It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

Just when everyone thought that everything was settled, something unexpected happened on stage.

The elder of Taiyue Temple, who was originally guarding the ring, suddenly changed his expression. He slapped the ring hard with his palm and flew directly onto the ring.

He formed his hands into claws and grabbed Yao Ce who was closest to him, "How dare you, you brat!"

However, he was still a step too slow, and the thing in Yao Ce's hand had already flown towards Zhang Zhiqi.

At the same time as Yao Ce made his move, the sword of Xuanqing Taoist of Qishan Taoist Temple was also unsheathed. Everyone saw a flash of silver light, flying straight towards the yellow talisman.

People in the audience took action one after another, but Zhang Zhiqi on the stage himself was a little slow to react.

He stood there with an incredible look on his face, watching Yao Ce, who was a few steps away from him, throwing something at him like crazy.

By the time he reacted, it was too late to hide!

"Why are you standing there like an idiot?" Song Tang patted Zhang Zhiqi's shoulder.

How did she get up there? There was an uproar at the scene.

Song Tang's speed was so fast that everyone even had an illusion that they saw Song Tang appear first and then noticed Yao Ce's little movement.

Song Tang grabbed Zhang Zhiqi's shoulders, shook him hard, and threw him off the stage.

Yan Fei and others in the audience finally reacted and saw their senior brother flying towards them like a human cannonball.

"Senior Brother—" Several people hurriedly tried to catch it, and they actually caught it.

When everyone's attention shifted from Zhang Zhiqi back to the stage, they saw Song Tang clenching his fists, as if he had grabbed something with his bare hands.

Song Tang exerted a little force on his palm, and when he opened his palm, only a handful of black ash remained in his palm.

"No, it's impossible!" Yao Ce shouted, "How is it possible that someone can crush the Explosion Talisman with bare hands? You are not a human! Who are you?"

Explosive Talisman! A type of bomb unique to Xuanmen.

If it is a complete version of the Exploding Talisman, everyone present will die!

The simplified version of the explosion charm is not as good as the firecrackers used during the New Year. Usually it is used to drive away ghosts and spirits, but it only causes minor damage.

It just so happens that the explosive talisman used by Yao Ce is somewhere in between the two, and its power is indeed quite powerful.

The distance was so close that even if the bomb failed to kill Zhang Zhiqi, it was more than enough to cripple him.

Who was it that was so intent on targeting Zhang Zhiqi? Or, was it her?

Patting the ashes on his palms, Song Tang avoided the sword blocking in front of him and walked slowly to the edge of the ring.

"Who gave it to you?" Song Tang looked down at Yao Ce lying on the ground.

Yao Ce was grabbed by the old man's shoulder and was lying on the ring like a dead dog.

He looked up at Song Tang, but he didn't see the expected anger, nor the contempt. In those eyes... there was nothing...

The other party clearly did nothing but looked at him quietly, but it made him tremble all over and he even couldn't control the urge to kneel down.

Yao Ce was trembling all over. He wanted to say he didn’t know, but his mouth opened uncontrollably: “Yes… yes… ah—ah—”

Something unexpected happened in the ring!

Yao Ce's whole body suddenly began to shake violently, and he spit out mouthfuls of dark red blood.

"Speak--" Song Tang pressed his palm on the other's chest, trying to protect his heart with the power of faith, but found that his body was melting rapidly.

She had to take her hand away and leave the power of her faith, and the body quickly turned into a pool of blood.

Yao Ce, such a living person, was turned into a pool of blood in front of everyone's eyes.

Song Tang's face turned pale, and his sharp eyes quickly swept over everyone present.

"Who!" The old man who had just grabbed Yao Ce was also so angry that his face turned red.

Although it is called a life-and-death fight, it usually does not involve a life-and-death situation.

The purpose of the Xuanmen event is friendly communication and exchange, and the greatest role of the life-and-death fight is to give everyone an opportunity to resolve personal grudges in an open and aboveboard manner.

You can fight without any worries, because you have the elders in your sect to back you up, so you will definitely not die.

Taoist Luo is the elder of Taiyue Temple, and was specially sent to be in charge of the life-and-death fight arena.

Who could have thought that accidents would happen again and again right under his nose today, and now one of the murderers died right under his nose.

This was like rubbing Taoist Luo's face on the ground. He was so angry that he roared, "You little rascals who only dare to attack from behind, if you have the guts, come out and fight me in single combat!"

No one knew what kind of skills Luo Daoren used, but this sentence was clearly heard by everyone.

Everyone in the audience was shocked, and after seeing Taoist Luo show off such a skill, they dared not even breathe.

The whole audience was silent for a long time, and no one came out to admit it.

"Hmph!" Taoist Luo snorted coldly.

He didn't expect that a harsh word would blow this person up, but he used this method to establish his authority. His Taiyue Temple was not to be trifled with, no matter what kind of demons and monsters, they should stay back!

He returned to the pool of blood with a solemn expression, and said to Song Tang in a muffled voice, "It is my Taiyue Temple that is at fault in this matter! I guarantee with my life that I will give Master Song a satisfactory answer before the Xuanmen Grand Meeting is over."

"Okay!" Song Tang stood up and clasped his fists, saying, "Then I will respectfully await the reply from Taiyue Temple."

They were afraid that Song Tang would be unreasonable and would not only affect the Xuanmen event, but also make the entire Taiyue Temple lose face.

The grand Xuanmen event held every three years has always been hosted by the top three Taoist temples in turn.

Logically speaking, it should be the turn of Qishan Taoist Temple this year, but the temple has been getting worse year by year, and even voluntarily handed over the hosting rights three years ago.

Taiyue Temple had finally secured the right to host the event, so naturally they wanted the Xuanmen event to end smoothly, so that they could firmly enter the top three of the top ten Taoist temples.

Now that Song Tang didn't care too much, Taoist Luo was secretly satisfied: He is not as rude as the outside world says.

He saluted towards Song Tang, asked someone to keep an eye on the pool of blood, and hurriedly left the scene.

Song Tang looked at Taoist Luo who was leaving, and didn't care about the blood stains on his hands. He said to the disciples below the stage: "Let's go back to the hotel first."

A lot of things happened today, and several disciples were quite frightened.

Especially Zhang Zhiqi! The senior brother who grew up with him actually wanted to kill him, which caused a huge shock to him.

Several people supported Zhang Zhiqi, who had a dazed expression, and planned to go down the mountain directly.

"Young friend!" Taoist Xuanqing called out to Song Tang.

Song Tang signaled his disciples to go first, and he stayed behind.

She looked back at the old Taoist priest with white hair and beard. Even though his grandson had almost gotten into trouble just now, he remained calm and collected.

Could it be that the person who hurriedly threw the magic weapon away just now was not Taoist Xuanqing himself?

As if he could see what Song Tang was thinking, Taoist Xuanqing remained expressionless.

He smiled and said, "My grandson has always had big ideas. He wants to leave the Qishan Taoist Temple and go to the Mountain God Temple to worship you as his master. I know about this."

"You know?" Now it was Song Tang's turn to be dumbfounded.