Chapter 130

Tang Luo walked over from below the direction where the golden flowing light appeared.

Ignoring the white snake vengeful spirit still fading, he walked to where the golden light fell to the ground. On the ground, the entity of the golden light was inlaid.

A brick.

A brick, with edges and corners, a square and rectangular brick, its size and shape just like an ordinary red brick.

The difference was the color, completely pure gold, the surface extremely smooth, with not a trace of roughness.

A brick forged from pure gold, full of the aura of a nouveau riche upstart.

"Master..."

Qin Menglan and the others seemed to be walking on clouds, swaying as they came over, and King Kong still faithfully carried the unconscious old monk Fashan.

"Is it over?" Zhao Gailun asked as he approached.

His eyes fixed on the golden brick in Tang Luo's hand, revealing a look of curiosity and strangeness.

What is this thing? A magic artifact? Who made this? It seems to come from Xu Xuan's magic artifact.

"Not yet." Tang Luo walked toward the last remnant of the white snake vengeful spirit.

After dissipating like sand in the wind, a phantom white little snake appeared in midair, spitting out a pink snake tongue.

Not long, but rather feeling somewhat plump and cute, a rare snake that makes one feel adorable.

Swaying its body in midair, it looked harmless to humans and beasts.

Well, it only looked harmless to humans and beasts; the last struggle and disguise of the fallen evil thing.

Yes, whether it was the centipede essence, the scorpion essence, or the white snake vengeful spirit that appeared last, all counted as fallen evil things.

The merit power brought by slaying the first two was not insignificant.

For Tang Luo, this mission yielded a bountiful harvest.

Now, dispelling the white snake vengeful spirit before him would allow him to gain merit power once again.

He reached out, Tang Luo grabbed toward the trembling white snake little snake, and just as he was about to touch it, a strange suction came from the other side.

The white little snake's body swelled, about to transform into a ferocious large snake, but unfortunately it was a bit late, not having time to fully shed its disguise before entering a purple gourd.

"Gourd Baby!"

Zhao Gailun gaped, looking at the — person? — who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

He should probably be considered a person.

After all, he had a shape roughly similar to a human, but his body was entirely pieced together from snake and human remains.

Besides his head, he had four distorted faces on his body, holding a purple gourd in his hand, on which was similarly inlaid a distorted face, wearing a resentful, malicious, cold smile.

Tang Luo raised his right hand upward, and simultaneously vanished from his original spot.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived before this gourd baby, gripping his fist and striking downward from above.

Like Mount Tai pressing down on the top!

As for Tang Luo's earth-shattering strike, the gourd baby seemed to have prepared in advance, lifting his head and opening his mouth.

A water column entwined with flames shot out from his mouth, blasting onto Tang Luo's fist, but, as if a wave hitting a reef, it could not even block for a moment.

As easily as smashing foam, Tang Luo's fist struck the gourd baby's head without any obstruction.

"Dang!"

A tremendous sound rang out from the point of collision, and the gourd baby's head instantly exploded.

Copper skin and iron bones likewise could not withstand Tang Luo's fist.

Terrifying power pressed the headless corpse to kneel on the ground, the surrounding air driven away, forming a gale.

In the next breath, the power not yet fully released was completely unleashed, and the gourd baby turned into a puddle of flesh and blood.

But he did not die!

As a vengeful spirit crawled out of hell, the gourd baby was the convergence of resentment from the white snake and, he had a total of seven lives.

Only by killing him seven times could he be truly killed.

Moreover, compared to his parents, the gourd baby's escape skills were obviously far superior.

While being "killed," he immediately fled.

Last time, it was precisely these two traits that let him escape from Tang Luo's hands; this time, he could not only escape but also take along the white snake vengeful spirit retaining some remaining power.

Of course, this was not familial affection.

But instinct, the instinct and desire to eat and grow stronger.

After absorbing the white snake vengeful spirit, this gourd baby would become even stronger.

Now, as long as he escapes, that will suffice.

Killing him this time still leaves five lives to use.

The true form of the gourd vengeful spirit — the gourd flashed by.

If one's eyesight is strong enough, one can see five distorted faces, and also see one struggling, with half a snake body swollen, half black and half white, a ferocious little snake.

The five distorted faces prove that the gourd baby's vengeful spirit has been killed once more by Tang Luo.

"You think you can still escape?" Tang Luo's fist opened, becoming a palm, and the surrounding space was again occupied by endless palm shadows.

Thousand Hands cannot be defended against!

Must still kill him five times to kill him?

As long as Tang Luo is willing, he can completely kill him thousands of times — all in a single breath, still just one hand.

Last time was the first encounter, and the gourd baby could only escape then.

The same technique, against Saint Fighters, is useless!

The gourd baby still fleeing was enveloped by the range of Thousand Hands Cannot Defend, and had not yet had time to put up more resistance.

Fist and palm instantly concentrated here.

Together with the resentful spirit of the gourd being swallowed, the white snake resentful spirit that had not yet had time to be digested was completely suppressed and transformed into ashes.

All the cold, sinister resentful energy and yin energy vanished completely at this moment.

"Now it's really over." Tang Luo glanced at Zhao Gailun and answered his question.

Actually, Tang Luo didn't need to answer; when he withdrew his hand.

