Chapter 1557
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"Bald monk!"
Jin Yu was enraged.
All these years, the Golden Crow race reigned supreme in Tianhuang Mainland and was almost invincible – he had never suffered such an injury before!
Under normal circumstances, given the regeneration capabilities of the Golden Crow race, they should be able to recover quickly with their blood qi.
However, the flames on the green lamp contained an extremely terrifying might.
The moment Jin Yu's blood qi surged over, it would be incinerated and turned into nothingness!
"You've angered me!"
Jin Yu's expression was cold and his eyes surged with rage. He reared his head and roared as his blood qi surged and his body expanded.
In the blink of an eye, he reverted to his true form.
A gigantic three-legged Golden Crow had descended on the battlefield!
The three-legged Golden Crow spread its wings that were dozens of feet long. Its body burned with blazing flames and every single feather shone with a golden light.
It was clear that one of the three legs below its abdomen was incomplete – it was the claw that was burned by the green lamp.
"Are you trying to play with fire?"
Jin Yu's voice sounded, "Today, I'll let you have a taste of the Destiny Flame of the Golden Crow race!"
Jin Yu opened his mouth and spat out a scorching flame. Golden light flashed and the temperature of the entire battlefield rose.
"That's the Sun Essence Flame!"
"Legend has it that the Sun Essence Flame of the Golden Crow race can even transform into a blazing sun when cultivated to its limits!"
The living beings of the ten thousand races exclaimed.
Ming Zhen's expression was unchanged as he held the green lamp in his hand and chanted Sanskrit. His glabella shone and a stream of Dharmic power shot out from his fingertip into the green lamp.
Swoosh!
The flame on the green lamp suddenly swelled up crazily. The flame was so bright that it collided with the Refined Sun Flame.
The green and golden flames collided and devoured one another without giving way, resulting in a stalemate!
"This Ming Zhen is not simple. Although the green lamp was once an emperor weapon, he won't be able to release such power if his comprehension of Buddhism is insufficient."
"That's right. There are way too few people who can suppress the Golden Crow race in terms of flames."
"Among the Nine Races, only the Illumination Dragon lineage of the Dragons can compete with the Golden Crow race in terms of the Dao of Fire."
Jin Yu activated his Primordial Spirit in a frenzy as flames danced in his eyes.
Many Golden Crows, four princes and experts of the Primordial Six races were watching – he must not lose in front of everyone!
Suddenly!
Suddenly, two balls of golden flames flew out of Jin Yu's eyes with an extremely terrifying aura!
Eye Technique — Eye of Flowing Fire!
Ming Zhen looked at the two balls of flames flying over and suddenly blinked. He lowered his eyebrows slightly and an extremely vast benevolent force emanated from him!
The two balls of flames were extinguished the moment they arrived before Ming Zhen!
A Bodhisattva's lowered eyebrows could dispel thousands of ocular techniques!
Ming Zhen's mighty power surged into the green lamp and the green flames burned brightly. Instantly, it devoured Jin Yu's Sacred Sun Fire and surged towards Jin Yu!
Jin Yu's expression changed. He quickly spread his wings and prepared to escape the range of the green flames.
At this moment, Ming Zhen's voice was heard.
"Great Wish Seal!"
Ming Zhen extended his palm and formed a seal. Then, he slowly pressed it down in the direction of Jin Yu.
The speed at which the seal descended was very, very slow.
However, Jin Yu felt as if his entire body was being restrained by an extremely powerful force. He could not move at all. It was as if there was a huge mountain pressing down on him!
The Great Wish Seal contained the power of will of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
As long as Hell was not empty, one would not attain Buddhahood. Only by purifying all living beings would one attain Bodhi.
Such a vast power of will could even suppress Hell, let alone a three-legged Golden Crow!
Against the Great Wish Seal, the speed of the three-legged Golden Crow was completely useless!
As though he was frozen in midair, Jin Yu could only watch helplessly as the green flames surged over and devoured him!
"Ah!"
