisest man can make mistakes. I'm afraid he could not have expected that there would be a maverick demon like Jiang Shi Nian.

He has the body of a dragon, but lacks the wisdom of a great devil, and knows nothing about magic. Yet he covets the inheritance that the gods have carefully laid out, like a reckless fool trying to get his hands on the forbidden food of the gods.

If the monks of the past knew about this, the ghosts would probably be enraged, the corpses would rise up, and the ashes would recondense. They would also bring troops to hold Jiang Shi Nian accountable and demand justice in order to protect the dignity and sanctity of their heritage.

If the spirits of the monks who once guarded the Lotus Temple could sense Jiang Shinen’s current intentions.

It will surely set off a storm between heaven and earth. Their resentment and anger will turn into endless power to fight to defend the secret of Lotus Temple.

However, Jiang Shinian seemed unaware of the impending crisis and was still immersed in his own plan, trying to break the thousand-year-old taboo and obtain the power and wisdom that did not belong to him.

Jiang Shi Nian stood quietly and gracefully outside the Lotus Temple, like a pine tree rooted in this quiet world.

The night is as dark as water, and the faint light of fireflies is like tiny starlight, flickering and swaying lightly under the leisurely moonlight, like nimble dancers, adding a bit of dreamy and quiet beauty to this gloomy bamboo forest.

However, when his eyes fell on the person next to him, the peaceful atmosphere that had been shrouded like a veil instantly dissipated without a trace.

The ascetic monk was dressed in tattered clothes and tied up with rough ropes. He sat on the ground like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Around him, a group of black shadow ninjas gathered densely. They were dressed in black night clothes and were agile and nimble, like ghosts and evil spirits lurking in the dark night.

There was a bloodthirsty light flashing in the eyes of the ninjas, like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, revealing endless coldness and cruelty, as if they were ready to devour anyone at any time.

Scarlet dragon pupils appeared in Jiang Shi Nian's eyes, and those deep eyes were like a mysterious whirlpool, hiding endless power.

He nodded slightly, his movements were elegant and calm, but it seemed as if he was giving silent orders to these shadow ninjas.

In an instant, the shadow ninjas seemed to have received a call from the dark abyss. Their figures turned into black lightning, carrying a trail of afterimages, and they filed into the Lotus Temple like a surging tide.

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

The sharp sound of breaking wind was like the cry of a night owl. In an instant, from the deep shadows of the bamboo forest and the narrow gaps in the rocks, black shadow ninjas seemed to pour out from the dark cracks and converge into a rolling black torrent.

With vigorous postures and uniform steps, they rushed towards the temple, climbing over the layers of ancient stairs. Their momentum seemed to swallow up the entire Lotus Temple.

However, at the moment the first black shadow ninja stepped into the temple, a terrifying roar suddenly sounded like thunder.

The sound resounded through the sky, like the neighing of a horse in the wilderness, or like the howling of a lone wolf under the moonlight, piercing through the silence of the night and echoing in the empty night sky for a long time.

"Roar--"

"Roar——"

"Hoohoho-"

This sound seemed to trigger some kind of mysterious chain reaction, followed by a series of roars and howls.

These sounds interweave to form a majestic and wild melody, as if the ancient guardian is issuing a stern warning to intruders.

"boom--"

The torrent of black shadow ninjas was seen madly attacking the Lotus Temple like surging waves. In contrast, snow-blue ice magic exploded from inside the temple, instantly turning the walls of the temple into powder.

The icy blue magic light was like a clear river of water from the sky, transforming into a dazzling stream of light that shot straight into the sky like an arrow, and then burst apart in the sky, transforming into cold snowflakes that slowly fell down.

These snowflakes are crystal clear, like jade chips scattered from heaven, sparkling with charming luster under the moonlight.

At the same time, at the gate of the Lotus Temple, icy air erupted like a raging cold wave, and magical energy surged like surging waves.

Many shadow ninjas were instantly frozen in the ice. Their bodies were wrapped in a thick layer of ice, unable to move, as if they had become a part of this icy world.

"Oh?"

Standing in the bamboo forest, Jiang Shinian raised his eyebrows slightly, and his long eyebrows were like two flying willow leaves.

A hint of surprise flashed in his blood-red eyes, like a ripple on the calm surface of a lake.

When he read the original novel, the keeper of the temple here was just a weak girl. He never expected that it would become such a grand scene now.

Looking at the power of this ice magic, there are probably more than a dozen ferocious monsters casting powerful ice magic in secret.

"hehe."

Jiang Shiyi laughed softly, and the laughter echoed in the night sky, like the rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the bamboo forest.

As soon as he thought about it, those frozen black shadow ninjas disappeared without a trace as if they had never existed, and the ice condensed by magic also slowly melted away like snow and ice in spring.

Afterwards, more black shadow ninjas emerged from the depths of the bamboo forest. They were like ghosts in the dark night, pouring into the temple continuously, as if they were going to submerge the temple in a black ocean.

Jiang Shi Nian glanced sideways at the ascetic monk beside him with empty eyes. The ascetic monk looked like a puppet who had lost his soul, with dull and lifeless eyes.

