"Your turn."
After dealing with Zhang Yu, Jiang Pojun looked indifferently at Jiang Ling, who was struggling to hold on.
"Great Sun Brahma Heaven, purify!"
Without Zhang Yu's interference, he fully activated the blazing sun, and its light instantly surged, its dazzling radiance seemingly about to engulf the entire world.
"I hate it..."
The part of Jiang Ling's consciousness let out a roar of resentment.
"Old Deng! Wait—!"
Suddenly, a clear, melodious voice, tinged with a hint of cynicism, rang out.
Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared without warning not far in front of Jiang Ling, blocking the path of the destructive beam of light!
The person who came... was actually a monk?
"Amitabha-- "
The monk chanted a Buddhist mantra in a pretentious manner, but the chant was drawn out in a very long tone, more like a peculiar rhythm than a sutra recitation.
As the drawn-out Buddhist chant was uttered, an invisible and intangible sound wave, yet penetrating directly into the Divine Soul, spread out like ripples on water.
"Um?"
Jiang Pojun's expression changed slightly.
He had been focusing most of his attention on activating the Great Sun Brahma Heaven, and this sudden attack on his Divine Soul through sound waves was aimed directly at the mental weakness he had when casting the spell.
Caught off guard, his mind was shaken by the sound waves.
Who are you, you scoundrel?
Jiang Pojun was both surprised and furious, and demanded an explanation in a stern voice.
At the same time, he had to devote some of his energy to calming his mind and resisting the invasion of the ubiquitous and eerie sound waves.
This caused the power of Great Sun Brahma Heaven to be unconsciously reduced by a small portion.
Jiang Ling also suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the strange monk who had suddenly appeared.
The young monk ignored Jiang Pojun's questioning, his eyes fixed on Zhang Lingyun's stunning beauty, and he even exaggeratedly patted his bald head.
Wow!
That's incredible, that's incredible.
She has a great figure and great poise; she's absolutely stunning.
Tsk tsk, that figure, that face, those pitiful yet dangerous little eyes... It would be such a waste to kill her!
What a waste! What a terrible waste!
As he shook his head and commented, he turned to look at Jiang Pojun, whose face was ashen in the sky, and complained with a pained expression:
"Hey Old Deng, you really don't know how to be chivalrous!"
Such a stunningly beautiful woman, and you actually want to burn her to the ground?
..."
The monk was incredibly eloquent and spoke at lightning speed, leaving Jiang Pojun and Jiang Ling completely bewildered by his words.
In particular, his undisguised admiration for Jiang Ling's beauty made the atmosphere on the originally grim and desperate battlefield suddenly become... somewhat eerie.
The two men looked at the monk and felt he looked familiar, but they couldn't remember where they had seen him before.
Who exactly are you?
Jiang Pojun suppressed his anger and questioned him sharply.
"Are you Zhang Yu?"
Jiang Ling sensed the fluctuations in Zhang Lingyun's lingering will and asked a question in confusion.
"Wow, it's still the little sister who remembers her Brother. It wasn't for nothing that I risked my life to save you."
Come here, let your Brother give you a kiss, mwah~.
Upon hearing Jiang Ling's slightly surprised question, the young monk with the shiny bald head immediately lit up, his face showing exaggerated surprise and delight.
Then he actually pouted and pretended to move closer to Jiang Ling's pale face.
"Get out of here!!"
Although Jiang Ling was suppressed by the Great Sun Brahma Heaven to the point of being almost unable to move, she still couldn't help feeling a chill all over her body and desperately tried to dodge.
In fact, this monk was Zhang Yu using the One Qi Divine Ability into One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones, combined with certain of his own characteristics, and it carried a part of his true self.
"Oh dear, I'm so shy, I'm so shy."
The Incarnation in disguise wasn't annoyed by the reprimand; instead, he licked his lips, rubbed his hands together, and looked eager to try.
Jiang Ling felt a chill run down her spine, and even the consciousness belonging to Zhang Lingyun within her body experienced a violent fluctuation—how could her Eldest Brother have become like this?
Meanwhile, deep within the Heavenly Prison, everyone stared at Zhang Yu with a strange look at the monk's incarnation depicted in the image jade Incarnation.
Zhang Yu felt the menacing gazes of the crowd and couldn't help but cover his face, feeling utterly mortified.
"This One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones' theory is so unreliable; how could such a thing even exist?"
Zhang Yu roared inwardly, wishing he could rush out immediately, drag that shameful Incarnation back, and strangle him.
The crucial point is, this thing is even on his face!
