xymnovel Chapter 685 3 Monks vs 2 Shamans
Chapter 685 3 Monks vs 2 Shamans
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"Hmph, you shamanic sorcerer, take this!"
With a loud shout, Mingwangzun charged forward, throwing a punch with the force of a dragon, which was mixed with the power of Vajra, and went straight for Priest Buku and Hezhe Shaman.
This punch was his signature move, the "Vajra Subduing Demon Fist," which is said to be able to change the color of mountains and rivers and scatter demons with a single strike.
With a deafening roar, the two forces collided in mid-air, creating visible ripples that seemed to tear even space itself apart.
On the other side, the Arhat monk "Bodhi Pure Heart" remained steadfast amidst all changes. His movements were as light as a Bodhi leaf drifting in the wind. He formed hand seals and chanted scriptures. Instantly, his body was enveloped in an invisible Buddhist light. The light was warm and gentle, yet contained indescribable power. With a gentle wave of his hands, a ray of Buddhist light spread out like ripples, instantly neutralizing the priest's attack. He was impervious to all magic and all evil retreated, just like a pure Buddhist sanctuary, where no external force could disturb him.
Priest Buku was startled. As an old rival, he naturally knew about these Tantric monks at the Celestial Realm and knew that the Arhat monks had amazing defensive capabilities, but he did not expect them to be so difficult to break through.
He took a deep breath, and the bronze mirror in his hand shone brightly. Streams of mountain power surged from the bronze mirror, transforming into illusory mountain shadows that pressed down on the Arhat monk.
The Arhat monk's expression remained unchanged, and his Buddha-light intensified. The illusory mountain peaks melted away the moment they came into contact with the Buddha-light, just as ice and snow melted in the sunlight.
As for the Venerable Prajna Samsara, his figure was the most elusive, as if he had merged into the night, leaving only a faint shadow.
"Reincarnation is inevitable, and good and evil will ultimately be rewarded. Tonight is your doom."
He did not attack directly, but closed his eyes and concentrated, using the method of mind meditation to perceive every subtle change on the battlefield. Whether it was shamanic illusions or other tricks, they could not escape his mind meditation.
The bronze mirror in Priest Bukku's hand shone brightly, and streams of internal energy surged from it, transforming into cyan tornadoes that swept towards the three members of the Tantric sect. At the same time, the Hezhe Shaman's Flame Staff was also unleashed to its fullest potential, with blazing flames weaving through the battlefield like fire dragons, intertwining with the cyan tornadoes.
Ming Wangzun snorted coldly, his body growing larger again. Every punch he threw was accompanied by the illusory image of Vajra's wrathful eyes, as if countless Vajras were in the world, clashing head-on with those blue tornadoes and blazing flames. Each collision was accompanied by a deafening roar, and the entire Yuwen clan camp seemed to tremble.
The Arhat monk remained as steady as a rock. No matter how turbulent the outside world was, his invisible Buddhist light remained unbroken. He clasped his hands together and chanted scriptures continuously. The Buddhist light gradually condensed into a huge light screen, reflecting all the attacks back one by one, making the attacks of Priest Buku and Hezhe Shaman increasingly difficult.
The Venerable Prajna Samsara finally opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through time and space, directly seeing the essence of this battle.
He smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and streams of subtle internal energy flowed from his fingertips, silently merging into the battlefield. Under the influence of this internal energy carrying the meaning of reincarnation, those seemingly fierce attacks actually began to slow down, and some even dissipated into nothingness.
Priest Bukku and Shaman Hezhe sensed the change in power and were greatly alarmed. They knew that the seemingly mysterious old bald monk beside them was their greatest threat tonight.
The two exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, they tacitly intensified their offensive, attempting to break the current stalemate with overwhelming force.
However, the three masters of Tantric Buddhism were no ordinary people. When the three of them joined forces, they seemed to form an indestructible fortress. They were able to handle both the mountain power of the Buk priest and the fire power of the Hezhe shaman with ease.
However, the priests Bukku and Hezhe shamans have now realized the situation: the Yuwen Xianbei were clearly prepared and were just waiting for them to sneak in.
Even though they still have the Great Shaman as a trump card, it's hard to believe that the Secret Sect will have one too.
If the two of us face an attack from these three bald old monks who have no sense of martial ethics, one of us might even be left alive.
Therefore, at this point, both of them had already begun to consider withdrawing.
However, the three old monks from the Tantric sect opposite them did not agree to their departure.
When the Venerable Prajna Samsara noticed that Priest Bukku was trying to escape using the terrain, he merely frowned slightly and flicked his fingers. A surge of internal energy imbued with the essence of Samsara flowed from his fingertips, transforming into an invisible chain that instantly bound Priest Bukku's feet, rendering him unable to move.
Priest Bukku inwardly cried out in alarm. He had not expected the Venerable One's method of reincarnation to be so unpredictable, so capable of easily restricting his movements.
He struggled desperately, only to find himself trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation, with every effort proving futile.
Just then, the battle between the Hezhe shaman and the Mingwang Zun reached its climax.
With a wave of his Flame Staff, the Hezhe Shaman unleashed a torrent of internal energy that surged wildly, transforming into raging flames that surged toward Mingwangzun like fire dragons. Mingwangzun countered with his Vajra Subduing Demon Fist, each punch seemingly unleashed by a Vajra descending upon the world, causing mountains and rivers to tremble.
The two forces collided fiercely in the air, and the firelight and golden light intertwined, illuminating the entire night sky as if it were daytime.
Seeing this, the Arhat monk also joined the battle. He put his hands together, chanted scriptures, and a huge curtain of Buddhist light descended from the sky, enveloping the entire battlefield around them.
Under this Buddha's light, all the methods of shamans' internal energy manipulation were exposed, and even the attacks of the Hezhe shaman and the Buku priest in the center of the battlefield were greatly restricted.
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On the other side, in the center of the Yuwen Xianbei camp, the Khan's tent stood majestically. Xue Wuling, the Snow Fairy Priestess dressed in snow-white shamanic attire, approached slowly in the night like a ghost, wondering if there was a chance to kidnap the Great Khan of the Yuwen Xianbei—Yuwen Yong, or simply behead him.
After all, according to the intelligence from the Jurchen-Manchu intelligence organization, Sticky Rod, Yuwen Shang, who was guarding Yuwen Yong, seemed to have just broken through to the Celestial level.
With the two shamanic drumsticks in her hand, she certainly had a chance to defeat him.
Killing one person is easier than protecting one!
As Xue Wuling moved gracefully with each step, the crisp sound of the bells at her waist rang out, like the most melodious music in winter. She held a pair of drumsticks tightly in her hands, one of the sacred artifacts of the Jurchen Shamanism, which contained endless power of wind and snow.
As she slowly struck the drumsticks, a chilling inner force rippled through the air, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop instantly, and snow and wind arose out of nowhere. Gusts of cold air emanated from the drumsticks, intertwining with the surrounding air and turning into snowflakes that drifted down.
The surrounding temperature plummeted, and snowflakes fluttered down, forming an unprecedented vortex of wind and snow that slowly approached the Khan's camp, as if it would swallow the entire camp into a white expanse.