"The distance between you and me is less than ten feet."
The Asura Warrior looked down at the short man in white. The man's height only reached his chest.
"Apart from demons, anyone in the Third Stage will definitely die if the Warrior comes within ten feet of them." He looked at the Warlock in white with disdain, his thick lips curling.
At this distance, even if the other party wanted to teleport away, he could stop him in advance.
As for protective artifacts, in the eyes of the Third Stage Vajra, there were only a few inscriptions on the city walls, which were made up of countless interlocking arrays, that he could not break.
The arrays inscribed on the artifacts were limited by the size and material, and could not block his iron fist.
Even if it was a magical artifact like the Buddha's Pagoda, it was already too late.
"Or are you sending a hostage to the Buddhists in exchange for the Expiation Arhat?"
The moment the words left his mouth, the Asura Warrior's fan-like hand descended from above, covering the top of Sun Xuanji's head.
Pop ~
The dark golden hand slapped on the Qi Boundary, and the air vibrated, producing an ear-piercing sound.
The Transcendence Warrior's expression changed as he felt the obstruction in his palm.
At this moment, he felt as if he was the enemy of heaven and earth, and the world was rejecting him.
Sun Xuanji remained motionless. He raised his eyes to look at Sun Xuanji and said concisely,
"Scram!"
He stretched out his palm and placed it on the chest of the Transcendental Vajra. There was a pause for about a second, and then, with a loud bang, the Transcendental Vajra flew out like a cannonball that had just left the chamber.
Along the way, he crashed through countless trees, clearing a "vacuum" in the dense forest.
When he stabilized his body, he had already been thrown off the mountain top, floating in the air with an abyss below his feet.
"…"
There was dead silence, and the spectators from both sides seemed to have lost the ability to express themselves.
The Celestial Commissioner's warlock was actually so powerful …
As expected of the Celestial Commissioner's man, as expected of the Supervisor's second disciple, he was so terrifying …
Astonishment and praise rose in the hearts of Fu Jingmen and the other Warrior. To be honest, they did not pay much attention to the "Supervisor's second disciple" that Cao Qingyang had mentioned.
They did not know much about his cultivation, and he had no battle record. Besides, he was a warlock who could not even fight hand-to-hand. How useful could he be?
He was not as dazzling as "Xu Yinluo".
But the scene in front of them made them realize that the warlock in white was very powerful.
He had easily defeated the Buddhist's Vajra with one palm.
This King Kong had just vented his violence and demonstrated his strength.
Liu Hongmian's small mouth almost formed an "O" shape. After joining Hidden Dragon City, she had come into contact with many Warlocks. The little girl in the team was also a Warlock.
She was well aware that the physique of warlocks was frail and weak. They relied on the magic tools they refined to attack like it was free of charge. They relied on fancy formations to remain invincible.
Could it be that after the third grade, the physique of the warlock would change so much that it was enough to fight with the third grade Warrior?
Could it be that the physique of a Warlock after Rank 3 would undergo an earth-shattering change, a change so great that it was enough to contend against a Rank 3 Martial Artist?
The two Buddhist disciples, Jingxin and Jingyuan, frowned. They could not see through the mystery.
Jingxin and Jingyuan, the two Buddhist disciples, frowned. They could not see through the mystery.
…
On the Wind Boat.
Ji Xuan turned his head sharply and looked at Xu Yuanshuang: "Sister?"
Xu Yuanshuang stared at Dongfang Wanrong and said in a low voice,
"Senior Nalan's eyes are like a torch. The terrain of War Hounds Mountain has indeed changed."
She turned to look at Ji Xuan and explained:
"Sun Xuanji used War Hounds Mountain as the foundation and engraved a great formation. Now the power of the entire War Hounds Mountain belongs to him."
She was a new alchemist and was still far from a fourth grade array master, so she did not immediately notice the changes in the geomancy of War Hounds Mountain. It was not until Sun Xuanji made a move that she saw a thing or two.
She suddenly realized the words of Dongfang Wanrong not long ago.
Ji Xuan frowned: "The power of War Hounds Mountain's Earth Veins is so strong?"
Xu Yuanshuang let out an "En" sound. Her little face was serious:
"War Hounds Mountain is a famous mountain in the Sword Province. It is ranked ninth among the blessed lands in the Central Plains. It is said that Ancestor Tenzō originally planned to build the sect in War Hounds Mountain and subdue the War Hounds as a guardian beast.
"It is difficult to distinguish whether this legend is true or false, but it is enough to show that War Hounds Mountain is a rare blessed land. It is incomparable to ordinary mountains."
Ji Xuan suddenly said in a deep voice:
"No wonder Sun Xuanji did not show up. It turns out that he was secretly arranging an array."
