Chapter 491: Not a Single One Gets Away

"Right."

Yang Chan suddenly said, "Big Brother Xuanzang, when you run into my brother later, remember to give him the things."

"What things?" Tang Luo asked.

The Precious Lotus Lamp manifested, and the specks of starlight Yang Chan had dispersed fell into it; the Precious Lotus Lamp's appearance began to change.

"Actually, you could become an artifact spirit; in this poor monk's hands, you can't stir up much trouble, and when the time comes, I'll just give you to Yang Jian." Tang Luo said.

"No." Yang Chan's voice gradually lowered, "I want to stay by my brother's side; as long as I'm by his side, that's enough..."

An oiled paper umbrella appeared; unfurled, its canopy bore a splash-ink landscape painting, in which there were two people.

A boy carrying a little girl on his back was ascending stone steps, his back turned so his face couldn't be seen clearly, but the little girl had turned half her face.

Sketched in freehand strokes, revealing a radiant smile.

Tang Luo reached out, grabbed the oiled paper umbrella and stowed it away.

The God-Demon Game defined it as a piece of equipment; its description was even simpler than that of the already-damaged, only-fragments-remaining Drill-Wind Bone Sword — just a single character: "Umbrella."

"How much longer?" After stowing the oiled paper umbrella Yang Chan had turned into, Tang Luo asked.

"Half an hour." Zhu Bajie said.

After the Third Holy Mother came out, Tang Luo and the others received a mission failure prompt, and would return in one hour.

From a certain angle, an hour's time counted as an additional punishment — a "survival mission" of sorts, to endure through this period.

Honestly, it felt quite fresh.

Mission failure, to other God-Demon Walkers, is absolutely a sad affair.

But to Tang Luo and his group, it was like a breeze, at most rippling a pool of spring water, then fading into silence.

It wouldn't produce any further impact.

"Fine, that's enough." Tang Luo looked at Liu Chenxiang, "Any interest in going to help nail those five guys' coffin lids shut?"

"Yes." Liu Chenxiang nodded; he was a "revenge male god," and this was the best chance for revenge.

"Then... let's start with you."

The second half of that sentence, naturally, wasn't addressed to Liu Chenxiang.

Having already run a distance, carefully concealing himself and preparing to flee, Jin Dasheng felt a violent wind sweep over, and then Tang Xuanzang appeared right before him.

"Holy Monk! I didn't betray the Lord!"

Jin Dasheng said; in the story Yuan Hong described, Jin Dasheng was just a background extra.

In a certain sense, Jin Dasheng didn't have any explicit act of betrayal either.

At first he schemed against the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors and the rest; later he used Liu Chenxiang as a tool to strike at the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors.

But neither of these two objectives was truly realized.

If not for Tang Luo and company barging in, Jin Dasheng's original "ox" self would merely have been a tool for the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors.

"No need to worry." Tang Luo said, "Later there will be someone to keep you company."

Couldn't be bothered with nonsense; they didn't have much time left.

"You!"

Jin Dasheng watched the giant handprint grab toward him, suddenly doubting whether that cracked body he'd just seen, seemingly about to shatter the next second, that heavily injured form, was real or not.

Taking out the Life and Death Register's duplicate volume, Tang Luo very cleverly pulled Jin Dasheng's remnant soul into the Life and Death Register.

Black and White Impermanence's restoration was still far off; fortunately the Life and Death Register's duplicate volume still had its use.

Otherwise it would just be purely raising idle mouths.

"Master..." Zhu Bajie stopped Tang Luo's move to destroy the corpse and wipe out traces, "I have an idea."

"Hm?" Tang Luo looked at Zhu Bajie.

"I plan to collect those guys' remnant bodies." Zhu Bajie said, "Can forge you a handy weapon."

Although they didn't care about mission failure, coming all this way and not getting anything,

mood was still bad, Tang Luo even destroyed a Drill-Wind Bone Sword, Zhu Bajie always felt they'd lost out.

Had to earn a bit back.

This Zhu Bajie, even if I take a loss, can't take a bloody loss.

"Good." Tang Luo didn't refuse.

Drill-Wind Bone Sword, Cold Ice Spear and such, to him were purely handy toys to use when suitable.

Like a child's plastic toy knives, swords, Golden Cudgels, Ultraman transformation devices.

In artifact forging, Zhu Bajie actually had considerable attainment; between him and Tang Luo's level of only knowing how to "assemble models," there was probably a gap of a hundred Ao Yulies.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to split the Nine-Toothed Rake into nine.

This wasn't mere illusory separation, but genuinely forging nine brand-new magic treasures, able to separate and recombine without the slightest hindrance.

The Five Directional Heavenly Emperors' demon bodies were ruined quite badly.

What could remain were undoubtedly the hardest parts; wanting to mix them together and forge an extremely profound magic treasure is actually not easy.

But Tang Luo's requirements for a handy weapon were never anything profound; Zhu Bajie knew well enough, just hard and sturdy enough.

Those remnant things were relatively suitable raw materials.

Spent a few minutes, everyone collected the forging raw materials, and under Liu Chenxiang's guidance, headed straight for Zhongdu.

Liu Chenxiang said there was a special Five Emperors temple there; nailing the coffin lids shut there might have a miraculous effect.

Even if not, Zhongdu also had five large Five Emperors temples, undoubtedly very suitable locations.

With two... and a half, powerful uncles by his side, there was absolutely no need to keep a low profile anymore.

Time was already short; grabbing the enemy's vital points and beating them to death was the right way.

