I am a living immortal.

Chapter 565 Powerful Evil Spirit

The temple priest suddenly lost his confidence.

The Demon Slayer was so confident, could there really be something wrong? He didn't know, so he could only smile and lead the people into the Hundred Gods Temple. After a month of renovations, the Hundred Gods Temple was no longer what it once was.

Even the people from the Demon Slaying Division felt the oppression.

The tallest statue, several feet tall, stood in the very center, appearing lifelike. It was a six-armed deity, holding a dragon mace in one hand and a treasure vase in the other, its feet stepping on huge waves, creating a powerful sense of oppression.

There are nearly a hundred statues of gods of different sizes, arranged in an orderly manner, standing in a circle in the main hall. They seem to be leaning over and looking at the believers, which is a very shocking scene. No wonder believers are happy to burn incense here.

After the initial shock, the Demon Slayer observed several sights. While these statues weren't true gods, decades of worship had given rise to spirits. These spirits possessed the statues, consuming faith while also providing a degree of protection.

Therefore, some of these statues have focused eyes.

The Demon Slayer looked at them one by one, from smallest to largest, finally settling on the largest statue in the center. The most lifelike was the one in the center, gilded and depicted, looking incredibly noble.

The view towards several people is also the clearest.

The Demon Slayer observed the statue, and the statue observed him. Their gazes met in mid-air. A frown deepened beneath the Demon Slayer's cold iron mask. He sensed no bloody aura from the statue; it seemed clean, if a little too clean.

Silently, the leading demon slayer's eyes flashed with golden light, and the power to dispel delusion burst forth from them. The world quietly shifted: most of the statues dimmed, while a few revealed their true forms.

Looking up again, the central statue's appearance remained largely unchanged, shrouded in a golden aura of faith. At this moment, the members of the Demon Slayer Division suddenly took a step back. They trusted their own judgment—the inability to penetrate the golden aura meant that the being before them was far more powerful and treacherous than they had imagined. This was understandable; otherwise, how could it have escaped their notice in the first place?

The spirit in the leading statue looked at the group with dark golden pupils: "What do you want from me?"

The voice was calm, and the sound of flowing water could be heard as he spoke, which made the people in the Demon Slayer Division feel even more strange. Such a being couldn't be supported by the faith of a single town, or even a county or several counties. They became more vigilant, and their hands subconsciously touched the hilts of their swords.

The evil spirit in front of him didn't seem to notice the vigilance of the Demon Slayers, or perhaps he did but didn't care much.

"Why don't you speak?" the evil spirit said lightly.

"Stop pretending. I know you're not the same deity you once were," the Demon Slayer leader said bluntly. Without giving the other party a chance to argue, he raised his sword and struck. The runes engraved on the long sword illuminated, and it struck directly at the pretentious evil spirit.

The evil spirit's lips curled up slightly at this moment, completely destroying its expression of compassion for all living beings. One of its six arms swung, and the Kanglong Mace fell heavily.

"You disrespect me, you deserve to be punished!"

With a loud thud, the massive Kanglong mace and the longsword collided, the resulting wave of energy tearing the surrounding landscape apart. The once sacred hall was instantly littered with bones, and the clear water was stained with blood, ripples forming as several members of the Demon Slayer Division stepped on it.

And under this river of blood, there were corpses swimming around, and everyone's eyes fell on the people from the Demon Slaying Division.

The other spirits all smiled when they saw this scene.

There were whispers in my ears, people were discussing the people from the Demon Slaying Division, or maybe they were saying something incomprehensible.

The expressions of several people changed slightly - they had originally thought there was only one, but they didn't expect there to be a whole group. No wonder, with such an evil spirit around, why didn't it devour the others?

Although the appearance of these evil spirits with the face of the water god has not changed, there is always an indescribable sense of weirdness and incongruity.

"What if you don't bow to God when you see him?"

The evil spirit above spoke again.

“Skin it!”

“Eat their flesh!”

“Bite the bones!”

"Eat his soul!"

Hateful words were hurled at the men, and beneath the river of blood, pairs of swollen arms impatiently pierced the surface, attempting to grab hold of their feet.

The Demon Slayers were quick-witted and quickly jumped out of the way to avoid the swollen arms. However, the arms in the blood river kept growing, densely packed everywhere, giving the Demon Slayers no time to react.

The Demon Slayers could only lightly draw their swords, blood and flesh flying everywhere, clearing out a place to settle. The surrounding evil spirits laughed and laughed at this, like a cat playing with a mouse.

“This is not the solution!”

"Watch me!" The leading man slammed the rune-studded sword, and scarlet veins spread along it like blood vessels. A burning sting ran through his body, the blood veins on the sword transmitting to his body. Waves of heat erupted, forming the phantom of a Qilin behind him.

The shadowy figure leaped high into the air as it swung its sword, then stomped its front hooves heavily onto the sea of ​​blood. Instantly, flames and heat swept through, burning all hands that dared to reach out to it to ashes. Howls of pain echoed throughout the space.

The man wielding the sword was breathing heavily, and the cold iron mask on his face seemed to have melted, dripping into the river of blood and turning into iron beads.

This strike was truly unpleasant. This was the power bestowed upon the sword by the Grand Commander. Their bodies could only swing three times: the first would injure the flesh, the second would permanently damage their foundation (making them crippled), and the third would be a catastrophic blow—with this third strike, both the sword and the body would be reduced to ash by the Qilin's flames.

Even so, not everyone can use these three swords. It requires strict conditions: a strong physique and a tough soul, neither of which can be missing.

Correspondingly, this sword is very powerful.

It was clear from the burning of all the arms just now that the flames on the blood river were still not extinguished, and the corpses under the water did not dare to make any more mistakes.

Several people from the Demon Slayer Division looked at the evil spirit in the center.

But he found that the other party remained calm, watching everything with cold eyes, and even praised him, saying: "You have some skills, but it's still a bit reckless."

As he spoke, he poured the contents of the vase in his other hand, and a drop of yellow, grease-like corpse fluid dripped onto the river of blood. The unburned flames were instantly extinguished, and the stench that washed over the demon slayers enveloped them, threatening to engulf them. But then, with the tinkling of a bell, a golden film of light formed before them.