Chapter 287

Before their eyes, the void around his hundred-zhang-long dragon body trembled slightly!

A formless force field, thin as a cicada's wing yet seeming capable of reflecting all heavens and inverting the universe, instantly enveloped him!

That force field was as smooth as a mirror and as illusory as the moon's reflection in water.

Black and white Qi of yin and yang circulated upon it, along with strands of profoundly mysterious spatial law power, as if it constituted a world of its own!

The next moment!

All the sky-filling Buddhist light and the heaven-destroying, terrifying attacks landed entirely upon that formless "Mirror Flower, Water Moon" force field!

However, an unbelievable scene unfolded!

Whether it was the supremely mighty Demon-Subduing Pestle, capable of shaking mountains, or the soul-shaking, all-pervading sound of the Jin Gang bell.

Whether it was the pure, evil-repelling Buddhist light of the Precious Lotus Lamp, or the razor-sharp precept knife light capable of severing cause and effect.

The instant they touched that thin, formless force field, they all vanished without a trace, like mud oxen entering the sea!

It was as if they had been completely absorbed by an invisible mirror capable of devouring everything!

Not even the slightest ripple was raised!

"This... how is this possible?!"

Seeing this scene, the Sweeping Old Monk's face, usually as calm as an ancient well and seemingly indifferent to life and death, finally revealed a look of unbelievable horror!

He simply could not comprehend why his thunderous strike, which condensed his lifetime of cultivation base and Buddhist realization, and which he had unleashed by even burning his lifespan, would... why would it sink like a stone into the sea, raising not the slightest ripple?!

This completely defied the supreme principles of martial arts! It defied the laws of heaven and earth!

Just as his mind shook violently and he sensed impending doom.

Ning Chuan's cold and mocking voice rang out in his ears once more, like a death sentence talisman:

"Old bald donkey, have you finished playing?"

"Then now, it is this seat's turn."

"As the saying goes, use their own Dao to return upon their own person."

"Let you also taste the flavor of your own Fomen's supreme divine ability!"

Before his voice even faded!

The formless "Mirror Flower, Water Moon" force field surrounding Ning Chuan suddenly blazed with brilliant light!

Like a black hole, it began to spin frantically!

Immediately after!

All the attacks previously absorbed by the force field.

Whether the phantom of the Demon-Subduing Pestle, the sound waves of the Jin Gang bell, or the Buddhist light of the Precious Lotus Lamp...

At this very moment, they were all reflected back out from within that force field!

Moreover, their power was not just several times greater than before, but far more!

That power not only contained the Sweeping Old Monk's vast Fomen vow power but also fused with Ning Chuan's domineering, destruction-filled demonic power!

It became even more violent, and even more... destructive!

As if intending to completely purify this entire heaven and earth!

"Not good!"

The Sweeping Old Monk felt that familiar yet even more terrifying attack rushing toward him.

His expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with horror and despair!

He never expected that the opponent possessed such a heaven-defying divine ability capable of absorbing and reflecting attacks!

This was truly unheard of and unseen!

He hurriedly tried to mobilize his Buddha Dharma Image to block!

But, it was all too late!

The sky-filling Fomen divine ability attacks, amplified several times over, slammed violently like a storm of wind and rain onto the three-hundred-zhang-tall golden Buddha Dharma Image behind him!

Boom—!!!!!!

A earth-shattering roar, louder and more terrifying than any before, as if capable of completely destroying the entire world, suddenly exploded throughout heaven and earth!

That three-hundred-zhang golden Buddha, solemn in appearance and overwhelming in power.

After being violently struck by his own attacks, which had been amplified several times over.

Could not withstand even a single breath; like porcelain struck by a heavy hammer, it cracked inch by inch and collapsed with a crash!

It turned into sky-filling golden specks of light, vanishing into nothingness like a golden rain!

Overwhelming!

A thorough, incomprehensible overwhelming!

"Puh—!!!"

With the Buddha Dharma Image broken, the Sweeping Old Monk was struck as if by lightning!

He violently spat out a large mouthful of golden Buddhist blood, his face instantly turning pale as paper, his aura withered to the extreme!

His originally upright body became hunched, as if he had aged several decades in an instant!

He looked at Ning Chuan, his eyes filled with unbelievable terror and... deep fear!

Within the valley, no, along the entire coast of the East Sea, fell into a deathly silence!

Everyone was so thoroughly shocked by this scene, which resembled a myth shattering, that they lost their souls and speech!

Their minds went completely blank!

They could not comprehend at all what had just happened!

That three-hundred-zhang golden Buddha, god-like and overwhelming in power, had actually... actually been shattered solidly by his own attacks?!

This... this was simply too bizarre, too absurd, wasn't it?!

"No... impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Abbot Xuan Ci and the assembly of Songshan Shaolin Gao Seng stood with mouths agape, their minds shattered!

They could never believe that their hidden master, like a divine pillar stabilizing the sea and regarded as the Fomen's last hope, would... would be defeated so miserably, so thoroughly!

Their faith, in this very moment, seemed to be crumbling!

Some monks with weaker cultivation base even collapsed directly onto the ground, muttering to themselves, appearing like madmen.

Shi Shi Feixuan and Bi Bi Xiuxin also had pale, beautiful faces, their delicate bodies trembling slightly.

Looking at the black flood dragon hovering proudly amidst the sky-filling Jin Guang, like an ancient primordial demon god, their eyes were filled with indescribable shock and... a trace of despair.

They knew that Songshan Shaolin had, this time... truly been defeated.

Defeated utterly, without a single spot of skin left intact.

"What... what terrifying supernatural power! What... what domineering demonic energy!"

Ning Daoqi muttered to himself, and for the first time, a Solemn expression appeared in his wise eyes.

He knew that he himself was probably far from a match for this flood dragon.

The opponent's methods had already exceeded the Fan Chou of martial arts, approaching the very "Dao"!

Ning Chuan looked at the sweeping old monk, whose aura was listless and who was Suffering heavy injuries; a trace of cold killing intent flashed within those pale golden Long Zhao.

He intended to Chenciji Society and completely erase him, to cut off future troubles!

That massive Long Zhao, covered in hard scales and flashing with a grim cold light, reached out again!

Unexpectedly, it moved to crush the sweeping old monk's head down with a vicious squeeze!

He intended to completely erase this Fomen's divine pillar from this world!

Just at this critical moment!

"Flood Dragon Benefactor! Spare him!"

A voice filled with anxiety and helplessness suddenly rang out!

Immediately, a figure in a Taoist robe, with the bearing of an immortal, instantly appeared before the sweeping monk, blocking Brother Ning Chuan's killing strike!

It was the "Recluse" Ning Daoqi who had been watching from the sidelines all along!

He bowed to Brother Ning Chuan and said in a deep voice, "Flood Dragon Benefactor, your supernatural powers are vast; this poor Taoist admires them to the utmost."

"But, in this battle, you have already won."

"I hope Benefactor can show mercy where possible and let the master go."

"After all, when will endless revenge ever end? Leaving a spark of incense for Fomen Songshan Shaolin can also be considered accumulating some merit for Benefactor himself."

He did not want to see the Fomen completely decline from here on.

Looking at Ning Daoqi who had suddenly intervened, a torrent of raging fury instantly erupted within those pale golden Long Zhao!

"Get out of my way!"