Based on what he saw in front of him, Ji Xuan remembered what the State Preceptor once said to them a long time ago:
"Within the Central Plains, the Supervisor can go wherever he wants to go. The entire Central Plains is in the Supervisor's pocket. What I have to do is to make it mine. "
At that time, he did not think much about it. It was only now that he suddenly realized.
Many low-grade systems would lay the foundation for high-grade systems, or they would simply be the upgraded version of high-grade systems.
Ji Xuan vaguely realized that the method Sun Xuanji used to control the power of mountains and rivers might hide the most profound secret of the Warlocks.
… …
"This is not your power! You were just arranging an array! "
The Asura Vajra stood in the air and tried to return to the mountain, but War Hounds Mountain "closed" the gate. Every time he tried to descend, he would be blocked by the Qi Boundary.
As a Buddhist Guardian Vajra, he had a deep understanding of the Warlocks. He could clearly judge the current situation.
Sun Xuanji did not speak and looked at him in silence.
"Why don't you speak?"
The Asura Vajra seemed to be a little angry.
Sun Xuanji's lips moved and he squeezed out a word: "Don't …"
Then, there was no then.
Cao Qingyang dragged his seriously injured body and staggered towards Yang Cuixue and the others. Hearing this, his mind subconsciously made a guess:
What he wanted to say should be "Don't talk nonsense".
Dai Zong nimbly jumped up and came to Cao Qingyang's side, supporting him as he rushed back.
Fu Jingmen, Xiao Yuenu and the other Fourth Grade Martial Artists immediately surrounded Cao Qingyang and protected him.
"Leader, how are your injuries?"
Xiao Yuenu took out a healing pill and asked.
"I won't die. Xu Qi 'an's blood saved my life."
Cao Qingyang took the pill and swallowed it. He took the opportunity to open his clothes and let everyone see his injuries.
His chest was badly mutilated and there were bone spurs protruding. But the flesh was tenaciously wriggling, trying to heal itself. However, the speed was very slow, giving people a feeling that he would lose strength at any time.
"I can't absorb any more blood in a short period of time. Otherwise, my body will collapse. This injury will take me more than half a month to recover. "
After swallowing the pill, Cao Qingyang's face gradually turned rosy.
"Leader, this Warlock is too strong. The Vajra can't come in. Maybe we can use this to establish an invincible position. Maybe we don't even need Xu Yinluo to come out. "
Fu Jingmen was happy.
Cao Qingyang now understood that the reason why Sun Xuanji had not arrived was because he was secretly engraving a formation.
"There's one more thing. The followers of the Alliance ran to the Southern Peak."
The meticulous Xiao Yuenu said in a low voice.
Cao Qingyang looked to the south and saw a large group of people standing at the top of the cliff. They were very far away and as small as a bean. But with Cao Qingyang's eyesight, he could clearly see their faces.
The veins on Cao Qingyang's forehead twitched. He said angrily:
"Aren't you afraid that the enemy will purposely kill us?
"We just don't have the time to deal with them. But we can't build our lives on the mercy of the enemy."
Pop ~ ~
The vibration of the air wave interrupted their conversation. Looking up, the ugly Buddhist Vajra had a blazing ring of fire burning behind his head. His dark golden body had turned into a brilliant gold.
He stood in the air like a golden sun, so bright that the spectators couldn't open their eyes.
The Asura Vajra clenched his fist and swung his right arm back, causing his entire body to lean back. Following this set of movements, his strong muscles bulged.
Pop ~ ~ Pop ~ ~ Pop ~ ~
That golden giant kept waving his fist, heavily pounding on the Qi Boundary. His posture was like forging iron.
With every punch, the Qi Boundary would violently tremble and deform. Everyone in the mountain could only feel the War Hounds Mountain shaking beneath their feet.
This earthquake like feeling made them panic. They were afraid that the War Hounds Mountain would collapse in the next moment, burying everyone at the bottom of the mountain.
The Asura Vajra wanted to use his own strength to shake the mountains, rivers, and veins.
Sun Xuanji calmly took out a black iron ruler from his sleeve. He used his finger like a sword and swept it across the body of the ruler.
Following the brush of his finger, runes lit up on the body of the ruler. The black iron ruler emitted a dazzling Light.
"Freeze!"
Sun Xuanji inserted the black ruler into the muddy ground beside his feet.
The Qi Boundary that enveloped the entire War Hounds Mountain suddenly became thick and condensed. The Asura Vajra's fist could only cause a slight tremor.
After hammering a few more times, Du Fan rationally gave up on attacking. Ever since he started cultivating Buddhism, he had already worn away the madness in the bones of the Asura. He had become calm and rational. This way, he would lose the battle power that came with the 'madness', but he would be able to control himself more perfectly.
[He gave up?] Cao Qingyang, who was sitting on the ground, looked up at the sky and let out a sigh of relief.
"He is indeed worthy of being the second disciple of the Supervisor …" The swordsman Yang Cuixue smiled while stroking his beard.
