Chapter 4: Snatching the Tang Lin's Body! Second Update

  Rumble...

  Ink-black lightning was like a raging flame that had been extinguished, and it came crashing down with a loud rumble. The entire sky and earth shook violently, and even Tang Lin and the others, who were far away, felt their bodies being stimulated by an electric current, causing them to feel numb.

  The purple-winged Roc stood proudly in mid-air, facing the dark thunder. Its expression gradually became solemn, its two wings covering its face, and its body spinning like a purple top in the air, wildly rotating to withstand the falling black lightning, cleverly dissipating more than half of it.

  Tang Lin gazed at the purple-winged Roc, as if all the sounds in the world had vanished.

  He who had lived in books of poetry since childhood had never seen such a shocking scene.

  One hundred thousand years of cultivation, all for a single chance to transcend the calamity.

  Watching the purple-winged roc under the thunder punishment, unbridled, arrogant, and defiantly challenging the heavens, this extraordinary heroic spirit deeply shocked his heart.

  Especially that purple snail, as if it were branded in his heart.

  Tang Lin suddenly seemed to have an epiphany, but it wasn't about martial arts, rather a realization about the truth of the world.

  At this time, the dark lightning finally dispersed, and the purple-winged roc spread its wings. On its purple feathers, there were patches of charred blackness, emitting thick black smoke, and some thinner parts of the wings even revealed blurry flesh and blood.

  The Purple Winged Peng was unfazed, shaking its wings and gazing up at the sky, for it had waited ten million years for this day!

  Rumble...

  In the sky, the eighth dark thunderbolt was brewing. This time, the thunderbolt emitted an even more intense aura of pressure, making Tang Lin almost feel like he couldn't breathe, as if the air in the space between heaven and earth had congealed into ice, impossible to inhale.

  He suffocated, looking at the Purple Winged Peng.

  The eighth bolt of black lightning, as massive as a mountain, suddenly burst forth from the depths of the dark clouds and struck down towards the Purple Winged Peng's head.

  Boom!

  The purple-winged Peng burst into the sky, its body emitting a thick, rich purple aura. It spread its wings and let out a loud cry, its body rapidly zigzagging nine times in mid-air, as if it had teleported. However, the black lightning still landed squarely on its body.

  Boom!

  The body of Ziyī Dà Péng was heavily smashed into the soil, causing the entire earth to tremble and creating a massive crater.

  At this moment, in the midst of the clouds and fog, the last pitch-black lightning bolt swiftly descended, not giving the Purple Winged Peng any chance to catch its breath. Although the power of this lightning bolt was slightly stronger than the eighth one, it wasn't much stronger. However, the continuous attacks didn't give the Purple Winged Peng a chance to react.

  Boom!

  The soil in the huge pit flew back and disappeared inch by inch, countless large trees and forests were all blasted away by the dark thunder, leaving only a deep and bottomless pit.

  "It's now!" The pavilion owner, who was watching from afar, flashed a cold light in his eyes and suddenly rushed out, saying: "Its demonic energy is still there, it hasn't died yet, take action while you can!"

  The two white-haired old men beside him quickly caught up.

  Everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

  Only a deep pit in the middle, a purple mist flew up. The owner of the building was cold and stern, and suddenly a light appeared on his head, rushing to the sky and turning into a dazzling pearl with eight bright spots rotating around it.

  "Chu Xiang Tian, you actually ambushed and attacked me from behind! Even if I fall here today, I will drag you down with me!" The Purple Winged Roc let out a loud roar, its voice stern and fierce as it emerged from the purple demonic aura.

  The hall master sneered and said, "You demon, your physical body has been destroyed by thunder punishment, leaving only a wisp of soul. You still want to take my life? Die!" A golden light flashed from the bead on his head, covering the purple demonic energy.

  The soul of the Purple Winged Peng let out a loud roar: "I'll fight you to the death!" As it spoke, a purple demonic energy suddenly condensed into a ball, but instead of charging at the master, it violently swept in the opposite direction.

  This Purple Winged Peng is not stupid, it was destroyed in the thunder calamity, originally it had successfully passed the calamity, only needing to recover for a while, re-condense its body, and its strength would be restored, when the Host appeared, it had already guessed that its tracks had been exposed.

  Although it's unknown how the master of the temple found out about its own whereabouts, in addition to being furious, it has also begun to harbor thoughts of retreat. Having lived for so long, it naturally wouldn't be impulsive enough to truly risk its life.

  In its current state of mind, it is completely no match for the owner of the house.

  Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Two white-haired old men blocked the way of Ziyu Dapeng, with a bead flying out from each of their foreheads. One bead emitted six kinds of light, while the other only emitted two kinds of light.

  "You demon, you can't escape!" One of the white-haired old men in a green robe shouted loudly, directly controlling the bead on his head to collide with the purple-winged roc.

  The purple-winged Peng's heart was as dead ashes, it turned its head to look back, and happened to see Tang Lin and other powerful warriors of the Wu God, floating in the air and watching from a distance.

  Its dim eyes suddenly lit up, and a fierce and unwilling glint flashed in its eyes. "Heaven won't destroy me, Chu Xiang Tian, I want to see if you're a true saint or a fake saint!" As it spoke, its body suddenly transformed into a purple light, shooting towards Tang Lin and the others like a meteor.

  "Not good!"

  "Quick flash!"

  Tang Lin and the others immediately sensed something was amiss, preparing to flee. However, this purple light's speed was incredibly fast, the Purple Winged Peng completely disregarding everything, burning its soul power, accelerating its speed to an extreme extent, even the Pavilion Master couldn't catch up to it.

