Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 213 Slaughter and Cleaning Up a Room

Fang Shu's voice echoed in the ancestral hall.

Upon hearing this, Tian Jinmao, his face contorted with rage, immediately sneered, "You've mistaken me for someone else? Brother Fang, I'm not some human immortal, I'm a demon!"

It spat out, "If that old bastard really wanted to help me and truly valued me, why would he have stood by and watched my family be destroyed and my family kicked out of the mountain by those guys from the temple!"

Tian Jinmao's voice was full of resentment.

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu couldn't help but chuckle.

He looked at the other person with a smile and said, "Fortune and misfortune are unpredictable. How do you know that being kicked down the mountain might not be a way out?"

Tian Jinmao's expression stiffened slightly, and he quickly thought of the matter of Wuzhan Temple being closed off.

But then it thought of the years it had spent alone and miserable in those floating mountains.

He then sneered, "What good are such nice words? Brother Fang, you'd better quickly seal your true energy and join the guild with me."

Before the words had even finished, Tian Jinmao's face turned fierce. He immediately took off his long coat, and his rat hairs stood up like steel needles. His aura changed abruptly, and his body swelled up.

With a shout, the beast's voice was rough and its aura was like a stone mill rolling on the ground, causing the stone bricks to crack.

His cultivation level as a sixth-level Qi Refining Immortal was clearly revealed.

The fat man with wide hair standing next to him was smiling and saying, "Fellow Daoist Tian, ​​you'd better be careful not to demolish this ancestral hall, otherwise I will have to add another mark on your record and reduce your merits."

"Understood." Tian Jinmao said in a low voice, "Just keep an eye on the formation outside, don't let my brother escape, and don't attract the patrolling monsters from the market."

While the others were talking, Fang Shu stood at the threshold, showing no impatience whatsoever.

Instead, he carefully examined the formation behind him and nodded in satisfaction.

Fang Shu had already seen it when he entered the ancestral hall.

The formation here is not very useful; it can only isolate the inside from the outside. Without interference from others, even a cultivator specializing in refining essence can break through it with their own qi and blood.

After all, this place is an ancestral hall, not the outer wall of a house. The array set up here is mainly to prevent the ancestors in the ancestral hall from being disturbed.

It was precisely because of this that Fang Shu was able to easily step into the ancestral hall.

In addition, the batch of Gu worms he released earlier have now attached themselves to the four sides of the ancestral hall, ready to bite through the formation at any time according to his instructions, making it easier for him to break through the formation.

But Fang Shu did not do that. He raised his head and suddenly thanked Tian Jinmao and the others:

"Thank you all for preserving this formation. This makes things much easier for me, as I don't need to worry about the outside world."

These words reached the ears of Tian Jinmao and the disciple of the Four Limbs Temple, causing them to pause slightly.

But immediately, Tian Jinmao let out a whoosh and spat out a mouthful of black light, which struck Fang Shu directly at his head:

"What's with all the whining and chattering!"

It assumed that Fang Shu was deliberately trying to confuse the situation with his words and was being cunning.

But the next moment.

A more profound spiritual light suddenly rose from Fang Shu's body, causing Tian Jinmao's expression to change.

With a flick of his wrist, Fang Shu summoned the Hundred Gu Banner from behind his head, and the Gu worms on the banner flew up, half of them wrapping around Fang Shu's body, while the other half scattered towards the entire ancestral hall.

"Noisy?"

Fang Shu held the banner, his smile vanished, and he fell silent. His powerful true energy immediately surged into the banner, and spiritual light shone brightly from it.

A sharp, oppressive aura appeared in the ancestral hall, causing Tian Jinmao's face to turn pale with fear.

It exclaimed in disbelief, "This is... a Foundation Establishment artifact?"

Fear, dread, and jealousy immediately appeared on its face.

The Four Limbs Temple disciple behind it, who had originally only intended to watch the show, suddenly trembled with fat on his face, and then his face lit up with great joy and greed.

"What Foundation Establishment artifact? This is a quasi-Foundation Establishment artifact!" Dai Kuan said very quickly. "Well, Tian, ​​your brother's wealth is truly considerable."

Brothers, let's attack together and take him down, no matter what!"

No longer standing idly by, the man shook his fat body and nimbly flew towards Fang Shu.

His aura was also evident. Although he was not a sixth-level Qi Refining Immortal, his true qi was abundant, and black smoke billowed with every move he made, clearly indicating that he was a fifth-level Qi Condensation Immortal who had reached the peak of Qi Condensation.

In addition, Dai Kuan was holding a handkerchief in his hand, on which a yellow lotus flower was embroidered.

