Chapter 178: Thousand Eyes Search for Arms!

"Kill!!"

In the night sky, lightning flashed and thunder rolled; at the city gate, cries of battle shook the heavens. Clad divine guards streamed out in ranks, surging like a black tide toward every direction.

Fierce slaughter erupted in an instant.

The Divine Guard Army, having gathered strength for a long time, with Shi Hong and Long Zhan, two great true disciples, as vanguard, instantly broke Jiao Jun's situation. "Master Gongyang Yu!"

Deep in the dense forest, Su Su Wanxiong's beard and hair stood on end as he roared repeatedly, yet he was driven by the Soul-Chasing Sinew to have only the merit of blocking, with no power to strike back.

His internal qi was profound, his blood and qi mighty; in a shift he could sweep horizontally twenty or thirty zhang, and with one rise and one leap he could jump more than ten zhang.

But this distance was still far from reaching Qiu Qiu Zhengshang standing on the eagle's back, let alone Master Gongyang Yu standing atop the city wall.

"Sect Master Wan, he is suffering heavy injuries; kill him!"

Su Su Wanxiong roared once; on the Dahe River, Wan Na, wielding a twelve-foot blade, where did he need his reminder?

The instant the city gate swung open, he had sensed something amiss; while using qi to shake back Jing Jing Shuhu, the water beneath his feet exploded. His entire body suddenly shot skyward; substantial Bai Guang wove around him, like a golden eagle, its light cold. He erupted violently; his speed was so fast that even Jing Jing Shuhu could not catch up. A twelve-foot blade swept up a storm of blade light; wherever it passed, whether men or horses, whether blades or clubs, all were split in two!

"Master Gongyang Yu!"

A cold voice cleaved the long sky. Wan Na's eyes were icy, ignoring all obstacles within hundreds of zhang. A martial artist who had refined the viscera had all five organs and six bowels transformed; under instant eruption, he was almost a human-shaped weapon. The true qi woven around him was like sharp blades; before they could approach, they were shattered into three pieces.

"Damn it!"

Among the Divine Guard Army streaming out, Zou Kui, clad in full heavy armor, was terrified; in his frantic dodging, he was grazed.

In an instant, a wolf-tooth mace of the nameless grade was split into two pieces.

His whole body flew backward, coughing blood; when he crashed to the ground, he felt as if trampled by a herd of elephants, his bones and tendons nearly shattered.

"Even fiercer than Elder Han?!" Looking at that figure wreaking havoc for hundreds of zhang, like a white thundercloud, Gou Zhi was so frightened his face turned pale.

"The Great Perfection Moon Blade Art is indeed not bad. Pity, without Three Parts Returning to Origin, the viscera refinement is flawed, the true qi is unstable; how can you dare to fight this old man?"

Watching Wan Li surge forward, unstoppable by anyone, Master Gongyang Yu laughed and pulled the armor-piercing crossbow before him.

This weapon was half-embedded in the city wall; its overall components numbered in the hundreds, normally requiring ten large men to operate it. He pulled it casually, and the bowstring was already drawn full.

The armor-piercing bolt, radiating cold light, shot forth! Bang! The sound was like thunder, the momentum fierce.

The crossbows of Jianlong Fucheng were a unique treasure of the Divine Weapon Valley; within a hundred zhang, they could pierce ten layers of armor. Even one who had perfected viscera refinement could not withstand it.

Yet even a skilled bowman could not capture the figure of a viscera-refined expert; the threat was indeed great, yet not enough to make him hesitate.

But when Master Gongyang Yu released the bow, the threat was far too great.

Even as mighty as Wan Na was forced to stop dead in his tracks; as he shifted, the blade edge swept out a moon-like blade wave, cutting fully ten zhang wide!

Bang!

When the bolt met the blade wave, a vast expanse of qi and liquid exploded; nearby, those who could not dodge in time, even straw men, were blown several zhang away. "He indeed suffered heavy injuries!"

Wan Na stopped, yet felt no shock or rage. His eyes fixed; he drew his surrounding true qi inward, intending to rush into the nearby Divine Guards.

But his evasion cost time; with a thunderous crash, Jing Jing Shuhu, Zou Musheng, and the other three lunged forward together.

The nearby Divine Guard Army all turned pale; without hesitation, they fled wildly. They dared not touch the clash between a True Realm and a Viscera-Refined Realm expert.

