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He was standing at the door.
Her gaze was cold and authoritative.
A chill ran through everyone present.
"Die to me."
Yue Qiluo gave the orders expressionlessly, and the paper figures beneath her swung their fists and slammed them down hard.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere. Countless Taoist priests were killed by this powerful force.
They were easily crushed like ants.
Their screams and wails rose and fell.
But Yue Qiluo was like a ruthless killing machine, her face showing no emotion whatsoever.
"Run! Run!" The remaining Taoist priests screamed in terror as they fled in all directions upon seeing this.
They originally thought Qingyun Temple was their sanctuary.
But now it seems that this place has become their burial ground.
Yue Qiluo sneered, her eyes revealing cruelty and madness.
She will not let any Taoist priest go; she will make them pay the price for their folly.
Under her control, the paper figures became like a giant killing machine.
It was frantically destroying everything around it.
Dozens of Taoist priests were caught up by the paper figures during their escape and were then brutally killed.
Their bodies lay scattered on the ground, their blood staining the entire Qingyun Temple red.
Chuchenzi hid in the offering hall, listening to the screams and wails outside, his heart filled with fear and despair.
He knew that Qingyun Temple was finished; they were no match for Yue Qiluo.
His hands trembled as he repeatedly kowtowed to the ancestral statue, begging for help:
"Ancestor, save me! Ancestor, save me!"
Just then, the statue suddenly emitted a dazzling light.
Endless blue light surged from the enshrined statue, soaring straight into the sky.
A vortex slowly began to form in the sky, as if something was about to fall from the heavens.
Yue Qiluo frowned slightly upon seeing this scene.
She sensed a powerful aura approaching.
"Could it be that those guys from Qingyun who flew up have come down?" she wondered to herself.
Upon seeing this scene, a glimmer of hope flashed in Chuchenzi's eyes.
He ran out excitedly, shouting, "Welcome, Ancestor!"
His actions immediately attracted the attention of the other Taoist priests.
They all followed Chuchenzi's example, kneeling down and kowtowing: "Welcome, Ancestor!"
For a time, the entire Qingyun Temple echoed with the sound of "Welcome back, Ancestor!"
Yue Qiluo watched this scene, her heart filled with excitement: "It really was them."
Chapter 117: The old died, and the even older came!!!
Yue Qiluo's heart was beating faster than Chuchenzi's and the others', as excited as a burning flame.
She had waited far too long for this day!
The flames of revenge burned fiercely in her heart.
She had fantasized about this scene countless times, and now she finally had the opportunity to realize it.
This group of self-important Taoist priests.
Finally, death was delivered right to her doorstep.
"Welcome back, Ancestor!"
Chuchenzi's voice resounded through the sky, and the other Taoists echoed his cry.
The sound was so loud that Yue Qiluo's ears hurt.
But she didn't care at all, and just stared coldly at the blue light slowly descending from the vortex.
The blue light dissipated, and an old Taoist priest with an air of otherworldly wisdom appeared before everyone.
He was one of the founders of Qingyun Temple, Luo Chenzi.
Yue Qiluo looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
This is the person who sealed her away back then, causing her to sleep for a thousand years.
"Now, Abbot Chuchenzi of Qingyun Temple pays respects to the Ancestor."
Chuchenzi knelt before Luochenzi with a devout expression, and the other Taoists followed suit.
Luo Chenzi smiled and nodded, then his gaze fell on Yue Qiluo.
"Hahaha, hundreds of years have passed. I never thought the old Taoist would return."
Luo Chenzi burst into laughter, his voice filled with smugness and pride:
"The old Taoist priest came down today to resolve the troubles of our Qingyun Temple."
As he spoke, he glanced at Yue Qiluo, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes:
"I never thought that after I spared your life back then, you would still dare to cause trouble at our Qingyun Temple."
"There's a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there's no door to hell but you break in."
Yue Qiluo stared intently at Luo Chenzi, her thousand-year-old hatred surging forth like a tidal wave.
Her voice was cold and resolute: "Luo Chenzi, you sealed me away back then."
"Let me sleep for a thousand years, and now this debt can finally be settled properly."
She sat upright on the paper figure, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of her lips.
The paper figure seemed to come alive, swaying gently with her movements.
"This time, no matter how much you struggle, I will not let you go."
Upon hearing this, Luo Chenzi laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.
"Hahaha, Yue Qiluo, do you think I'm still the same person I was back then?"
"I have now become a god, an immortal being."
"From this day forward, I will live forever and live as long as heaven and earth."
He stared intently at Yue Qiluo, his eyes filled with smugness and arrogance:
"So, you are destined to be sealed away by me again this time."
He paused and continued:
"However, I will not simply seal you away like I did back then."
"I will take your soul to the heavens and refine it into a pill to greatly enhance my cultivation."
Luo Chenzi's words sent a chill down the spines of Chu Chenzi and the Taoists present.
Looking at the old ancestor before them, they felt that he exuded a demonic aura.
Upon hearing this, Yue Qiluo merely gave a cold laugh:
"Hmph, you think you're the only god? I've already become a ghost immortal."
"You want my soul? Perfect, I want yours too."
As she said this, a sly glint flashed in her eyes:
"After all, your soul is of great benefit to my man."
"You have a man?" A look of surprise flashed across Luo Chenzi's face.
He looked Yue Qiluo up and down, as if trying to discern something from her.
"None of your business!" Yue Qiluo snorted coldly, too lazy to waste any more words with him.
She manipulated the paper figure and hurled it directly at Luo Chenzi.
The paper figure seemed to possess boundless power, accompanied by a whistling wind, heading straight for Luo Chenzi's vitals.
"Seal it!" Luo Chenzi shouted, waving his hand sharply.
In an instant, countless strands of black hair cascaded out like a waterfall, wrapping around the paper figure in layers.
Those black hairs, though seemingly delicate, contained immense power.
It was as if they wanted to bind the paper figure so that it couldn't move.
Luo Chenzi revealed a smug smile.
He seemed to see the dawn of victory.
However, Yue Qiluo did not do as he wished.
The paper beneath her feet suddenly burst into flames, instantly engulfing the paper figure.
The flames were incredibly hot, as if they were about to ignite the air itself.
Luo Chenzi's smile froze instantly.
He stared wide-eyed at the sight before him, incredulous.
Under the scorching heat of the flames, those black hairs melted away without a trace.
"This...how is this possible?" Luo Chenzi exclaimed in shock.
He couldn't believe that his prized black hair was so easily damaged.