I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 555: Divine Disciple Mask

Ren Tianying had no connections with Ji Yuanfang, and had merely met this Prince Liang a few times.

Although Ji Yuanfang had a good reputation outside, no matter how good it was, he wouldn’t risk so much to help him.

Si Tianli smiled and said, "Ren Zhenfu is indeed straightforward, so I won’t beat around the bush.

The Prince Liang wants something from this relic, so he sent me to seize it.

However, Han Zheng will definitely not let me succeed, and Ruyi Heavenly God Venerate might also interfere, so I genuinely need your assistance, Ren Zhenfu.

Once the matter is accomplished, Prince Liang will ensure your future, allowing you to leave the Demon Cleansing Bureau and directly become a general in the military.

And frankly speaking, the rules of the Demon Cleansing Bureau are too many and cumbersome. Their way of doing things isn’t satisfying, unlike the freedom you would have in the military."

"Then you have found the right person. My time trapped here was not wasted, as I’ve nearly explored the entire relic.

However, some things are too bizarre, and I didn’t dare touch them with my current power.

If Prince Liang wants something, I will find it for him."

Si Tianli squinted and said, "What Prince Liang desires is simple: it’s the national fate of the Youxin Ancient Country!"

Ren Tianying abruptly lifted his head, his face full of shock.

National fate? What does Ji Yuanfang intend to do? What is he planning?

But under the half-smiling expression of Si Tianli, Ren Tianying hesitated for a moment but still nodded.

...

At this moment, Han Zheng and the others were heading directly towards the altar where the last King of Youxin Country resided, not sparing time to check other altars for dangers or opportunities along the way.

Upon reaching the place, everyone’s heart sunk.

The Ruyi Heavenly God Venerate had already arrived at the altar, sitting cross-legged on a golden lotus platform.

Around him were densely packed giant blood-colored incense sticks, each two meters tall and as thick as a person, forming an exotic and mysterious array.

Behind the Ruyi Heavenly God Venerate floated a golden figure in mid-air, its limbs tightly bound by bronze chains.

These gigantic incense sticks were burning, and the blood-colored incense was continually surging into the golden figure’s body.

"You guys are fast, but unfortunately, still a step late,"

the Ruyi Heavenly God Venerate chuckled, exuding a confident demeanor.

His initial plan was completely thwarted by Han Zheng, but who would have thought that fate would favor him when the relic of the Youxin Ancient Country suddenly appeared, granting him another opportunity.

Furthermore, this divine body of the last King of Youxin Ancient Country was even more perfect than the one he crafted, more suited to be the vessel for Cisheng Old Mother’s descent!

Han Zheng frowned slightly, "This guy is fast. How did he pinpoint this location?"

"The Ruyi Heavenly God Venerate possesses the Incense Fire Divine Skill, which has a slight connection with divine power in a way.

So he can completely sense the presence of the divine body relying on the power of the Incense Fire Divine Tree."

Wen Tingyun speculated.

Han Zheng glanced at Yan Xuankong and secretly transmitted, "You too possess the Incense Fire Divine Power now, why didn’t you sense the divine body’s location?"

"How long has the Ruyi Heavenly God Venerate mastered this power compared to me? I’m doing well just being able to use it smoothly now." Yan Xuankong said confidently.

Han Zheng did not argue with Yan Xuankong any further and sternly commanded, "Attack!"

The power emitted by these blood-colored giant incense sticks was incredibly astonishing, continuously infusing into the divine body of the last King of Youxin Ancient Country, and who knows when Cisheng Old Mother might descend.

The Ruyi Heavenly God Venerate chuckled lightly and, with a wave of his hand, a figure shrouded entirely in golden light suddenly descended, launching a punch at everyone present.

Yan Xuankong snorted coldly, launching a punch as golden divine radiance blossomed.

With Yan Xuankong’s current divine body, any Gang Qi Essence would be suppressed and dissolved by his Incense Fire Divine Power.

But the figure fell without any effect, and an immense force suddenly struck, directly knocking Yan Xuankong airborne.

"What is this thing?"

Yan Xuankong looked at his numb arms in shock.

This divine body was solidified by Incense Fire Willpower, incredibly tough, and could even negate True Essence Gang Qi, undoubtedly stronger than his previous body, yet now was knocked away with a single punch.

