Chapter 450: Holy Lands, your ancestral graves are gone

Watching, Jiang Nan had to admit, the little monk Zhen Cheng was truly formidable.

A Half-Saint, the power erupting from him was not inferior to the Golden Winged Peng King.

If he were to battle the Golden Winged Peng King, it would be hard to say who would win.

The Golden Winged Peng King was arrogant and powerful, but he had only just broken through.

This monk had a great many methods and a great many items.

His whole body flashed with Buddha light—Maitreya, Vajra, Bodhisattva, Ancient Buddha, Golden Body... he knew everything. One moment he was like a golden dharma treasure, a round, rolling ball, charging everywhere trying to escape.

But he was always beaten back.

Even a group of Saints would have to avoid such sharpness; this bald guy couldn't manage it either.

He was becoming increasingly disheveled, but his trump cards were truly numerous—one after another, he just wouldn't die.

Even though he looked disheveled, his injuries weren't that heavy.

If another Saint were inside being besieged by so many, they might already be severely injured.

Although these Saints were not of one mind and each harbored their own ulterior motives.

But with so many killing blows and successive destructive impacts, it was difficult to parry.

Saints were powerful and could catch every flaw.

A slight flaw could lead to being blown up or suppressed.

Jiang Nan had long felt this bald guy was extraordinary.

Now was the perfect time to analyze and comprehend him.

With so many trump cards, wearing him down a bit more would make it easier to pin him down later.

Otherwise, who knew how he might sneakily run away.

This bald guy was cunning and black-bellied, yet he acted so honest and harmless.

Well, Jiang Nan had been much the same with An Daye before.

He called his own behavior wisdom; this bald guy was just a pit.

The divine abilities and methods of the Fomen Sect were also quite extraordinary, indeed relying on the power of faith.

As someone who loved the Dao of Combat, Jiang Nan disliked this path.

The Dao of Combat relies on one's own invincibility.

The power of faith borrows from the masses.

It was also basically certain that this little bald guy was, nine times out of ten, the past life of the unscrupulous Daoist Duan De.

He certainly wasn't bald then, either.

He just made himself look like this to scam or dig up things from the Fomen side.

And he had really collected quite a lot.

Many of those Fomen dharma treasures he threw out looked plain, yet they blocked Saint-level might.

Their temporary power was even more useful than Saint weapons.

But it was only temporary; they contained the power of faith, and once that was consumed, they would return to normal.

Occasionally, he could even enter the Divine Forbidden state.

But only occasionally.

It seemed he hadn't obtained the ultimate arts of his past life, the Crossing Tribulation Heavenly Venerate.

The Lin Character Secret was the foundation of the Divine Forbidden state.

Jiang Nan watched the show, analyzing everything.

Analyzing the little bald guy, and also analyzing the Saints who were attacking.

When he stepped into the Saint Realm later and was on the same level, he would suppress and kill them all.

He didn't fear a one-on-one fight now, but with so many, it was a bit tricky.

The sky turned dark, the void shattered, and in the depths of the chaotic darkness, they fought to the outer heavens and back again.

The little bald guy was howling, his bald head radiating golden light, which made those old guys very annoyed, so they specifically struck at his head.

They were annoyed just seeing that bald head.

He had used his bald head as a dharma treasure to trick them several times.

The little bald guy struggled continuously, his backup plans endless, baring his teeth as he tried to escape.

"Amitabha your grandfather! Why are you chasing me? Chase that heaven-killing brat instead!"

"This young master will get angry too! Believe it or not, I'll go steal all your ancestral graves later..."

"Haha, I'm just joking to liven up the atmosphere. Isn't it funny?"

"You're still coming? I'm really going to do it... Awoo... You damn old guy, I'll remember you! I've been to your ancestral grave before, I know where it is, your ancestral grave is gone!"

"Still not convinced? Old guy, I'm talking about you! When you die, I'll steal your grave too!"

"Amitabha, sin, sin. I actually got angry, this is very bad..."

"Haha, I was just impulsive, I was joking..."

"Little bald donkey, die!" The old guys' faces were all ugly to behold.

"Ouch, damn it, I'm going to die..."

"Help me..." The little bald guy's head was hammered repeatedly, his Buddha light in disarray, and he became increasingly disheveled, rolling back repeatedly.

This bald guy was truly resistant to beatings.

His whole body was covered in Buddha light and the power of faith, like a tortoise shell, always able to protect his vital points.

Even though he was like a big golden ball being kicked around.

He could still counterattack once or twice and even wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

The few Saints each had their own thoughts; this bald guy was as detestable as that Jiang Nan brat, hateful, and killing him was one thing.

Another was that this bald guy was full of secrets, suspected to have even more than that brat.

They all wanted to pin him down, slice him up, and analyze him.

And these Fomen methods were once taboo; now that time had passed, they were rarely mentioned.

This bald guy had mastered many of them.

They all wanted to take a peek.

Since they had encountered him, they naturally wouldn't be polite.

The little bald guy was truly capable of drawing hatred; the old men became increasingly furious, chasing and killing him relentlessly.

The next moment, they followed him down.

The little bald guy, like a round ball, smashed into the bottom of the large pit.

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

Complex array patterns surged into the sky, ancient coldness, surging and tyrannical, terrifying beyond compare.

The few Saints changed color, wanting to retreat immediately, but it was a bit too late.

"Haha, old guys, I've tolerated you for a long time."

"I told you this young master isn't someone to be trifled with. You were wrong, yet you insisted on chasing me."

"Feeling good now?"

"Do you know what my profession is? My profession is grave robbing! I specialize in robbing all kinds of great tombs. I'm most familiar with the killing intent of the array patterns in this Quasi-Emperor's ancient grave."

"I'm not just talking; I'll go steal all your ancestral graves later."

"Little bald donkey, you deserve to die!"

"A mere incomplete killing array wants to do something to us? Break for me!" At the Saint level, they were true great experts; they feared nothing.

One by one, they remained arrogant, attacking fiercely, wanting to break these array patterns.

And then capture that little monk.

However, they underestimated these array patterns; left behind by an ancient Quasi-Emperor, a Quasi-Emperor was far stronger than a Saint.

They were the existence closest to the Great Emperor. ===== CHAPTER 451 =====