"Ahhh!"

Outside the dense forest, Su Su Wanxiong blocked the Sinew with his horizontal blade, staggered backward, blood at the corner of his mouth: "Have the courage to come down!" Bang!

One after another, arrows pierced the air.

In the night rain, Cang Li spread his wings; Qiu Qiu Zhengxiong unleashed a chain of moves, real or false, pursuing life and death.

On the city wall, Master Gongyang Yu manipulated the crossbow, angles sharp, striking precisely where he must be saved, killing Su Su Wanxiong in a wretched state, forcing him to dodge repeatedly.

Targeted like this, even though he worshipped the Five Ghosts of the Divine, his most precious life, he had absolutely no room to maneuver. "Hateful, hateful!"

Another bolt fell; Su Su Wanxiong's back was torn open, his inner armor ripped apart; his heart surged with shock and rage.

If the Dead Man's Talisman had not been lost, and he had performed a thousand offerings in succession, how could he have been driven to such a state?! But...

"This old man has not yet lost!"

Swallowing a handful of pills, Su Su Wanxiong, risking further injury, finally burst out of the dense forest and slaughtered into the crowd. "Having dealt with this batch, it is time to leave."

Master Gongyang Yu skillfully operated the crossbow; flashes of light flickered, yet he could not help but sigh within his heart.

He had never placed Su Su Wanxiong in his eyes; the Xieshen Sect's branch in Fucheng, though treacherous, could not reach him. But the Xieshen Sect was not limited to one branch; Su Su Wanxiong was nothing, but that Master Master Baili Lei Jingchuan... "Sect Master."

A figure came from outside the city, leaping several times to land on the city wall. It was Elder Ku Yue; his long sword was stained with blood, his expression solemn.

"The Xieshen Sect people were killed nine out of ten, but that Thousand Eyes Search for Arms, I fear cannot be stopped..." "?"

Master Gongyang Yu's eyes darkened slightly; he raised his gaze toward the Dahe River. He saw the Dahe River water turning red; corpses floated downstream, dense as a mat, who knew if hundreds or thousands!

Those corpses were not only nearby commoners; there were also disciples of the Divine Weapon Valley and the Three Yuan Fort, and even, among them, the slain Xieshen Sect experts.

"That Su Su Wanxiong does not know how many living people he sent out; there is no way to find them all."

Elder Ku Yue's face was not good.

Once the Xieshen Sect's Blood Prohibition Ritual begins, unless all living people are burned, it cannot be interrupted. Otherwise, even these killings below the city might push forward the Blood Prohibition Ritual. Fortunately, the Blood Prohibition Ritual fails nine times out of ten. "Then, prepare to leave."

Master Gongyang Yu was decisive; even making this difficult decision of abandoning what was gained, but if the person remains, the inheritance remains. The Cold Spring Earth Fire, and the unobtainable Sea-Splitting Profound Bright Hammer, if they must be abandoned, then abandon them.

Elder Ku Yue felt some reluctance in his heart, yet still nodded, looking at the crowd of killers below the city: "Shall we leave survivors?" "Not one left!"

In the rain curtain, on one side of the city wall, Wan Chuan stood on the city wall; the swift wind and heavy rain could not approach his body, as if separated by an invisible barrier.

"Master Gongyang Yu is a man of resolve."

Wan Chuan stroked his beard; the killings outside the city came fully into view. "What resolve?"

Beside him, Brother Qiao Tianhe wore a yellow robe and bamboo hat; still, the wind and rain beat so hard he could not open his eyes, let alone see the slaughter in the rainy night.

"He is fleeing."

Wan Chuan felt some admiration in his heart; true resolve is never made only at the critical moment of life and death, but is forced by necessity.

To make such a great sacrifice while the situation has not yet been reversed—that is what shows resolve.

Just now, the Xieshen Sect and Three Yuan Fort experts outside the city all fell into Master Gongyang Yu's net; it appeared they held the upper hand.

Another person might have harbored hope, and that would inevitably lead the entire sect into a state of eternal damnation. "Who? Head of the Master Gongyang family?"

Brother Qiao Tianhe was stunned; he opened his eyes and looked toward the city outskirts, seeing only the Divine Guard Army's great victory: "How could he flee?"

"He understands the principle that one cannot guard against an enemy for a thousand days, and knows that prolonged defense inevitably leads to loss, so naturally he must flee; otherwise, why would he destroy the Thousand Hook River?"