Everyone focused their eyes and discovered that the attacker was actually Nie Yangcheng.

However, Nie Yangcheng’s current state seemed somewhat odd.

He was surrounded by a layer of golden light, which appeared like Incense Fire Willpower yet wasn’t the same.

His eyes were vacant and dazed, with his facial flesh constantly distorting, transforming into various faces switching continuously, extremely bizarre.

"It’s the Divine Disciple Mask!"

Wen Tingyun’s expression was grave: "In the history of the Smell Fragrance Sect, the most devout disciple’s faces were flayed and refined into masks with Secret Techniques before death to retain part of their power, known as Divine Disciple Masks.

Anyone else wearing the Divine Disciple Mask would be possessed by it, inheriting its power while losing their mind, becoming fearless of death.

The power of the Divine Disciple Mask is cumulative; normally, it only consolidates a few faces’ power, yet the mask Nie Yangcheng is wearing now has at least hundreds of faces!

Such a level of Divine Disciple Mask is a rarity in the entire Smell Fragrance Sect.

Nie Yangcheng colluded with the Smell Fragrance Sect, attempting to exploit them, but was schemed by the Ruyi Heavenly God Venerate to put on this Divine Disciple Mask and now cannot remove it.

However, an Yang God Realm Great Grandmaster wearing such a level of Divine Disciple Mask, the strength is unimaginable indeed."

Once a Divine Disciple Mask is put on, it cannot be removed, hence it’s usually worn by those followers within the Smell Fragrance Sect who aren’t highly skilled but are devout believers, transforming them into the most obedient combat puppets.

An Yang God Realm Great Grandmaster is on the level of the Nine Heavens Guardian Divine Venerable, hardly possible to wear a Divine Disciple Mask.

Nie Yangcheng must have been caught off-guard and consequently became like this due to the Ruyi Heavenly God Venerate’s scheme.

"You sure know a lot about our Smell Fragrance Sect, knowing about the Divine Disciple Mask, so don’t waste your efforts,"

the Ruyi Heavenly God Venerate chuckled, yet didn’t expect Han Zheng and the others to give up.

With a wave of his hand, Nie Yangcheng surged forth, enveloped in blinding golden light, toward Han Zheng.

He himself continued chanting on the golden lotus platform, with the blood-colored incense burning more vigorously, pouring into the divine body.

"You all go destroy those blood-colored giant incense sticks, while signaling Zen Master Pu Du and others to come. Yan and I...Xiahou Xuan will handle Nie Yangcheng."

These blood-colored giant incense sticks were linked by an array, Wen Tingyun immediately directed Xu Cunbao and others to dismantle it.

Simultaneously, Xu Cunbao fired a signal flare, its splendid and dazzling Spirit Stone brilliance burst forth.

However, the relic of the Youxin Ancient Country was too vast; if Zen Master Pu Du was too far from them, he might not be able to arrive in time.

Seeing Nie Yangcheng emitting golden light charging up, Yan Xuankong snorted coldly, his figure moving like a burst of eight arms, frantically attacking Nie Yangcheng.

Having been knocked flying by Nie Yangcheng earlier, he was holding a grudge secretly.

The Divine Disciple Mask also possessed Incense Fire Divine Power, nullifying his power suppression effect on Nie Yangcheng significantly.

Thus, Yan Xuankong almost unleashed the limits of his physique, attacking madly with punches, palms, prints, and finger strikes, effortlessly employing various bodily combat techniques, maximizing each strike’s lethality.

Yet, Nie Yangcheng seemed totally unfazed, shrouded in a layer of hazy, chaotic golden aura, unaffected by Yan Xuankong’s wild offensives.

In the next instant, scorching golden light erupted like a colossal furnace explosion, and the immense impact force instantly sent Yan Xuankong flying.

"How many attributes of power has this guy fused?"

Yan Xuankong looked horrified; this wasn’t mere force but a fusion of various mixed and overlaying attributes.

He sensed over a hundred types already!

But the next moment, accompanied by the enraged roar of an Ape Demon, a giant hand spanning hundreds of meters crashed down, as if suppressing heaven and earth, directly slamming Nie Yangcheng harshly into the ground!

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