Chapter 629

"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 Transcendental Vajra's face changed, feeling 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 placed his palm on the Transcendental Vajra's chest, pausing for about a second. Then, with a loud "clang", the Transcendental Vajra was sent flying like a cannonball.

Along the way, he smashed through countless trees, clearing a "vacuum" in the dense forest.

When he stabilized himself, he had already been sent flying out of 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 achievements. Furthermore, he was a warlock who could not even fight hand-to-hand. How useful could he be?

It was nowhere near as dazzling as the name 'Xu Yinluo'.

But the scene before them made them realize that the warlock in white was terrifyingly powerful.

With a casual palm, he had repelled the Buddhist Vajra.

With a casual palm, he had repelled the Buddhist warlock.

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.

If a warlock and a Warrior were to fight hand-to-hand, it would be like looking for shit.

Could it be that after the third grade, the physique of a warlock would change so much that it was enough to fight with a third grade Warrior?

White Tiger Qihuan Danxiang and the others had similar expressions.

The two Buddhist disciples, Jingxin and Jingyuan, frowned. They could not see through the mystery.

…

On the Wind Boat.

Ji Xuan suddenly turned his head 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 Feng Shui 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 Feng Shui of War Hounds Mountain until Sun Xuanji made his move.

She suddenly realized the words of Dongfang Wanrong not long ago.

Ji Xuan frowned: "The power of the Feng Shui of War Hounds Mountain is so strong?"

Xu Yuanshuang made an "En" sound and said with a serious face:

"War Hounds Mountain is a famous mountain in the Sword Province and 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, which is incomparable to ordinary mountains."

Ji Xuan suddenly said:

"No wonder Sun Xuanji did not show up, he was secretly arranging an array."

According to what he saw, 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. 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, but now 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 and 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 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 heavily injured body and staggered towards Yang Cuixue and the others. When he heard this, he instinctively made a guess in his mind.

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 even 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 careful Xiao Yuenu said in a low voice.

Cao Qingyang looked to the south in astonishment. Indeed, he saw a large group of people standing at the top of the cliff. They were very far away, as tiny as beans, but with Cao Qingyang's eyesight, he could clearly see their faces.

The veins on Cao Qingyang's forehead twitched and he said angrily:

"Aren't you afraid that the enemy will purposely kill us?

"I just don't have the time to care about them now, but we can't build our lives on the enemy's mercy."

Pop ~ ~

The vibration of the air wave interrupted their conversation. Looking up, the ugly Buddhist Vajra had a blazing ring of fire behind his head, and his dark golden body had turned into a brilliant golden color.

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 ~ ~

The golden giant kept waving his fist, heavily pounding on the Qi Boundary, as if he was forging iron.

With every punch, the Qi Boundary would violently tremble and deform. Everyone in the mountain could only feel that the War Hounds Mountain was shaking.

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 and rivers.

Sun Xuanji unhurriedly took out a black iron ruler from his sleeve. Using his finger like a sword, he swept it across the body of the ruler.

Following the brush of his finger, runes lit up on the body of the ruler, and 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 punching 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, becoming calm and rational. This way, he would lose the battle power that came with "madness", but he could control himself more perfectly.

[He gave up?] Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Cao Qingyang looked up at the sky and let out a sigh of relief.

"Truly 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 carved an Array in the mountain, creating a barrier that enveloped the entire War Hounds Mountain.

The power of the Buddhist Vajra almost shook the entire mountain.

All of this 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, 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 burned 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 cultivation were the first to regain their sight. They eagerly looked towards the scene.

When they saw 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 weak like 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.

They could not accept Sun Xuanji's crushing defeat. At the same time, they understood a despairing truth from Sun Xuanji's experience.

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 could do nothing against.

Was this still 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 did not 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, not surprised at all. Second grade Rain Masters were their greatest reliance and 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 bitterly.

The Witchcraft Religion's Rain Master was well-known.

The culture of praying for rain was unique to the three countries in the northeast. In ancient times, the people in the northeast of the Nine States would pay tribute to the Witchcraft Religion during the dry season, praying for rain from the Rain Master.

This was not a secret, it was recorded in the historical records.

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 with my eyes …"

The spectators of the Southern Peak had yet to react. They were still immersed in the heavenly might and the fear of being deprived of 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.

Clatter!

The Asura Vajra landed on the battlefield again and examined Sun Xuanji. It nodded in satisfaction.

"He's still alive. A dead man can't be replaced by an Arhat."

He strode towards Sun Xuanji. Cao Qingyang and the others were as quiet as cicadas in winter as 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, and with a crisp sound, nailed itself in front of the Asura Vajra.

It was a brass sword.

Daibun's Nation Suppressing Sword!