Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 167 The God is Unprincipled and Deserves to Be Punished! (Early Update)

Three Immortals Pavilion
The old beggar's expression became more solemn, and then he slowly rose from the square table.

Although the two gods' unusual actions were forcibly suppressed by the ancestral god, they also exposed their weaknesses.

"Now is the time to make our move!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Gou'er gritted his teeth and stood up as well.

Just now, the ancestral god moved to a higher position, removed the rot, and was reborn. Now the other party doesn't smell so bad anymore!

Moreover, the scene of the god in the belly devouring flesh and blood made him drool, and Chen Gou'er's eyes turned red from the stimulation.

"Wait a minute! I've made up my mind, it shouldn't be that complicated!"

Li Wushou's voice rang out at the right moment in the Three Immortals Pavilion. Chen Gou'er was puzzled, but he still immediately put his fangs back.

The old beggar's eyes darted around, and he seemed to suddenly remember something. He was somewhat surprised, but he still nodded.

But in his heart, he kept muttering, "Oh no! Oh no! Not only have they grown a brain, they've also grown a cunning mind!"

Li Wushou didn't understand what the old beggar was thinking, but at this moment his attention was mostly focused on the Grand Priest.

The Minister of Justice, Wu Xing, also focused his attention on the High Priest!

After the High Priest finished speaking, a strong sense of unease flashed through the mind of the Minister of Military Affairs.

Faced with this sudden and shocking change, his thoughts were in complete disarray, and he didn't even know how to face the High Priest!

But he had a feeling that after today, no matter what the outcome, the Luotou clan would undergo earth-shattering changes.

I just don't know if this change is good or bad.
But the ancestral god, the Glass Tree, in the sky, did not consider these things.

The High Priest's words were undoubtedly another provocation against his authority!

"Those who rebel and blaspheme shall die!"

The divine sound resonated, the branches and leaves rustled, and the incense smoke that filled the sky was drawn into the glass tree.

The entire glass tree, illuminated by the surrounding blood-red heads, emitted rays of golden light. One of these rays shot out from the sky and landed in the ancestral hall of the Luotou clan.

Li Wushou's expression hardened, and he took a step back. The ancestral hall of the Luotou clan resounded, and a burly man holding a knife and supporting his head suddenly walked out!
"Snap! Clang!"

The tall, strong figure smashed the ancestral hall's gate, shattering it and even collapsing half of the wide door frame!

This was a burly man nearly sixteen feet tall. His movements were stiff yet swift, and he reached the altar of the High Priest in just a few steps.

The burly man remained silent, supporting the head with one hand while raising the long knife in his other hand high and slashing it towards the altar.

The knife was extremely long and wide, like a door panel, much larger than the entire body of the High Priest.

Such a single strike would be enough to smash the High Priest's head and body together into a bloody pulp!
But the high priest remained calm and unhurried, not even glancing at the burly man beside him who was slashing at the altar.

With its head slightly raised, it looked disdainfully at the enraged Ancestral God Crystal Tree in the sky, and retorted in a chilling tone:
"You're the one who deserves to die! You should have died long ago!"

The voice was old and soft, but the killing intent within it was overwhelming.

At the feet of the burly man wielding a knife on one side of the altar, the ground shattered with a resounding crash, like a pebble being thrown into a calm lake.

The burly man swayed, and the trajectory of his long sword, which was as thick as a door panel, changed, slashing along the edge of the High Priest's body.

Although the strike missed, the violent force still took a piece of flesh from the High Priest's body.

However, the High Priest's flesh and blood had long since decayed, rotting like mud.

The High Priest was completely unconcerned about this!
The burly man steadied himself, raised his knife and slashed again, intending to smash the altar to pieces with this strike!
"Hmph~!"

With a cold snort, the High Priest suddenly sprouted fleshy roots from the shattered ground.

These fleshy roots are very similar to the roots that the Ancestral God used to capture Luo Fan's body, except that these fleshy roots are now covered with barbs that look like claws.

