Chapter 432: Nine Holy Weapons Unite, Eight Precepts' Whereabouts

Tang Luo raised his hand and displayed the Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal, confronting his opponent head-on.

The two palms collided.

The great hall was filled with terrifying power, and the pierced Buddha statues around it toppled over, crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces.

Cracks also appeared on the floor, ceiling, and surrounding cliffs, with rubble falling down.

The entire hall trembled, this underground fortified chamber seeming as if it would collapse in the next second.

The Ghost Doctor lay on the ground, his face deathly pale, feeling as if he were being trampled by ten thousand horses and chariots, and that he would lose his life in the next second.

He also understood why neither the Hate-Heaven Divine Lord nor the Four Degrees Demon Monk had paid any attention to him.

Because the three of them were not from the same world at all.

Obtaining the nine holy weapons might allow one to open a completely new world never seen before, and even become an immortal.

The Ghost Doctor firmly believed this, but he had never imagined.

The Four Degrees Demon Monk and the Hate-Heaven Divine Lord, the two of them, had originally come from that "world" which everyone longed for and aspired to—the realm of immortals.

No wonder the Hate-Heaven Divine Lord, back then, destroyed the Buddhist sect yet paid no heed to the holy weapons.

Now, the Four Degrees Demon Monk, in collecting the holy weapons, also had another purpose.

"You guys, this is bullying..."

Blood continuously flowed from his mouth, the Ghost Doctor's heart filled with boundless resentment, his eyes gradually losing their luster, dying in the clash between Tang Luo and the Yellow-Browed Monster, amidst the slight leakage of residual waves.

The two palms collided, the Yellow-Browed Monster did not budge, nor did Tang Luo retreat, appearing to have fought to a standstill.

The Yellow-Browed Monster's confidence greatly increased, he withdrew his palms and transformed them into claws, both claws lunging toward Tang Luo.

Annihilation Claw!

For a moment, the vibrations ceased, and suddenly it became cold, desolate, and lonely.

It seemed as if all life was being annihilated within these two claws, ceasing to exist.

Only coldness and death remained.

Facing the incoming Annihilation Claw, Tang Luo still opposed it with the Nirvana Glazed Great Hand Seal, palms meeting claws.

Without the noise from the previous force collision, silently, the ground beneath his feet transformed, from hard stone slabs into gravel.

Many of the surrounding Buddha statues underwent the same change.

"Why don't you fight back?" the Yellow-Browed Monster stared at Tang Luo, revealing a ferocious grin.

"..."

Tang Luo slightly furrowed his brows, saying nothing.

"Hahahaha!" the Yellow-Browed Monster laughed wildly, beginning a frenzied assault.

Annihilation Claw, Nine Abysses Palm, Soul-Destroying Leg.

He displayed one by one the many martial techniques and divine abilities close to the wuxia style of this world.

A frenzied violent rain poured down toward Tang Luo.

The entire inner hall instantly turned into hell—death, cold, wailing, fierce howls, and—heavenly ferocity!

Tang Luo remained motionless, displaying the Thousand Hands unable to defend, guarding against leakage, repelling enemies from all sides.

"Tang Xuanzang, you disappoint me greatly!"

The Yellow-Browed Monster roared fiercely, as Tang Luo's body before him turned into a blurred afterimage, seemingly trying to escape his attack range.

But the Yellow-Browed Monster closely followed, catching up to Tang Luo and lashing out with another claw.

Tang Luo softly shouted: "Still."

The Yellow-Browed Monster's movement paused slightly, then immediately regained control of his body, though this claw was also easily dodged by Tang Luo.

"When did you also learn these?" the Yellow-Browed Monster, gaining the upper hand, showed no mercy, his attacks growing increasingly violent.

Tyrant Yin-Evil, yet fierce as thunder's roar, power erupted.

The hall swayed on the verge of collapse, already nearing the brink of cave-in.

The rubble from above kept falling down continuously.

Yet the two paid no heed, for as the rubble approached, it would become even finer, until turning into flying gravel.

"Die!"

