Chapter 1655: I'm Afraid He Cannot Leave Anymore

"I'm afraid he won't be able to leave here," Chen Yu said, tilting his head to stare at this so-called Master Huang Jue, and sneered.

"What do you mean?" Chuan Naizi was slightly stunned; she looked up at Chen Yu, puzzled.

"There is... a Demon," Master Huang Jue stammered out these words, then he looked up at Chuan Naizi: "Quickly... leave this place."

"Alright, I will take you away, Master Huang Jue." Chuan Naizi reached out to pull him.

But the moment she touched Huang Jue, her hand recoiled as if she had been electrocuted. She asked in astonishment: "Master Huang Jue, why are your hands so cold?"

"I cannot leave anymore. You must go quickly, then tell the people outside to destroy this place; do not let anyone leave here," Master Huang Jue said, using his last breath.

"Why?" Chuan Naizi could not help but feel both anxious and confused; Huang Jue was likely the only survivor in this place.

No matter what, she had to take Master Huang Jue away from here, because he was the only survivor.

Even if she only saved one person, her trip would not have been in vain.

Huang Jue shook his head, then lowered it. The expression on his face was struggling, appearing to be in great pain.

Suddenly, he lifted his head abruptly, a flash of ghostly light passing through his eyes, while at the same time an invisible force emanated from his body.

Chuan Naizi gasped; she was involuntarily pushed back a few steps. She looked at Huang Jue in shock, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Don't go any closer, he has already fallen into the path of the Demon," Chen Yu said, looking at Huang Jue: "These monks were also killed by him."

"These people were killed by him? Impossible, Master Huang Jue is an enlightened high monk. He may have had faults, but he would absolutely never kill people for no reason," Chuan Naizi cried out.

The things happening in this village today were striking her worldview one after another, making her faith almost collapse.

But Huang Jue was the master she respected most; if this master had fallen into the path of the Demon and killed people... then this world might truly be beyond saving.

"The wounds on these monks were not caused by sharp weapons, but by blunt ones. Looking at their injuries, most were caused by the Subduing Demon Pestle," Chen Yu said: "And the Subduing Demon Pestle in this temple is right there, weighing over six hundred catties."

"Unless one has immense strength, it is impossible to wield such a heavy object," Chen Yu said.

Chuan Naizi was horrified and involuntarily looked at the Subduing Demon Pestle leaning against the Buddha statue. The Subduing Demon Pestle in this temple was a Divine Artifact; it was said that as early as the era of the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, a master wielded the Subduing Demon Pestle and defeated all the monsters.

And this object in the temple also served to guard the place; an ordinary person could never wield it.

But just at this moment, the Subduing Demon Pestle moved. Master Huang Jue stood up slowly, his right hand grasping at the void.

That six-hundred-catty Subduing Demon Pestle flew back into his hand abruptly. He gripped the Subduing Demon Pestle with one hand, slammed it heavily onto the ground, and then held one palm upright, a strange smile on his face.

"Master Huang Jue, what are you doing?" Chuan Naizi retreated a few steps. She looked at Master Huang Jue in astonishment, feeling that the whole situation was wrong.

Yes, Chen Yu was absolutely right; only Master Huang Jue in this temple could wield this Subduing Demon Pestle.

The monks who died on the ground were indeed killed by Master Huang Jue. In this instant, she felt her faith collapsing.

This kind-faced master was the person she admired most, and she felt that in this incredibly restless world, this master was the only pure land. But now, he held the ancestral Subduing Demon Pestle, and the expression on his face was incomparably ferocious.

Looking at the expression on his face, it was as if he couldn't wait to tear himself apart.

"This monk is actually quite good; his concentration is very strong," Chen Yu said: "Generally speaking, people who fall into the path of the Demon cannot control the entanglement of the Heart Demon within them."

"But he can control it, and when we arrived just now, he was still able to maintain a moment of clarity. This is something an ordinary person could never do."

"Greetings, two benefactors." A flash of crimson light passed through Huang Jue's eyes, and he chuckled: "All living beings suffer in the kalpas; only by self-salvation can one be saved. This old monk shall send you both on your way, how about that?"

"Send us where?" Chen Yu stepped forward, Lichen already appearing in his hand.

This old monk's strength was very high; even Chen Yu, who was in the Spirit Rhinoceros Realm, had to treat him with caution.

To call him an enlightened high monk was not an exaggeration; after all, in terms of power classification, he was indeed a powerhouse.

"To the Western Paradise, of course," the old monk's voice was as resonant as a great bell.

Everyone has a dark side in their heart, even high monks are no exception.

A master who falls into the path of the Demon is often just the evil within their heart losing control and finally manifesting.

Everything in this world has two sides. Sometimes, the more a person's true nature is suppressed, the more terrifying it is when it finally manifests.

The old monk was no different. Usually, the Demon in his heart was hidden deep within, and no one knew, but when these things erupted, they would be extremely terrifying.

"The Western Paradise?" Chen Yu smiled and said: "That is not a place everyone wants to go."

"Hehe, all living beings suffer in the kalpas; only by ascending to the Western Paradise can one find liberation. Why is the benefactor so stubborn?" The monk chuckled, muttering: "This world is born to suffer. I will send you there, and it will be liberation."

"That is quite unnecessary; we do not need you to liberate us," Chen Yu smiled slightly: "If you want to go, I can send you on your way instead."

"Benefactor, you speak wild words. This old monk already possesses the Eight Great Vajras Zhiju; I am afraid there is no one in this world who can send this old monk to the west," the old monk chuckled.

"In Fusang, that may be true, but looking at the world, there are plenty of people who can send you to the west." Chen Yu flicked Lichen in his hand, which emitted a dragon's roar: "Master, make your move."

"Benefactor, take care." The monk sneered, holding the Subduing Demon Pestle, which was a full twelve feet tall, in both hands, and with a 'whoosh', he attacked Chen Yu.

The Subduing Demon Pestle in his hand was a Divine Artifact in its own right, and in this monk's hands, it was even more infinitely powerful.

Chen Yu pushed Chuan Naizi out of the hall with his backhand, then flicked Lichen in his hand and engaged in a fierce battle with the old monk.

For a time, only brilliant light could be seen in the great hall, and the sound of rumbling echoed incessantly within the room. Chuan Naizi, standing outside the hall, felt a sense of shock.

She wanted to go in, but the great hall was now surrounded by an invisible Steel Wind. As soon as she moved a little closer, the powerful pressure made her unable to lift her head.

Helpless, she had to stop her steps and look up at the great hall, her heart in complete chaos.

Suddenly, with a loud 'Boom—', two figures burst out from the great hall, and the entire hall collapsed with a crash.

Chen Yu and Huang Jue stood far apart, both of them staring at each other.