Chapter 623 - 69: Turtle Shell
Monk Jiefa had a kind face, embodying the image of a high monk of the Buddhist sect, but when he moved his hands, he was fierce and ruthless.
His palm struck out,
Buddha’s light solidified.
The palm revealed a Ten Thousand Character Seal, a force of destruction emerged, like a Vajra from the Buddhist sect angrily crashing against the mountain gate.
The immense power caused the air inside the vast Divine Hall to vibrate rapidly.
Vajra Demon Subduing Hand Seal!
"Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts?"
Fang Zheng’s eyebrows moved slightly, he also raised his palm and struck out.
Five Thunders Hand!
Compared to Monk Jiefa’s palm technique embodying the indestructible Vajra, his Five Thunders Hand purely pursued destructive power.
Tiny electric currents surged and collided within his body, producing complex chemical reactions that propelled his arm forward.
All those marvelous methods were just for greater explosive power.
"Bang!"
The two palms collided.
The vast Buddha light erupted from Monk Jiefa’s palm, yet was pierced through by a dazzling lightning.
Inconceivable power shattered the Palm Force of the Vajra Demon Subduing Hand Seal and continued to crash forward.
"Crack!"
"Bang!"
Monk Jiefa could not withstand it, half of his arm exploded, the pain reaching his mind a moment later.
The protective Incense Cloud Cover was not fast enough to intercept.
"Ah!"
He screamed to the sky.
In anger and shock, an object that looked neither like a banner nor a streamer flew out from Monk Jiefa’s body,
like a canopy, composed of seven layers, each layer had a demon subduing object, the top of the streamer had a sacred relic, it was clearly the Vajra Sect’s foremost treasure, the Seven Treasures Golden Banner.
The Buddha light in the arena intensified significantly.
As the Buddha light enveloped him, it was as if several large mountains pressed from all directions, causing Fang Zheng’s body to momentarily freeze.
"Om Mani Padme Hum..."
"Subdue the demon!"
Enraged, Monk Jiefa’s eyes widened, a Vajra Illusion appeared behind him, wielding a Vajra Pestle, smashing down directly.
"Bang!"
The immense force shattered Fang Zheng’s body into countless fragments.
Hmm?
Seeing this,
Monk Jiefa was startled instead of pleased, trembling as the Seven Treasures Golden Banner and Incense Cloud Cover released Buddha light to envelop himself.
In the next moment.
A fist unexpectedly appeared, striking the protective Buddha light with such great force that it caused the Buddha light to tremble violently.
"Pfft!"
Monk Jiefa spat blood and flew sideways, before his body even hit the ground, he flickered and started to flee outside.
"Heh..."
Fang Zheng moved his muscles and bones with a cold expression, striding out of the Divine Hall in pursuit.
After the two left, a few figures cautiously emerged from the side door of the Divine Hall, their faces filled with lingering fear.
"Who was that person, even Monk Jiefa was not his match?" someone whispered:
"So powerful!"
"Doesn’t matter who, it’s a dog-eat-dog situation." someone said:
"I think that bald donkey Monk Jiefa deserved a beating, clearly someone else got the item first, yet he still wanted to forcefully take it."
"Destined with the Buddhist sect?"
"Serves him right!"
The few murmured a few words, searching through the ruins, picking up some items and quietly retreating.
......
"Swish!"
He Zhong’s body flickered, appearing in the middle of the avenue.
Compared to half a month ago, it seemed as though some special change had occurred, exuding an imposing aura.
The whole person seemed several decades younger.
His Body Technique speed was unbelievably fast, under the suppression of Forbidden Techniques here, each flicker covered more than ten zhang.
Regular Martial Sect or Daoist Masters going all out couldn’t be this fast.
If there was no suppression...
It was imaginable!
It was as if he had a pair of wings on his back, flapping lightly, the air ahead parted to the sides.
"No one here?"
Seeing the place empty, He Zhong couldn’t help but frown.
Waited for a moment longer.
"Boom!"
Immortal Master Ge, holding a cane, appeared on the road today, stepping forward in a sway so slow yet fast, arriving before He Zhong.
"Brother He, have the others not arrived yet?"
"Hmm."
He Zhong nodded, said:
"Brother Dai met with misfortune, he won’t be coming."
"Ah!"
Immortal Master Ge showed surprise, helplessly sighed:
"Such a pity, Fellow Daoist Xiao’s Life Token with me has shattered too, fear he met a similar fate."
He Zhong frowned.
Of our five, Fang Zheng he never considered as one of us, now four already lost two.
Then to go against that Cao...
"No matter!"
His thoughts turned, he showed a faint smile, his tone brimming with confidence:
"Even with just you and me, it’s more than enough!"
