The Palm of Vairocana bloomed with the brilliance of the sun, overshadowing the light emitted from the body of the God of War of Light. The air seemed to be evaporating, and the palm of extreme Yang crushed heaven and earth as it came down.
Ji Ya looked solemn. It was rumored that the Vajra Region Battle Monks were very good at fighting. Now the 108 Battle Monks had turned into a formation, and all of their movements resonated with each other, exactly the same. Obviously, they had gone through a lot of practice and were already very familiar with it. It was not something ordinary battle matrices could compare with.
He pinched the sword with his hand, and the light was even more blazing. The Holy Sword of Light shot out, trying to break the void like a beam of light shooting into the sky.
An incomparably heavy force came down, and the Holy Sword of Light collided with the Palm of Vairocana. The friction produced terrible light. The Palm of Vairocana was covered with endless golden brilliance, and it continued to press down. The Holy Sword of Light rubbed against the palm, creating cracks, but it did not shatter. Instead, it flew backward.
"Fall." Monk Tianxin spat out a word, and his palm pressed down. Suddenly, the Buddha in the sky did the same. The Palm of Vairocana was like a hot knife through butter, and its speed suddenly accelerated. In an instant, it landed on the body of the God of War of Light. A loud roar came out, and the body of the Battle Matrix of Light exploded. The cultivators who presided over the matrix were all knocked back, and many vomited blood.
Ji Ya, who was in the lead, also flew back. He looked at the Vajra Region Battle Monk with eyes full of cold murderous intent.
"Resentment, hatred, and evil are all suffering. It is a great kindness for me to send you to Nirvana." Monk Tianxin's voice was solemn, and the Light of Buddha was even brighter, but Ji Ya's expression became more and more awkward. You are ranked second on the Sage Ranking, even higher than Monk Tianxin. If it was a one-on-one battle, he would not be weaker than the other, but the power of the Buddhist battle matrix was too overbearing, and it was difficult for him to suppress it.
"Bald donkey, you are full of nonsense. The Buddha Lord already knows that you should go to hell," Ji Ya responded coldly. He stretched out his hand, and suddenly a sword appeared in his hand. This sword was a bit strange. There were sharp teeth on the blade, which was daunting. What was even more frightening was that when this sword was drawn, the power in Ji Ya's body was madly swallowed.
"Saint Ji is determined to kill Ye Futian," whispered Saint Li, who was playing chess in the distance above the Holy Sage Pavilion.
"Yeah, the Sword of Judgement has been handed over to Ji Ya." Saint Xia nodded. With the talent that Ye Futian had displayed in the imperial mausoleum, if he did not die, Saint Ji would have been the one to die in the future. Ye Futian's talent was no longer limited to simply proving the Divine Path.
Saint Ji, who was ranked fifth on the Sage and Saint Ranking, used a divine implement that was not among the top three in the Nine States, but it was still the extremely overbearing Sword of Judgment, which was ranked eighth on the Nine States' Divine Implement Ranking.
With Ji Ya's strength, it was impossible for him to control it. Moreover, the Judgement Sword was overbearing because it could devour the Laws of the Heavens and Earth. It would cause a great backlash to Ji Ya, and his strength alone was far from enough.
Ye Futian was holding the Halberd of Time and Space, which ranked third on the Divine Implement Ranking. As such, Saint Ji handed the Sword of Judgment to Ji Ya, which was obviously a killing move against Ye Futian.
However, the 108 battle monks from the Vajra Region forced him to use it ahead of time.
At this time, Ji Ya's body trembled slightly. The endless power of light poured into the Sword of Judgment, and a terrible vortex appeared around him. Not only him, but many cultivators from the Hall of Holy Light gathered and stood behind Ji Ya. They looked solemn and pious, allowing their own power to flow into the Sword of Judgment.
The Sword of Judgment trembled in the void, shooting out endless light. It seemed to be able to judge all the Great Path in the world. A terrible will of destruction had appeared in the surrounding space.
Seeing this scene, Monk Tianxin's expression was no longer so relaxed. He put his palms together in front of his chest again, and Sanskrit came out of his mouth. Endless characters surrounded him, and the 108 battle monks seemed to be connected. The might of the Great Path spread out, and in the sky behind them, 108 Buddhas appeared, chanting at the same time. Heaven and earth trembled, and the power was unknown.
These Buddhas reached out their hands at the same time, and the palm print covered the sky, as if the sky was about to collapse.
But Ji Ya completely ignored it as if he did not see it.
The overbearing Sword of Judgment had its advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantage was that it was more difficult to activate, and even devoured his power for the sword, which would cause great damage to him. But this disadvantage was also an advantage. Because of this, he could borrow his own power to bring out more power from the Sword of Judgment, instead of being limited to his own strength.
What was more, there were many cultivators from the Hall of Holy Light attacking with him.
The muscles on Ji Ya's face were a little twisted, but his eyes grew colder. With him and the Sword of Judgment as the center, a terrible airflow appeared around them, as if the Great Path of heaven and earth was about to be judged.
Palm prints blasted, but when they touched the space where the Sword of Judgment was, the palm prints collapsed little by little until they were torn into pieces.
The Sword of Judgment rang, and the will of light shot through the void.
"Go." Ji Ya's palm slapped toward the void, and suddenly the Sword of Judgment in front of him turned into a beam of light and shot out, directly toward the 108 battle monks. Ji Ya's eyes were full of overbearing murderous intent. Since the people of the Vajra Region wanted to die, he would fulfill their wish.
