Chapter 467

After saying that, Bade'er almost slapped himself.

Resist beating?

Normally saying that isn't a problem, but now in front of this demonic monk, he actually claimed he could resist beating?

Isn't that like an old man hanging himself, complaining his life is too long?

The demonic monk's face was calm, even bearing a hint of solemn and dignified aura.

But everyone clearly knew this was a monk who killed without blinking an eye, devoid of any compassion.

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Having just completed the mission and received rewards, they felt no joy in their hearts.

This mission was declared complete the moment Tang Luo swallowed all the corrupt blood.

The mission reward was also extremely special: anyone who entered the corrupt blood domain and fought the corrupt blood counted as having completed the mission.

And their mission reward was—three additional chances of mission failure.

As everyone knows, in the Divine Demon Game, the maximum number of mission failure chances is five.

After five mission failures, one more failure means absolute disappearance and death.

There are also unfortunate souls who face disappearance and death after the fourth or fifth failure; these are a minority.

This mission reward granted the Divine Demon Wanderers three additional failure chances—absolutely something worth celebrating.

Besides Tang Luo, even someone of Chi Jing Dao Ren's level wouldn't dare claim they could always guarantee mission completion.

The more missions experienced, the more failure chances inevitably increase.

Even the strong, in later stages, frantically test the edge of "disappearance and death," and missions become an irresistible and inescapable "absolute."

After all, they themselves are the thick thighs; few get the chance to cling to an even thicker one.

The three additional failure chances undoubtedly injected "fresh blood" into the Divine Demon Wanderers, broadening their path forward.

Originally, this was clearly a joyful matter.

But aside from the Eastern Divine Demon Wanderers, the remaining Western Divine Demon Wanderers each looked as if they had lost their parents.

Their lives might be gone—what use are three extra failure chances?

Better to reward them on the spot with a powerful skill or a one-time super equipment, giving them a fighting chance.

"Go on, let this poor monk see just how resilient your immortal body is." Tang Luo said to Bade'er, the God of Light, "As for the others, leave them to you."

The latter part of the sentence was directed at the people of Wulin Shenhua.

They were holding their breath.

Seeing the unavoidable palm descend, Bade'er sighed, and then battle intent surged in his eyes.

I am Bade'er, the God of Light!

The God of Light never—

"Pfft!"

Tang Luo looked at Bade'er, the God of Light, slapped into a lump, gradually losing vitality, and frowned slightly: "Is this the limit of your recovery?"

You've disappointed this poor monk.

The ensuing battle couldn't be called a one-sided massacre.

The twelve chief gods of the Divine Alliance, though strong, did not collapse into despair even in such dire straits.

Between life and death, they erupted with astonishing combat power.

But it was useless.

Zhu Bajie set up the Gui Water Yin Thunder Heavenly River Great Formation, leaving them no chance even for mutual destruction.

A dark, covert strike sealed their fate.

These were fourth-rank powerhouses, strong even among fourth-rank; they didn't just stand atop the Divine Demon Wanderer pyramid in the past—they were at least near the top.

They fell one after another.

Like harvested wheat in autumn.

Fate fragments kept appearing, along with traces of some skills.

But these skills were basically abandoned by the Divine Demon Wanderers of Wulin Shenhua.

They were fate holders, already having formed their own systems; adding random skills would help them little.

Zhu Bajie and the others couldn't be bothered to look.

Such things are mere icing on the cake; now, to maintain high prestige, they naturally wouldn't accept skills left behind by others.

Of course, fate fragments are different.

As for equipment, everyone was quite interested.

And the "Chief Gods" of the Divine Alliance, knowing they were doomed, still didn't bring out equipment to cheapen their opponents.

As they died, the equipment they had stored away also vanished without a trace.

Some reasonably suspected it was reclaimed by the Divine Demon Game.

Exactly what happened, no one knows.

The battle gradually subsided and ended; all eight of the Divine Alliance's "Twelve Chief Gods" of this level perished.

The Minotaur Minotaurus died from the aftermath of Tang Luo's initial clash with the corrupt blood—fatally wounded.

The God of Light Bade'er and the Three-Headed Dog Cerberus died by Tang Luo's hand, slapped dead like mosquitoes, utterly without dignity.

The War God Ares died at the hands of Kratos and his son.

Loki was taken down by Zhu Bajie's Gui Water Yin Thunder.

Medusa and others died at the hands of Kongming and his group, and those Western Divine Demon Wanderers who had allied with the Divine Alliance and just attacked together were also not spared.

Everyone repaid grudges with grudges, resentment with resentment.

Forgiveness? Don't make me laugh—this group of people are gods and demons who walk the path of slaughter, gaining power and showing no mercy; exterminating every last one is the only "right way."

There is no such thing as being lenient and then forgiving.

Originally, those people had hoped that this "enlightened high monk" might put down his butcher's knife.

In the end, however, it was them who were made to put down their butcher's knives and "attain Buddhahood instantly."

After the enemies were completely cleared out, Zhu Bajie dispersed the Heavenly River Grand Formation.

Moreover, the Western gods and demons who had come over to complete the task instantly scattered in all directions; those who had just been lying on the ground playing dead instantly transformed from Lin Daiyu into a fierce Zhang Fei and fled at breakneck speed.

Tang Luo, meanwhile, once again opened his light, treating the injuries of the remaining people.

Not saying how much profit could be made—just not losing money was enough.