"Oh!"
Immortal Master Ge raised an eyebrow.
They were up against the Sect Leader of the Exclusion Sect, an established master with treasures for over a hundred years.
"Rest assured."
Seeing hesitation in the eyes of the opposition, He Zhong spoke slowly:
"In this city, as long as we don’t encounter those few top experts, I can handle a few moves."
"Even if I meet those few, survival wouldn’t be difficult."
As he spoke, his aura spread.
Although He Zhong was a Martial Arts Grandmaster, the Dharma Gate he practiced was mediocre, and the years he spent advancing to the Martial Sect were even shorter.
Despite his exceptional talent, his strength could only be considered decent.
But now...
That vast aura was heart-stopping, probably not much inferior to figures like the Nie Family’s ancestor.
"It seems Brother He has gained significantly here." Immortal Master Ge suppressed his surprise, stroked his beard, and nodded:
"Good thing, good thing."
He dropped his head, his expression solemn.
He Zhong didn’t know, not only did Xiao Haisheng leave him a Life Token, Dai Hengyu also left a mark on him.
So...
When Dai Hengyu died, He Zhong was present!
Exactly what did they encounter that led to Dai Hengyu’s death, while He Zhong’s strength improved by leaps and bounds.
Suppressing his inner distractions, Immortal Master Ge laughed and said:
"Fellow Daoist Fang is probably not coming."
"My in-law is timid; he probably never intended to come." He Zhong’s face showed disdain:
"Let’s go!"
"Yes."
......
In a certain Divine Hall.
Baili Zhan’s bright eyes watched the Hell Map quietly appear in the center, slowly grasped by someone.
He sighed inwardly, and bowed his hands to speak:
"Congratulations, senior, for acquiring such a treasure; your strength will surely reach new heights."
"Heh..."
The elder with white whiskers gently shook his head:
"The Hell Map is a treasure crafted by the Yama; apart from the Sect Leader of the Yama Sect, no one can truly control it."
"At most, I can only harness one or two-tenths of its power; if it were the Karmic Mirror or the White Bone Bridge, it would be much better."
"Senior." Baili Zhan’s eyes flickered:
"With this item, we can go to the real Yama Hall, can’t we?"
"Hmm."
The elder nodded:
"To access Yama Hall, you need a certain identity and status within the Yama Sect; currently, the magical treasures representing identity and status are scattered across the city, though one could enter the Yama Hall upon acquiring those."
"Are all those magical treasures?" Baili Zhan asked curiously.
"I am not sure." The elder shook his head:
"However, the Karmic Mirror, Hell Map, and White Bone Bridge—these three inheritances from the Yama Sect Leader—are definitely among them."
"Now, it remains to see where the other two items are."
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"Bang!"
Fang Zheng’s hands struck in succession, transforming fierce Palm Force into thunderbolts that crashed down, reverberating with thunderous noise.
"Pfft!"
Monk Jiefa spat blood, retreating frantically:
"Stop hitting, stop hitting, I surrender!"
"Surrender?"
Fang Zheng squinted:
"If you leave the Seven Treasures Golden Banner behind, I might consider giving you a chance."
"You..." Monk Jiefa grimaced, clenched his teeth, and withstood two more Palm Forces to charge into a Divine Hall.
The Seven Treasures Golden Banner was his treasured protection; if he were to hand it over, his life would be at the mercy of others.
Empathizing.
He certainly didn’t believe Fang Zheng would spare him after acquiring the Seven Treasures Golden Banner.
"Bang!"
"Clang-clang..."
Amidst a series of collisions, his figure flickered back and forth, frantically dodging attacks from behind.
At a certain moment.
"Boom!"
Monk Jiefa dashed into a temple, swiftly dodging behind a statue, and upon seeing several figures ahead, his face revealed joy.
With a grand wave of his sleeves, he tossed something.
"Commandery Princess, this is what you wanted!"
"Clang..."
An item fell to the ground, landing in front of Fang Zheng.
An inexplicable aura made him stop, gaze downward, his Celestial Secret Compass in the Sea of Consciousness spontaneously activated.
Innate Supreme Treasure!
Divination Wondrous Object!
A good thing!
Fang Zheng’s eyes lit up, instinctively bending down to pick it up.
"Stop!"
Just then, a cold voice rang out, accompanied by a cold light streaking through the void towards Fang Zheng’s Baihui Acupoint.
"Huh?"
Fang Zheng’s face darkened as he raised his hand to parry the incoming object.
"Ding..."
Upon collision, he staggered back, finally seeing who had arrived.
Princess Qingyuan Li Yingxuan!