Accompanied by the Yellow-Browed Monster's shrill cry.

Beside him, a phantom of an angry Buddha appeared, face twisted and ferocious, covered with cracks.

Overall, it presented a purplish-black hue.

The great Buddha had no trace of mercy, only burning fury; the Yellow-Browed Monster seemed to be controlling this angry Buddha, he himself being the angry Buddha.

Or as if he wanted to tear apart this great Buddha, becoming one who destroys Buddhism.

Born into the Buddhist sect, yet becoming its enemy, this was his most violent revenge strike.

Avici Angry Buddha!

The angry Buddha's two hands swept inward to envelop, striking toward Tang Luo, everything in his palms firmly locked, even the air imprisoned.

Tang Luo appeared like a tiny insect trapped in amber, unable to move, only able to watch helplessly as the catastrophe of heaven's descent descended.

"Is that all?"

At the moment the palms enveloped, the Yellow-Browed Monster heard Tang Luo speak.

Brilliant golden light burst from Tang Luo's body, instantly forming a phantom radiating golden splendor.

The phantom's hands were clasped together before the chest, giving a sense of the stability of a towering mountain.

Moreover, a great black cloak spread, extending a "black moon" behind him.

The phantom bore Tang Luo's face, eyes closed, neither joyful nor sorrowful.

The angry Buddha's two palms struck the profound gold phantom, making no progress whatsoever.

The tyrannical, yin-evil power didn't even ripple, let alone shatter the phantom or injure Tang Luo inside.

This is the parry after complete mastery, combining the form that the Liuli Pure Robe should have.

At the Moon Palace that day, it was just a trial run.

After all, one had to consider the Moon Palace disciples' mental endurance, and at that time, more holy weapons needed to be drawn out.

Now there's no need to consider that.

The Yellow-Browed Monster is an "old friend" whose background is known; his mental endurance shouldn't be that poor.

"You!"

The Yellow-Browed Monster's face was ferocious with shock, "Not injured?" He felt a bit overwhelmed.

Impossible, he couldn't have been mistaken; the opponent was indeed injured.

The Yellow-Browed Monster was also wounded, but due to entering the demonic path, in the short term, his combat power was even stronger than before.

This is also why the Yellow-Browed Monster dared to act.

Everyone is injured; I can unleash a burst—what right do I have not to fight?

Moreover, the Yellow-Browed Monster's hatred for Tang Luo is no less than his hatred for Maitreya.

He hates Maitreya, he hates the Buddhist sect, he hates Tang Luo, so he calls himself the Hate-Heaven God-King.

The Buddhist sect in this jianghu has already been exterminated by the Yellow-Browed Monster, but the true Ling Mountain, the Great Thunder Sound Temple, does not exist.

Maitreya doesn't have it, nor does Tang Xuanzang and his disciples.

Enemies meeting, eyes red with hatred—how could the Yellow-Browed Monster restrain himself, how could he not act?

But now, the strength displayed by Tang Xuanzang before him made the Yellow-Browed Monster feel, in a daze, that it was even stronger than when he had seen him years ago.

A trace of regret spread.

"Injured, huh? Ascetics don't tell lies." Tang Luo said, "You're just too weak."

I didn't expect him to be so weak as to have no value even as a sparring partner.

Tang Luo didn't say that sentence.

Just now, that burst of combat had already been the Yellow-Browed Monster's strongest state.

If they kept fighting, this guy would only grow weaker, and there would be no point in sparring.

Going back to spar with Ao Yulie would be about the same.

Tang Luo had an accurate judgment on these.

"I..." The Yellow-Browed Monster still wanted to say something.

Tang Luo pointed with a finger.

The Rebirth and Salvation Finger!

This finger seemed to cross time and space, landing on the Yellow-Browed Monster's brow at the same moment as pointing to the Angry Buddha of Avici.

The Yellow-Browed Monster's body shuddered, he fell backward, and upon hitting the ground, turned into a pool of blood, his true form utterly destroyed.

Walking to the side, Tang Luo picked up the herdsman's whip that had just been thrown down and walked outward.

