Melee

Faced with the attacks of two super-powerful beings, the Bodhisattva Gara Tree surprisingly did not choose to defend, but instead summoned the Vajra form, a symbol of power and majesty, with twelve arms growing from its back.

With a flame mark between his eyebrows and a blazing ring of fire behind his head, Vajra Dharma Image descended with overwhelming power the moment he appeared, vaguely displaying an aura that rivaled that of Shen Shu behind him and Xu Qi'an in front of him.

The collision of the three forces distorted the surrounding space.

After summoning the Vajra Dharma Form, Gara Tree suddenly turned around and rode the Vajra Dharma Form to actively meet Shen Shu.

Bang, bang, bang. Amidst the metallic clanging sounds, the two Vajra statues, with their twenty-four pairs of arms, palms pressed together and fingers interlocked, engaged in a struggle.

"Boom!"

Beneath the two statues, the rocks cracked, and the fissures spread into the mountainside with a "crack," tearing the rock mass apart.

The struggle between the two statues was silent and without any clash of energy. All their power was transmitted to the mountain through their legs, causing the cracks to widen rapidly and rocks to tumble down.

At this moment, the monks were carrying the Zen master and frantically fleeing into the depths of Aranda. Those who were slower were immediately swallowed up by the cracks in the ground.

Xu Qi'an leaped high into the air, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, raised the Zhenguo Sword above his head, and fiercely slashed at the back of Vajra Dharma Image's head.

With his current explosive power, he could break through the Vajra Dharma Form, the second strongest defensive formation in Buddhist School, with a single strike.

At that time, a Movement Method three zhang tall appeared above the head of the Bodhisattva Guangxian. This image had its hands clasped together, its head bowed, and its face full of compassion.

"With great compassion and mercy, never slackening, always seeking good deeds, and benefiting all beings."

As soon as the words fell, chanting filled the air, and a golden light shone down from the sky, illuminating the compassionate Buddha image and causing the three-zhang-tall Buddha image to radiate boundless golden light.

The golden light reflected in Xu Qi'an's eyes, inexplicably stirring up feelings of compassion for humanity within him, making it difficult for him to strike with the Zhenguo Sword in his hand.

The form of great compassion is the most powerful means of the Bodhisattva Guangxian.

Seeing this, Daoist Jinlian did not hesitate. Her spirit separated from her body, and her eyes shone with golden light as she looked at Xu Qi'an.

The Yang Spirit is formed after the Golden Core Elixir is perfected. Just as the Golden Core Elixir can break all laws, so too can the Yang Spirit. It is meant to help crude martial artists break through the effects of "Great Compassion and Mercy".

Just then, dark clouds covered the clear sky, and an exaggerated bolt of lightning, as thick as a water vat, crashed down, striking the body of Daoist Jinlian.

The Rain Master has made his move.

Nalan Tianlu, who had been lying in wait in the distance, seized the opportunity and launched a decisive attack.

A second-rank rain master is one who can summon wind and rain, and is most skilled at manipulating weather and using divine punishment.

If Nalan Tianlu were to unleash the full power of the Rain Master, by accumulating its might, it could even summon divine punishment, causing Daoist Jinlian to prematurely undergo the tribulation of a terrestrial immortal.

If Jinlian dies from the heavenly tribulation, Nalan Tianlu won't even suffer any backlash, because it's the heavenly tribulation that kills, what does it have to do with him, Nalan Tianlu?

At the second rank, the Rain Master is the one who specifically counters the Daoist School.

Sun Xuanji, who was beside him, reacted extremely quickly. The teleportation array beneath his feet expanded, enveloping the Golden Lotus Daoist's body. The next second as the lightning pillar descended, he teleported him dozens of feet away.

Boom!

The lightning bolt struck the ground below, blasting up hundreds of kilograms of soil and creating a crater a meter in diameter.

Asuro's head was engulfed in flames with a hiss, and then, like a fighter jet, he plunged headlong into Nalan Tianlu amidst a sonic boom.

During this process, Sun Xuanji deployed the cannons and unleashed a barrage of fire at Nalan Tianlu to buy time for Asuluo, but the cannonballs deviated from their trajectories, some turning left and right, others firing wildly into the sky, all missing their mark.

This is the ability of a spiritual master.

First, learn the rules, then influence some simpler rules, such as changing the range of artillery, the flight distance of Law Technique, the stride distance, and so on.

Upon reaching the Rain Master realm, one can begin to grasp the rules of heaven and earth.

