"How dare you spoil my plans! You're courting death!"
At this moment, Bao Shan roared. He held a Buddhist shovel in his hand and threw it at Bai Xiaotian.
The end of the shovel's blade glowed with black light. Before it even got close, layers of crescent-shaped light blades appeared like water ripples, slashing down at Bai Xiaotian.
Bai Xiaotian had to maintain the Path to Rebirth, so he could not turn around to deal with it. He could only use a golden bell instrument.
"Dong …"
Along with the sound of a bell from the ancient temple, the golden bell suspended above his head. A golden light shone down and formed a huge phantom of a golden bell around him. It whistled as it spun around him.
There were also inscriptions on the golden bell, but the words were as small as grains of rice. It was the Acalanatha Incantation of Buddhism.
"Dong!" A loud sound was heard.
The first layer of crescent-shaped light blades on the shovel hit the illusory golden bell, followed by a series of bell chimes. Layers of light blades fell on the illusory golden bell like a storm.
The illusory golden bell trembled, and the original golden bell hovering above Bai Xiaotian's head was also wavering.
However, although the bell chimes were chaotic and the golden bell was shaking, Bai Xiaotian's heart was not moved. He swore to convert all the remaining spirits in the square.
"Boom!"
The main body of the shovel finally hit the illusory golden bell, and a deafening roar resounded through the square.
The illusory golden bell shattered, exploding into countless fragments of illusory light.
In the chaos, the last spirit's figure also dissipated on the Path to Rebirth. Bai Xiaotian was finally free. He changed the spell in his hands, forming an Acalanatha Incantation.
With a buzzing sound, the golden bell's main body shone brightly.
The broken illusory golden bell dissipated, and a Acalanatha Incantation descended like a Dharma, shrouding Bai Xiaotian's body, releasing waves of dazzling golden light.
The shovel was hit by the golden light, and with a bang, it was jolted back.
Bai Xiaotian stood up and raised his hand to retrieve the scripture pagoda. He chased after Bao Shan and raised his palm to strike down.
The illusory image of the Wisdom King around him also stepped forward and struck at Bao Shan with its palm.
Seeing this, Bao Shan spat out a mouthful of blood on the portable spade that was flying back. He made a gesture with his hand and pointed forward. The portable spade turned around like a flying sword and rushed toward Bai Xiaotian.
However, the moment the shovel was stained with blood, its entire body turned blood-red, and a layer of blood-red flames rose from its surface as it collided with the Netherworld King's giant palm.
It was unknown what the crimson flame was, but it instantly broke through King Ming's palm and flew towards Bai Xiaotian's body.
Bai Xiaotian immediately retreated backward, his hands forming seals at lightning speed, intending to intercept the shovel.
Who would have thought that the shovel, which was already moving at an extremely fast speed, would suddenly accelerate and slice open Duke Ming's chest, heading straight for Bai Xiaotian's heart.
The clothes in front of Bai Xiaotian's chest were tainted by the blood flames and instantly turned into ashes. His muscular chest was then exposed.
However, the moment his chest was exposed, a golden light suddenly spread all over his body. His skin instantly turned golden as if it was poured with golden liquid.
"Vajra Protection," Bai Xiaotian shouted.
The Vajra Protection was a secret self-defense technique of the Transforming Life Temple. Only the core disciples could learn it.
With a "clang", the portable spade that was stained with blood flames seemed to have smashed onto a piece of pure gold, and was once again rebounded.
Seeing this, Bao Shan was slightly shocked. His Blood Flame Blade had always been able to break through any enemy, and no one of the same level could block it. However, he did not expect that it would be blocked by Bai Xiaotian's physical body technique today.
When he raised his hand to receive the portable spade, his eyes could not help but shrink.
He saw that Bai Xiaotian, who maintained his Vajra Protection, was extremely fast. After accelerating forward, he directly flew up and stepped on the portable spade as if he was riding a sword, flying over together.
Just as Bao Shan was about to control the portable spade to change direction, Bai Xiaotian had already stepped on the portable spade heavily. His body was extremely light as it swept into the air, and then it smashed down heavily on Bao Shan like Mount Tai.
Feeling the huge pressure, Bao Shan could not help but panic. He did not dare to take the blow head-on. Instead, he made a hand gesture, lowered his body, and directly withdrew into the ground to escape.
Bai Xiaotian's pupils shrank. He turned his fist into a palm and slammed it toward the ground.
"Boom!" A loud sound was heard!
Along with a wave of air ripples that seemed to have materialized, the entire desert shook. The ground suddenly sank, and a palm print that was at least a hundred feet wide appeared.
The sand dune at the edge of the palm print suddenly swelled up, and a battered figure was sent flying. Naturally, it was Bao Shan.
Bai Xiaotian seemed to have already calculated his position. Without waiting for him to land, he was already waiting there. He threw a punch at Bao Shan's heart, and with a "puchi" sound, it directly penetrated Bao Shan's heart.
Bao Shan's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of horror. His body twitched a few times, and then he stopped moving.
The light in his eyes faded, and his eyeballs protruded out. He died with grievances.
Bai Xiaotian threw Bao Shan's corpse aside, and the golden glow on his body quickly receded. He exhaled, and there were traces of blood at the corner of his mouth and ears, wriggling out like little snakes.
It was difficult to cultivate the Vajra Protection technique, and he could only maintain it for a very short time. Just now, he had forcefully held on to his last breath, ignoring the backlash and internal injuries. That was how he managed to hold on until now.
"Shen Luo, Master Golden Cicada, please wait for me for a moment …" Bai Xiaotian sat down cross-legged and swallowed a pill. His gaze first swept across Chan 'er, and then looked at Shen Luo.
At this moment, the battle between Shen Luo and Long Tan had reached a critical juncture.
Long Tan, who had been resurrected by Lin Da's secret technique, had a stronger aura of mana than before. He was also covered in a layer of extremely sturdy black armor. Shen Luo was completely at a disadvantage, and he was forced to retreat continuously.
On the other side, after Lin Da withstood two consecutive bolts of lightning, the seventh bolt of lightning followed closely behind.
The leaden clouds in the sky had already turned black, and the surrounding sky was extremely dark, almost no different from night. There was no sound of wind in the void, and there were no other natural sounds in the surroundings other than the sounds of people fighting.
A silent, solemn, and unsettling atmosphere enveloped the surroundings.
The originally cold expressions of the four Enforcer Heavenly Soldiers in the sky suddenly changed. They frowned slightly, and actually showed some anger.
Lin Da looked at the dark clouds above his head, and there seemed to be streaks of lightning flashing faintly, but there was no sound of thunder. This unusually calm atmosphere before a storm caused a trace of fear to grow in his heart.
"Looks like I'll have to bring it forward," he muttered.
With that, he waved his palm in front of him, and a bloody light instantly burst forth from his palm. A patch of dark red blood splattered out, but did not fall, and was dispersed by him with another wave of his hand.
Droplets of blood splattered out, shooting in all directions, and landed on the red light shield outside the spell altars with extreme speed. There was no resistance at all, and they easily merged into the shield.
There were even some drops of blood that landed accurately between the eyebrows of the high monks in the spell altars.
The high monks naturally knew that this was not a good thing, and they all stretched out their hands to wipe it. In the end, before their sleeves could touch it, the blood had already merged into their flesh, leaving only a rouge-like mark between their eyebrows.
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