A True Dragon descended; that Five Emperors temple was directly clawed into ruins by Ao Yulie.

The surrounding guards and Daoists stared in dumbfounded shock.

From the horizon came the voices of the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors: "Tang Xuan Zang, do you truly intend to wipe us out completely?"

They were weak, powerless to resist, but at least they had not fallen unconscious; they could still communicate.

After Tang Luo shoved them into the coffins, they had been constantly discussing how to break the deadlock and save themselves.

However, before they could think of a plan, the person who had closed the coffin lids arrived.

"Yes." Facing the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors' question, Tang Luo answered with a smile.

Not a single one of you thinks of escaping.

Liu Chen Xiang gripped the "God-Slaying Axe" in her hand and chopped forward viciously; the protective barrier formed from the thin incense-fire power shattered like window paper.

A crack appeared, neatly splitting the Yellow Emperor's temple before them in two.

"Why me!"

The Yellow Emperor flew into a rage, followed by a wave of weakness; he was already the most miserable of the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors, so why, in the end, was he the first to be targeted?

The reason was actually simple.

Tang Luo and the others hadn't thought that much about it at all; it was purely because the Yellow Emperor's temple was closest to the Five Emperors' temple and was also the largest temple in the Central Capital.

Your target is the biggest and the closest; a casual pick naturally lands on you.

It's not targeted; all five are going to die anyway, so why bother targeting one specifically?

Moreover, from a certain perspective, the last one to be destroyed is the one truly targeted.

Imagine: the five of you are trapped in a house you cannot escape, and inside is a powerful, cold-blooded, flawless killer hunting you down.

You can run, yet you can never escape.

Companions — "companions sharing the same suffering" — die one after another.

The last one to die endures the greatest pressure, and the mental torture is the most prolonged.

The Five Directional Heavenly Emperors are not some cultivators hiding in caves, closing up for a hundred years, purifying their hearts and minimizing desires.

Perhaps they were before, but after stepping onto the Divine Path, they certainly are not anymore.

Their emotions are actually very intense, even surpassing ordinary people. This point can be glimpsed from Yang Chan's situation — seeing a leopard through a tube, catching a glimpse of the whole.

Similarly, when the shadow of death hovers overhead and gradually descends, the emotion of fear is also extremely intense.

This is a tremendous torture.

Liu Chen Xiang swung the God-Slaying Axe, chop after chop, madly hacking at the Yellow Emperor's temple beneath her feet.

No one around stopped her — it should be said, no one could stop her.

The Five Directional Heavenly Emperors' divine soldiers and generals were not all wiped out; a portion still did not know what had happened.

Sensing the temple's destruction, arrogant immortals manifested; before they could even utter harsh words, they were struck by several heavenly thunderbolts from Zhu Ba Jie, Ao Yu Lie, and the others, vanishing into smoke.

As for the believers, they ran relatively fast.

The fanatics seeking death, Tang Luo and the others showed no mercy either; those who should be converted were converted.

Purely from the angle of committing evil, many people actually qualify as great villains.

Having destroyed the Yellow Emperor's temple, Liu Chen Xiang stood atop the ruins, panting heavily.

She looked quite exhausted, but her eyes were bright, as if flames were burning within them.

"The Dharma is boundless." The god-tier support came online again; Tang Luo buffed Liu Chen Xiang's status.

Liu Chen Xiang instantly felt a surge of power well up in her body; needing no nonsense, she leaped up, cold light slashing separately toward the other four temples.

Breaking through the incense-fire power's protection, amid thunderous roars, the four temples followed in the same footsteps.

Half an hour later, the return time was approaching.

Atop a mountain peak, Liu Chen Xiang lay on the ground, looking up at the sky.

Not only the Central Capital; in a short time, at least eighty percent of all the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors' temples had been destroyed.

The Five Directional Heavenly Emperors' initial roars of rage, later pleas for mercy, temptations with profit, then furious howls, and finally miserable shrieks.

Lingering by Liu Chen Xiang's ears, never dispersing, as if they were the most beautiful movement.

To hell with "forgive where forgiveness is due"; this old man just wants to wipe you out completely!

The anger suppressed for hundreds of years was finally released; Liu Chen Xiang had never felt this exhilarated, but after the exhilaration came a wave of emptiness.

The legendary "sage time" descended.

After the objective was achieved, Liu Chen Xiang felt slightly lost.

"Big nephew." Tang Luo's voice made Liu Chen Xiang's gaze refocus. "Don't forget to do things in the future."

"What do I need to do?" Liu Chen Xiang asked.

"Jin Da Sheng is dead; the monster side is no longer a threat, but chaos is inevitable." Tang Luo said, "You guys from the Covering God Association keep a slight watch over things."

"Okay." Liu Chen Xiang nodded.

Matters of human race righteousness like this, there's nothing to decline.

He also hadn't reached the point of "after my revenge, let the floods drown the world."

By comparison, Tang Luo is actually the one who fits this type — a typical demonic monk.

"Then that's it. Cultivate well. We have fate to meet again; maybe we'll see your uncle later." Tang Luo smiled and said, "When that time comes, you can pounce over and hug his thigh, shouting: 'Uncle, I'm your long-lost maternal nephew!' I really look forward to seeing Yang Jian's reaction at that moment."

"..." Liu Chen Xiang reverted to her silent, taciturn, scheming mode.

These words are hard to respond to, so let's not respond.

In her heart there was also a bit of curiosity and anticipation; that Yuan Hong was an imposter.

Then where is the real Yang Jian?