Chapter 1213: The Liehuo Temple

A faint light enveloped Chen Yu. Once their Immobilization Curse locked onto a person's form, the target would be unable to move for the next twenty-four hours unless they willed it otherwise.

"An Immobilization Curse?" Chen Yu glanced at the group and couldn't help but laugh: "Are you really embarrassed to bring out such childish things to fool people? Heh..."

"You're actually fine?" The three were all taken aback.

"Increase the intensity." The red-faced Daoist could no longer stand still. The three changed their Dao Seals simultaneously, then let out a deep shout and pointed both hands heavily at Chen Yu.

The intensified Immobilization Curse was naturally much stronger than before; this was something they had achieved by pouring in all of their Mind Power.

Yet this time, Chen Yu did indeed stand on the spot without moving, appearing as if he had been immobilized by the group.

"Hmph, you dare to oppose us? Wait for the Mountain God's punishment." The red-faced Daoist finally let out a sigh of relief. He looked at Chen Yu coldly, then waved his hand and said: "Take him away."

"Yes." Two short, fat Daoists stepped forward to seize Chen Yu.

"Stop, what are you doing? Do you still have any regard for the law?" Zhou Meng grew anxious. Chen Yu was standing there without moving, and she thought he had truly fallen for the two Daoists' trick.

"Heh, little girl, when you grow up, you will realize that in a place like ours, there is truly no law." The red-faced Daoist sneered.

"I won't let you take him away." Zhou Meng blocked Chen Yu's path and said angrily.

"Big brother, this woman is not bad, she's quite fresh. Don't we lack a Cauldron for cultivation?" A short, fat Daoist suddenly looked Zhou Meng up and down, revealing a malicious expression.

Indeed, Zhou Meng's attire was much prettier than that of the women in the Mountain.

"En, she is indeed not bad." The red-faced Daoist also looked at Zhou Meng with interest: "Then take her back; she will make a fine Cauldron."

The three Daoists chuckled lecherously in unison, their gazes toward Zhou Meng suddenly becoming malicious.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Meng was frightened.

Although she did not know what a so-called Cauldron was, she knew from the looks on these Daoists' faces that it certainly wasn't anything good.

"What are we doing? Others take a detour when they see us, but you, you insist on delivering yourself to our doorstep. If we don't take you, it would simply be a waste of a precious gift." The red-faced Daoist laughed loudly and reached out to grab Zhou Meng.

"This Immobilization Curse of yours has some merit." Just at this moment, Chen Yu spoke up.

Indeed, the few Daoists' Immobilization Curse was not ordinary.

Even someone as strong as Chen Yu had felt a moment of distraction just now, but in that very instant, Chen Yu had already figured out that the power of these Daoists did not come from themselves.

It came from somewhere else. As for what place that was, Chen Yu was not clear, but he felt that although the strength of these few Daoists was average, the so-called Mountain God behind them certainly had some tricks.

Either it was a naturally gifted entity, or a successfully cultivated Spirit Monster; in any case, it was not a common mountain spirit or mountain monster.

Moreover, the opponent's aura was very unique—neither Buddha, nor Dao, nor demon—and it was mixed with a trace of other auras, which made Chen Yu take a keen interest in them.

"You, you're fine?" The expressions of the few Daoists changed drastically.

They couldn't help but retreat a few steps, staring wide-eyed as they scrutinized Chen Yu.

This was truly evil. Their Immobilization Curse came from that thing behind their Daoist temple and was extremely formidable; even if a lion or a tiger came, it would be locked tight.

Yet their strongest reinforced curse could only trap Chen Yu for a moment? What kind of situation was this?

"Of course I'm fine. Look at me—do I look like I'm having any trouble?" Chen Yu spread his arms and smiled slightly.

Indeed, Chen Yu was now moving freely and speaking quite normally; he didn't look like he was having any trouble at all.

"What is your background, exactly?" The red-faced Daoist began to take Chen Yu seriously: "The sixteen Daoists of our Liehuo Temple are not to be trifled with."

"Of course you're not to be trifled with. If you were, you couldn't have grown so fat." Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"Neither Dao nor Buddha, neither Immortal nor demon? The origin of your Mountain God is not simple. If I'm not mistaken, he belongs to a type of Demon. You serve a member of the Demon Race—you have quite the nerve, don't you?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Our Mountain God is a god." The expressions of the few Daoists changed slightly. That Chen Yu could say such things proved that he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Furthermore, they knew the origin of their so-called Mountain God better than Chen Yu did, but in this mountain range of Shushan that stretched for a thousand miles, there were over ten sects of Dharma Cultivators, both large and small.

Because this area was not a blessed land of caves and lacked Spiritual Energy, there were no Dharma Cultivator sects stationed here.

For these years, they had served the Demon Race in secret, trying their best to avoid Dharma Cultivators. Although that member of the Demon Race was very strong, if news really spread, the Dharma Cultivators of the entire world would likely join forces to replace them.

After all, the Demon Race was a great taboo in the Cultivation World. No matter what the origin of this Demon was, once the news leaked, it would invite a calamity that would destroy their sect.

Chen Yu was actually a Dharma Cultivator? They had truly misjudged him before.

"How should I address you? Demon Cultivators?" Chen Yu sneered: "You have the Great Dao of light before you, yet you choose to cultivate as Demons. You lot are something else."

"You are a Dharma Cultivator?" The gazes on the faces of the three Daoists were already extremely sharp; this person could not be left alive.

Being able to see that the Venerable they served was of the Demon Race, Chen Yu was definitely not simple. If the news leaked, they would be wiped out by the combined force of the entire Cultivation World.

"That's right, you can call me that." Chen Yu nodded slightly: "Will you end yourselves, or shall I send you on your way?"

"Since you have seen through our origins, we absolutely cannot let you live." Vicious glints appeared in the eyes of the three: "We will send you on your way today."

"Come at me." Chen Yu smiled slightly.

The three shouted in unison; their Daoist robes exploded, leaving them bare-chested.

And on the bodies of the three, there was no skin exposed; it had been forcibly peeled away.

Engraved on their bodies were black Demon Marks. As the Demon Marks on their bodies lit up one by one, the figures of the three surged in size by a large margin in that instant.

"So you really are Demon Cultivators." Chen Yu shouted to Zhou Meng: "Take the villagers and retreat."

Zhou Meng had long since been scared silly. Although the few before her still had human forms, black energy was radiating from their bodies.

Moreover, their bodies looked as if they had been skinned; the bloody appearance was extremely terrifying.

Not until Chen Yu shouted did she snap out of it, and she hurriedly pulled the village head away.

Chen Yu stared at the group, seeing black energy rising from their bodies and red light flashing in their eyes, carrying a bloodthirsty gleam.