With the Sword of Judgment, the one who should have died was Ye Futian, but now it seemed that these bald donkeys would die in Ye Futian's place.
The sword aura spread for hundreds of feet, and the people fighting around them flew away from the battlefield. The Sword of Judgment pierced through the void toward the battle monks.
The sound of Buddha grew louder, and heaven and earth echoed. Monk Tianxin's lips trembled rapidly, and the cassock he wore fluttered without any wind. The Buddha beads hanging around his neck also flew up, bursting with dazzling light.
Along with a series of crisp sounds, the string of Buddha beads directly turned into one bead. There were 108 beads in total, and each bead seemed to be engraved with ancient Buddhist characters.
The 108 Buddha beads quickly hit the Vajra Region formed by the ancient Buddha. Almost at the same moment, the Sword of Judgment shot out and blasted directly on the head of the ancient Buddha. Obviously, Ji Ya had no respect for the Buddha at all, and he wanted to cut off the head of the Buddha.
The Great Path was about to collapse, and cracks spread down from the head of the ancient Buddha. It seemed that the Vajra Region was about to be torn into pieces, but the light released by the 108 Buddha beads integrated into the Vajra Region. Although there were cracks, it was still not broken. Even the 108 Buddha beads spun rapidly and flew above the head of the ancient Buddha, blocking the Sword of Judgment.
"Cut." Ji Ya pointed at the Sword of Judgment, and his murderous intent was monstrous. He wanted to cut the Buddha beads and split the head of the Buddha.
"Ma, Ma, Ni, Ba, Mi, Hum!"
Characters flew out from the Buddha beads, and suddenly the Light of Buddha was even more powerful. The Sword of Judgment collided with the Buddha beads, and the whole world was blazing with Light of Buddha. At this moment, the Sanskrit spoken by the 108 battle monks of the Vajra Region was the Six-syllable Mantra of Buddhism. The power of the 108 battle monks resonated and became one.
The continuous sound of the collision was ear-piercing, and the light of destruction turned into terrible streams of light that radiated out. Ji Ya took a step back, and the Sword of Judgment flew back in front of him, clanking.
"No wonder the lord of the Vajra Region dared to let the battle monks go down the mountain. The battle monks of the Vajra Region are known for their combat effectiveness. This Monk Tianxin is ranked second on the Sage Ranking, but his strength in a one-on-one battle is probably no less than that of Ji Ya. Now, even if Ji Ya has the advantage with the Sword of Judgment, it will not be easy to break through the Vajra Region of the battle monks." Saint Li, who was playing chess, said. Although their eyes were on the chessboard, their hearts were on the battlefield, and it was as if the vast battle between heaven and earth appeared in their minds, and there was no need to see it with their eyes.
"The Yue Clan attacked from the rear, and the cultivators of Xihua Sacred Mountain were the first to be attacked. That's enough for them. Liu Zong is indeed a disciple of the Three Saints. Saint Xihua really values him and let him lead the battle matrix. His strength is indeed strong. Unfortunately, in this Nine States, there are already geniuses like Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, who are enough to overshadow all the geniuses of their generation."
"This Liu Zong has great ambitions, otherwise he would not have married Zhou Ziyi. But unfortunately, he was born in the wrong era. No wonder Xihua Sacred Mountain wants Ye Futian dead." Saint Xia and Saint Li chatted casually. They naturally knew that with Liu Zong's qualifications, he would not have fallen in love with Zhou Ziyi. There were still many more outstanding women in the Nine States.
Since he married Zhou Ziyi, he naturally had a purpose, and that was to use the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty for himself.
"This is indeed the best era. Not to mention Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, look at that disciple of the Holy Zhi Palace, Gu Dongliu, he is also someone who defeated Jiutian Temple," Saint Xia continued. At this time, in the battlefield, the cultivators of the Zhuge family, Gu Dongliu, and Zhuge Mingyue were fighting together, killing their way into the crowd. Gu Dongliu, who had already entered the Sage Plane, with the help of the holy item, his strength was not inferior to Zhuge Qingfeng's.
"Where are these people from?" Saint Li asked.
"A force in the Eastern Barren Territory called the Cottage. The cultivator with the demonic blade next to Ye Futian is also from there. There is also the fat man in the crowd who used the matrix to summon the Imperial Tree, and the cultivator with the book as his Life Spirit, they are all from there," Saint Xia said. Obviously, he had sent people to investigate Ye Futian's past.
In the crowd, Yi Xiaoshi was already in charge of a battle matrix. Although his own cultivation was not enough, the battle matrix of sorcerers was led by him. Their spiritual power was lent to him, and the Godly Creation of All Things summoned a huge Imperial Tree, which had extremely strong control.
Xue Ye and Luo Fan were with You Chi and the cultivators of Alchemy City. Around Xue Ye, countless pages flew out and turned into spells.
On the other side, although the cultivators of the Sword Palace did not have the Sword Demon, Ye Wuchen, Xu Que, and the others could already hold their own. With the help of several top swordsmen, they also created a sword matrix of nine people. With Ye Wuchen as the leader, every time the sword that contained Renhuang Sword Will slashed out, there would be blood. Although they were still not as good as Qin Zhuang and the others, they were still very strong.
Outside the battlefield, a pure and flawless figure walked over. He was untainted from head to toe, like an otherworldly deity. Every step he took, a pure and flawless lotus appeared. Lotuses bloomed with every step!
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