The moment these fleshy roots sprouted, they clung tightly to the burly man wielding the knife, like vines, their sharp barbs piercing deep into his body!
The burly man struggled desperately, trying to wield his long knife to sever these fleshy roots, but they grew too fast and bound him tightly in the blink of an eye.

Then the flesh and blood roots began to wriggle rapidly, and the barbs that had pierced the strong man's body began to suck in quickly.

A large amount of golden light was refined and then absorbed into the roots and buds. The barbs reflected the golden light, and with a sudden force, the strong man was instantly turned into powder, which was scattered everywhere!
This burly man was none other than the clay statue of a deity enshrined in the ancestral hall!

After the flesh and blood roots had drained the statue, they quickly coiled together in a spiral around the altar, like a giant python covered in sharp spikes, standing proudly beside the altar.

The then-aggregated flesh and blood roots bowed slightly, aligning their tops with the head of the high priest.

The high priest's head slowly grew larger, like a millstone!
From a distance, the high priest looked like a malevolent being with a human head and a snake's body!

Wu Xing Situ stared in disbelief at the scene. Everything happened so fast. From the moment the ancestral god statue stepped out of the ancestral temple and swung his sword, to the moment the blood, flesh, and roots crushed the statue and the Grand Priest was transformed into his current state, it was only a matter of five breaths.

I thought this scene would enrage the ancestral god completely!
However, Wu Xing Situ sensed a hint of shock and fear in the ancestral god's emotions.

The divine sound hummed, and the ancestral god, puzzled, asked:

"Losang, why are you still able to use the power of the Foot God?"

The two gods who had worshipped Losang for over a decade were already decayed and rotten. He had just refined their essence, which had been completely absorbed by the two ancestral gods. Losang's own body had also decayed along with them! So how did he manage to control the power of this god beneath his feet?

The ancestral god was perplexed, and a vague sense of foreboding crept into his heart.

Losang was someone he had watched grow up; he was exceptionally intelligent and resilient from a young age! If it weren't for his outrageous words today, the Ancestral God would have been prepared to give him the utmost respect.

He had thought that what he said earlier was just the confusion of a dying man, but now he felt a chill!

Losang was no fool; since the other party had chosen to tear off the mask of civility at this moment!
Then he must have some kind of confidence that he doesn't know about!
Thinking this, the ancestral god became even more uneasy!
After the questioning was completed, before Losang could answer, the entire glass tree trembled violently, its branches and leaves rustling and emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

The crimson heads surrounding Luo Fan's gigantic body began to tremble.

These flying skulls of the Fallen Head Clan all had pained expressions on their faces, and beneath their skin, blood-red fireflies surged up and rushed towards their brows!

However, due to the excessive force of the charge and the extremely volatile state of the blood-red fireflies, they exploded under the skin of the flying skull before even reaching the center of the forehead.

The blood-red firefly that then exploded spontaneously combusted, just like the one that lit the blood incense.

The crimson halo surrounding Luo Fan, formed by the flying skull in the sky, suddenly extinguished, followed by a burst of brilliant flames.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Like dazzling fireworks, Gongxiang's blood-red heads exploded all at once, igniting a large cloud of incense smoke.

Li Wushou's gaze was drawn to the sudden change in the sky, and he took the time to count the sounds: ninety-nine!

This also means that ninety-nine flying skulls exploded!

The ancestral crystal tree stretched out its branches and leaves, absorbing the incense offerings into its body.

Wu Xing Situ was somewhat desperate. The clans on the platform had been completely devoured, and even the clansmen who cultivated incense on the mountain back had suffered heavy casualties. Was the fate of the Luotou clan about to end?

Moreover, since the ancestral god is squandering incense offerings so recklessly, even if he is safe and sound this time, he will probably have to select a new vessel in less than a hundred years.
The Minister of Justice was heartbroken, but the High Priest laughed wildly with his mouth wide open.

