Mythology of the Supreme Saint of Confucianism and Taoism
35 Suddenly, Zhong Kui was enraged!

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Lanruo Temple, in the forest in the backyard.

The 1,000-year Tree Demon was lying in the huge pit on its last breath.

At this moment, its skin was covered with tree tendons, and its limbs had turned into tree trunks that looked like dead trees. Its hair had turned into dense roots that spread messily on the ground.

Even its androgynous face was covered in goosebumps, like an old tree bark.

He looked very miserable and terrifying!

"Yan Chixia…you... You guys... He actually destroyed my main body…I... I'm going to kill you!"

Lying in the huge pit, the thousand-year-old tree demon struggled to open its red eyes. It stared at Yan Chixia with hatred and shouted intermittently.

Its body had been destroyed and it had been slashed by Yan Chixia with all its strength. Its aura was already extremely weak. If it did not heal in time, it would definitely not last long.

Moreover, even if it managed to recover in time, it would still need hundreds of thousands of years of bitter cultivation to recover its previous cultivation.

Thousands of years of cultivation have been lost.

How could he not hate, how could he not resent?

For a moment, the thousand-year-old tree demon wanted to swallow Yan Chixia and Bu Feifan alive.

"Hmph, old monster, do you still have the ability to kill us?!”

Yan Chixia sneered in disdain.

"You... Pfft..."

The thousand-year-old tree demon was furious and anxious when it heard this. It could not help but spit out a mouthful of green demon blood.

"Hero Yan, how is it?”

At this moment, Bu Feifan walked over under Zhong Kui's protection.

As for the evil spirit, it had already been completely destroyed by Zhong Kui in his stomach.

" Huh?!"

When Yan Chixia saw Zhong Kui's statue, he immediately felt a wave of spiritual will from it. He immediately knew that Zhong Kui's spiritual will was attached to this statue.

Therefore, Yan Chixia cupped his hands at Zhong Kui's statue that was protecting Bu Feifan and said respectfully," I am Yan Chixia, a disciple of the Shu Mountain Faction. Greetings, Celestial Master Zhong!”

"You are the Yan Chixia from the Shu Mountain Faction who has the same name as the Sect Leader of the Profound Heart Orthodox Sect?!”

The statue of Zhong Kui's eyes lit up as he stared at Yan Chixia curiously and asked.

Yan Chixia cupped his hands and said," That's me!”

"Good cultivation. As expected of the second Dugu Yuyun of the Shu Mountain Faction!”

Zhong Kui nodded and praised.

"Thank you, Heavenly Teacher!"

Yan Chixia smiled reservedly and handed the sword in his hand to Bu Feifan." Although I don't know why you want to kill this thousand-year-old tree demon with your own hands, if you want to kill it, you have to use my sword!"”

"Thank you, Hero Yan!"

Bu Feifan took the sword and nodded at Yan Chixia. Then, he walked to the dying thousand-year-old tree demon lying in the pit.

He wanted to kill this 1,000-year Tree Demon to complete Random Quest 2.

On the way here, he had tactfully told Yan Chixia that if he could capture this thousand-year-old tree demon alive, he would be the one to end its life.

Of course, Bu Feifan didn't insist.

If Yan Chixia did not have the confidence to capture him alive, he would naturally let this matter go.

Anyway, there was no penalty for failing the Random Mission 2.

"You... You can't kill me... Otherwise…The Witch of the Black Mountain will definitely make you wish you were dead!!”

The thousand-year-old tree demon screamed in panic as it looked at Bu Feifan, who was just inches away from it.

Bu Feifan looked at the thousand-year-old tree demon and didn't waste any time talking to it. He raised his sword and slashed at its neck.

Boom! Whoosh!

However, at this moment, the wind and clouds suddenly surged. A golden light suddenly descended from the sky and shot straight at Bu Feifan.

"Be careful!"

Seeing this, Yan Chixia quickly pulled Bu Feifan and retreated.

"Humph!"

At the same time, under the control of Zhong Kui's divine sense, the statue of Zhong Kui moved and raised its fist to attack the golden light.

" Huh?!"

In the next moment, the expression of Zhong Kui's statue changed abruptly after his fist landed on the golden light.

Boom!

Immediately after, the golden light pierced through the fist of Zhong Kui's statue like an indestructible arrow, destroying the wisp of Zhong Kui's divine sense that was attached to the statue.

Then, the statue of Zhong Kui, which was condensed from the literary qi, instantly collapsed and turned into wisps of literary qi that scattered.

"Humph!"

When the statue of Zhong Kui disappeared, Bu Feifan immediately felt his blood boil and he couldn't help but groan.

At the same time.

Nine Nether World, Nether World.

In Judge Cui's mansion.

Zhong Kui's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes widened. He slammed the table and stood up, shouting angrily," How dare you destroy my divine sense!!”

" What happened?!"

Cui Yu's expression changed slightly. He looked at Zhong Kui with concern and asked.

"The divine sense that I split off for that Seventh Stage 'Holy Poem' was destroyed!”

" I'll see who has the guts to destroy my divine sense!" Zhong Kui replied through gritted teeth, his eyes flickering with flames.”

As he spoke, Zhong Kui was about to cast a spell and leave.

"Wait!"

At this moment, Cui Yu pulled him back and asked," Where are you going?!”

Zhong Kui glared at Cui Yu and said," Of course I'm going to find the guy who destroyed my divine sense!”

"Then do you know where to look?!”

Cui Yu shook her head and sighed.

Ugh!

Zhong Kui was stunned when he heard that.

Then, he came back to his senses.

The wisp of his divine sense followed the connection of the rules of Confucianism and was directly sent to Bu Feifan's side. Therefore, he didn't know where the wisp of his divine sense landed.

Moreover, his spiritual will was now destroyed, so naturally, he could no longer transmit the information he saw and heard back to him.

As a result, not only did he not know where that strand of divine sense was destroyed, he did not even know who had composed the seventh grade 'holy poem' for him, let alone who had destroyed his divine sense!

Thinking of this, Zhong Kui was anxious and angry. He stomped his feet and shouted," I'm so angry!!”

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