Behind the door, the sole remaining intact giant Buddha statue, which had just been preserved, turned to sand and gravel with his steps and fell to the ground.

"Master!"

Outside, seeing Tang Luo emerge, Ao Yulie immediately went forward, "Was the person inside the Hate-Heaven God-King? The feeling just now..."

"It was the Hate-Heaven God-King, and also the Yellow-Browed Monster." Tang Luo said, "After that time, he was abandoned by Maitreya, so..."

Not elaborated, everyone understood.

"I just said that Maitreya guy isn't a good person!" Ao Yulie immediately said, following closely behind his master's steps.

"And what about the second senior brother—what does this Yellow-Browed Monster know?" After declaring "I am your most loyal disciple," Ao Yulie asked.

Tang Luo slightly shook his head: "He doesn't know where Zhu Bajie is; look at the nail rake—it should be able to lead us to him."

The two walked and talked, arriving at the Moon Palace disciples' side.

The surrounding ghost officials had naturally all been killed already; after Tang Luo seized the herdsman's whip, all the ghost officials became puppets without strings.

Dealing with them would be very easy.

However, before that, some Moon Palace disciples were still injured.

Tang Luo walked over, directly performed the opening light, healed their injuries, and gained gratitude and merit.

Looking as if they were about to cling to Tang Luo, the Moon Palace disciples kept calling "Holy Monk, Holy Monk" without cease; Ao Yulie not only fell into deep thought, but clearly, just now it wasn't him who turned the tide and saved people?

The master merely performed the opening light at the end.

Why did the master end up gaining the goodwill?

Exactly where did the problem lie?

"Speaking of which, this scene feels a bit familiar." Ao Yulie watched the scene, seeming to have seen it before—not wrong, it felt like many such scenes?

"All evils of the Hate-Heaven Sect have already been eradicated." Tang Luo said, "You need not worry anymore about the Hate-Heaven Sect bringing calamity to the jianghu."

Speaking of which, Lin Zhongtai and the Ghost Doctor were also quite ruthless.

Aside from these two, everyone else in the Hate-Heaven Sect were ghost officials.

This also made the destruction of the Hate-Heaven Sect extremely easy—eliminate the two chief culprits and it's done.

There are no remnants left.

After saying a few more formalities, Bai Zhu led the Moon Palace disciples away, while Tang Yuhan and Nai Taisheng both presented the holy weapons in their hands.

The nine holy weapons would form a nine-toothed nail rake; this equipment is obviously heaven-defying.

The difficulty of obtaining it goes without saying.

Even if Tang Luo were generous, he couldn't possibly share this equipment with the two.

"Master, I'll take my leave now." After returning the holy weapons, Nai Taisheng said.

With three days left until the three-month mission ends, he no longer needs to follow Tang Luo.

He might as well take one last look—there could be something else to gain.

Tang Yuhan made the same decision.

The two departed one after another; Ao Yulie placed the nine holy weapons in the same spot, and soon, their brilliance reappeared.

The nine weapons merged into one, and a true nail rake was formed.

It formed nine jade hanging teeth, cast as double-ring gold pendant leaves; the body adorned with the six luminaries aligned with the five stars, the body following the four seasons and eight solar terms; short and long, up and down, establishing heaven and earth; left and right, yin and yang dividing sun and moon; the six lines of divine generals following heavenly decrees, the eight trigrams' stars arranged according to the Dipper.

Nine-Tooth Nail Rake.

Personally forged by the Supreme Old Lord using divine ice iron, tempered with the Pure Thunder Mantra and the power of the Six Ding and Six Jia, it became a ritual vessel.

Its true name is the Supreme Treasure Gold-Forge Rake.

The Nine-Tooth Nail Rake hovered in midair, trembled slightly, and as Tang Luo expected, transformed into a stream of light flying toward a certain place.

"Go!"

Tang Luo grabbed Ao Yulie, a large shallow pit appeared beneath his feet, he leapt into the sky, and pursued the Nine-Tooth Nail Rake.