Chapter 390: 42 Yin God

Chapter 390: Chapter 42 Yin God

Evil spirits were truly terrifying, ignoring all attacks. Lin Feng was now under attack by an evil spirit, unable to dodge, and the strike was about to pierce through Lin Feng’s chest.

“Buzz.”

Suddenly, a Buddha light emanated from Lin Feng’s pouch, enveloping his body.

When the evil spirit struck, it was blocked by the Buddha light.

Hissing sounds…

And, shockingly, black smoke began to rise from the claws of the evil spirit.

“Screech!” The evil spirit suffered severe damage.

This evil spirit did not fear flames, but it feared the power of Buddhism.

“It’s the Shariputra!”

Lin Feng’s eyes brightened, thinking of the Shariputra he had obtained at the Demon Wall.

The so-called Shariputra usually formed from the undying Buddha bones within the bodies of Buddhist High Monks after they passed away, transforming into holy Buddhist artifacts.

After being injured, the evil spirit became completely frenzied, emitting shrill screeches and a sinister and terrifying aura from its body.

The evil spirit roared and lunged at Lin Feng once again.

Lin Feng took out the Shariputra, holding it in his hand.

“Namo Amitabha Buddha”!

Suddenly, from within the Shariputra, a Buddha light shone brightly. An Ancient Buddha appeared above Lin Feng, sitting cross-legged, hands pressed together, chanting “Namo Amitabh.” Endless Buddha Light surged out, instantly enveloping the evil spirit.

“Screech… screech…”

The evil spirit let out a bloodcurdling scream as its body began to be destroyed.

Evil spirits were not indestructible.

It was just necessary to find the right method to kill them, which, of course, was not an easy task.

“Buddhist Shariputra!”

A cultivator noticed the Shariputra in Lin Feng’s hand, his eyes suddenly lighting up, and swiftly he pounced over.

“Kid, hand it over”!

A cold laugh sounded, and Lin Feng was attacked.

He was surrounded by five or six cultivators, among them were three strong practitioners from the Martial King Realm.

“Damn it…”.

Lin Feng’s expression darkened, these people were detestable, coveting his Shariputra that could kill evil spirits, and harboring intentions of murder and robbery.

This was the ugly side of the Cultivator World; usually, even if they committed murder or robbery, they would be somewhat discreet.

But now, trapped by the evil spirits, they had nothing to worry about.

“Fuck off”.

The Wuliang Taoist charged, knocking aside a cultivator who was attacking Lin Feng.

Then, another five or six strong men rushed over, driving back the cultivators who surrounded Lin Feng.

A middle-aged cultivator spoke in a deep voice, “All we ask is that the young man can protect us, we absolutely will not snatch the Shariputra.”

“Then let’s break out together.” Lin Feng nodded, seeing it as a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Carrying the Shariputra, a heavy treasure, had already attracted many prying eyes.

The surrounding evil spirits sensed the aura of the Shariputra, paused their attack, but did not disperse, hovering around and trapping Lin Feng and the others.

“Fellows, instead of dying at the hands of evil spirits, why not seize the Shariputra and use it to escape?” said a cultivator coldly.

Lin Feng responded, “My Shariputra can naturally protect everyone thoroughly, don’t be deceived by this person.”

Some were not just trying to leave; they wanted to create chaos and, during the turmoil, snatch Lin Feng’s Shariputra.

This, Lin Feng saw very clearly, but those harboring such intentions were not few, and few responded to Lin Feng’s call, many eyes gleaming with cold light.

This was human nature.

Lin Feng’s gaze slightly darkened.

The Wuliang Taoist sneered, “Shit, let’s do this, who’s afraid of who? If it comes to it, destroy the Shariputra, then we all end up screwed.”

A cultivator sneered, “A holy artifact of Buddhism? Is it that easy to destroy? You, fake Daoist, told me before that I would face a bloody disaster. I think you are the one who will face a bloody disaster, wait till I split your head open.”

The Wuliang Taoist’s mouth twitched violently, and he touched his forehead, finding it all covered in cold sweat.

“Take action…” sneered a cultivator, unwilling to wait any longer, he made the first move, seeking to kill for treasure.

Many were already restless, which naturally wasn’t good for Lin Feng and the others.

At that moment, a chilling and terrifying aura came from the depths of the great hall.

The hundreds of evil spirits on the periphery started trembling, retreating quickly.

“What terrifying entity is about to appear, to scare these evil spirits like this?”

Lin Feng and his companions looked toward the depths with trepidation.

There existed a mysterious person in a black robe.

Cackle, cackle, cackle…

A sinister voice followed.

Swoosh.

The figure in a black robe made a move, his speed was too fast, flashing through the crowd like a lingering shadow.

Crack, crack…

Then, the necks of several cultivators were snapped.

The black-robed cultivator rushed into the area enveloped by Buddha Light, seemingly unafraid of it.

“It’s a Yin God,” a cultivator shouted in terror, uttering an extremely dreadful name.

Yin God, rumored to be an evil thought transformed from a “Divine Spirit” after its fall.

“Is there really a Yin God? Isn’t there an Eternal Suppression of Gods and Demons here to suppress all evil thoughts of gods and demons, turning those ancient evil thoughts from forming into a Yin God? Why has a Yin God appeared?”

Someone cried out in terror.

Lin Feng also thought of the Eternal Suppression of Gods and Demons Stele, intended to prevent the birth of such terrifying Yin Gods.

But now, a Yin God had indeed appeared, nearly invincible and extremely powerful.

“Let’s go, hurry!”

Lin Feng shouted loudly.

He, alongside the Wuliang Taoist and a few other cultivators, quickly fled under the protection of Shariputra.

Yin Gods were essentially unbeatable.

Perhaps only an existence of Supreme Great Ability level could battle with a Yin God.

“Screech,” a dozen evil spirits pounced but were repelled by Shariputra’s power, allowing everyone to successfully rush out of the hall and hurry toward the depths. Soon after, a terrifying aura followed from behind—it was the Yin God’s, the dreadful being catching up quickly.

“Set its sights on us.” Lin Feng’s expression darkened.

“Head deeper, many powerful cultivators have gone there,” another cultivator suggested.

Indeed, it was a good strategy. By leading the Yin God toward other strong cultivators, they could escape. Although someone might suffer from the Yin God, that was the nature of the cultivator’s world where everything was done to ensure personal survival.

Thus, Lin Feng and others quickly rushed toward the deep palaces.

Eventually, they reached the deepest area which featured a massive square. Beyond the square, there was a Tao Platform.

The Tao Platform was sealed off, with a Stone Coffin placed on top. Above the platform, there was an altar with three items enveloped in golden light, indecipherable to the eye. Many powerful figures were attempting to break the grand array, including Mad Demon, all striving to access the supreme treasures within.

Swoosh. Lin Feng and his companions rushed in.

“It’s that guy,” Hu Meixian muttered when she saw the disheveled Lin Feng rushing in.

The Yin God swiftly caught up, but Lin Feng and Wuliang Taoist had already merged deep into the crowd.

“Kid, you’re courting death.”

“Damn, Fuck Daoist, why are you pushing?”

Some cultivators cursed discontentedly.

But Lin Feng and his company didn’t care, merging into the crowd was safer.

The Yin God charged over, attacking the outer cultivators.

Puff…

Immediately, about a dozen cultivators were gruesomely killed by the Yin God’s sharp claws, their screams alarming many.

Even the big shots breaking the Tao Platform’s seals were disturbed.

“It’s a Yin God…”

Seeing the figure in a black robe, many prominent figures grimaced.