Others received the mission completion reminder, escaped the danger, but how exactly does one escape danger?

Leaving this area with Fashan counts as escaping danger; eliminating the source of danger naturally does as well.

This time no pillar of light descended; Zhao Gailun and the others were about to speak again when their vision blurred, and they were directly thrown back into the mortal world.

Only the old monk of Fashan remained lying on the ground, the golden light on his body gradually fading.

After a while, he opened his eyes somewhat dazedly, looking around in astonishment, his withered old face full of surprise.

Soon it turned into delight; he could feel that the lingering yin and resentful energy had been dispelled.

That Xuanzang monk, just as he himself said, was indeed quite strong.

No deception—monks truly do not lie.

After a while, Fashan slowly rose to his feet, palms together, head bowed.

A voice of "Amitabha Buddha" echoed in the night sky.

"Wasn't it said we could stay in the mission world? Why were we sent back all of a sudden!" Tang Luo, returned to the real world, was angry and said, "Last time it was like this, and this time it's still like this?"

Up to now, he had only stayed an extra month in the world where he discovered the remnant soul of the Heavenly Hound.

This mission world, Tang Luo was quite interested in staying a bit longer, and even planned to speak up the moment the pillar of light descended to guarantee he could stay.

Unexpectedly, it was even worse than last time—he wasn't even given a chance to speak before being sent back.

"It's not that you can stay just because you want to." Qin Menglan said, her gaze sweeping the living room, where she saw the Heavenly Hound lying on the coffee table, lazily wagging its tail, and she immediately relaxed.

"We should at least have some rule, like staying once every five times, or once every six times." Tang Luo said.

"... This hasn't been summarized yet, after all, few demonic wanderers want to stay after completing a mission." Qin Menglan said, "On the contrary, some demonic wanderers who stay never come out again."

"By the way, will we ever go back to a mission world we've been to before?" Tang Luo asked.

"That really has happened." Qin Menglan said, taking out the cyan-gray bow and placing it on the coffee table, "Thank you for your bow."

"No big deal." Tang Luo waved his hand, unbothered, looking at the gold brick in his hand.

"I'm leaving first." Qin Menglan stood up, "Rest a bit, we'll contact again tomorrow." This mission had many things worth discussing.

But not now.

In the mission world, one can't be particular—only three days and two nights, barely able to wash up; Qin Menglan wished she could rush home and soak in a tub full of hot water, lying there all day.

Although in the final battle, their group couldn't even shout 666, the pressure they brought was undoubtedly comparable to a life-or-death battle, requiring relaxation and rest.

"Okay." Tang Luo nodded.

"Wait a minute. Why are you still so clean!" Qin Menglan suddenly noticed a very serious issue.

In the mission world, they hadn't paid special attention, but now looking closely, Tang Luo's body was utterly spotless.

Clearly, despite all the heaven-shaking, earth-moving, and fighting bosses head-on, how could you still be so clean?

Meanwhile, this bunch of spectators were covered in dust and grime, as if they had just crawled out of a mine.

"Because of the consecration." Tang Luo said.

"Didn't you consecrate me before?" Qin Menglan asked.

"Well, consecration also has different emphases—some focus on healing, some on defense, and some on consolidation and repair." Tang Luo said.

"Mine is..." Qin Menglan asked.

"Defense and healing—when facing a powerful attack, it can block one or two strikes, and if seriously injured, it will self-heal to preserve life." Tang Luo said.

"Then what did you consecrate yourself for—main attack?"

"Nothing. Just cleaning, not considered a main attack. Oh, the clothes are consecrated for repair, so you don't have to worry about ending up naked after battle, which would ruin your cool factor." Tang Luo said.

His combat intensity is far beyond what ordinary clothing can withstand.

"Promise me, next time you consecrate me for main attack cleaning and repair, not healing, okay?" Qin Menglan said.

"..."

"Also, is your consecration for beauty?" Qin Menglan said, having discovered a new continent.

"That won't work." Tang Luo said.

Consecration can temporarily adjust "strength and weakness," but cannot beautify, after all, strength is temporary, while handsomeness is lifelong.

"Not possible?"

"Oh, but it can repair scars." Tang Luo said.

Anyway, returning to the mission world does involve a bit of "minor healing" and surface repair. Demon wanderers rarely leave very obvious scars, but it's not impossible.

For female demon wanderers, consecration to repair scars is a good and worthwhile option.

"Got it, I'll come find you tomorrow!" Qin Menglan said, hurrying away.

Placing the gold brick on the coffee table, the Heavenly Hound curiously came over to sniff it, even opened its mouth wide and took several bites, finally looking puzzled at Tang Luo, as if asking something.

"You also feel familiar?" Tang Luo rubbed the Heavenly Hound's head, "Looks like it's not completely clueless."

It's normal for the Heavenly Hound to feel this brick familiar.

Because the owner of this brick is none other than the Central Altar Marshal, the Majestic and Illustrious Great General, the Three Altars Sea Assembly Great God, the famous troublemaker, Nezha, who makes Little White Dragon feel uneasy just at the mention of his name.

Nezha and Yang Jian have a deep connection, so the Heavenly Hound naturally feels familiar with this gold brick.

Back then she even gnawed on it—even if the memory is gone, the taste remains!