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Chapter 1310: Chapter 363: Li Half-Saint’s Terrifying Connections Lead the Attack on the Temple—How Could a God Not Be Killable?

Hua Manlou spread his hands.

Li Che’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.

However, as soon as Hua Manlou finished speaking, Fang Shangzhen’s Daoist robe fluttered, and he shot a disdainful glance at Hua Manlou, indifferently saying, ”The Great Supervising Minister’s intention.”

”Mystic Turtle.”

The words fell.

The palm-sized turtle resting on Li Che’s shoulder suddenly lazily lifted its head, leaped forward, and plunged into the waters of the Grand Canal.

BOOM——!!!

A terrifying explosion echoed, and the river water instantly boiled, then surged as if a massive wave had been upheaved, roaring with a torrent like a waterfall, violently crashing on the river surface, stirring rolling waves.

And a more fearsome and overwhelming Qi-Blood swelled like a mountain collapsing and seas overturning!

Air currents roiled, huge waves surged, and silt swelled forth!

Hua Manlou, standing on the river’s surface, his expression changed slightly.

Crack crack crack——!

Above the firmament, currents instantly intertwined like a vast net!

A terrifying demon energy boiled, presenting a cyan hue that made the night instantly misty!

The Grand Canal surged, water waves surged to the sky!

Then, countless water vapors steamed up as if forming massive clouds converging on the river surface!

The clouds tore open, revealing a colossal Mystic Turtle’s head, huge as a small house, blocking out the sky, slowly lowering before Hua Manlou.

Crack crack!

Thunder serpents roamed the sky, illuminating the abruptly boiling Grand Canal.

Many flower boats were instantly swept away by the waves, causing many people in disheveled clothes to flee from the boats.

But as they fled, they were crushed by the terrifying demon energy and pressure of the Mystic Turtle, smashing into the river like dumplings.

”Xuan Turtle Demon King!”

Hua Manlou’s clothes clung to his body, his expression extremely unsightly.

Of course, he recognized this Mystic Turtle, as it was the steed of the Great Supervising Minister, extremely powerful, capable of connecting the Netherworld with reality, rarely appearing, and once it appears, it represents the will of the Great Supervising Minister!

”So it’s Senior Mystic Turtle... it seems indeed to be the Great Supervising Minister’s intention, then naturally I will not obstruct.”

Hua Manlou folded his paper fan, smiled, and said.

However, there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

This Li Che...

What exactly is his relationship with the Great Supervising Minister?

To be able to summon even the Mystic Turtle Medicine King?

The Mystic Turtle glanced at Hua Manlou indifferently, daring to disrupt his eating, that would be an unending enmity!

Fortunately, this person was quite sensible, otherwise, the Mystic Turtle wouldn’t mind causing trouble for the Temple Control Bureau’s brash man, and give this person a good beating.

At this moment, the Mystic Turtle unleashed its full power, with terrifying Qi-Blood as blazing as burning coals, his flesh writhing intensely, as if containing a terrifying force supporting the firmament under the turtle shell.

”Then I thank Governor Hua for leading the way.”

Li Che cupped his hands, speaking in a friendly manner.

Hua Manlou looked at Li Che, not daring to underestimate him anymore, he nodded in return, then personally led the way ahead, swiftly crossing many flower boats along the Grand Canal.

Fang Shangzhen, Yue Taofu, Lv Taibai, Shi Jian, and Li Che sitting on the Mystic Turtle’s shell, also followed.

This terrifying lineup caused the flower boats on the Grand Canal to be pushed to the two sides of the riverbank.

In the shocked and solemn eyes of the many cultivators, several terrifying figures headed to the Seven Treasures Relics Ruyi Golden Heavenly King Tower Mysterious Temple.

The Mysterious Temple was located in the Grand Canal, looking from afar, a golden shrine as if cast in gold sat upon it, even the deep night could not conceal its brilliance.

Around the golden shrine, distorted Strange Que and Mysterious Fog intertwined obscuringly.

Several small boats were moored next to it, on the boats were Divine Envoys of the Temple Control Bureau sitting cross-legged, cultivating their Qi-blood and Divinity.

Suddenly.

Many Divine Envoys abruptly opened their eyes, drawing the standardized divine weapons from their waists, faces extremely solemn.