The group of fourth grade Martial Artists laughed.
The Wulin League Martial Artists on the Southern Peak were thoroughly addicted. Although it was just a simple punch, the visual impact and shock in their hearts were extremely strong.
The High Rank Warlocks had carved an Array Formation in the mountain, creating a barrier that enveloped the entire War Hounds Mountain.
The power of the Buddhist Vajra had almost shaken the entire mountain.
All of this had left a deep impression on them, creating a fierce psychological impact. It allowed them to see the glory of the Transcendent Realm.
Just as the Wulin League Warrior were feeling happy, the sky suddenly turned dark and the sky quickly turned gloomy.
Black clouds rolled and condensed. Within the clouds, lightning flashed and disappeared, as if it was brewing.
Suddenly, a thick pillar of lightning fell from the sky and bombarded the Qi Boundary that enveloped the War Hounds Mountain.
This pillar of lightning was so dazzling that it suddenly dyed the world blue and white. Countless people were caught off guard as they covered their eyes and screamed miserably. Their eyeballs were burning and hot tears rolled down their cheeks.
Zi ~ ~ Boom ~ ~
First came the sound of the Qi Boundary shattering. Then, the pillar of lightning seemed to have bombarded the mountain, causing a loud explosion.
The Warrior who had temporarily lost their sight could clearly feel the War Hounds Mountain shake. They could feel their hair standing on end.
This was caused by the countless denser charged particles in the air stimulating their skin.
After a long time, Cao Qingyang and the other Warrior with profound cultivations were the first to regain their sight. They eagerly looked towards the scene.
Seeing Sun Xuanji's situation, their hearts suddenly sank.
Sun Xuanji's white clothes were covered in scorch marks. His crown had long since exploded. His jet black hair had turned yellow and curled, emitting smoke.
His cheeks, arms, and other exposed skin were almost carbonized, black with a hint of red.
His aura was as weak as a candle in the wind, making people afraid that it would be extinguished in the next moment.
This … The pupils of Yang Cuixue and the others violently shrank. They were shocked and found it hard to calm down.
Sun Xuanji's crushing defeat was unacceptable to them. At the same time, from Sun Xuanji's experience, they understood a despairing truth.
There was an even more powerful enemy. There was an even more powerful enemy on the ship in the sky!
They were so powerful that they could summon lightning and subdue Sun Xuanji, who even the Buddhist Vajra couldn't do anything to.
This, was this something that the Wulin League could contend against?
"League, League Leader …" Qiao Weng of the Sword State Chamber of Commerce swallowed with difficulty.
"What kind of existence did we provoke?"
He asked the question that was on everyone's mind.
Cao Qingyang was at a loss because he also didn't know. When Sun Xuanji found him, he only said that the enemy was the Buddhist Sect and the Witchcraft Religion, and that they had the battle strength of the Transcendent Realm.
A terrifying guess flashed through his mind.
Second grade?
Yes, only a second grade expert could subdue Sun Xuanji so easily.
And second grade was indeed the Transcendent Realm.
"Tsk tsk!"
Heart Voodoo Master Qi Huan Danxiang's gaze swept over Cao Qingyang and the others in the distance.
"Second grade Rain Master, you live up to your reputation."
Liu Hongmian and the others were calm. They weren't surprised at all. Second grade Rain Masters were their greatest reliance, and also the source of their confidence.
Second grade Rain Master … Second grade Rain Master of the Witchcraft Religion … Cao Qingyang and the others looked at each other with bitter expressions.
The Witchcraft Religion's Rain Master was well-known.
The culture of praying for rain was unique to the three northeastern countries. In ancient times, the people of the northeastern region of the Nine States would pay tribute to the Witchcraft Religion during the dry season, praying for rain from the Rain Master.
This wasn't a secret. There were many historical records of it.
The great name of the Rain Master was as well-known as the arhats of Buddhism.
"What was that lightning just now?"
"Too scary …"
"Master, I, I can't see …"
The spectators of the Southern Peak hadn't reacted yet. They were still immersed in the heavenly might and the fear of losing their vision.
Until they heard someone exclaim, "That Warlock in white was struck by lightning and turned into charcoal."
Only then did they realize the change in the situation, and an indescribable fear rose in their hearts.
Thud!
The Asura Vajra landed on the battlefield again. It examined Sun Xuanji and nodded in satisfaction.
"He's still alive. The dead can't be replaced by a Sentimental Arhat."
He strode towards Sun Xuanji. Cao Qingyang and the others were as quiet as cicadas in winter. They watched him approach the stone door and Sun Xuanji, who was on the verge of death.
Suddenly, a faint golden light streaked across the sky. Ding … With a crisp sound, it nailed itself in front of the Asura Vajra.
It was a brass sword.
Daibun's Nation Suppressing Sword!
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