Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 349: Tranquility Shattered 1

The battle lasted for a long time until the first rays of dawn appeared in the east.

With the arrival of dawn, the sounds of fierce fighting gradually subsided.

The figures of the ghost wolf and the white tiger gradually blurred in the morning light and finally disappeared into the sky.

Only the hazy picture and the shock and awe in people's hearts remain.

"Let's go." Shang Liangshan's mind moved, and the phantom thundercloud shot towards the Forgotten Township, leaving behind a gust of breeze without taking away a single cloud.

"It's exciting, so exciting. It's worth the trip, it's worth the trip." Liu Yu muttered to himself like a possessed person.

"The fourth and sixth brothers missed it." Yifeng felt sorry for his brothers.

"There's nothing to regret. If the Fourth Elder and the Sixth Elder came to watch the battle, it might shake their determination in martial arts." Shang Liangshan shook his head and said.

It is not a good thing to sometimes see the strength of others and realize your own insignificance.

"Damn it, my martial arts heart." Liu Yu exclaimed, covering his chest.

"Do you have a heart for martial arts?" the old patriarch struck back mercilessly.

"Haha" Shang Liangshan and Yi Fengwen laughed heartily, and Liu Yu also laughed. How could he have any interest in martial arts? All he wanted was to make money.

So the question is, is making money more important or is health more important?

The following scene may explain something.

A quiet ancient county town, originally a picturesque paradise surrounded by mountains and rivers.

However, a sudden disaster caused by ghost beasts broke the peace here.

As night fell, the roar of the ghost beasts sounded like thunder, shaking every corner of the county.

On the city wall of the county town, the figures of the guards swayed in the light of the torches. They tightly grasped their swords, shields, spears, and bows and arrows, with tension and fear written all over their faces.

Suddenly, a roar that resounded through the sky was heard, followed by roars and shouts that tore through the night.

"Boom" the earth shook, dark clouds covered the city, the ghostly aura was overwhelming, and dense ghost beasts and ghost birds, like will-o'-the-wisp, attacked the small county town from the sky and underground.

"Kill!" There were loud shouts and arrows rained down from the night sky, shooting towards the ghost bird in the sky.

Under the pitch-black night, passionate shouts of “Kill!” exploded like thunder, foreshadowing a bloody battle.

This is a life-and-death battle between humans and monsters.

The shouts of the warriors gathered into an unstoppable force, vowing to keep these enemies from the Netherworld outside the city.

Along with shouts, arrows rose from the ground like a rainstorm, they streaked through the night sky, leaving trails of fire, as if they were the brightest meteors in the night sky, but the difference was that the flaming arrows shot from the bottom up.

The targets of these arrows are the ghost birds that swoop down from the sky.

In the light of the fire, one could faintly see the ghost bird with its jet-black wings and scarlet eyes.

They are like messengers of death, constantly swooping down from the sky, trying to devour all life on the ground.

At the same time, a tide of ghost beasts surged over from the ground. They had various shapes, some like giant wolves, and some like twisted alien monsters.

There was greed and madness flashing in their eyes as they charged forward desperately.

The warriors, armed with spears and shields, formed an indestructible line of defense and fought a desperate battle with these ghost beasts.

Arrows rained down like rain, continuously shooting into the sky and the ground, each arrow carrying the hope and determination of the warriors.

Some arrows accurately hit the wings of the ghost birds, causing them to fall from the sky.

Some arrows pierced through the bodies of the ghost beasts, causing them to howl in pain.

However, the number of ghost beasts and ghost birds is simply too large.

They continued to attack human defenses, and the battle was extremely brutal.

The city wall trembled under the impact of the ghost beast, and cracks spread rapidly.

With an earth-shaking roar, a group of terrifying monsters with bared fangs broke through the city defenses and poured into the small county town that was putting up a desperate resistance.

On the streets, people were panicking and running around.

The crying of children, the screaming of women, and the pleading of the elderly intertwined together, forming a scene of purgatory on earth.

The ghost beasts were like bloodthirsty devils, chasing these innocent lives. Their sharp claws and fangs ruthlessly tore apart one fragile body after another.

Inside the county government office, the county magistrate was anxiously organizing the final resistance.

He ordered his men to light a beacon in the hope of attracting reinforcements.

However, in the face of this disaster, his efforts seemed so powerless.

The ghost beasts quickly rushed into the county government office and turned it into a sea of ​​blood.

In the temple, the monks rang the alarm bell, hoping to awaken the sleeping gods.

They held Buddhist beads and chanted scriptures, trying to drive away these evil creatures with the power of Buddhism.

But the ghost beasts were not afraid of these sacred rituals. They rushed into the temple and turned it into ruins.

In this catastrophe, all the beauty of the small county town was destroyed.

Houses collapsed, streets were broken, and blood dyed the land red.

The roars of the ghost beasts and the screams of humans mixed together, echoing over this once peaceful little county town.

However, the ghost beasts and the soldiers and civilians who became their food did not notice that the blood flowing in the streets, the blood in the houses, and the blood flowing down from the city walls were quietly gathering and flowing into the sewers of the county town.

The flowing blood gathered into small streams, as if pulled by an unknown force, flowing towards a dilapidated temple overgrown with weeds in the west of the city.

"Whoosh" the wind rose and resentment surged. The resentment of the soldiers and civilians before their death was like evil pythons, rushing into the ruined temple, making sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

But its sound was soon covered up by the excited roars and howls of the ghost beasts and ghost birds.

Just when all the ghost beasts and ghost birds rushed into the city to hunt.

The ground outside the county wall suddenly began to tremble violently, as if some indescribable force was brewing a drastic change underground.

"Boom" accompanied by dull roars, the soil began to bulge and crack as if being stirred by an invisible big hand, revealing bottomless cracks.

Then, pale and rotten arms stretched out from the cracks, twisting and struggling as if seeking freedom.

The owners of these arms are like cursed corpses.

They were once the inhabitants of a land of thousands of miles, but now, summoned by darkness, they have turned into hideous corpses.

The faces of the corpses were distorted, their skin was a sickly pale color, and their eyes were lifeless, yet they flashed with the instinctive desire for flesh and blood.

Their bodies were incomplete, some were missing limbs, and some even had half of their faces rotted away, revealing their white bones.

Despite this, their power is extremely strong and is enough to shake the earth.