Although their temperaments and mannerisms are completely different, anyone with discerning eyes can tell at a glance that their facial features and the underlying tone of their voices are inextricably linked to Zhang Yu.
"That... that thing... came out of Young Friend Zhang's body?"
A member of a collateral branch of the Xiao Family pointed at the bald monk drooling over Jiang Ling in the image jade talisman, looking as if he had seen a ghost.
"Could it be that young friend Zhang has used some extraordinary clone Divine Ability?"
Xiao Xuan swallowed hard, and finally lied, saying, "It's just that this clone... well, it's too unique."
He felt his own face burning with embarrassment as he said those words.
"What do you mean by having personality? I think it's just being cheap and lewd."
Hu Qingxuan didn't care about any of that and muttered to herself.
Xiao Meier secretly tugged at Xiao Fenghua's sleeve and whispered in her ear:
"Sister Fenghua, look, look."
"What did I tell you? This guy's a repressed pervert."
Xiao Fenghua blushed and gave Zhang Yu a strange look.
Zhang Yu's feelings at this moment can no longer be described as simple embarrassment or shame.
That was utter social death.
Moreover, this thing originated from his body and is now attached to his face; he wants to explain, but he's powerless to do so.
On the battlefield, Jiang Pojun was also thoroughly disgusted by the Flower Monk.
Suddenly, a warning bell rang in his heart without warning.
An extremely subtle killing intent appeared behind him without warning, aiming directly at the vital point in the back of Qiu Ruobai's Physical Body, which his Remnant Soul was attached to.
"Court death!"
Although Jiang Pojun was startled, he remained calm. After all, he was a powerful figure who had once dominated a region, and his fighting instincts were deeply ingrained in his soul.
Without even turning around, he slapped his back with his palm.
"Bang!"
A deep, resounding boom, filled with energy.
Although the attacker was knocked back, the sword still tore a small gash in Jiang Pojun's protective aura, leaving a deep wound that exposed bone in his back!
Bright red blood gushed out instantly, but was immediately evaporated by the intense heat, leaving a burning pain and a strange numbness at the wound.
Jiang Pojun suddenly turned his head to look at the attacker.
Just a few dozen feet away, a figure dressed in a black Daoist robe appeared, bearing a seven or eight-point resemblance to Zhang Yu, but with a completely different demeanor.
The man was holding a simple, antique-looking short sword, staring coldly at him.
This is Zhang Yu's other Incarnation.
"Flower Monk, stop being such a fangirl and get to work!"
The Black-robed Daoist's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.
"Okay."
The Flower Monk chuckled, his frivolous expression instantly vanishing, and his eyes sharpened.
Before the words were even finished, the two of them moved simultaneously!
The Flower Monk's Movement Method were agile and elusive; his steps appeared chaotic, yet they subtly followed a mysterious trajectory.
He was muttering incantations, but they weren't from proper Buddhist scriptures; instead, they were some nonsensical, laughable folk rhymes.
But to Jiang Pojun, it made him inexplicably irritable, his Qi and Blood fluctuated, and even his perception of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi became somewhat sluggish.
The Black-robed Daoist was even more enigmatic. He seemed to be able to blend into the gaps between light and shadow, his figure appearing and disappearing at will. Every time he appeared, he was sure to be a weak point in Jiang Pojun's defense.
The two, one in the open and one in the shadows, one disrupting and one killing, cooperated with unparalleled synergy, as if they were of one mind.
Moreover, the power they used was extremely strange, not pure Martial Dao True Qi.
Instead, it was a kind of strange power that Jiang Pojun had never seen before, a mixture of Martial Dao Qi and Blood, Divine Soul power, and even a trace of something indescribable.
Their attack methods are also quite different from those of this world; they are cunning, unpredictable, and impossible to defend against.
"The Great Sun Burning Heaven, the World-Cleansing Divine Light!"
Jiang Pojun was both shocked and furious. He dared not be careless any longer and activated the Radiant Sun above his head with all his might, unleashing a dazzling light.
However, this time the focus was on the monk and the Daoist priest.
However, the Flower Monk let out a strange laugh and swung his short stick even more rapidly.
The incoherent slang he uttered seemed to transform into tangible musical notes, constantly assaulting Jiang Pojun's mind.
The Black-robed Daoist flashed, appearing as if teleported behind Jiang Pojun. His short sword silently pierced the back of Jiang's neck, the tip gleaming with a ghostly light that seemed capable of swallowing light itself.
Although their Cultivation levels were clearly inferior to Jiang Pojun's Remnant Soul, their strange power system and perfect teamwork allowed them to temporarily entangle Jiang Pojun.