He brought out the handkerchief, and the magical artifact grew larger and larger, quickly covering half of the ancestral hall's roof, and then pressed down on Fang Shu and Tian Jinmao.

Judging from his actions, he didn't care about Tian Jinmao's safety at all.

Not only did this person act in time, but the group of Four Limbs Temple disciples who were blocking Fang Shu's back also acted in unison. Their magical power varied, and their auras became solid, making them look like bronze figures. They stood stiffly behind Fang Shu, forming a formation to prevent him from escaping.

Faced with the combined attack of this group, Fang Shu's expression remained unchanged, and he did not even think of fleeing.

With a swift movement, he dodged the qi attack from Tian Jinmao, and in a flash, he broke free from the cover of the handkerchief artifact, appearing directly behind Dai Kuan.

Dai Kuan and the others were stunned to see their view suddenly empty. They hadn't expected Fang Shu to be so skilled.

Fang Shu stood on the empty offering table, saying nothing, but continued to gently wave the banners.

A powerful pressure rose up from all around, like waves, and swept over everyone present.

This caused Tian Jinmao and the disciples of the Four Limbs Temple to freeze in shock, their internal energy suppressed.

But that was secondary. As they mustered their strength to break free from the suppression of the banners, the chirping of insects rose up from inside the ancestral hall once again.

Although these guys were very quick, Fang Shu had already begun preparing for a magical duel the moment he entered the ancestral hall.

Moreover, his Gu worms were not only lurking outside the ancestral hall's formation, but a group of them also lurked directly inside the ancestral hall as he moved around.

Therefore, in just two or three breaths, Fang Shu connected with the surroundings, arranged the Gu worms, and successfully set up the Gu formation.

At this moment.

Both Tian Jinmao and Dai Kuan, these two immortals, showed great fear and apprehension on their faces.

Under their divine senses, the surroundings were filled with boundless killing intent, as if they were facing the might of a Foundation Establishment Immortal.

"Not good! This fellow's methods are quite clever; he has actually managed to bewitch us."

Dai Kuan's expression changed drastically. He immediately bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes cleared, and in a few moments, he turned and left, no longer paying attention to the offering table.

He shouted at the Four Limbs Temple disciples at the entrance, who stood like bronze statues: "Break the formation quickly and get out of here!"

This person wasn't bluffing; he was trying to escape as soon as he saw the situation was turning against him.

But the immortals he faced today were not ordinary immortals, but immortals skilled in array formations. Fang Shu stood on the offering table, looking down at the people and demons inside the ancestral hall, and chuckled:

"Now that you are all inside my formation, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Tian Jinmao's expression changed drastically; it had never expected that Fang Shu would possess such abilities.

"A magic artifact for near-Foundation Establishment, so many Gu worms, and this formation..." It was filled with extreme jealousy and hatred.

In its memory, Fang Shu was just a mere novice cultivator when he was young, so how could he have become so accomplished in just over ten years?

But as soon as jealousy and hatred arose, they all transformed into fear in its heart.

Tian Jinmao also turned around and rushed out of the ancestral hall.

But then, a scream came from its mouth.

Suddenly, a centipede crawled up from the ground and bit its legs hard, causing numbness in its legs.

Tian Jinmao wanted to expel the Gu worms from his body, but he was currently trapped in Fang Shu's Three-Insect Gu Formation. He had no good magic artifacts to protect him, and he could not even cast spells. His movements were extremely difficult.

With no other choice, this fellow could only repeatedly open his mouth and exhale his inner energy, attempting to crush the Gu worms on his body with the fierce nature of his inner energy.

However, this was far from effective. It screamed and could not hold on for more than a few breaths before its entire body was covered by centipedes and yin-yang worms, and even its mouth and teeth were blocked, making a whimpering sound in its throat.

With a thud, Tian Jinmao collapsed to his knees, his breath fading.

The malevolent energy and protective energy within his body were out of control and were collected by the banner in Fang Shu's hand, suppressed within the banner pole, and quickly plundered.

After easily subduing Tian Jinmao, Fang Shu ignored him and continued to drive the Gu worms toward the Four Limbs Temple disciple who was trying to escape from the ancestral hall.

Buzz! The Yin-Yang Gu worms and the Poisonous Centipede once again leaked out like mercury.

"Watch out!" Dai Kuan and his men sensed a chill behind them.

They immediately took out talismans from their sleeves, released magical artifacts, and made angry glares or lion roars, causing the spiritual light in the scene to crackle and the energy to surge.

The ancestral hall where everyone was located was creaking under the weight of the building, as if it were about to fall apart at any moment.