  "Monster, looking for death!" The owner of the pavilion shouted angrily, he heavily slapped out a palm, a sacred golden palm print, quickly chased up, and struck the purple light group, dispersing nearly half of the purple demon energy.

  Only a faint purple aura remained, seemingly sensing that among this group of martial gods, only Tang Lin's cultivation was the lowest, and directly locked onto his body, rushing straight towards him.

  "Quickly!" Tang Xiao Feng exclaimed, preparing to turn around and push away Tang Lin.

  In Tang Lin's eyes, all the sounds in the world seemed to disappear. That purple light, like a shooting star, brought with it an aura that was as swift as lightning, and it came howling towards him, constantly expanding in his pupils. He desperately tried to urge his body to dodge out of the way, but his body felt as if it had been stunned, its movements becoming extremely slow.

  Then I felt a sharp pain on my forehead, and my head seemed to be about to explode in an instant.

  "Die!!" The voice of the Purple Winged Peng resonated in Tang Lin's mind, causing his eardrums to almost burst.

  Tang Lin's soul seemed to be in a daze.

  In a blank space, a faint humming sound arose, like a sharp beam of light cutting through the dark clouds, shattering that roaring voice instantly.

  "What is this, how is it possible? In your soul, there's actually a wise sword!" The Purple Winged Peng let out a terrified roar, clearly not expecting that Tang Lin, just a small martial artist, would have such an unthinkable thing in his soul.

  Tang Lin's consciousness came back to him, and he saw that in his mind, the Purple Winged Peng, whose body had shrunk countless times, was like a small purple bird, cowering in terror in a corner. Meanwhile, across his mind, a thin, delicate zither string stretched out horizontally.

  Tang Lin was shocked, this string was actually the same one that had disappeared from the mysterious painting.

  "Was it just now that this string saved me?" Tang Lin looked at the string, incredulous. The string that had disappeared from the painting was actually appearing in his mind.

  At this time, Er Jie's voice sounded in her ear, "Xiao Lin, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

  Tang Lin opened his eyes to see his second sister's anxious face, and a warmth rose in his heart. He shook his head and said, "I'm fine." As soon as he spoke, he discovered that his voice had become hoarse.

  At this time, the owner and others all appeared in front of Tang Lin. The owner looked at Tang Lin, his eyebrows furrowed, saying: "There is a very strong demonic energy on your body. Has the soul of the Purple Winged Peng entered your body and taken possession of you?"

  "Snatch a house?"

  " Possession is when your soul is consumed and then your body is taken over."

  Tang Lin shook his head and said, "No, it's still inside me. However, it seems to be afraid of me and hasn't moved."

  The owner was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded: "It should be that its soul burned too much, and it was heavily injured by my palm. Its soul power is no longer as strong as yours. You'd better take advantage of the opportunity to eliminate it and avoid future troubles!"

  Tang Lin nodded slightly.

  He manipulated the strings in his mind and cut towards the body of Zǐ Yì Dà Péng.

  The purple-winged Peng flew swiftly and erratically, begging in anguish: "Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I'll give you anything you want, I can teach you martial arts, give you the secrets of the ultimate martial arts manual, just don't kill me, don't..."

  Tang Lin heard its pitiful plea and couldn't bear it, hesitating for a moment before communicating spiritually: "Alright, you retract your demonic energy and I'll say that I killed you."

  The Purple Winged Peng was greatly surprised and hastily nodded its head, quickly withdrawing the demonic energy that was emanating from its body.

  Tang Lin opened his eyes and felt that the demonic energy was no longer emanating from his body, so he finally relaxed and respectfully said to the master of the pavilion: "I have already eliminated it."

  "Hmm." The owner nodded slightly, then let out a light sigh and said: "This time it was my mistake. Originally, I wanted you to come over and observe the demon's tribulation, to improve your mental state. But I didn't think that this Purple Winged Peng would be so formidable, enduring nine lightning punishments and still leaving behind such powerful spiritual energy. Fortunately, it didn't hurt you."

  Tang Lin was also relieved in his heart.

  After the big deal was over, everyone dispersed and went their separate ways. After this commotion, Tang Lin and Er Jie also lost interest in hunting and returned to Xing Ge.

  The brother and sister had finished their meal and were walking together in the square.

  Tang Xiaofeng discontentedly muttered: "Master is really something, saying he didn't expect it, I think he just doesn't have you in his heart."

  "Huh?" Tang Lin looked at her in confusion.

  "Master, with his extraordinary abilities and sharp mind, how could he not have anticipated these sudden events? I think he did anticipate them. His true intention was to let the Purple Winged Peng be caught off guard, possess us, and then assist us in refining the Purple Winged Peng's soul, thereby increasing the spiritual power of those possessed."

  Tang Xiaofeng said discontentedly, "He forgot that among these people, there is also you, everyone is a martial god, and I have the treasure given by my master, nothing will happen, but your strength is too low, and you don't have any powerful treasures to protect yourself, once possessed, it's very likely to be successfully seized!"

  "It's okay, the remaining soul power of this Purple Winged Peng's demon isn't strong, with your own soul power, you can eliminate it." Tang Xiao Feng pouted and said: "However, he won't help you refine the Purple Winged Peng's soul to enhance your essence, truly despicable. It seems that we still have to wait until three years later, when you're still standing firm in the Star Pavilion, before he'll acknowledge you as a member here."

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