"Hahaha, Wu Xing, do you see this? This is the ancestral god that my Luotou clan has worshipped all my life!"

This time, Li Wushou did not interrupt the Grand Priest. He asked himself honestly, if he were in the same situation, he would also be killed by this ancestral god if he stayed up all night!
However, the way the high priest chose to do so was somewhat difficult for him to comment on!

Faced with the High Priest's wild and unrestrained words, the Ancestral God remained silent. After swallowing the incense offerings that filled the sky, he began to cultivate more roots, which were distributed throughout Luo Fan's gigantic body.

At this moment, the roots of the Ancestral God spread throughout Luo Fan's body like newly formed veins.

Then, the ancestral god stirred his mind and conjured a root cage in the area between his abdomen and feet, imprisoning the god at his feet and the god in his abdomen within it. Immediately afterwards, the roots broke through the self-defense of the gods at his feet and in his abdomen, fiercely piercing into their bodies.

At this moment, the Ancestral God returned to his peak, once again firmly controlling the two ancestral gods.

“Sizzle~!”

As Luo Fan's body grew larger, the flesh in his abdomen suddenly tore apart, and a huge human face burst out from it. Behind the face, a large number of roots were stuck in it.

The god within the human-faced body remained calm and composed, showing no signs of madness at this moment.

It looks as if it didn't come up with its own idea, but rather as if it was pushed out by the roots behind it.

The roots spread to the face, opening up the gaping mouth of the human face as it swooped down from the sky in a furious manner.

"The spirit was born of the ancestor, and should return to the ancestor! Losang, eat me! Only then can our race continue!"

The high priest's face was gloomy, and the fleshy roots beneath him stretched out sharp claws, exuding a cold killing intent!
"My ancestor, the Fallen Head Clan, ascended to immortality in one step by flying his head and severing his thoughts! His physical body fell and transformed into a mountain, providing sustenance for our clan to multiply and thrive!"
Our clan was born in the mountains, and also perished in the mountains. Flying skulls were a divine power of our clan. You are nothing but a rat who stole the legacy of our ancestors. How dare you call yourself our ancestor?
Otherwise, why would the two ancestral gods still look down on you after more than 290 generations of high priests?

Others may not know this, but I saw it when I refined the seeds of the two ancestral gods. The reason you keep changing your vessel is simply because the two ancestral gods are unwilling to be enslaved by a wretch like you, and therefore want to perish together with you, isn't that right?"

"What?!!!"

The Martial Justice Minister's expression changed drastically! The High Priest's words were beyond his comprehension, and he subconsciously looked towards the Ancestral God.

The roots on Luo Fan's stomach propelled the human-faced deity within him, bringing him before the High Priest. A resounding divine voice echoed:
“Losang, you are indeed intelligent! But are you the only intelligent person among the more than 290 generations of high priests?”

Extermination or submission—it's a choice!

The more people you announce this to, the more members of the Luotou clan will die! If the entire Luotou clan knows, then I will kill all the rebels!
There will always be people who will grovel at my feet and worship me as their ancestor once again!
If I go through several more generations, I will be able to completely devour the two gods, and then I will be the reincarnation of the Luotou clan!

"Today's massacre is all because of you, Losang! You are the true culprit of the Luotou clan! Die!"

The divine voice was vast and chilling. The moment it finished speaking, the roots propelled the god within the human face to bite towards the High Priest's head.

But just as the god in the belly was about to swallow the high priest, a brilliant red light suddenly burst forth from the god's forehead.

Then, like a maggot clinging to a bone, the red light spread back along the roots to Luo Fan's gigantic body.

The High Priest raised his head slightly. At this moment, Luo Fan's body was crimson, covered with dense, bloody light, like eerie inscriptions, locking the roots of the Ancestral God Glazed Tree into his body.

"what is this?"

The glass tree was terrified and struggled violently!

The high priest, his eyes filled with murderous intent, coldly shouted:
"My choice has always been: God is wicked and should be punished!"

(End of this chapter)