The lotus-shaped handkerchief that had been there earlier had also been turned upside down and was now behind them, revealing the six restrictions on it. It was clearly a sixth-tribulation magic artifact, and a rare defensive one at that.

With such a magical artifact protecting it, unless Fang Shu personally steps forward with the banner pole to poke at it, it would indeed be difficult to break through this object quickly.

However, Fang Shu is a practitioner of Gu magic, so why should he bother to break this magical artifact?

He shook the banner in his hand again, and the Gu worms that were densely packed around him split into two groups, easily bypassing the handkerchief and pouncing on the disciples of the Four Limbs Temple from both sides.

Upon seeing this, Dai Kuan and the others who were attacking the formation had no choice but to quickly stop their actions.

"Lotus cloth, protect your whole body!" Dai Kuan shouted hurriedly.

Susu!

The large handkerchief, like a pot lid, was suddenly placed over the group of people, protecting them and successfully isolating them from the Gu worms.

Fang Shu looked at him, but his face still showed no sadness. Instead, he chuckled even more.

Although these guys relied on magical artifacts to isolate the Gu worms, they also sealed themselves inside the cloth, making it impossible for them to escape the formation.

Such actions, when faced with the Array Dao Immortals, were tantamount to courting death.

However, Fang Shu did not want to delay any longer.

It should be noted that this place is ultimately someone else's territory, and Dai Kuan and his men may have the means to contact the outside world and have their helpers surround this place.

Fang Shu suddenly pointed to the ground, and the poisonous sand centipede immediately dug a hole under the ancestral hall and burrowed into the handkerchief from the ground.

Soon, a scream rang out as the centipede successfully burrowed into the handkerchief and began to bite the disciples of the Four-Limbed Temple.

A series of painful cries rang out, and then, with a thud, figures were flung out of the handkerchief.

"Senior brother, save me!" some disciples cried out.

Suddenly, Dai Kuan pulled the handkerchief away, no longer caring about his subordinates around him. He chose to drape the handkerchief over his own body, turning it into a cloak to protect only himself.

In this way, even if centipedes or other insects approached him, they would be blocked by the spiritual light of his handkerchief and cloak, and would not be able to bite him.

Even so, this guy was still inside Fang Shu's Gu formation and had no power to fight back.

"What incredibly powerful magical artifacts and techniques!" The man trembled with fear.

As his expression shifted, Dai Kuan steadied himself and immediately shouted, "Fellow Daoist, I am the resident deacon of the Four Limbs Temple! Do not kill me! Even if you are an inner disciple of the Five Organs Temple, you will not fare well if you kill me!"

Furthermore, the temple's chief deacon is also in Mount Fudang. He is a cultivator at the Sixth Tribulation Perfection stage, a half-step Foundation Establishment immortal being. You only have a Foundation Establishment-level magic weapon; how can you possibly defeat him?!

Moreover, your stomachs are currently closed off from the mountains…

A rapid-fire string of words came from Dai Kuan's mouth.

But Fang Shu's expression remained unchanged; instead, he chuckled softly.
"Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist."

Dai Kuan was overjoyed, thinking that his words had made Fang Shu wary.

So this guy started trying to bribe him again:
"Fellow Daoist, with your magical abilities, we are willing to treat you with the utmost respect. At that time, all the immortals in our sect will be your help on your path to Foundation Establishment. If you find it too slow, our sect has accumulated considerable wealth over the years and will also apologize."

But the next moment.

Fang Shu paused, then continued speaking:
"In that case, we have no choice but to let you all die today, and leave no survivors."

In an instant, Dai Kuan and the other disciples of the Four Limbs Temple froze, their expressions changing drastically.

Buzz!
Inside the ancestral hall, countless Gu worms rose up again, mercilessly attacking their bodies.

One by one, poisonous sand centipedes and yin-yang worms burrowed into the flesh of the disciples of the Four Limbs Temple, wriggling and causing their blood and qi to dissipate, their bodies to convulse, making them look extremely miserable.

Desperate screams rang out one after another.

And people were being slapped repeatedly and fell to the ground.

Even Dai Kuan, who relied on his magical handkerchief, could only hold out for less than ten breaths.

Once there were no other disciples standing around him, Fang Shu, holding a banner pole, personally stepped forward and struck him on the head with the pole.

Crack! The protective aura around him shattered, and without uttering a sound, he bled from all seven orifices and collapsed to the ground, dead.

This is the end.

In less than a hundred breaths, the entire ancestral hall was filled with dead and injured. Of the people who were just chatting and laughing, only Fang Shu remained standing still.

(End of this chapter)