Chapter 619: The Divine Sword Controlling Thunder Incantation

In the dark of night.

Puzhi channeled the Great Brahma Prajna, and the Buddha-light shone brilliantly, crashing into the black mist.

Boom—!

A sound like muffled thunder erupted from within the black mist; a moment later, Puzhi was seen slowly descending with a child named Lin Jingyu tucked under his arm, though a piece of his Buddhist robe had been torn away from behind.

Clearly, in the lightning-fast exchange just now, Puzhi had not gained much of an advantage.

The black mist hovered over the Grass Temple, refusing to leave, and a hoarse voice rang out: "Where did this bald donkey come from, daring to meddle in my business? If you know what's good for you, return that child to me at once."

Yu Liancheng rubbed his smooth, bald crown, feeling offended.

Puzhi pressed his palms together and said, "Amitabha. A monk's heart is one of compassion; this old monk absolutely cannot stand by and watch the child fall victim to your poisonous hands."

That person raged, "Thieving bald donkey, you are courting death!

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As his words fell, a whistle sounded from within the black mist that had been hovering all along, and a red glow flared intensely. A foul, fishy stench filled the air, and a red banner nearly two zhang tall slowly rose. The sound of ghosts wailing arose, growing increasingly shrill, as if countless vengeful spirits were crying; amidst it, there was faintly the sound of bones rattling, which was chilling to hear.

"Thieving monk, die!"

A phantom with a triangular head, four eyes, a pointed mouth, and fangs took on a physical form, rushing out from the red banner and charging toward the monk Puzhi with an incomparably foul stench.

"Poison Blood Banner!" A look of anger suddenly appeared on Puzhi's aged face, and he shouted, "Evil creature, to think you dare to cultivate such a wicked object that defies all conscience; today, I will absolutely not spare you."

The greater the power of this Poison Blood Banner, the more severe the harm done to innocent people during its refinement. To refine it to the level of power seen before them, at least three hundred people's essence and blood were required.

Puzhi did not put down the child under his arm; he merely formed the Buddhist Lion Seal with one hand. Golden Dharma rings faintly emerged from his fingertips, shining with golden light, righteous and imposing, resisting the ghostly entity in mid-air.

The white-clad monk walked slowly toward his senior brother, not in a hurry to step in and help.

Puzhi was one of the Four Great Divine Monks of Tianyin Temple, a top-tier expert among the best in the world; could some random person who popped up really finish him off?

Just as this thought crossed his mind, Puzhi's figure suddenly swayed, and the golden light wheel before him became unstable. The ghostly entity in front opened a giant blood-red eye on its forehead, and a beam of red light suddenly shot out, shattering the golden light into pieces and striking Puzhi heavily in the chest, sending his entire body flying. Had he not been caught by the White-Clad Wonderful Monk, he likely would have been severely injured.

"Senior brother, how are your injuries?" Yu Liancheng supported Puzhi, channeling the same Great Brahma Prajna of their sect into Puzhi's body.

Puzhi spat out another mouthful of hot blood, staining his monk's robes red. Waves of intense pain accompanied by a numbing, itchy sensation bore down toward his heart. If not for his junior brother's help, the consequences would have been unimaginable: "I am fine..."

He forced himself to steady his mind and glanced toward the child who had fainted on the ground, only to see a seven-colored centipede crawling slowly out from the child's collar. It was as large as a palm, and most strangely, its tail was split into seven distinct, colorful prongs; its beauty carried a hint of terror: "Seven-Tailed Centipede!? You intentionally hid your strength and placed this highly poisonous creature on this child; you came for me, didn't you?"

The person in the black mist chuckled: "Bald donkey, hand over the Blood-Devouring Bead, and I will give you the antidote for the Seven-Tailed Centipede and let you brothers leave. Even if you don't consider yourself, you must consider that once-in-a-millennium genius of your Tianyin Temple."

"Amitabha." A clear, resonant Buddhist chant rang out. The white-clad monk walked slowly from behind Puzhi, pressed his palm diagonally downward, and instantly crushed the Seven-Tailed Centipede that had crawled off the child into a pulp: "Since you, benefactor, know that this little monk is the once-in-a-millennium genius of Tianyin Temple, why do you still dare to be so presumptuous? Are you really so tired of living?"

His demeanor remained as gentle and dashing as ever, but deep within his eyes flashed a scorching intent for battle.

This battle intent did not belong to the gentle and scholarly monk Puzhen, but came from the peerless powerhouse Yu Liancheng, who had traversed the world and defeated powerful enemies from all directions.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the Seven-Tailed Centipede die miserably, the person in the black mist was furious. This was a creature of rare poison in the world; even top-tier experts like Puzhi had fallen victim to it, which showed its value, and he had intended to use it again in the future.

Yet he had not expected it to be crushed to death by this monk with a single palm.

Furthermore, he knew this Seven-Tailed Centipede had already gained sentience; if they were to truly fight, it would be no less capable than an ordinary cultivator, yet it was casually crushed by Puzhen. The strength of this little bald donkey could not be underestimated.

