641 The Burning Horse Carriage (2/2)

He looked at Sangsang and at the wound on her leg.

Perhaps because Sangsang had bled too much in recent days, the wound on her calves did not bleed much. However, on the outer edge, it could still be vaguely seen that the blood was black.

Chen Cun said hoarsely, ”Great Divine Priest, please tell me that we were not wrong.”

Sangsang looked at the loyal subordinate and her heart twinged. She was prepared to speak the truth.

Ning Que waved the horse whip and whipped down loudly.

Sangsang felt as if the lashing had landed right on her heart.

Sangsang held the shred of red cloth in her palms tightly. Her nails dug deeply into her flesh. After a silent moment, she looked at the wrinkles on Chen Cun's face and said calmly, ”The light can never be wrong.”

After hearing her reply, the deep wrinkles on Chen Cun's face flattened out, and he seemed to grow younger by decades. He knelt before her, full of vigor, and kissed her feet.

Outside the north city gates, there wasn't anyone else waiting but dozens of ascetic monks from the Buddhism Sect.

Master Qi Mei stood in front of all these monks, pale but serene. He was still bleeding from the wounds on his body. He had been gravely injured when the two priests in red had self-ignited using their Divine Skills. There were still remnants of Divine Light in his wounds. These did not bring him any healing properties; instead they continued to cut deep into his flesh.

Logically speaking, these ascetic monks would be more likely to stop Ning Que within the city. However, he chose to battle outside the city because Ning Que had not taken his podao out of his scabbard against the little boy in White Tower Temple. Then, as the eminent monk of the Buddhism Sect, how could he not do the same and not harm the innocent?

A horse carriage rushed out from the seemingly useless gates of Chaoyang city, dust trailing behind it.

Master Qi Mei chanted the name of Buddha silently, and slowly lifted his right hand. He pointed his thumb and index finger at the carriage, using what was left of his hand to form the complete Emblematic Gesture of the Buddhism Sect.

The horse carriage did not stop. Instead it broke through the strong Buddhist aura and rushed toward Master Qi Mei and the dozens of ascetic monks. This was because the horse carriage had suddenly caught fire.

It wasn't an ordinary fire; it was burning with Haotian Divine Light. The Haotian Divine Light that could cleanse everything on Earth burst out of the horse carriage, breaking the hold of the Emblematic Gesture.

Master Qi Mei was stunned.

After the two priests in red had self-ignited using their Divine Skills in the White Tower Temple, he knew that those from the West-Hill Divine Palace did not want the Daughter of Yama to die. Therefore, he had grown quite wary.

However, he had not anticipated that another priest willing to descend into the Underworld would appear again. Furthermore, judging by the Haotian Divine Light that was bursting out from the horse carriage, the priest in red was even more powerful!

The flaming horse carriage continued to move forward.

Master Qi Mei hurriedly ordered the monks to step back, and he grew more and more solemn.

What was up with the West-Hill Divine Palace and Haotian Taoism? There shouldn't be more than ten priests in red who could cultivate the Divine Skills. However, three had come to Chaoyang City today. And these three priests in red had all betrayed the West-Hill Divine Palace, aiding the Daughter of Yama in escaping.

The glowing ball of light appeared in the wild outskirts of Chaoyang City.

The flaming horse carriage disintegrated into nothingness, turning into numerous rays of powerful Divine Light. They scattered in all directions as the wind blew wildly and pebbles madly rolled on the ground.

Several Buddhist cultivators were thrown into the air. Master Qi Mei, who was at the front of the party was severely injured once more!

When Chen Cun, the priest in red, began to burn up the last of his life force, Ning Que had already carried Sangsang on his back and leapt off the horse carriage. Then, using the light as his cover, he rushed forth.

The burning horse carriage was the most fearless vanguard and the most powerful way-clearer.

The old priest had exchanged his life for light, causing a shockwave through the wild outside the city. Through the mad wind and flying rocks, Ning Que carried Sangsang and passed by the Buddhist powerhouses who had fallen because of it.

Sangsang buried her head in his shoulders. She did not look at the remnants of Divine Light that scattered through the wild. Her fists were tightly clenched.

Ning Que ran, and when he saw that the green hill was not far away in the north, he whistled.

His whistling was not loud or shrill, and it sounded like a casual one.

The black crows in the sky heard it clearly though, and they cawed in reply.

In the distant green hill, a powerful neigh could be heard.