Glancing at his own disciple, Wan Chuan shook his head inwardly; this disciple's talent and comprehension were extremely good, yet his heart held far too few schemes.

Unless facing life and death on a single thread, one simply would not think to flee. "He, he destroyed the Thousand Hook Cave, all for this?"

Brother Qiao Tianhe's face was filled with horror; destroying a great sect with a thousand-year heritage, just to escape? Was this decisiveness, or cowardice?

"The Jianghu is treacherous; flee when you must. Remember, nothing in the world is more important than life." Wan Chuan warned, for these were lessons learned through blood and tears; those who only thought to flee when death was upon them usually ended up completely wiped out.

"This, this Xieshen Sect, is it so terrible?"

Brother Qiao Tianhe murmured.

In his view, Master Master Gongyang could be counted as a hero, capable of toppling the Tianxia Sect's great branch and even setting an ambush to kill invading enemies. Such a person, yet still suffering defeat and having to flee? "More than terrible?" Wan Chuan suddenly felt he might have spoiled this young man too much, his face showing a bit of frustration at the lack of progress:

"The Xieshen Sect is suppressed by all sects under heaven, yet they can still stir up wind and rain everywhere; do you know why?"

Wan Chuan blew his beard and narrowed his eyes, explaining the pros and cons to him, for he feared this young man might think he was truly a master.

"This

Brother Qiao Tianhe was stunned for a long while before remembering: "Master, didn't you say the Xieshen Sect was going to hold some ritual? Are we, fleeing too?"

"Why should this old man flee?"

Wan Chuan nearly laughed in anger: "Even if Master Master Baili Lei Jingchuan himself arrived, he would not dare harm this old man in the slightest!"

Furthermore, the reason he delayed leaving was not without the intention of using the Xieshen Sect's ritual to obtain the Sea of Mystery's mysterious treasure. Seeing the ritual about to succeed, how could he possibly leave?

Those who could not forget the Sea of Mystery's mysterious treasure were not just the Xieshen Sect; he wanted it too, even if only to see it once. "That is a divine weapon suited for heaven..."

"Four

The sounds of killing and screaming outside Fucheng were loud, not even the rainy night could suppress them; many citizens in the city who had not yet fallen asleep were startled awake. In the rainy night, rows of lights flickered on.

Whoosh!

A phoenix arrow pierced the air.

Inside the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple, an old monk with a fierce, glaring expression was pierced through the chest by an arrow.

Upon the main hall, Qiu Chang slowly opened eight directions, suppressing dozens of great monks with his own strength alone. Inside and outside the temple, killing was fierce, with severed limbs and broken arms everywhere.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After Qiu Chang fired his bow in a continuous barrage, killing the last two monks, he did not relax his vigilance until the slaughter had completely subsided.

"Search!"

Qiu Chang swept a cold glance; a group of Divine Guards immediately flooded into various temples, and quickly, blocks of living statues were brought out.

These statues were lifelike; with just one glance, she saw the face of Qi Chengsheng, and besides that, there were clearly many familiar faces.

Most of these had already been killed, while many were still in hiding, including Su Su Wanxiong, Qi Ying, the Qianyuan Sect... "Damn it, evil cult!"

Qiu Chang felt quite disgusted; she personally smashed all the living statues before leading the Divine Guards away, heading to the next temple, the next stronghold.

Wuuu—

The heavy rain washed away the bloodstains, leaving the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple covered in filth. "Damn, the killing was truly ruthless."

Amidst footsteps that were neither loud nor quiet, a middle-aged man in white robes with a long sword at his waist slowly walked into the temple courtyard. His figure was well-proportioned and slender, his face exquisite, like a noble young master stepping out of a painting.

Behind him followed several black-clad swordsmen bowing their bodies, not daring to lift their heads; their faces were filled with extreme shock and anger.

"My lord Master Baili, the Snake Master he..." a black-clad man's voice was hoarse.

"Losing the Corpse Phosphorus is a grave crime; dragging down the Snake Clan is a capital offense. Adding the two crimes together, he deserved death anyway; Master Master Gongyang taking action himself saved us the trouble."

The man in white walked through the rain curtain, his expression calm, seemingly completely unconcerned with the slaughter outside the city:

"A martial artist's blood and qi are far superior to ordinary commoners; without the Corpse Phosphorus, there must still be several meridian-opening martial artists, otherwise, how could the ritual succeed?"

