C3 Eastwood Temple Attacked

Why are they in trouble?

Why did they have to suffer such severe torture?

Why?

Why was that?

For a moment, Ying Zui's mind was in a mess. His internal organs were in a mess, and the five valleys in his abdomen seemed like they would pour out at any moment.

"It's them! It's really them! They're here!"

Old Man Hu pushed a chair into the room by himself. When he saw such a miserable scene, his face turned into a ball as he shouted in horror.

Them?

Ying Zui was instantly startled. He looked at Old Man Hu with eyes full of hatred and fury.

"Who is it?"

Ying Zui took off his coat, put away the head on the square table, and asked Old Man Hu.

"Donglin Temple, Great Yan's Imperial Temple. Only the Devil Subduing Pestle from the Martial Monk in Donglin Temple can cause such great damage."

Old Man Hu held the two wheels tightly with both of his hands. The wrinkles on his face deepened a little, and he said angrily to Ying Zui.

Ying Zui's expression was restrained. His eyes were like an abyss, and no one could tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Uncle Lin, Aunt Lian, don't worry. I will definitely take revenge for you!"

Ying Zui walked out of the door and looked at the crescent moon that was slowly rising into the clouds. His body was emitting an evil aura. He had transformed. At this moment, Ying Zibai from his previous life had awakened, and his name would definitely resound throughout the world.

Old Man Hu looked at Ying Zui's lonely back and felt ashamed in his heart. He was the one who had brought this disaster upon himself. He had never thought that Donglin Temple would find out that he was hiding in Wang Village in just a few years.

"Sigh, fate!" Old Man Hu could only sigh in the end.

"What do you think?" Ying Zui turned around and said with a faint smile.

Old Man Hu's hair stood on end when he saw that smile. That look, that smile, it was so strange and scary that it made one's hair stand on end.

Even someone like him who had experienced a great tribulation felt a chill in his heart. What kind of great secret was Ying Zui hiding?

"What are you going to do?" Old Man Hu was very calm. He had already put life and death aside.

Ying Zui pushed Old Man Hu to the next house. The Wang Village must have been slaughtered. What he needed to do now was to collect the corpses of the villagers.

"I have been looking at the bright moon in my heart, but the bright moon is shining on the ditches. Since I have no choice, I will let you know what Ying Zui is. Ying Zibai!"

Ying Zui was furious. In this life, he didn't want to fight for the throne, but he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't fight against fate.

Since he had yet to make a move in this life, he would make this world tremble under the power of another world.

Every time he entered a courtyard, the same blood and scene would appear. His body would turn into minced meat, and only his head would remain on the square table.

Ying Zui kept the heads back to the center of the village. There was a towering banyan tree that went straight into the clouds. It had witnessed the rise and establishment of Wang Village, as well as the destruction of Wang Village.

They came to the biggest stone house in the village. It was the village's longtime elder. Wang Wenzhong's home was also the old man who adopted Ying Zui fifteen years ago. Wang Wenzhong had never married anyone, and he had always regarded Ying Zui as his son.

Ying Zui furrowed his brows, and his expression became unusually gloomy.

The scene in the house was too shocking. The walls of the stone house were covered in cracks, and the tables, chairs, and cabinets were all shattered. There were even two Martial Monk wearing a purple orchid kasaya lying on the ground. They had died peacefully, and there were no wounds on their bodies. It was extremely strange.

"After a fierce battle, they should have escaped or been captured!" Old Man Hu frowned and said with uncertainty.

He was too familiar with Donglin Temple's style. It was like a violent storm. Wherever it passed, it would destroy everything. How could it give people the chance to escape?

"No!"

"Uncle Wang has escaped. Uncle Wang isn't as simple as you think. There is an unusual energy in his body that should be on par with yours. If your energy is the scorching sun in the sky, then his energy is the Netherworld Cold Moon!"

"I haven't seen anyone from the Donglin Temple in the village. I think all of them have gone after Uncle Wang!" Ying Zui said faintly.

"Oh?"

"A yin meridian warrior?!"

Old Man Hu asked in surprise. Wang Wenzhong had hidden himself too well. He had lived with Wang Wenzhong for seven years, but he did not notice anything wrong.

"But, how do you know that our strength is equal?" Old Man Hu asked curiously.

Ying Zui smiled without saying anything. He pushed Old Man Hu towards the great banyan tree in the center of the village. It wasn't that he was deliberately hiding it. It was that he didn't know where to begin, but his magical ability. The Blood Red Jade Tray that came from his soul, this was his most important secret. How could he reveal it to an outsider?

Beneath the great banyan tree, heads were strewn all over the ground. Horrifying expressions could be seen in their eyes and hearts.

Ying Zui found a shovel and dug a big hole in the ground. He smiled bitterly. The villagers who had greeted him in the morning were now going to be buried by him.

"Ai, I wonder how Uncle Wang is doing!" Ying Zui sighed.

Old Man Hu said in a deep voice, "Don't worry. The yin meridian cultivators are very mysterious. Their cultivation base isn't obvious, and their means are extraordinary. Furthermore, they have reached a certain realm. Once their bodies are destroyed, their souls can be seized and reborn."

Ying Zui nodded his head. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "What realm are you at? How are the strength of those people today?"

"There shouldn't be many people coming from Donglin Temple. I think it's a group of ten people with Martial Monk. If it was in the seventh or eighth level of the Dao Seed realm, Wang Wenzhong should be in the eighth level of the Dao Seed realm. Or perhaps the ninth stage. If it's at the consummate level, then there's no need to run anymore! " Old Man Hu thought for a while and said slowly.

En, Ying Zui nodded. He placed the villagers' heads into the large pit and covered up the void earth.

His pit was dug very deep. Wang Village was close to South-sky Mountain Range. Ying Zui was worried that unknown beasts would leave the mountain and dig out the broken bones according to the smell.

"Ai!"

"Everything has its own purpose. It is like a dream, like a bubble, like a dew, and also like a bolt of lightning. It should be like this. All of you can go with a peace of mind, regardless of whether it is the Donglin Temple or not. Fifteen years will pass in the blink of an eye. Even if I have to repay the debt of rice with my life, don't even mention my hundred families' food and the favor of raising them. " Ying Zui patted the last piece of void earth and murmured.

Looking at the great banyan tree in front of him, Ying Zui's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He threw away the shovel and raised his palm into the air, making it look like a blade.

"Boom!"

Ying Zui quickly waved his palm down, instantly cutting off a large piece of bark. It was three feet and three inches wide, and the wound on the banyan tree was very smooth.

Old Man Hu's pupils contracted when he saw this. His expression was one of shock, and he couldn't help but rub his eyes. This was the first time he had seen such a Ying Zui. This kind of technique was no less than the consummate level of the Dao Seed realm.

However, there wasn't any sign of spiritual qi overflowing from Ying Zui's body. This meant that Ying Zui had only relied on his physical body to achieve this step.

This made Old Man Hu very conflicted. He had seen experts who cultivated the physical body before. Each of their moves was bold and powerful, and they could easily split open a stone monument. How could they have such heaven defying control? The wound was even smoother than a knife or a sword.

Ying Zui moved. This once again surprised Old Man Hu, and in an instant, he became shocked.

Ying Zui put his two fingers together and formed a sword finger. He pointed at the wound of the banyan tree with great force, and it was as heavy as a mountain. In an instant, wood chips flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

Relatives or lingering sadness, others had already sung. Where did they die from? Their bodies were as heavy as a mountain...