Chapter 1511 - 452: [Deserved Death]_3

Chapter 1511: Chapter 452: [Deserved Death]_3

Hmm, so even an evil cultivator can go into seclusion. Chen Yan nodded.

He stared at this door for a while, then looked around at the grand hall.

With his cultivation and perspective, he naturally saw many extraordinary things.

The stone door was covered with carved patterns - as was the entire hall.

Around the hall, there were also seventeen stone pillars.

On the pillars, on the floor, and even on the ceiling above, there were symbols carved that he couldn’t understand.

But, clearly, these form an array!

Although Chen Yan couldn’t understand these runes, based on what he learned about the basic principles of arrays, and his judgment and calculation on the flow and rhythm of primordial qi, he quickly guessed part of the array’s function.

This array could conceal sounds and traces, suppress, and hide the fluctuations of the primordial qi flow here.

At the same time, it could also fend off some powerful impacts - probably a function for explosion and shock resistance.

He couldn’t understand more functions; after all, without knowing the runes, he could only infer a part through the laws of primordial qi flow.

No wonder the sacrificial priest didn’t come out when I made a commotion outside, as this array isolated sound and movement, so he hid in his lair in seclusion, couldn’t sense the disturbances outside - probably to avoid his cultivation being disturbed by external sounds.

After taking a closer look, Chen Yan withdrew his gaze.

The female cultist chattered her teeth, trembling all over, and tentatively whispered, "I, I’ve already brought you here, can you please not kill me..."

Before she could finish speaking, suddenly, under the influence of an invisible force, her head suddenly spun 360 degrees in place!

Then she fell to the ground sideways, not making a sound, and the breath stopped.

Only then did Chen Yan withdraw his gaze.

Evil cultist, just deserved what she got.

After casually killing the female cultist, Chen Yan stood before this stone door belonging to the sacrificial priest, lightly exhaled.

Then he laughed, operating his primordial qi, gradually broke through the isolation of the array with his voice, word by word, penetrating the array and sending it behind the stone door.

"Sacrificial priest, wake up, a guest has arrived!"

After saying this, Chen Yan lightly flicked his sleeve.

With a boom, the stone door in front of him exploded! Breaking into pieces!

As Chen Yan waved his sleeve, not even a speck of dust could come close to him, separated by an invisible force.

Chen Yan stood at the doorway like that.

Suddenly, a mass of black gas roared out from inside the door!

The black gas surged out the door, fleeing towards the entrance of the grand hall.

Chen Yan chuckled, extending his hand, and opened his five fingers, releasing five ’finger swords’ at the same time.

The five finger swords pierced through the black gas fleeing in midair, and the gas abruptly fell to the ground, transforming into a human shape.

The sacrificial priest lay on the ground, opening his mouth and screaming in agony.

Chen Yan, with a cold expression, slowly approached, gently flicking his fingers, the sacrificial priest’s body on the ground was then pulled by an invisible force, quickly forming a ’big’ shape.

Seeing the primordial qi fluctuating around the sacrificial priest, attempting to resist his manipulation, Chen Yan said nothing, flicking his fingers a few more times.

Four finger swords shot out, piercing the sacrificial priest’s wrists and ankles, pinning him firmly to the ground!

Now, the sacrificial priest couldn’t move at all.

"Not running? Now can we have a nice chat, right?"

The sacrificial priest cast an angry and venomous glance at Chen Yan, muttering something vicious, possibly cursing.

Chen Yan sighed, gently flicked a finger.

A burst of blood exploded from the sacrificial priest’s left wrist, his entire left hand separated from the wrist!

Blood gushed out wildly from the wrist!

The sacrificial priest howled in pain, his body struggled violently, and with his left wrist severed, he could move his left arm, his body trying to twist in pain, but only his left arm could move, his right hand and both legs were still firmly pinned to the ground.

"Now can we talk?" Chen Yan asked again.

The sacrificial priest continued to wail in agony.

Chen Yan pursed his lips, flicked his fingers again.