Coupled with the fact that he already harbored ill will toward this White-Clad Wonderful Monk, he did not hesitate any longer and once again channeled the Poison Blood Banner.

"Since you don't know what's good for you, I'll send you to see the Buddha."

With a flash of red light, the Poison Blood Banner fluttered in the wind. Amidst the shrill wailing of ghosts, dozens of ghostly faces appeared simultaneously. With a howl of sinister wind, they swirled in the air for a moment before charging toward Puzhen.

"Junior brother, be careful!" Puzhi said hurriedly, but the movement triggered the virulent poison in his body, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Senior brother, focus on purging the poison; leave this person to me."

The white-clad monk chanted the "Six-Syllable Mantra," and the prayer beads hanging around his neck rose into the air, spinning incessantly before him. Each one emitted a golden light, forming a golden wall of light that was thick and solid.

Those ghostly faces had already reached him, the bloody stench rushing toward his face. But upon touching the golden light, they could not advance even half an inch, remaining deadlocked in mid-air.

"The little bald donkey has some skills, but my Poison Blood Banner is not just this."

A cold, sinister voice came from the black mist, and all the ghostly faces suddenly merged into a single, giant ghost face the size of a person, with a green face, fangs, and waves of malevolent energy.

Under the impact of this giant ghost face, the golden wall of light began to totter.

"Halt!"

Puzhen's handsome face wore a look of sternness. With a great shout, he performed the Buddhist Lion's Roar, the sound shaking the surroundings. The prayer beads before him, driven by the Great Brahma Prajna, suddenly flashed with brilliance, transforming into a Vajra Demon-Subduing Pestle, which he thrust forward violently, stabbing fiercely into the giant ghost face charging toward him. The ghost face immediately let out a shrill howl, struggled a few times, and dissipated into wisps of black mist.

As this giant ghost face scattered, a tear instantly appeared in the Poison Blood Banner, and a muffled groan sounded from within the black mist; clearly, the person inside was not having an easy time.

The White-Clad Wonderful Monk, robes fluttering, steered the Demon-Subduing Pestle, which transformed into a golden light and charged toward the black mist. Golden and red lights flared within the black mist, and from time to time, the Six-Syllable Mantra or the wails of fierce ghosts could be heard.

"In just two short years, my junior brother's cultivation has progressed so rapidly; he is truly worthy of being a once-in-a-millennium genius." Watching the two fighting in the sky, Puzhi could not help but sigh, then his thoughts shifted: "Although that person is hiding his head and showing his tail, he is a formidable Demon-path giant with profound magic power. My junior brother is still young after all and lacks combat experience; I must recover as quickly as possible to go and assist him, lest he fall into that person's trap."

Thinking this, he closed his eyes and focused on forcing out the poison.

It was a pity that the poison of the Seven-Tailed Centipede was truly too virulent; even though he possessed a deep Buddhist cultivation, he could not purge the poison for the time being, and the virulent toxin was even encroaching upon his heart meridian.

Bang!

Another muffled sound echoed in mid-air; the golden light exploded, the black mist rolled incessantly, and finally scattered in all directions, vanishing into nothingness.

And within the black mist, apart from the White-Clad Wonderful Monk, stood a tall, thin person shrouded in a black robe, whose specific appearance and age could not be seen, revealing only a pair of eyes filled with malice. On his back, a long sword was strapped.

The White-Clad Wonderful Monk landed slowly in front of the ruined temple, the Vajra Pestle before him casting a faint golden hue upon his handsome face. He pressed his palms together: "With such cultivation, why does your Excellency not dare to show your face?"

A fierce light flickered in the black-clad person's eyes, and he said sharply: "Heh, today I will send you to a place where you will have no burial ground."

The White-Clad Wonderful Monk felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this sentence; it seemed many people had said this to him before. As for the final outcome, looking at how he was still standing here in one piece, there was no need to say more.

On the other side, the black-clad person reached back and drew the long sword from his back with a "shing" sound. The sword was as clear as autumn water, with a faint blue light clinging to it. The blade still trembled slightly, emitting a sound like a dragon's roar.

"A good sword," the White-Clad Wonderful Monk praised.

He had a rather special feeling toward swords; in many of his memories, he had held a sword to defeat powerful enemies.

The black-clad person let out a low hum, held the sword seal, stepped on the Seven Stars, walked seven steps, and thrust the long sword toward the sky, chanting as he did so:

Nine Heavens Profound Mystery, transformed into Divine Thunder.

The brilliant might of Heaven, drawn by the sword.

In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky surged incessantly, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed wildly at the edges of the black clouds, and the world was filled with a chilling, murderous aura as a gale began to blow.

"Divine Sword Lightning Control True Formula!?" The White-Clad Wonderful Monk's expression changed slightly; he recognized the divine ability the man in black was using, and at the same time, he abandoned the idea of interrupting the opponent's spellcasting.

