117: Here we go again!

Qi Longhu didn't speak, carefully pondering how much of what Bai Jun said was credible.

This place was indeed Wuwu Mountain, and this was indeed True Immortal Sect.

But no one could be sure that the person in front of him was indeed a Disciple of True Immortal Sect; he seemed really unreliable.

"Quick, quick, tell me, what great calamity did Qiyang City suffer?"

Bai Jun's eyes were full of curiosity; no matter what Qiyang City encountered, he would definitely help.

Fighting with others was at least much better than inhaling stinky farts on Wuwu Mountain.

He was a Cultivator; the doomsday in the eyes of Mortals was just fleeting clouds in his eyes.

"Ghost Corpse Temple has set its sights on Qiyang City, wanting to blood sacrifice the entire a location within the Cult."

Qi Longhu's words were ambiguous; he hadn't fully trusted the young man in front of him yet.

Firstly, his actions were unreliable, and secondly, this young man seemed a bit too... young.

He definitely didn't look over fifteen years old; how capable could a fifteen-year-old child be?

"..." Qi Longhu suddenly fell silent when he thought of this.

His words seemed a bit off; didn't he know a sixteen-year-old who could easily beat him?

Moreover, when that kid fought him, he didn't even use his full strength; the whole time was just playful.

"Ghost Corpse Temple!?" Bai Jun's originally confident face turned bitter, and he couldn't help but gasp.

"Is it that Ghost Corpse Temple whose Temple Master is about to become a Corpse Demon?"

"Hiss... a bit troublesome."

Bai Jun rubbed his chin with one hand, and with the other, he kept tapping the table.

"What, Young Friend Bai Jun is also not an opponent of that Ghost Corpse Temple?"

Qi Longhu sighed in his heart, thinking it was as expected.

Not every young man was named Chen Heng, and not every sixteen-year-old had his combat power.

"It's not that I can't deal with them..." Bai Jun shook his head, then got up and walked out of the dilapidated room, not knowing where he went.

"Alas..." Qi Longhu sighed, it seemed he couldn't rely on this True Immortal Sect.

They moved four years ago, leaving only this little child here.

What big use could he be?

After a few minutes, seeing that Bai Jun still hadn't returned, Qi Longhu became even more certain that this child didn't want to get involved.

But it was understandable; that was Ghost Corpse Temple, an evil Cultivator sect rampant on the western border of Great Liang.

"It seems I can only find a way to defend it."

Shaking his head, Qi Longhu got up and prepared to leave.

But just as he got up, Bai Jun walked in, carrying a Gentleman's Sword.

"How did Layman Qi know I was back?"

"Come, come, I'll go with you to meet that Ghost Corpse Temple."

"Young Friend Bai Jun, didn't you say you weren't an opponent of that Ghost Corpse Temple...?"

Qi Longhu couldn't quite figure out the handsome, fair-skinned young man in front of him.

Shouldn't he be protecting himself at a time like this?

Why would he still accompany him back to Qiyang City to die?

"Heh, we Cultivators should act righteously and draw our swords to rectify injustice when we encounter it."

Saying that, Bai Jun performed a beautiful sword flourish.

"If I let those evil Cultivators harm the common people just because I'm not their match, then what good is my cultivation?"

"Good!" These words made Qi Longhu's blood boil.

Once upon a time, he too was such a dashing young man.

It was just that time had worn down his passion, leaving only a broken body.

"Qi Longhu thanks Young Friend Bai Jun here!"

Qi Longhu bowed deeply.

"No, no, Layman Qi doesn't need to perform such a grand 禮." Bai Jun quickly helped Qi Longhu up.

"Those words just now were merely grandiloquent; I'm helping you all with selfish motives too."

"Everyone has selfish motives; one without selfish motives is a Saint."

Qi Longhu was not surprised to hear this, and even felt that the young man was very frank.

"Please, Young Friend Bai Jun, quickly descend the mountain with me; there are not many days left until Ghost Corpse Temple arrives."

"I had the same intention."

Bai Jun nodded and was the first to walk out of the mountain gate... At the same time, in the underground cave.

Main Altar of the Wutong Cult a location within the Cult.

The dark underground cave finally welcomed light after a long time, but no one was happy.

A figure with six arms was rampaging wildly through the Wutong Cult a location within the Cult.

No one was his match; most were split in half by his blade.

"What on earth is going on!" Lu San's eyes were splitting with rage as he lay on the ground, repairing his body that had been severed in two.

"Yesterday an Unmelting Bone left, and today another monster came!"

"Who did we offend!?"

Elder One One's face was ashen; one of his arms had been cut off by the six-armed monster.

"Has that teleportation Formation not been erased yet?"

"Why would such a thing emerge from the teleportation Formation leading to the Netherworld Domain?"

This time, even the well-informed Elder One One couldn't identify who the six-armed monster was.

The monster was incredibly strong, impervious to blades and spears all over its body; his attacks were completely ineffective.

Six arms surrounded the monster's body, and no hidden moves worked.

"Elder One One! Summon My God!"

Barely reattaching his severed body, Lu San stared with bloodshot eyes at the figure that was running further and further away.

"No!" Elder One One immediately roared, his face, covered in corpse spots, filled with rage.

"The Cult's strength is weak now; we must not rashly summon My God!"

"Once it attracts the attention of Qianfa Tower, years of preparation will all go to waste!"

"Qianfa Tower has been gone for many years; how could they possibly find us!"

Lu San was so angry he became deranged, actually getting up and roaring at One One.

"Foolish." Elder One One's cold eyes fixed on Lu San, and with a casual wave, he plucked off his head.

Lu San's severed head did not die, but looked at Elder One One in front of him with some horror.

"Do you really think Qianfa Tower is gone?"

"Those lunatics have always been lurking in the dark, always searching for various Cults."

"Do you think Qianfa Tower doesn't know about our blood sacrifice rituals? They just want to follow the clues to find the Headquarters."

"Don't think that just because you can't see them now, Qianfa Tower is always in the shadows."

"Once they catch our tail, the outcome will definitely not be good!"

"Also, who gave you the courage to speak to me like that?"

"I..." Lu San had already lost his vocal cords, barely squeezing out a sound from his throat.

"I'll spare you this once; if there's a next time, you'll be my next sacrifice!"

Throwing Lu San's head, which was in his hand, to the ground, One One left with a gloomy expression.

"Ah!"

Just then, a scream came.

Elder One One immediately turned his head to look; a blood-colored giant Dragon passed through the a location within the Cult, tearing another large hole in the a location within the Cult.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Elder One One's hair stood on end with anger, but he was powerless against Chen Heng.

He could only watch him cause such destruction.