High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily

Chapter 284 - 64: The Ancestral God’s Descent, Mystic God Daoist Sect’s Destruction (Three-in-One)_4

High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily

Chapter 284 - 64: The Ancestral God’s Descent, Mystic God Daoist Sect’s Destruction (Three-in-One)_4

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Chapter 284: Chapter 64: The Ancestral God’s Descent, Mystic God Daoist Sect’s Destruction (Three-in-One)_4

Just relying on this alone doesn’t seem so surprising.

The key point is that the priest-like figure raised his hand and pointed at the Profound Profound Realm Cultivator behind the ten-thousand-foot firebird—or rather, one of the Daoist Monarchs from the Mystic God Daoist Sect.

And at the instant he pointed, the sky suddenly tore open!

Yes, it just split open out of nowhere.

Within it glimmered something like an endless starry sky, or like countless dense eyes.

The Profound Profound Realm Cultivator behind the firebird raised his head, seeming to glance at that rift.

It was just a glance.

Suddenly, a giant pale hand reached out from the rift, grabbing that Profound Profound Realm Cultivator and pulling him into the rift, disappearing without a trace!

The Profound Profound Realm Cultivator didn’t even have a chance to react.

Or perhaps he had already reacted, but to no avail...

In any case, in just an instant, this Daoist Monarch vanished along with the rift!

The cave was utterly silent.

The battlefield below erupted into even greater chaos.

Tang Qiusheng was silent for a long time, then calmed down a bit, turned to Xiuzhu and Ming Yan, and said tremblingly, "You saw it too, right? It shouldn’t be my hallucination?"

Xiuzhu kept fiddling with the Buddhist Beads on his hand, repeatedly muttering Amitabha:

"Saw, saw it... Was that, was that a cultivator?"

Tang Qiusheng shook his head: "I can’t be certain."

"How could anyone make a Profound Profound Realm Cultivator powerless to resist?"

Xiuzhu said in disbelief: "Was that really a Daoist Monarch?"

Tang Qiusheng nodded affirmatively: "Yes, this period’s Southern Daoist Monarch, named Li Huai, is most adept at the Fire Control Dao, the aura of the Profound Profound Realm can’t be fake, you can all sense it."

Xiuzhu pinched himself, crying out in pain to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

But he felt perhaps dreaming would be better...

How could this scene appear on the battlefield below?

Even a Saint couldn’t kill a Profound Profound Realm so effortlessly!

Ming Yan suddenly said: "What does he want to do next?"

Xiuzhu and Tang Qiusheng looked at the figure, who indeed hadn’t finished acting, and seemed to be searching the battlefield below, as if looking for something.

Xiuzhu widened his eyes: "Is he... looking for someone?"

He was somewhat puzzled.

The main fighting power on the battlefield below was all Middle Three Grades, there wasn’t anyone worth such a figure’s intervention.

Ming Yan said: "Did you see? That person’s eyes."

Eyes?

Tang Qiusheng’s gaze suddenly sharpened.

Beneath the bronze mask, half-covered eyes finally revealed themselves as he turned.

In those eyes, there were four pupils!

Xiuzhu finally recognized the person’s identity, exclaiming: "Double pupils?! That person is Wen Yao!"

...

Chen Kuang looked up, seeing an awe-inspiring temple before him with a plaque hanging that read "Hall of Dao and Virtue."

Because the Mystic God Daoist Sect advocates for non-aggression, even the writing was done in the most proper manner.

All around was extraordinarily quiet, incense filled the temple, failing to mask the overwhelming stench of blood.

The guard disciples at the door... were already dead!

Their gaze was filled with fear and confusion.

Chen Kuang and Jiang Yunqing’s hearts sank as they flew inside, seeing an empty grand hall, with only one figure in a Profound Robe standing there.

It was "Shen Xingzhu!"

Chen Kuang immediately stepped forward, calling out: "Fellow Daoist Shen!"

"Shen Xingzhu" turned abruptly, and upon seeing Chen Kuang, instinctively pounced into his arms.

She almost cried out, "You finally came, I was so scared, sob... hic?"

The sobbing stopped abruptly as "Shen Xingzhu" saw Jiang Yunqing following behind, turning the sob into a hiccup.

Jiang Yunqing: "...?"

The white-haired Sword Cultivator was expressionless, but the gaze upon the two embracing was somewhat surprised.

So... that’s their relationship?

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