This time, the sacrificial priest’s right ankle exploded, his right foot separated from his body.

The sacrificial priest screeched sharply, his voice already thoroughly distorted.

Yet this guy remained defiant, probably knowing he was doomed today, still not answering Chen Yan’s questions, only crying out in pain, mixed with venomous curses against Chen Yan.

"A tough guy, huh? Well, I damn love tough guys."

Chen Yan, with a calm expression, again separated the remaining hand and foot from this guy’s body.

The sacrificial priest, with his limbs completely useless, twisted and rolled on the ground, his agonized cries echoed throughout the underground grand hall.

Chen Yan stood in place, watching this guy whine for a while, then turned, and walked into the sacrificial priest’s stone chamber.

A moment later, Chen Yan emerged, holding a "Shadow-Splitting Blade" he had just found.

At this point, he had two Shadow-Splitting Blades in hand.

Moreover, there was a sheepskin booklet.

Chen Yan flipped through it casually; densely recorded was a list.

It seemed to be the member list of this "True God"-worshiping organization, with numbers after each name, probably the money they offered.

Casually tossing these things into his Storage Jade Pendant, Chen Yan strolled around the perimeter of this hall.

Seventeen stone doors, apart from the room where the sacrificial priest secluded himself for training, there were sixteen stone chambers.

He blew open each door, checking each room.

The result left Chen Yan a bit speechless.

In three of the rooms, they were filled with...

Gold bars!

And in two of the rooms, piled up neatly and sealed with plastic, turned out to be stack upon stack of US Dollars arranged like bricks!

Chen Yan couldn’t help but laugh, glancing back at the sacrificial priest wailing on the ground.

"Does the True God also use US Dollars?"

Additionally, there were two rooms where cold weapons were placed, but they seemed rusted, not knowing how many years these had been stored since the cold weapon era.

Long and short knives, light and heavy weapons, even shields and armor.

Most were already rusted and decayed, though a few still looked quite decent.

These items were no longer practically valuable but could still serve as collectibles.

The last room, however, was filled with firearms.

With AK47s hanging on one wall and boxes of ammunition, Chen Yan laughed.

The final few rooms were all empty.

Chen Yan considered everything with a smile, storing it all into his Storage Jade Pendant.

Chen Yan confirmed that the entire fortune of this organization had been thoroughly emptied by him.

Including the path he carved through outside, there was a Treasure Room with their gold... Probably, after taking everything, this organization really has nothing left.

The sacrificial priest’s painful wails had weakened, and Chen Yan walked back to the sacrificial priest’s side.

This guy’s breath was already weak.

After all, he was just mortal; with such heavy injuries and such blood loss, he was clearly at his life’s end.

Even at the brink of death, the sacrificial priest continued glaring at Chen Yan fiercely, lips slightly moving, still muttering curses.

"In your next life, don’t be a human, be a pig or a dog instead."

With a wave of Chen Yan’s hand, the sacrificial priest’s neck was snapped. Then Chen Yan pulled out a Fire-igniting Talisman, tossing it onto the priest, the primordial qi invoked, and a flame spread over the sacrificial priest’s body, burning it.

Chen Yan watched the priest’s body burn in the flames, glanced a few times, then suddenly let out a "huh".

On the ground, the large amounts of fresh blood that had flowed from the priest’s severed limbs converged into a pool, yet the blood flowed in a certain direction.

Finally, it gathered at the center of the hall.

Chen Yan walked over, looking at the double-headed snake relief on the ground in the center of the hall, and the recessed spot at the snake’s mouth.

The sacerdotal priest’s blood, after gathering there, seeped through the snake’s mouth.

Chen Yan laughed.

He raised his right hand high, spreading and curling his five fingers, forming a claw-like pose.

Then, activating his "finger sword", his primordial qi gathered and consolidated!

With a sudden palm strike, five finger swords shot deep into the ground, with the qi streaming, fixing them tightly below!

Chen Yan lightly exhaled, flipping his wrist.

With a boom, a mass of stone slabs left the ground, an enormous rock being lifted from the surface!