With only 8 years to live at the start, I'm going all in.

Chapter 245 Please, Master, accept your death in peace.

The young monk in black seemed to have an extreme thirst for killing. He looked at Ding Yi with his face twisted in a grotesque way, and at this moment he did not look like a monk at all.

"Ahhh, I'm so excited!! I hope you can bring me even more fun!"

The black-robed monk laughed loudly, and then a black mist suddenly appeared around his body, enveloping Ding Yi.

Ding Yi stood still, not reacting much to the approaching black mist, but observing it with great interest.

This is a nearly complete domain. It has to be said that the monk in front of us is so talented that he can cultivate such a domain with only the minor completion of the Divine Palace. His talent is probably not inferior to that of the Buddha's disciple.

Poor Wang Chuan, he was probably killed in seconds before he could even react.

Ding Yi shook his head, then strode towards the young monk.

Seeing Ding Yi's calm demeanor, the black-robed monk became even more excited and clasped his hands together. The next moment, the black mist suddenly transformed into giant hands, reaching out to grab Ding Yi's limbs.

This method of transforming internal energy into physical form is practically a dimensional reduction attack for martial artists at the Yuanqiao Realm.

But Ding Yi ignored it all, letting the large black hand grab him, as if he had given up resisting.

Upon seeing this, the young monk in black immediately showed a look of disappointment.

"I thought you were different and could help me improve my Buddhist skills, but alas."

As the young monk in black spoke, he slowly walked towards Ding Yi.

When he reached Ding Yi, he reached out, ready to take Ding Yi's head and collect it as his spoils, just like Wang Chuan.

But the next moment, Ding Yi suddenly revealed a strange smile.

"You little brat, I was really afraid you'd run away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong tremor suddenly surged from Ding Yi's body, and in just an instant, the black hand wrapped around him was shattered into powder.

"you!"

"Return to Origin - Overlapping Waves!!"

The black-robed monk was stunned for a moment, and then felt a powerful tremor suddenly come from in front of him. The black mist around him, including his indestructible divine power, shattered as if it were made of paper. Then his entire body was turned into blood foam and scattered into the void.

[You have killed the demonic monk of Baiyun Temple. Your lifespan has increased by 88 years and 123 days.]

Ding Yi glanced at the fleeting notification and then sighed with slight regret.

I had originally planned to leave the monk's complete corpse as an experiment for the resurrection technique, but now it seems that this guy couldn't even withstand my 8,000 frequency stacked waves, so leaving him would probably just make him a useless piece of trash.

"I almost thought I'd been discovered; I was a little nervous just now."

Ding Yi cursed, then turned his gaze to the battle in the distance.

Li Wanyun was standing on a rooftop, shaking a silver bell on her wrist. On the street below her, a dozen monks in robes were huddled up, clutching their heads and groaning in pain.

"I almost forgot, this girl also has this treasure!"

Upon seeing this, Ding Yi felt a sense of relief, but he quickly realized what was happening.

"Damn, there are so many materials, we can't let her get the scraps."

Ding Yi's heart tightened. He pushed off with one foot, and his body flew dozens of meters away. Then, in a flash, he arrived next to Li Wanyun.

Li Wanyun was startled by Ding Yi's sudden appearance and couldn't help but ask:

"What about the evil monk from Baiyun Temple?"

Ding Yi shook his head upon hearing this and said:

"I exchanged blows with him and was seriously injured, but he wasn't doing well either; I guess he's somewhere getting treatment."

The situation was urgent, and Li Wanyun didn't think carefully about Ding Yi's words. Instead, she hurriedly said to Ding Yi:

"I'm going to join Hong Yuan in killing that Buddha's disciple. I'm leaving this to you!"

After Li Wanyun finished speaking, she swayed, and a fragrant breeze wafted by, leaving Ding Yi standing there with a look of surprise on his face.

"That's really great!"

Ding Yi looked at the monks lying on the ground, clutching their heads and screaming, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

On the other side, in the center of the battlefield, muffled thuds echoed continuously from the point of engagement between Hong Yuan and Du Wang.

"Bang bang bang!!"

A golden and a crimson light intertwined in the air, distorting the surrounding void.

Finally, after a loud explosion, the two figures retreated rapidly and stood facing each other at a distance of several dozen meters.

At this moment, most of Hong Yuan's clothes were torn to shreds, revealing his blood-stained flesh.

His once sharp, angular muscles were now covered with fine cracks, but Hong Yuan remained calm as he looked at Du Wang opposite him.

Du Wang was also feeling unwell at the moment. His white kasaya was mostly torn, but his exposed skin was shimmering with golden light, making him appear to be unharmed.

This is the terrifying aspect of the god-worshipping talent. If a martial artist and a god-worshipping individual are evenly matched, the god-worshipping individual will inevitably gain the upper hand due to their talent.

"Not bad, not bad, but I don't understand. With your talent, why do you want to become a human assassin? Is it to kill me?"

Du Sha looked at Hong Yuan ahead and asked with a smile.

"You think too highly of yourself!"

Hong Yuan snorted coldly, and the bloodstains on his body were suddenly shaken into a blood mist that flew into the air. The wounds on his skin immediately began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Jingle Bell!!"

Just then, a bell rang in their ears, and Du Wang, who had been smiling, immediately changed his expression.

The next moment, a figure descended from the sky, and a burst of azure light suddenly erupted from her, enveloping Du Wang below.

"Today, you will die!!"

Hong Yuan shouted and rushed towards Du Wang like lightning. The ground along the way was ripped with furrows by his qi, as if it had been plowed.

Du Wang looked at the two people rushing towards him, a hint of doubt flashing across his face.

Both of them are geniuses in the Yuanqiao Realm, and one of them is even involved in the attack by someone from the Yin Yang Palace, which contradicts the information I received.

But what puzzled him most was why his cheap uncle-master hadn't shown up yet.

Just as Li Wanyun and Hong Yuan were attacking Du Wang, a hundred meters away on a street, Ding Yi looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

A lifespan of 178 years is practically equivalent to the minor completion of two Divine Palaces!

But just then, a voice suddenly rang out behind Ding Yi.

"The Chaotic God Sect actually has a genius like you. Judging from your age of no more than fifty, and the fact that your divine soul is concealed, I'm afraid you've already gone into a spiritual journey?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Yi slowly turned around and saw a thin old man wearing a gray kasaya smiling at him.

“Amitabha Buddha, monks do not lie. This old monk is over two thousand three hundred years old this year.”

Ding Yi looked at the old man, then suddenly put his hands together and said with a smile.

"..."

Upon hearing this, the old man's face immediately darkened, and he asked:

"Which secret disciple of the Chaotic God Cult are you? State your name."

Ding Yi smiled slightly upon hearing this, but did not reply. Instead, he slowly took out a map from his robes, glanced at it, and then carefully put it back into his robes before saying:

"This humble monk is Jiang Zhao, whose name is as bright as the sun and moon in the sky. Please, Master, face your death in peace!"