Chapter 87 Frozen (thanks to Tang Jiuhong for the monthly pass)
Although Muying Shen was created by the Ancient God Religion, he does not have much loyalty to the Ancient God Religion.
Gods like him created by the power of pollution are basically selfish in character, and it is absolutely impossible to sacrifice themselves for others. Therefore, faced with the threat of death, Muyingshen decisively chose to apostatize.
Looking at the overwhelming shadow monsters, Chai Jiangcui thought about his newly acquired magical power.
Snowflakes are flying in the vision of the sea of consciousness, the eternal throne suppresses the golden bridge of the glacier, and a little ice crystal appears on the fingertips.
"Take my move, and then we can talk. If you can't take it, let's stop talking about it."
After saying this, Chai Jiangcui stopped talking and lightly moved his hand forward, and the blue light on his fingertips spread instantly.
Cold, extremely cold!
Mu Shadow God's expression changed wildly. Since his birth, his divine body has been invulnerable to water and fire. No matter whether it is severe cold or scorching heat, it is just a description of the weather to him, and he will not feel anything at all.
But today, for the first time, he felt what cold was. This coldness penetrated the material and reached straight to the soul. Even with his mysterious body, it was difficult to compete with it.
Wherever the blue light spreads, all the shadow monsters were frozen. The shadow giant transformed by the Shadow God wanted to escape, but found that his legs and feet could no longer move.
The ice traveled all the way up his lower limbs, and Mu Shadow God could only lower his head and watch his body being frozen bit by bit. He wanted to use the pollution power to stop it, but as soon as the power came close, he was frozen and became part of the ice sculpture.
The light blue ice moved upwards like maggots attached to bones, and soon completely froze the shadow giant. Even the divine fire burning above the head of the Shadow God could not escape its fate, and the flames still maintained the same burning appearance.
The vast hall was filled with ice sculptures. Fortunately, Jiujiu and the others were enveloped by Chai Jiangcui's spiritual consciousness, so they did not become the target of the ice. But despite this, they also felt a deep chill.
Frost is forming on the tips of your hair, and all things are extinguished. Just raising your hand can change the world.
The ghost energy chain was suspended in mid-air, and a stiff smile appeared on Liu Sanniang's lips. Mu Shadow God created such a huge formation, and was easily solved by the master. Doesn't that make him look useless?
Thinking of this, Liu Sanniang immediately knelt down and shouted loudly:
"The master's power is unparalleled and his teachings are immeasurable!"
"..."
Chai Jiangcui glanced at Liu Sanniang, who had a flattering look on her face, and ignored her compliments. She drew back her water-moon sword and tapped it lightly on the ground.
Click——
A series of shattering sounds sounded, and countless cracks spread rapidly along the point where the sword tip touched. The tall giant transformed by the Shadow God collapsed, and the god's body dissipated into dust.
Most of the ownerless pollution power that filled the air was absorbed by the cards, and the remaining small amount was gradually washed away by the spiritual energy.
Shepherd Shadow God, fallen!
After the death of the god, the shadow monster that appeared with the divine power also disappeared without a trace. In the huge hall, only a frozen divine fire and a slightly damaged soul-catching bell remained.
Chai Jiangcui raised her hand and the frozen divine fire slowly fell into her palm.
The white ice purified everything, and the divine fire in front of him no longer contained a trace of polluting divine power, but was simply composed of the rules of the shadow divine way.
Generally, if ghosts get this sacred fire, they can transform into gods, break away from their shadow bodies and face the sunlight directly, become gods, and build temples to be worshiped by the world. This is a rare treasure.
Liu Sanniang raised her head and glanced at the divine fire with extremely eager eyes. If she hadn't known about her master's strength, she would have tried to rob it by force.
Who wants to be a ghost if he can become a god?
It’s just that no matter how good something is, it is still a divine thing.
The light blue ice melted, Chai Jiangcui tapped his index finger, and the sacred fire gradually extinguished, dispersing all the Shinto rules above.
"Master...Master...you, you..."
Seeing the scene of the divine fire extinguishing, Liu Sanniang, who was lying on the ground, was stunned for a moment, and then felt extremely heartbroken.
This move is simply a waste of natural resources. No, no, this is simply destroying the treasure. Dissipating it directly will not gain any benefit at all.
"What, do you have any opinion?"
Chai Jiangcui's voice was very plain, but to Liu Sanniang's ears it sounded extremely majestic.
The divine fire left by Muyingshen can indeed enhance Liu Sanniang's strength, but she is too careful and has not made any achievements, so Chai Jiangcui does not intend to reward her with this thing.
A ghost servant must have the consciousness of a ghost servant and not let his mind wander all day long.
Feeling the rules of Shinto overflowing, Liu Sanniang moved her lips slightly, wanting to ask for the treasure, but seeing Chai Jiangcui's cold eyes, she finally closed her mouth with all her heart and lowered her head again.
"No, no objection."
After a few breaths, the divine fire was completely extinguished, everything returned to heaven and earth, and the Shadow God was completely erased.
After patting the dust in his hands that was not there, Chai Jiangcui waved his hand and put Liu Sanniang, who was kneeling on the ground, back into the porcelain vase.
"Let's go. The branch of the Ancient God Cult in Dongshi Town has been removed. It's time for us to leave."
Hearing this, everyone who had been watching the shocking drama for a long time suddenly woke up as if from a dream, picked up the broken soul-catching bell on the ground, and quickly followed.
"Oh, let's go then..."
Walking on the dim stone stairs full of reliefs again, no one dared to speak. Even Jiu Jiu, who was most familiar with Chai Jiangcui, looked at her with a hint of awe.
Kill the evil god with a wave of your hand, calm down the Qi with a word. Even if you are in the family, you and others should respectfully address you as "ancestor".
In the end, there are only a few people who can still maintain a normal mind in front of strong people.
At the same time, in a dense forest outside Dongshi Town, an old man with a little blood on his beard and hair was running quickly.
The old man's expression was very frightened, and he looked back from time to time during his escape, as if something terrifying was chasing him behind him.
The surrounding trees are getting denser and denser. There are no forest paths under the old man's feet, and the weeds are barren. This place is already deep in the dense forest.
Muffled thunder exploded in the midnight sky, the thunder sounded joyful and sad at the same time, and heavy rain fell from the sky.
As mud and water splashed and lightning flashed, the protruding branches of a nearby big tree suddenly broke. The fracture was like a smooth grinding surface without any bulge.
The running old man suddenly stopped, and hot blood spurted out from his throat. Diluted by the rain, it instantly dyed a large area of land red.
Plop——
The old man in blood-clothed clothes lost his footing and fell directly into the woods.
He hurriedly covered his throat, trying to stop the flow of blood. However, under the continuous tearing of the remaining sword energy, no matter whether he controlled the muscle compression or the spiritual power blockade, it was all useless.
Raindrops fell on the old man in blood, and the endless cold began to invade his consciousness. A flash of lightning illuminated the dark night sky.
Taking advantage of this brief light, the old man in blood-clothed clothes noticed the Shuiyue Sword suspended in mid-air.
"Ho~ho~ Master Jiedan...I...can't escape this disaster after all!"
The eyes gradually darkened, and the old man in blood-clothed clothes in the puddle showed a trace of unwillingness on his face. He slowly stopped struggling, and all the breath on his body dissipated.
After waiting for a moment, Shuiyue Sword picked up the storage bag on the waist of the old man in blood and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.