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"Faster, faster!"

The old man Qingye was filled with murderous intent, but due to his own condition, he managed to suppress the urge to turn around and attack.

"Once I've recovered a bit..."

Although Meng Li is very strong, he has mastered three Silver Page martial arts techniques, and Elder Qingye does not think he will be his opponent.

But his opponent's lack of martial ethics and sneak attack caused him to lose the initiative. If it were a fair fight, why would he be afraid of him?

Just as his thoughts were wandering.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of crisis coming from behind him.

Turning his head and glancing at the old man out of the corner of his eye, Qingye was instantly terrified.

Unbeknownst to Meng Li, the distance between them had suddenly closed to within three meters, and the other man's stick was just a hair's breadth away from striking her.

"Damn it, how could it be so fast!"

The old man Qingye was completely baffled.

He had sensed something was wrong before. Meng Li showed no signs of martial arts training, yet his strength and defense were ridiculously high.

And now, even his speed is this fast.

Old Man Qingye found it hard to believe how the other party had done it.

But regardless, the fact remains that the other party got closer.

As Meng Li launched another attack, several more fresh wounds soon appeared on the body of the old man Qingye.

However, Meng Li felt no surprise at all; on the contrary, she found it quite troublesome.

After all, when he was focused on rushing forward, the power of his attacks would be somewhat weaker. However, the old man Qingye had also practiced an external martial art, which meant that although he looked miserable, he managed to withstand several of Meng Li's attacks without affecting his escape speed.

The two sides remained deadlocked.

The chase lasted only a few minutes before the two sides arrived at Xiahe Village.

The wisps of smoke from the chimneys were already visible in front of us.

"Are you really going to fight me to the death?"

"So many innocent people are going to die because of you, aren't you afraid of going to hell after you die?"

"Oh."

Meng Li chuckled lightly, not only not slowing down, but even taking advantage of Qing Ye's speech to hit him again.

"Damn it, how exactly did he block out the senses?"

Meng Li's actions completely dispelled his doubts.

After all, in his memories of being human, even the most hard-hearted person would hesitate when faced with the death of their fellow human beings.

But Meng Li, he didn't even blink when faced with the death of his own kind. His cold-bloodedness made even a demon shudder.

Although he didn't know how Meng Li had concealed his perception of the Heavenly Book, Qing Ye didn't believe that the other party wasn't a Heavenly Book martial artist like him.

But it was precisely because of this that he felt he was probably doomed.

After all, he was no match for the opponent in terms of strength, physique, or speed, and he even lost the initiative. What was the point of fighting?

For the first time in a long time, a familiar feeling seemed to rise in his cold heart, a feeling of life and death that he had experienced when he first ventured into the martial world.

He didn't care about death, but even if he died, he would make Meng Li pay the price.

His gaze was cold and piercing; his thoughts were focused on the celestial book in his arms.

An invisible wave emanated from it.

It is some distance away from Xiahe Village.

Hidden among the cliffs is an ancient temple.

The temples stand in rows, each hall complementing the others, with golden tiles covering the clouds and precious banners piercing the sky.

The incense smoke curled upwards, seemingly becoming tangible.

An unknown chant arose from the void, yet its source remained elusive.

Unlike ordinary temples.

There were no Buddha statues in the temple in front of them, but instead, a god-like figure nearly ten meters tall was sitting in the place where the Buddha should have been.

He had a fleshy topknot on his head, and his hair was spiraling like jade.

He was dressed in a pale yellow robe, his face full of compassion. Although he was tall and resembled a deity, he exuded a sense of peace and tranquility.

Just sitting there, he seemed to be the center of heaven and earth, like a Bodhisattva descending to earth, a Buddha reborn.

And sitting beneath him were countless monks.

The tallest of them were over five meters high, while the shortest were no different from ordinary people. At this moment, they were chanting unknown scriptures along with the Buddha above their heads. Everything before their eyes was as if the legendary Great Thunder Temple had come to life.

But it was in this atmosphere of piety that...

Suddenly, an incongruous fluctuation came from the air.

For a moment, the chanting in the air paused.

But soon, as if nothing had happened, the faint chanting sounded again.

Meanwhile, one of the monks seated below had already disappeared without anyone noticing.

......

Holding Qingye's head, Meng Li felt a long-lost sense of burden on his body.

It must be said that he is indeed a very strong opponent.

The long-range technique of Qingye Jiuda, the close-range Luohan Golden Body, and the desperate use of the Burning Blood Demon Art.

If he hadn't seized the initiative and crippled Aoba, he definitely wouldn't have been able to win this battle with only minor injuries.

Even so, the price he paid was not small.

Xiahe Village has been completely reduced to ruins. Apart from those villagers who hid early when they sensed the danger, the rest have either turned into dried corpses or turned to ashes.

The dried corpse was created by Aoba, who directly drained the villagers' blood to slow down his own injuries.

The ashes were naturally caused by Meng Li.

Since the destruction of Xiahe Village was a foregone conclusion, he naturally did not show any mercy. On the contrary, considering the special nature of his own talent, he not only did not stop the old man Qingye, but even competed with him in the speed of killing.

The result was that most people were killed by him before they could be drained by Qingye, and the remaining ashes of Qingye could not be used, which greatly reduced the opponent's endurance.

Originally, the opponent was estimated to be able to hold out for several hours, but under Meng Li's scorched-earth tactics, even though he was full of resentment and fought desperately, he was still killed by Meng Li in just half an hour.

However, the other party's struggles were not without effect.

At the very least, he did give Meng Li a real blow in the end, aggravating his already minor injuries.

But he would never know that at the moment of his death, the harm he had caused Meng Li was already meaningless.

Physical fitness +56.

In an instant, his physical fitness level rose to 334.

He shouldn't have had this many, but what's rare is that his random number today was as high as 85. Coupled with Elder Qingye's strength, which can be described as invincible among silver-level martial artists, this is what gave him such a huge improvement.

During the process of improvement, the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although his exterior was still covered in blood, his internal organs had already healed to a near-complete state within just a few seconds.

He relaxed his body a bit. Although it was a bit difficult, he won in the end. In fact, thanks to Aoba's body, his stats increased dramatically.

He stuffed the three fragments of the celestial book into the warehouse.

Including the scattered fragments of the Heavenly Book he had acquired before, he now had exactly ten pages.