He couldn't help but wonder, with so many monsters guarding the temple, how did this bald guy escape?

But seeing him like this, I lost interest in asking.

At the moment, the fierce battle between the two parties is more important.

"boom--"

There were constant explosions in the temple, the sound was deafening, as if Thor was beating his drum in the clouds.

Each explosion was accompanied by a flash of light and a surge of energy. It was hard to imagine how fierce the battle was.

Jiang Shi Ninja peeked in through the vision of the black shadow ninja, and saw more than a dozen monsters shaped like giant white rats standing up. Their bodies were as white as snow, and their hair stood upright like the spikes of a hedgehog.

These monsters constantly spew out snow-white magic essence from their mouths.

The light was dazzling, like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Chapter 164 What a Poor Guy

Any shadow ninja that was hit would either instantly turn into a ball of black turbid gas and dissipate into the air, as if they had never existed.

Or they solidify into ice sculptures and stand there, becoming strange decorations on the battlefield.

These monsters guarding the temple are extremely powerful. Although the Niga Mask has been strengthened and evolved, it is difficult for ordinary summoned shadow ninjas to compete with them without the help of the power of talismans.

In a one-on-one fight, not to mention those agile "archaeologists" and clever "children", even ordinary shadow soldiers are no match.

In this case, we will win by quantity.

The shadow ninjas emerged in an endless stream, like an endless tide, surrounding the monsters guarding the temple.

They went forward one after another, without any fear of death.

Even though there are countless casualties, so what?

If one falls, there will be millions to replace him. They are like lifeless puppets, fearless of life and death, and can be called perfect "tools".

Moreover, even if there is a huge disparity in combat power between the two sides, it will still take several seconds for the monster guarding the temple to destroy a black shadow ninja, and the black shadow ninjas are endless, and the ten years outside the temple are still constantly summoning them. New ninjas poured out from the woods and rushed into the temple.

They were like evil spirits emerging from hell, carrying with them endless murderous intent.

Soon, the Lotus Temple was filled with black shadow ninjas. They were like a swarm of locusts, sweeping away everything in the temple.

All valuable things such as books, tomes, magic scrolls, etc. were collected.

In order to be thorough, they even acted like crazy thugs, overturning floors and demolishing walls just to dig out possible hidden treasures.

The scene was like a catastrophe, which destroyed the originally peaceful temple.

Under Jiang Shi Ninja's instruction, the black shadow ninja dug the Lotus Temple nearly three feet deep until dawn, when the sky turned pale and the sun was about to rise.

The soft light was like a golden veil that spread over the earth before it stopped moving.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Countless dark shadows, carrying all kinds of items, evacuated the Lotus Temple in an orderly manner.

They were like well-trained soldiers, agile and quick.

After Jiang Shi Nian put what he had obtained into his personal space, he was about to leave.

Before leaving, he looked at the useless ascetic on the ground, and the corners of his mouth raised, outlining a faint arc, like a crescent moon in the night sky.

He waved his hand to signal several shadow ninjas to send it back to its original place.

The black shadow ninja understood, and picked up the ascetic monk as if he was picking up a weightless chicken, and slowly walked towards the Lotus Temple.

Their figures gradually disappeared in the morning light, as if they had merged into this golden world, leaving behind only the Lotus Temple that had been destroyed beyond all recognition.

In the reflection of the morning sun, it looks like an abandoned ruin, quietly telling the story of the thrilling battle last night.

As the morning light begins to rise, a thin mist lingers among the bamboo forest like a veil, adding a touch of mystery to this quiet place.

The bald man who was tied up by several black shadow ninjas was like a wild beast in desperate situation. His eyes were bloodshot and he twisted his body frantically, trying to break free from the ropes that were tightly wrapped like a python.

His eyes were fixed on the Lotus Temple gate that was getting closer and closer. The bright sun in the sky had already peeked out halfway over the other side of the mountain. The soft and pure light shone through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, sprinkling down in star-like dots, but it could not dispel the fear deep in his heart.

Instead, he felt a bone-chilling cold, so much so that his whole body began to tremble violently involuntarily.

"What do you want? If you let me go, I can give you everything I have. Please, don't throw me back to that damn place!"

The big bald man shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice full of despair and pleading, which sounded particularly harsh in the quiet bamboo forest in the early morning.

Jiang Shi Nian stood quietly by the side, his posture as straight as a pine tree, emitting an elusive aura.

There was a faint golden halo flowing around his body, just like the looming galaxy in the night sky, illuminated by the clear morning light.

These halos gradually became brighter and more dazzling, as if he was a master from a mysterious world, surrounded by a sacred and inviolable light.

"What do I want? Hehehe..." Jiang Shinian suddenly raised his head and laughed. His laughter echoed in the bamboo forest, startling a group of birds perched on the branches.

The laughter was full of mockery and ridicule, as if it was the devil's sound coming from the abyss of hell.

"You poor creature are of no value to me now.

Isn’t this Lotus Temple the holy place that you have been thinking about and dreaming of visiting day and night?