Chapter 539

Bu Yuanting reacted swiftly and immediately halted to observe.

At this moment, distant laughter and dancing figures illuminated by firelight continued to arrive.

But Bu Yuanting dared not move an inch, closed his eyes, and released his Xin Qiji to sense.

There are many secret arts in the world that can deceive the eyes and fool the ears, but a master's Xin Qiji sensing,

aside from being blocked, can never be deceived.

As his Xin Qiji spread outward, Bu Yuanting discovered that within a thousand steps, everything was utterly empty.

How large could this ancient temple be?

Startled in his heart, he suddenly felt a chill at the back of his neck and immediately slapped backward.

"Ouch…"

Before his true energy could even be unleashed, he heard a woman scream in agony.

Bu Yuanting immediately opened his eyes and saw a woman lying behind him.

Her attire, Bu Yuanting always felt, was somehow familiar.

But he could not for the life of him recall why this attire seemed familiar.

"Who are you?"

Sensing not a trace of Wu Gong on her, Bu Yuanting could not help asking.

"Master, you have such a cruel heart!"

The woman lifted her head, smiling sweetly at Bu Yuanting.

"Yu Nong…"

Seeing that face, Bu Yuanting froze in stunned silence.

Wasn't this his wife Yu Nong, whom he had abandoned over twenty years ago?

But wasn't she supposed to be dead already?

Why had she suddenly appeared in this ancient temple?

"How did my master learn my pet name?"

Yu Nong slowly rose, extending her jade-like hands, ready to embrace Bu Yuanting.

At this moment, Bu Yuanting did not know why, but stood like a wooden statue, letting Yu Nong embrace him.

After embracing Bu Yuanting, Yu Nong breathed softly into his ear.

At this, Bu Yuanting's gaze grew even more dazed.

"Come inside with me, alright?"

"Yes…"

Yu Nong pulled Bu Yuanting, slowly walking toward the interior.

In the darkness, a pair of ghostly green eyes suddenly appeared, filled with longing for Bu Yuanting.

"Supreme Mythical Realm, hehe! Little Die, you've done well!"

"Once we absorb him, Granny will be one step closer to freedom!"

A strange voice suddenly sounded, shifting between male and female, old and young.

"Sword Cuts Yuan Tiangang!"

At that moment, a voice roared out.

The ancient temple, previously shrouded in stillness, was instantly illuminated by a blade of light.

This blade of light carried endless Gang wind, sweeping toward them.

"Stupid Daoist Priest, you're meddling again."

The strange, genderless voice cursed, and then vines from the ancient trees shot forth.

They clashed repeatedly with the blade of light in midair.

Though the blade of light was powerful, beneath the endless, obscuring vines, it gradually faded.

"Old witch, you'll be trapped here forever!"

The one who unleashed the blade of light roared, preparing to strike again.

"Hah! Yan Chixia, you're really here at Lanruo Temple!"

In the darkness, countless sword qi suddenly erupted, shooting into the void.

"Yan Chixia, don't block me from subduing demons! This old witch is harming people—wait until I finish her!"

Yan Chixia roared in fury, helplessly battling the man named Xia Hou in the darkness.

Xia Hou's realm of the Sword Dao was clearly no low level, and Yan Chixia was no less formidable.

Two supreme sword masters clashed outside the ancient temple, their sword qi crisscrossing wildly.

Yet no matter how powerful the sword qi, none could approach the ancient temple by even a step.

In the gloom, countless vines clung to the temple's walls.

Whenever sword qi struck, the vines shattered it.

"Hah! Fooling Xia Hou was indeed useful—as long as he's blocking me, Granny can devour this expert!"

The strange voice shrieked, and then a vine extended from the darkness,

wrapped around the entranced Bu Yuanting, and swiftly dragged him into the darkness.

359-Call me Laozu!

As Bu Yuanting stood frozen, about to be "devoured" by some presence in the darkness,

a vast aura suddenly enveloped the entire ancient temple.

Xia Hou Lie, who had been battling Yan Chixia, was caught in the aura due to his proximity, and

His whole body trembled violently, then dissolved into a handful of blood mist that scattered into the world between heaven and earth.

"Who are you, sir?"

Yan Chixia held a long sword, hovering high above the ground, his gaze fixed on the mountain path.

The monster in the darkness called "Grandma" was also cowed by this aura and made no further move.

Along the mountain path, a person who looked extremely similar to Bu Yuanting, only with an aged face, drifted over slowly.

"This Seat is a 'God'!"

"A 'God' of the Bu Divine Clan!"

"Bu Yuanting is a descendant of my Bu Divine Clan—how dare you clowns lay a hand on him?"

The newcomer was none other than the Immortal God. While speaking, his figure flashed repeatedly.

He arrived directly at the ancient temple's courtyard and stared coldly into the deep, gloomy interior.

"Hand over Bu Yuanting!"

Although Watching Bu Jingyun would have been the best choice, the Immortal God's body had long since rotted away.

Bu Jingyun had entered the Qinglong Society, and his whereabouts were presently unknown.

Taking Bu Yuanting to tide over the emergency was also a fine choice.

As his words fell, he clenched his empty hand in midair.

The surrounding space twisted, and Bu Yuanting—who had been held by some unknown existence—suddenly appeared in the Immortal God's palm.

"Ah! That is Grandma's prey—how dare you snatch it away!"

The strange being in the darkness flew into a rage at once, and countless vines lashed straight toward the Immortal God.

Some of these vines moved like sharp swords, executing exquisitely subtle sword techniques.

Some moved like great sabers, broad and sweeping, their might impossible to withstand.

Any single vine alone would be hard for even a Land Immortal-level expert to parry.

Yet now they came in dense, countless waves—far more than Wan Wan.

The Immortal God merely sneered coldly, and the space before him twisted again and again.

Then something bizarre happened!

Every time a vine reached him, it was as though it suddenly lost control.

It reversed direction on the spot and clashed with the vines coming behind it.

No matter how many vines there were, they could not get within a zhang of the Immortal God.

Then, guided and controlled by his strange Wu Gong, they were turned back against the other vines.

The two sides struggled, and before long the front half of the ancient temple had been blasted into ruins.