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Chapter 2678

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He Jin knew that he was chasing them away but he did not give up. "Master, is there no hope at all?"

Chu Li sighed. "I only know that the War God Temple is facing internal strife and they can't even take care of themselves."

He Jin looked at Pan Huafeng. "Senior Pan, please report to the Temple Leader as soon as possible."

"… Alright!" Pan Huafeng was skeptical at first but when he saw He Jin's serious expression, he believed him for once. He stroked his beard and nodded. He disappeared in a flash and returned to the War God Temple.

"What about the Morality Hall?" Meng Qingchuan asked with a smile.

Chu Li said, "Senior Meng wants to lure people away from Wan Ziyang and reclaim Xuanxi Sea Garrison, right?"

Meng Qingchuan said, "We and the War God Temple will attack Xuanxi Sea Garrison while Five Thunder Peak and Great Mercy Temple will attack Xuanxi Sea Garrison. Wan Ziyang can't take care of everything at the same time but we can always reclaim one city."

Chu Li was silent.

Reclaiming one city was not meaningful as it was only about reputation. It was not worth it to have countless casualties.

However, his thoughts were different from those in high positions. Losing one city and losing two cities were completely different situations. It was a matter of confidence and prestige for the sect and the hearts of the people.

He Jin said, "Reclaiming one city is one city. We don't have to worry about losing it again. Wan Ziyang won't attack the city alone."

Chu Li was silent.

He understood He Jin's words. Wan Ziyang had his reservations and would not charge into the city alone. Otherwise, the four major seaports would have fallen long ago and would not have been breached only now. Moreover, Wan Ziyang's shadow had not been seen in the previous two battles.

Meng Qingchuan asked, "Can we succeed?"

Chu Li stared at Meng Qingchuan and nodded slowly. "We can try!"

He saw that Meng Qingchuan's fate was different from before because he changed the fate of the War God Temple.

Without the War God Temple, Meng Qingchuan brought people to attack Xuanxi Sea Garrison and cooperated with the traitor. They almost succeeded but they failed and died.

However, Meng Qingchuan succeeded.

He Jin was overjoyed. "Haha, can we really attack the city?"

Chu Li nodded. "Wan Ziyang is in Xuanxi Sea Garrison. Let's attack Xuanxi Sea Garrison."

He Jin laughed and said, "Alright, then let's attack Xuanxi Seaport City!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out the wooden box from his bosom, placed it on the stone table, and turned to leave. Meng Qingchuan also left.

Chu Li shook his head and smiled.

He knew that He Jin firmly believed in him, but Meng Qingchuan might not. However, after hearing the news from the War God Temple, Meng Qingchuan's suspicions should be dispelled, and the siege this time would ultimately be a success.

Even though there were some twists and turns in the process, only the Vital Energy Hall and Five Thunder Peak joined forces while the Great Mercy Temple and the War God Temple did not make a move. The two sects joined forces and coordinated with the spies in the city. Finally, they charged into the city in one fell swoop and expelled the masters of the sea.

They relied on their familiarity with the formation and their insiders. When the formation was first set up, there were countermeasures left behind, so the Great City Protecting Formation was useless to the two sects, which was why they could easily break in.

He opened the wooden box and stared at the relic.

The majestic and crazy aura coming from the relic made him fearful, but also a little envious.

This relic contained a huge amount of energy. If he could absorb it, his soul energy would become stronger, and he would even have a deeper understanding of the dharmic base, which would then push his divine power to a deeper level.

There were levels of divine power too. The more profound the dharmic base, the stronger the divine power.

Moreover, this relic was likely to contain an inheritance. Non-Buddhist disciples would not dare to accept such an inheritance, as their lives would be in danger. As a Buddhist disciple, he might be able to give it a try.

After a while, he carefully placed the relic in between his eyebrows and observed it with the Omniscient Mirror.

The relic suddenly lit up, and then a ray of light landed in between his eyebrows.

"Boom!" Thunder flashed in his ears, and a golden light surged into the void of his mind.

The golden light transformed into a face, but it was a monk with handsome eyebrows and bright eyes. He looked to be about twenty years old, and he glanced at the void of Chu Li's mind. Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face.

Chu Li's expression changed slightly, and he immediately felt that something was wrong. He felt a bone-piercing chill.

"Haha …" Suddenly, a loud laugh reverberated in the void of his mind.

The face formed by the golden light opened its mouth and laughed. Its eyes were cold, and there was a hint of madness. It laughed and said, "Amitabha, the heavens have not forsaken me!"

Several Buddhas in Chu Li's mind chanted, and lotuses floated toward this golden light.

However, the golden light repelled these lotuses, and they were not contaminated. It laughed and said, "What a Soul Lotus body, it's really the best body for me to reincarnate and cultivate again. Excellent, excellent!"

As soon as it finished speaking, it transformed again. The golden light suddenly shrunk, and the original face shrunk, forming a complete body. Other than the face, the body and limbs were clearly visible, and the golden light flashed as if it was real.

It formed a seal with both hands, and loudly chanted, "Amitabha!"

Chu Li's vision suddenly swayed.

The void of his mind shook as well.

Chu Li's expression was solemn. He knew that this was a critical moment, and if he did not fight desperately, he would really be taken over by this golden light.

"Amitabha Buddha …" After Jin Guang chanted the name of Buddha, he began to recite a Buddhist scripture that Chu Li had never heard of before. The murmur was like a wonderful sound from beyond the heavens, so wonderful that Chu Li wished he could continue listening.

At this moment, the Glazed Lotus Scripture was actually useless. It could transform all kinds of strange forces, but this force was directly acting on the void of the mind, so it was powerless to do anything. It could only watch helplessly as all the Buddhas became dim.

The Buddhist scripture that the golden light was chanting carried an unbelievable force, and its voice echoed in the void of his mind, weakening the Buddhas.

He gritted his teeth, and the void of his mind suddenly became vast. Then, an extremely tall and strong tree slowly appeared, and its crown seemed to reach infinitely high, and the end could not be seen.

As soon as the Life and Death Tree appeared, its branches directly absorbed the figure formed by the golden light, and then it slowly disappeared.

Chu Li let out a long sigh of relief, and sat by the stone table. His face was gloomy as if he had not recovered from a serious illness.

This time, he went for wool and came home shorn. Not only did he not gain any benefits, but his spirit was also damaged, and he needed to recuperate.

He became more and more curious about the golden light on the Life and Death Tree.

To hide the soul in the Sarira for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, this technique was really amazing. If it was not for him who had the Life and Death Scripture, no one would be spared.

The Pure Yang Temple had such a strange secret technique, and it was worthy of being an ancient sect with a long history. Unfortunately, it still could not escape death.

And this soul was also unlucky to encounter him. It persisted for so long, but in the end, it could not be reborn, so it must be full of resentment.

He picked up the Sarira and looked at it again.

Without the golden light, the aura left in the Sarira was gentle, mellow, and continuous. It was a real Sarira of an eminent monk. He put it between his eyebrows again, and suddenly, a gurgling force entered his mind, and it was as cool as a cold spring.

After a while, he was refreshed, and his eyes were like lightning.

In this moment, he had recovered, and even his spirit had improved. He took the opportunity to activate the Dragon Elephant Wisdom, and the efficiency was two times higher than before.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. He cultivated in isolation in Tai Dong Town, and had been activating the Dragon Elephant Wisdom, hoping to advance to the eleventh level as soon as possible, so that he would have the confidence to explore the world.

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