Tang Yuhan also woke up from her coma, her face blank, holding her head as if trying to recall something.

Her clear memory stopped at the moment she was engulfed by the corrupt blood; what followed was a blur—not that she remembered nothing at all, but it felt like a dream, hazy and indistinct, making it impossible to tell truth from falsehood.

She reached out and pressed twice on her chest, where there had seemingly been a wound before.

The sensation of being torn apart was still quite clear, and then……

"Since everyone is unharmed, I will take my leave first," Tang Luo said to the crowd.

Ao Yulie beside him instantly transformed into a stream of light, sweeping up Tang Luo and Zhu Bajie, and, accompanied by the Xiaotian Dog who had watched the entire proceedings, shot straight into the sky.

The crowd looked up, only to see, within the thick cloud layer above, a vague dragon-shaped shadow flicker past.

Even just the scales that were revealed were enough to inspire awe and dread in those who beheld them.

Even Kongming and the Wulin Shenhua, who had thought—had believed themselves to understand Tang Luo's strength—

at this very moment did not know what words to use to express their inner thoughts.

Tang Xuanzang—could he really be Tang Xuanzang?

Not the monk from the Journey to the West era who sought the scriptures, but rather Jin Chanzi, who, after obtaining the scriptures, became the Buddha of Sandalwood Merit……perhaps?

"How about it, Old Zhao? Join our Wulin Shenhua. You see how strong this master is," Kongming said to Zhao Hongmian.

"Wait a minute—he's also a member of the Walkers of Science, drawing a salary. Have you lot in Wulin Shenhua ever paid him his wages?" Zhao Hongmian said.

"Our Wulin Shenhua gave him a ship," Kongming declared, head held high, chest puffed out, brimming with confidence.

"……I lost!"

Zhao Hongmian lost his fighting spirit for half a second, then instantly rekindled it: "I'll go back and allocate the funds right now—give the master a set of rooms."

"Never mind, no more joking." Kongming began to prove his point: "Old Zhao, you can think about it—actually, even if you joined, we would all just watch over and help each other, only benefits, no drawbacks."

Zhao Hongmian nodded repeatedly.

A group of gods and demons walked away in all directions; this mission had let them witness the "birth" of a true one-handed heaven-covering powerhouse.

Fifth rank?

Fifth rank is the current peak for gods and demons walkers, while above that peak, lofty and exalted, are the immortals and buddhas—and that is Tang Xuanzang.

Zhao Hongmian's statement, which concerned the entire pattern of gods and demons walkers, has also been verified.

However, it differs from what was originally expected: the one who changed the global pattern of gods and demons walkers was not the mission itself nor its subsequent effects.

But Tang Luo this person.

As for the mess in Beiou over here, it now has nothing to do with the Eastern gods and demons walkers.

They ran off clean and swift, one by one, and nobody had any Virgin Mary complex.

In the territory of the Western gods and demons walkers, they gained the advantage of the land, and of course the cleanup work naturally had to be handled by them themselves.

In the sky, Tang Luo sat cross-legged on Ao Yulie's dragon's head, with on either side the ferocious horns pointing upward, piercing the firmament.

The lazy Xiaotian Dog lay sprawled on his shoulder.

Behind him lay Zhu Bajie, resembling a big-bellied Maitreya.

"Master, what the hell is this corrupt blood, anyway? Whose blood is it?" Zhu Bajie spoke up.

"I don't know." Tang Luo shook his head. "Inside it, there is no trace of a truly complete will—only instinctual consciousness. The name 'corrupt blood' is, however, not bad."

"Oh." Zhu Bajie nodded. "By the way, that Zeus fellow said they had people lying in ambush for the Wulin Shenhua's Chijing Daoist—should we go look for them?"

"I'm looking for them right now," Ao Yulie said.

This kind of thing can only be left to fate; the Xiaotian Dog hasn't even smelled the Chijing Daoist, so there's no way to track him by scent.

However, for a powerhouse who has reached the level of the Chijing Daoist, even if defeated, the probability of escaping is still quite high.

Take Zeus's incarnation, the Thunderbolt Golden Eagle, for example—actually, it flies extremely fast, but it only encountered Tang Luo and his group, whereupon it drank hatred and died on the spot.

It's not that fifth-rank gods and demons walkers lack strength; it's simply that the enemy is too powerful.

"Master, how much of your strength have you recovered now?" Zhu Bajie asked eagerly.

"The 'useless aspects' of the corrupt blood are too many," Tang Luo said. "I need time to slowly digest it. This time, the greatest gain is actually those people's fate fragments."

He raised his hand, and nine fate fragments fully manifested in his palm.

Naturally, the largest and most complete one was Zeus's fate fragment, with the other fate fragments arrayed around this one.

It looked like a solar system.

"Not counting the corrupt blood. These fate fragments should allow me to recover a bit more, reaching fifty percent of the unharmed upper limit," Tang Luo thought to himself.

He opened his mouth, and his palm twitched slightly.

All the fate fragments streamed in one after another, and Tang Luo swallowed them all.

He closed his eyes, and his breath instantly sank downward, making him look like a statue.

Ao Yulie carefully reduced his speed, knowing that even if he flew a bit faster, it would not make any difference.

But psychologically, he still wanted to feel a bit more secure.

Speaking of which, the master is also too impatient—we're still looking for the Chijing Daoist here; what if we run into him……

Forget it—if we do run into him, the Second Senior Brother can just strike him down; there's really no need for the master to make a move himself.