Of course, Confucian School simply and crudely changes the rules, so there is a fundamental difference between the two.

Nalan Tianlu quickly retreated, using the modified rules to greatly increase his flight speed, while simultaneously reaching out to unleash a curse-killing technique from a distance!

Asuro's body surface showed obvious dents, as if sheet metal had been severely chiseled.

The curse spells were relentlessly applied to him, each dent causing his body to tremble violently. Although these injuries were essentially harmless to the son of the Asura King, they effectively slowed his flight.

"Turning back is the right path!"

Asura recited the mantra with a cold laugh.

The power of discipline descended upon Nalan Tianlu from afar, interrupting his retreat and causing him to turn around uncontrollably.

But the next second, the power of the discipline vanished, and Nalan Tianlu continued his escape.

For powerful individuals of the same level, the duration of the effects of discipline is extremely effective.

The two chased and fled, their curses and precepts influencing each other, resulting in a bizarre stalemate.

On the other side, a female bodhisattva dressed in white, with flowing black hair, appeared before Li Miaozhen and the others.

It appeared abruptly, without any warning.

Without the slightest energy fluctuation, or even a wisp of wind, she was in the direction of the main temple of Aranya one moment, and the next moment, she had traversed a distance of hundreds of feet.

At this moment, in the main hall of Aranta, there was still a stunningly beautiful figure in flowing white robes.

This isn't teleportation; it's extreme speed.

Li Miaozhen and the others felt a jolt in their brows and reacted accordingly, but the next second, everyone's expressions froze on their faces, and everyone's movements froze. Zhao Shou's hand, which was flicking his scholar's cap, got stuck at his chest.

Li Miaozhen made a hand seal with both hands, but only half of it.

The nine tails of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox had barely emerged three inches before coalescing behind her.

The Bear King fell asleep peacefully.

Within a radius of sixty feet, everything lost its color, turning into pure black and white.

People and things are like a black and white photograph.

No, this is bad. My brain is slowing down. Li Miaozhen's thinking is like an ox stuck in the mud.

This is the Colorless Glazed Realm. Zhao Shou's mind worked faster than Li Miaozhen's.

A small, curved jade knife appeared from the fluttering sleeve of the Crystal Bodhisattva. Then, she looked at Zhao Shou, who was wearing a scholar's cap and holding a carving knife.

Within the realm shrouded in colorless glass, only the Confucian sage's carving knife remained a pristine black, unaffected by anything.

She concluded that Zhao Shou was the most threatening figure among the extraordinary beings present.

Fortunately, at his current level, he is unable to unleash the true power of the carving knife.

Just then, the glass Bodhisattva, who was about to throw the jade scimitar at Zhao Shou, suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her, causing her to unconsciously close her eyes, her consciousness becoming hazy, and she drifted into a state between sleep and wakefulness.

This deep sleep lasted less than a breath before Liuli, being a first-rank Bodhisattva, quickly broke free from her drowsiness.

She was about to finish her unfinished action—to thrust her jade dagger at Zhao Shou.

Suddenly, a terrifying, overwhelming killing intent surged from behind her. Then, the colorless glass domain she had unleashed crumbled like a shattered mirror with a "crash."

Without any hesitation, the Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva immediately used the power of the "Practitioner's Dharma Form" to evade the attack from behind.

She returned to Aranya, back to Guangxian's side, and only then did she turn around to look.

Just then, they saw the colorless glass domain crumbling and collapsing, and they saw Xu Qi'an's dashing figure wielding his sword.

"His combat prowess has surpassed that of the then-supervisor."

The rosy lips of the Crystal Bodhisattva moved slightly, her tone no longer indifferent and ruthless, but showing a hint of apprehension.

"A first-rank martial artist with secret techniques, it's not surprising that he broke through your domain." Bodhisattva Guangxian shook his head regretfully.

Unfortunately, they failed to kill the extraordinary expert from the Great Feng.

"This is terrifying! I had absolutely no chance to fight back," Li Miaozhen muttered under her breath.

Zhao Shou let out a breath:

"A first-rank official can easily kill three second-rank officials."

Xu Qi'an said in a deep voice:

"Fly as low as possible, spread your robes out, and give me an opportunity to use Shadow Leap."

The extraordinary individuals nodded slightly.

The nine-tailed celestial fox coiled one of its tails around the bear king and hurled it fiercely towards Alanda, uttering a soft shout:

"Kill all the bald monks!"

The Bear King crashed into the depths of Aranta like a meteorite.