"This..."

The black-clad swordsmen felt a chill in their hearts and dared not speak further for a moment.

"Hmm, the blood of these great monks is not bad either; over these years, they have used the temples to commit evil and bring disaster, so it is time for them to repay the gods."

The man in white lifted a corpse, nodding in satisfaction:

"The most suitable offerings for the gods are still the temples of these monks; this scent is just right!"

The black-clad swordsmen trembled, feeling that this Lord Master Baili was indeed as terrifying and ruthless as the legends said, trampling on everything, including his own people and the gods. "Yuan Brother Qiao." Master Baili Lei Jingchuan spoke. "Your subordinate is here." Yuan Brother Qiao "thud" fell to the ground, his posture extremely respectful.

"Go inform that Meng Zhan, and all those other messy people, to let them offer some flesh and blood as well!"

"Yes!"

Yuan Brother Qiao knew Meng Zhan well and hurriedly exited the temple. "Build the altar!" With a flick of his sleeve, Master Baili Lei Jingchuan had the other black-clad swordsmen busy at once.

They brought out the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva statue from the main hall and used the corpses of all the great monks to pile up a flesh-and-blood forbidden altar before the statue.

Bang!

Almost simultaneously, Master Baili Lei Jingchuan tapped his foot; an invisible power spiral spread out, stirring up tangible qi liquid, isolating the wind and rain outside.

Then, as he stepped up onto that flesh-and-blood forbidden altar, the bloodstains around him that even the rain could not wash away flowed like little snakes toward the altar,

finally, following Master Baili Lei Jingchuan's movements, seeping into that Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva statue.

Gulp!

In an instant, Master Baili Lei Jingchuan's robes danced wildly; the black-clad swordsmen had already prostrated themselves on the ground, their hearts terrified. In the dark, rainy curtain, they saw that after the blood seeped in, the eyes of the stone statue lit up. One by one, pair by pair...

At first, it was just a faint red, but as Master Baili Lei Jingchuan chanted incantations and cut his own palm,

the red light blazed forth!

"All of you, Master Baili Lei Jingchuan, respectfully invite the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva to manifest!"

Gulp!

At the moment the red light suddenly rose, several li away, Qiu Chang, who was drawing her bow and nocking an arrow, felt a chill in her heart and turned back in terror. She saw that within the night curtain, columns of blood-red light crossed high in the sky, extremely glaring.

"What is this?!"

"Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva?! Blood sacrifice, the Thousand-Spirit Blood Sacrifice has succeeded!" "The Bodhisattva manifests!" In the rainy night, visibility was low, but when this blood light rose, the people within Fucheng saw it.

Even Wan Chuan and Master Master Gongyang on the city walls, and even Su Su Wanxiong and Wan Ya coughing blood outside the city, all perceived it.

Some were horrified, some had a Solemn expression, and naturally some laughed aloud. "Haha! It succeeded, the Thousand-Crying Sacrifice has succeeded!"

Su Su Wanxiong, nearly shot to death, coughed blood in great mouthfuls and laughed wildly. Outside the city where the news spread, there were actually short-barreled heavy cannons.

At this moment, anyone who saw those beams of blood light felt their hearts grow cold; some even trembled in fear, two legs shaking, and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Yin-cold, fierce, violent... Within that blood light seemed to be contained all negative emotions of heaven and earth, like a mad tide drowning the minds of all bystanders.

"Is this, the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva manifesting?"

In the city, some believers suddenly prostrated themselves; others squinted and looked. Faintly, they felt that beneath the interwoven red light of the night, there truly was a Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva, beneath the sea of blood, looking out from Fucheng, looking toward the Divine Weapon Mountain Ranges!

Swallow!

In the Weapon Casting Valley, within the underground river, Zheng Ce sat up abruptly, his face full of surprise and doubt:

"This hammer?"

Zheng Ce instinctively sensed the Weapon Command Array. Since the underground vein tremor that day, he had not dared to summon it again.

He took out six hammer weapons, deeply afraid of triggering another tremor.

Thus, although he could still see the faint black light of the Black Sea Mysterious Hammer, he no longer sensed that intense call.

But now...

"What is this hammer doing?"

The black light flickered around the surroundings. Zheng Ce was stunned for quite a while, then put on all the Red Dragon Fish leather armor and walked toward the Red-Faced River.