Jin Yu shrieked tragically in the flames.
The ten thousand races were shocked!
Many cultivators were invigorated as well!
This battle was actually won by Ming Zhen!
Furthermore, he defeated the Golden Crow race with a lower cultivation realm!
Ming Zhen's expression was unchanged when he heard Jin Yu's tragic cries in the flames and he had no intention of stopping.
However, Abbot Hui Shen of Dapamkara Monastery had a look of worry in his eyes.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, the eighth prince said coldly.
Ming Zhen was unmoved.
"You must have a death wish!"
Suddenly, the eighth prince's figure vanished from the spot. The moment he said that, he had already arrived before Ming Zhen and reached out to grab him!
Before his palm descended, it had already transformed into the sharp claws of the Golden Crow race!
"Ah!"
A series of exclamations sounded from the crowd.
As a Half-Martial Ancestor, the eighth prince had attacked!
This was no longer a difference of a minor cultivation realm.
This was a suppression of cultivation realms!
Ming Zhen was extremely calm and his blood qi surged. Instantly, he reached the tsunami blood realm and punched the eighth prince's palm heavily in reverse!
Bang!
Ming Zhen shuddered and grunted dully as he staggered three steps back with a pained expression.
With every step he took, a deep footprint would appear on the ground!
The strength of a Half-Martial Ancestor was way too terrifying. Furthermore, this was one of the 10 Golden Crows!
Indeed, it was as many cultivators had expected.
Even if Ming Zhen defeated Jin Yu, there would be stronger primordial races that would step forward.
However, when a Half-Martial Ancestor of a primordial race appeared, no one of the same cultivation realm could fight against him!
"Little monk, I'll let you have a taste of my Sun Essence Fire!"
Suddenly, the eighth prince opened his mouth and spat out a blazing golden flame that surged over!
With a grim expression, Ming Zhen could only give up on killing Jin Yu and retract his green lamp. He conjured a green flame that burned towards the eighth prince's Sun Essence Fire!
This time round, the green flame was devoured by the Sun Essence Fire almost instantly upon collision!
One had to know that the Refined Sun Fire contained a shred of Divine Power!
Ming Zhen's green flame could not defend against it at all!
Ming Zhen had nowhere to retreat when the Sun Essence Fire enveloped him.
Taking a deep breath of air, he suddenly assumed a lotus position on the ground and chanted sutras. Instantly, streams of golden light shone from his body.
That was Ksitigarbha's true body!
The Sun Essence Fire enveloped Ming Zhen and burned him continuously.
Ming Zhen pressed his palms together and his body was shrouded with golden light. He sat in the flames and channeled his Essence Spirit to defend with all his might!
"Fufu!"
The eighth prince sneered and said coldly, "Let's see how long more you can last!"
The eighth prince's spirit consciousness was vast and his Dharmic powers were boundless as they surged into the Sun Essence Fire endlessly.
The flames intensified and rose more than a hundred feet tall. They burned brighter and surged with endless golden light, engulfing Ming Zhen's figure before long!
Just Now, the excited crowd calmed down gradually as they looked at the ball of flames.
The eyes of many cultivators flickered with sadness.
"Who else is there in the human race?!"
The eighth prince's aura was torrential as he stood in midair and looked down at the thousands of races. He said coldly, "Anyone who dares to step forward and fight me!"
Nobody replied.
"What a bunch of trash!"
The eighth prince spat with a disdainful expression and sneered, "The fortune of the human race has run out and the era of the ancient emperors has passed! The only ones left are cowards like you! You're not fit to be the rulers of Tianhuang Mainland! "
Every single sentence of the eighth prince seemed to be piercing the hearts of many cultivators.
Some were indignant, some were indignant and some were indignant.
However, nobody stood out.
That was because many cultivators knew that even if they stood out, they would be killed by the eighth prince with ease – they would only be humiliating themselves.
There was no way they could defend against him!
"The human race isn't fit. Neither are you, a feathered beast!"
A cold voice came from the outside, causing an uproar!
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