Li Miaozhen, Zhao Shou, Sun Xuanji, and the others then rode the wind towards the main hall.

The great battle unfolded instantly, divided into two distinct parts: one battlefield consisted of the two Vajra Dharma Images, and the other, centered on Xu Qi'an and supported by a host of extraordinary beings, was a battle between the Lapis Lazuli Bodhisattva and the Bodhisattva Guangxian.

The extraordinary individuals used a variety of wits and courage to outwit each other.

Just then, at the mountain peak, the two Vajra statues that had collapsed the main peak of Aranta soon determined the victor. The golden statues first had their twelve arms torn apart by the dark statues, and then twenty-four fists pounded into their chests like pile drivers.

Bang!

The golden Dharma imagery collapsed on the spot, transforming into a raging wind and golden light that swept in all directions.

Xu Qi'an and the others' eyes lit up. In their plan, destroying the Vajra Dharma Form of the Gara Tree was a crucial step.

This means that the Gara Tree's strongest offensive capability has been directly destroyed.

Next, amidst the entanglement of Guangxian Bodhisattva, Liuli Bodhisattva, and Nalan Tianlu, the task is to break the form of Fudo Myo-o and slay this strongest Bodhisattva in Buddhist School.

The outskirts of Beijing.

In the southern suburbs, Salun Agu, leading two spiritual masters, Wuda Baota and Yierbu, rode on auspicious clouds, gazing towards the capital.

Before long, a golden light rose from the distant city, streaking across the sky like a shooting star, and stopped opposite the three of them.

Clad in feathered robes and wearing a lotus crown, her aloof and exquisitely beautiful face showed not a trace of emotion.

He held a whisk tucked under his left arm and a gleaming sword in his right hand.

A terrestrial immortal, Luo Yuheng!

Then, two more people arrived riding the wind.

The man on the left was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe and a jade crown, like an emperor. In his hand he held a dark gold longsword that resembled a sword but was not quite a sword, with a slight curve.

She is also a high-quality beauty with a cool temperament, and the yellow robe she wore gave her an irresistible charm to men.

Empress.

The man on the right was dressed in a meticulous Confucian robe and cap, with a serious expression, like a strict schoolteacher, surrounded by a gentle aura.

Yang Gong, a newly promoted extraordinary talent from the Cloud Deer Academy.

Salun Agu sighed:

"The Great Feng Dynasty is thriving, producing two more Third Rank officials. I wonder when our Witch God Sect will finally enjoy such great fortune and prosperity."

He was envious.

The Empress said calmly:

"The Witch God Cult, confined to a remote corner, dares to compare itself to my Central Plains!"

She was an extremely assertive woman and did not lose her composure just because the other party was a first-rank Grand Wizard.

They didn't let Luo Yuheng lead the conversation either.

"If we can kill the Emperor of Great Feng today, then our trip will not have been in vain."

Salun Agu pressed his right hand against his waist and pulled sharply.

Snap!

The God-Slaying Whip lashed fiercely at Huaiqing.

Luo Yuheng extended her snow-white, lotus-like arm and grasped the God-Slaying Whip with perfect accuracy.

Yang Gong, stirring up his Vast Righteous Qi, recited in a chanting manner:

"The distance between you is eighty zhang, and the distance between His Majesty and Irbu is five zhang."

The rules were changed, and the Grand Wizard remained unmoved, but Irbu and Uda Pagoda each retreated forty feet to the left and right, respectively. Five feet behind Irbu was Huaiqing.

With a skillful maneuver, he split up the enemy and then sent the only warrior, Huaiqing, behind the fragile Yilbu.

Why me? Irbu felt it was very unfair; he had always done the most work, but he was also the one who got beaten the most.

In Chuzhou City, he was beaten by Xu Qi'an.

During the Battle of Jingshan City, he was defeated by Wei Yuan.

Now they're being targeted again.

Western suburbs of Beijing.

Kou Yangzhou drove his horse-drawn carriage along the official road.

Half an incense stick later, an old monk wearing a kasaya appeared in front of them. He was thin and had a compassionate face.

Kou Yangzhou immediately pulled on the reins and stopped the carriage.

The carriage door opened, and a woman in a blue robe leaned out, gracefully leaping down from the carriage and looking at the old monk not far away.

"Lohan who has saved you from suffering, it's been a long time."

Du'er frowned:

Wei Yuan, were you waiting for me?

P. S.: There's a symposium tomorrow morning, but I'll stay up all night and write a chapter anyway. Sorry for the slow updates these past few days; I have some things I can't avoid.