Peerless Taoist

The blood poison that the Blood Poison King displayed was extremely vicious and spread very easily. Other people who had only come into contact with the infected might also be infected by the blood poison.    

Many cultivators had long heard of the Blood Poison King's name. Without the Ghost Commander's orders, they had already stepped aside and left enough space for Fang Ying.    

Seeing this, Fang Ying did not think it was a big deal.    

She closed her eyes and started to disperse the poison in her body with her magic power.    

However, during the process of channeling, the blood poison began to expand wantonly. The more it suppressed, the more powerful it became.    

"Damn it!" Fang Ying gritted her teeth, and her face turned pale.    

A dignified sector lord expert was accidentally poisoned.    

She could feel that the poison was slowly eroding her magical energy. Before long, she wouldn't even be able to display 50% of her current strength.    

Rumble!    

At this moment, the temple shook violently, and a loud noise was heard.    

Sand fell from the ceiling, and in an instant, the surrounding buildings started to shake, making "creaking" sounds.    

Outside the temple, a fierce and strong body slowly walked over under the illumination of the Blood Moon.    

"So you are all hiding here. Today, even if the Underworld God shows his divinity, you will all die without a doubt."    

The majestic voice spread through the air and landed in the interior of the temple. It was the Blood Poison King.    

Everyone in the temple looked as pale as a sheet of paper.    

The old priest shouted furiously, "How dare you! All living beings in the underworld must be careful with their words when entering the Dark Shrine. How dare you attack the temple? This is outrageous! "    

The Blood Poison King's cold snort came from outside the door, "What kind of stupid rule is this? Do you think I care?"    

After saying that, a series of even more violent attacks exploded.    

The divine palace began to shake violently again, releasing a string of dense dark scriptures from the pillars. Light and darkness intersected, releasing undying might.    

When each underworld palace was established, they would all receive a blessing from the Underworld God.    

This blessing continued for several decades. Even now, the effects it displayed were still as dazzling as before.    

The crowd in the shrine slowed down a bit. If they could defend against it, it would be the best.    

"You're just a village ghost king, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of the Shrine!" The old priest looked serious and said in a deep voice.    

Outside the temple, it was silent for a long time.    

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief and said with lingering fear, "The Dark Shrine is still strong. It's even stronger than our camp."    

"Don't you think about it? This was the place where the Dark Gods descended. Naturally, it's extraordinary."    

"The Blood Poison King is going to be defeated this time."    

The Ghost Marshal frowned and asked the old priest, "When was the last time you were maintaining the grand formation?"    

A light suddenly flashed across the old priest's turbid eyes. Just as he was about to speak, the power of the grand defensive formation of the temple was rapidly weakening.    

"What's going on!?"    

"The grand array is being broken. Is there an array formation expert outside?"    

Countless people had just recovered from their relief when their minds instantly fell into hell.    

They watched as the defensive formation weakened bit by bit.    

"High Priest, come out and surrender. The King will only kill the defending troops of the fourth realm."    

"That's right, High Priest. A wise man knows when to submit!"    

Sounds of persuasion came from outside the door.    

When the High Priest heard these words, his old body began to tremble violently. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood.    

The people outside who were destroying the defensive formation were the other High Priests of the temple in the past.    

When they saw that the situation was not right, they turned around and left. They did not expect to join the Blood Poison King's forces and launch a counterattack against the temple.    

"It's over. If the Blood Poison King attacks us, we will all die."    

"Quick, get into formation and prepare to face the enemy."    

Everyone panicked. There were no more than a hundred people in the palace. How could they be a match for the tens of thousands of Yan Family's tiger and wolf divisions?    

The High Priest wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and staggered to the front of the deity statue of the Underworld God. He suddenly knelt down and kowtowed.    

"God, an outsider is destroying your temple. He wants to kill your most loyal servant. Please save us!"    

The High Priest begged.    

Many people showed pity, but no one did as they were told.    

The God of Hell had died. This was the common understanding of the Nether Realm.    

After not showing his divinity for several decades, the majestic statue of the Death God had also become dim and dull.