Chapter 935

How is it that now he himself is ruthlessly suppressed by the Ren Guang Evil Buddha, unable to move even a little?

And yet this Mo Shenggu can, with such ease, smash through the top of the Buddhist hall and come to his rescue?

What on earth has happened to this world?

While General Chilaowen was still puzzling, he saw Mo Shenggu flip over and land beside him, withdrawing the flame from his palm with one hand and clapping it onto General Chilaowen's body.

General Chilaowen only felt a surge of scorching true essence flow over from Mo Shenggu's palm.

The next instant, he felt utterly refreshed, and the suppression on his body had vanished without a trace.

He couldn't help standing up and stretching comfortably.

The moment he stretched, he felt a sensation of something violently splitting behind his buttocks.

The pain turned his face a little green, and he couldn't help reaching back to cover his rear.

"This this this…"

General Chilaowen truly could not understand what on earth had happened.

732 How embarrassing, damnably too embarrassing!

"You evil heretic, practicing here the Way of Replenishment, harming others to benefit yourself — utterly detestable.

Today, Mo Shenggu shall represent Wu Dang and exterminate you, you evil heretic."

Just as General Chilaowen felt his rear about to split open, not knowing what had happened.

Mo Shenggu instead let out a great shout and charged straight at the withered corpse on the high platform.

The Way of Replenishment?

Hearing what Mo Shenggu said, General Chilaowen suddenly understood.

Taking a quick look inside, he discovered that of the ten portions of true essence within his body, at least two had already vanished.

Clearly they had been drained away by that damned Evil Buddha through the Way of Replenishment.

That damned Evil Buddha was actually practicing the same Way of Replenishment as Monk Huanxi!!!

Only that fellow Monk Huanxi always harvested from women.

How is it that this damned Evil Buddha replenished himself from…

Thinking of this, General Chilaowen was seized by a chill of disgust.

He immediately felt that not only had his rear blossomed open, but he had also lost all face to see anyone ever again.

Here, General Chilaowen, his chastity lost, bemoaned himself.

Over there, Mo Shenggu, already ablaze from head to toe, had charged up onto the high platform.

The withered-corpse-like Ren Guang Evil Buddha now stood up and engaged Mo Shenggu in a fierce fight.

Mo Shenggu's moves were not necessarily all that brilliant, but the flames covering his body left the withered corpse unable to lay a hand on him.

After no more than a dozen exchanges, the withered corpse had already fallen at a disadvantage.

"You bastard are so underhanded — if you've got any guts, put out your fire and fight this Venerable One fair and square."

The withered corpse was furious, constantly trying to needle Mo Shenggu with words.

But Mo Shenggu was hardly some greenhorn fresh out of the cradle — how could he be riled by a few words?

Paying no heed to the withered corpse's talk, he simply kept up his fists and kicks.

After a few more exchanges, the withered corpse's left elbow was struck, and a ball of fierce flame clung to it.

The withered corpse was quite decisive — it immediately retreated two steps and, with its other hand, sliced the left arm clean off at the shoulder.

Then, after dodging two more strikes in quick succession, a flash of earthen-yellow light glimmered.

The withered corpse's left arm was restored to its original state once more.

"I XXX…"

Seeing that earthen-yellow flash of light, General Chilaowen immediately let loose a string of national curses.

The power of that flash was precisely the Yellow Calamity that General Chilaowen cared about most.

Who would have thought that merely bowing to a Buddha and asking for directions would cost him not only his chastity, but even a portion of the Yellow Calamity's power.

That withered corpse is truly detestable!

After his national curses, General Chilaowen, shamed and enraged, wanted to rush forward and teach the withered corpse a lesson.

But just as he was about to move, he felt his buttocks violently tear.

Where would he find the strength to fight the withered corpse?

By now the withered corpse had also realized that continuing to fight Mo Shenggu would gain it no advantage whatsoever.

It immediately let out a strange shriek and said,

"Fine, you Mo Shenggu — this Venerable One shall spare your worthless life today.

When this Venerable One's divine art is complete, I shall come back for your dog's head."

After dropping that harsh line, the withered corpse's form flickered repeatedly as it sped toward the dome of the heavens.

Mo Shenggu would never allow it to escape, and so he tried to use Wu Dang's Cloud-Leaping Step to give chase.

When other Wu Dang disciples perform the Cloud-Leaping Step, they look every bit the immortal, as if celestial beings themselves.

When Mo Shenggu performed the Cloud-Leaping Step now, however, each step he took sent a ball of fierce flame bursting from beneath his foot.

Such a sight looked utterly astonishing.

But although Mo Shenggu's Cloud-Leaping Step was marvelous, it still could not match the withered corpse's speed.

By the time Mo Shenggu had taken a few steps, the withered corpse had already shot through the breach above the Buddhist hall and vanished without a trace.

Mo Shenggu could only watch helplessly as the withered corpse disappeared into the horizon.

"Damnable! Evil not fully eradicated — if my senior brothers hear of this, they'll surely laugh at me."

Seeing no trace of the withered corpse, Mo Shenggu could only disperse the flames around his body, stand at the breach, and mutter softly to himself.

"……"

General Chilaowen heard his words and couldn't help feeling a bit speechless.

This time, through his own carelessness, he had fallen victim to the Corpse-Evil Buddha's tricks.

The result could only be called devastating losses.

But Mo Shenggu's strength was clearly far below his own—why then could the man face the Corpse-Evil Buddha without fear?

Just at that moment, Mo Shenggu lost track of the Corpse-Evil Buddha and simply dropped back down beside General Chilaowen.

Seeing General Chilaowen grimacing in pain, clutching his backside, he couldn't quite hold back a laugh.

When he noticed General Chilaowen's face turning a shade of green, he promptly suppressed his smile, pulled two porcelain vials from his breast—one red, one white—and handed them over.

"Old Mr., the white one is the White Tiger Life-Snatching Pill, the red one is the Three-Yellow Treasure Wax Pill.

The white one is taken internally, the red one is applied externally.

Within three days, your injuries should mostly recover.

It's just that…"

At this point, Mo Shenggu paused.

"Just what?"

Hearing that Mo Shenggu still hadn't recognized his identity, General Chilaowen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Originally, when he had come, he hadn't taken the Wu Dangqixia seriously at all.

Unless all seven of them joined forces to deploy the True Warrior Seven-Section Formation, they would absolutely be no match for him, General Chilaowen.

But this time, General Chilaowen had been saved by Mo Shenggu, and had also seen Mo Shenggu drive off the Corpse-Evil Buddha in majestic style.

In his heart, he now held Mo Shenggu in some awe, and didn't dare let Mo Shenggu see through his true identity.

Hearing Mo Shenggu's words, he too couldn't help asking.

"It's just that this Corpse-like heretical fiend's methods are indeed extraordinary.

Through the Dao of Plunder, he drained a great deal of true yuan cultivation from you, Old Mr.

These losses, apart from your own bitter cultivation, cannot be made up by these two vials of pills of mine."

When Mo Shenggu spoke the four characters 'Dao of Plunder,' he cast a glance—deliberate or otherwise—at General Chilaowen's backside.

General Chilaowen now felt not only as if his backside had split open, but his face burning hot as well.

Fortunately!

Fortunately Mo Shenggu hadn't recognized his true identity.

Otherwise, just this one thing, if it got back to the Nine Provinces, he would have no face left to meet anyone.

A堂堂 great Yuan Thirteen-Wing, a great general of the Kesig Guard, being plundered here in You Dongying…