He knew that the "Divine Sword Lightning Control True Formula" was one of the Qingyun Sect's mountain-protecting wonders, marvelous and boundless. When casting the spell, it would naturally form an invisible Qi barrier around the caster via a divine weapon; unless one's strength far exceeded the caster's, it was absolutely difficult to break.

Rather than wasting true power, it was better to quietly wait for the divine lightning to arrive.

"It is the Divine Sword Lightning Control True Formula! Is he a member of the Qingyun Sect?"

Puzhi, who was dispelling poison, suddenly opened his eyes. His originally pale complexion looked like white paper, and a trace of surprise and a tiny bit of inexplicable fanaticism appeared in his eyes.

He looked up at the sky; dark clouds pressed down, and within the thick cloud layer, a huge vortex slowly appeared, as if it were a passage leading to the netherworld hell. The thunder had never been so deafening, and the lightning had never been so blinding, almost making it difficult for him to look directly at it.

It was as if the sky were about to collapse.

"Junior brother, let's go quickly! This is the Qingyun Sect's Divine Sword Lightning Control; it must not be blocked!" Puzhi hissed.

"It is already too late." The White-Clad Wonderful Monk's voice was so calm, and there were no ripples in his eyes, even... even carrying a hint of disappointment.

Even he himself found this feeling of disappointment somewhat inexplicable.

Could it be that he was disappointed that the power of this true formula was not great enough? That it couldn't strike him to death?

Boom!

In mid-air, an unprecedented thunderclap exploded, making people's eardrums buzz. Then, a dazzling bolt of lightning was seen descending from the nine heavens, striking into the human world and landing on the long sword of the man in black.

In an instant, the clothes of the man in black billowed high, his eyes wide open, as if he were about to burst apart at any moment. Within a radius of several dozen zhang, under the intense illumination of this electric light, it was as bright as day.

In Puzhi's eyes, a strange fanaticism appeared once again.

Only hearing the man in black give a loud shout, his left hand guided the sword formula, and he shook his wrist with all his might. Another muffled thunder sounded, and electric light shot out from the sword, slashing toward Yu Liancheng.

Rumble!

Along the way, wherever the electric light passed, grass, trees, bricks, and stones were all shattered into powder. Only on the road in the middle was a deep, scorched mark left behind, with wisps of electric light still not dissipated.

Just as the thunder and lightning were about to sweep across the white-clad monk, his palms, which were pressed together, shifted. The Vajra Pestle suddenly extended, and in a flash, it transformed into a precious umbrella, adorned with the seven Buddhist treasures such as purple gold, white silver, glaze, and crystal. It was exceptionally magnificent, completely covering Yu Liancheng's figure.

In an instant, the electric light struck the precious umbrella.

For a time, the rumbling of thunder was incessant, and the scorching white light illuminated the heavens and earth, incomparably brilliant, as if a sun had exploded. With Yu Liancheng as the center, objects within a radius of several zhang were sent flying in all directions.

"How is this possible?!"

Watching the precious umbrella steadily supporting itself amidst the electric light, a look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the man in black. This Divine Sword Lightning Control True Formula was actually unable to blast through the opponent's defense.

He did not know that the object in the white-clad monk's hand was forged from the Four Great Divine Stones and the Great Evil King, plus the blood of a peerless expert; it was a true divine weapon, and it possessed the characteristic of being Immortal and Indestructible. This characteristic ensured that it was difficult to destroy, and at the very least, it could not be broken by this Divine Sword Lightning Control True Formula.

The electric light and the precious umbrella remained in a stalemate.

The dazzling white light became the only color between heaven and earth.

A moment later, the eyes of the man in black flickered. Suddenly, the long sword in his hand shifted again, and the remaining electric light swept past the precious umbrella, booming toward the ruined temple. And at the moment he blasted it out, he turned into a black light and rode his sword away.

It must be said that this person was very decisive. Since the Divine Sword Lightning Control True Formula could not achieve a decisive effect, he had to retreat; otherwise, if Puzhi suppressed the poison and joined forces with Yu Liancheng, he would be in big trouble.

And at this time, striking Puzhi with the remaining electric light was to prevent Yu Liancheng from being able to pursue him.

Yu Liancheng hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he retreated, while simultaneously expanding the precious umbrella to protect Puzhi and the child behind him. As for this ruined temple, it was reduced to powder amidst the electric light.

"Senior brother, I will go and pursue that person; you rest well." The electric light dissipated, and the white-clad monk flew away on his umbrella, heading straight in the direction the man in black had fled.

The surrounding scenery flashed by rapidly, while his divine sense swept everywhere, not letting go of any corner.

After about ten breaths, a ray of light swept over from afar, and a clear voice came from the light: "Junior brother Puzhen, what happened?"

The white-clad monk saw the newcomer and could not help but be startled. He pressed his palms together and said, "Senior brother Cangsong, why are you here?"

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