Chapter 166: Respective Means

"Goodness, goodness, several donors, don't be anxious. The thing my master and brother want to beg for is exactly your lives. You donors are deeply planted with demonic nature. I hope you can cultivate good fruits in the next life and enter my Buddha gate." The young monk seemed not to have heard the threatening words of the scholar, but instead lowered his head and said softly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the demonic path crowd opposite was furious. Immediately, two of them raised their hands, one threw a short sword wrapped in blood-red mist into the air, and the other threw a black four-square seal.

The blood-colored short sword just flashed in the air, and turned into a stream of blood light, shooting straight towards the young monk.

The black seal grew more than ten times larger in the wind, and pressed towards the tall and thin monk with great momentum.

But in the next moment, the actions of these two monks greatly surprised the demonic path disciples opposite.

I saw the young monk recite a Buddha name, raised his arm unhurriedly, and his entire arm instantly turned into a pale golden color. He reached forward with his five fingers and grabbed the blood-colored short sword that had shot over. After rubbing his hands together, the blood-colored short sword between his palms "puffed" and turned into a ball of blood mist, collapsing and shattering.

On the other side, the tall and thin monk looked up at the black seal pressing down, took a step forward, and punched towards the high sky.

A shocking beast roar suddenly came from the monk's body. Dense silver spirit inscriptions appeared on the arm that punched out, and a pale silver giant lion head shadow fist condensed above his head, hitting the bottom of the black seal.

With a loud "Rumbling" sound,

The black seal was punched away like a child's toy.

"Not good, it might be a true disciple of the Jin Gang Temple, let's make a move together!"

The scholar's eyes twitched when he saw this, but he roared in a low voice immediately. He patted a leather bag at his waist, and immediately a strange leopard with a blood-red body and a third eye on its forehead flew out. Then he flipped his hand, and a blue-glowing long blade appeared in his hand. He just waved it in the void, and an icy blade Qi a zhang long rolled out from the blade edge.

The other five or six Moluo Sect disciples also made their moves in shock and anger.

Some muttered words, with blood-colored spear shadows appearing in front of their bodies, and some took out several talismans from their chests, stimulated them together, and turned them into a swarm of ice cones, fireballs, and wind blades.

There was even a Moluo Sect disciple who directly bit his tongue and sprayed a blood-red mist to completely shroud his body. His figure soared, turning into a small giant a zhang tall. Dense black patterns appeared on his skin, and wisps of fresh blood seeped out. After a roar, he rushed over directly.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The young monk was still shy and spoke softly, but he raised his hand, and his pale golden palm grabbed the icy blade Qi that was rolling over, shattering it. He raised his foot again, kicked and shattered the few blood-colored spear shadows that shot over, and then used his body to forcibly resist the attacks of several spells such as fireballs and ice cones.

On the other side, the tall and thin monk's body had lion roars one after another. Between his gestures, pale silver lion head shadows appeared on his hands and feet. No matter magic artifacts or spells, they all shattered with one hit, and then he directly met the rushing blood-colored small giant, and with just a few punches, he beat this opponent back repeatedly, with screams coming from his mouth continuously.

The scholar opposite saw this, and his heart sank. But at this moment, it was too late to think about anything. He let out a sharp whistle, and the blood-red leopard beside him turned into a wild wind and rushed straight at the tall and thin monk. At the same time, he took out a few clean white jade bone needles from his chest, inserted them into various parts of his head, and swallowed a blood-red pill quickly.

"Puff!" "Puff!"

Several blood threads sprayed out from various parts of his head, turning into thick blood mist and permeating.

The scholar pinched the spell with one hand again, and these blood mists entered his seven orifices like living things. Then his spirit Qi fluctuation rose quickly, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

"Kill!"

He slashed three times forward with the blue long blade in his hand, and three blue icy blade Qi rolled out continuously. The temperature in the nearby void dropped wildly in an instant.

The young monk in the distance saw this, but instead of fear, his eyes lit up. He recited several Buddha names happily, as if seeing something he loved. The seemingly ordinary cassock on his body released golden light, and countless Sanskrit shadows emerged. He then happily rushed directly towards the giant blade Qi.

At the entrance of the Jialan Secret Realm outside.

Tianchan Laozu looked at Guangfa and asked with a strange expression:

"Old Monk Guangfa, who are the two little monks who just arrived and entered the secret realm? If I didn't see it wrong, both of them used spells to cover up their cultivation, and even I couldn't see through them? What kind of ghost are you playing in the Jin Gang Temple?" 【

"That's right, if this old woman hasn't seen wrong, these two little monks each seem to be carrying some kind of Buddhist treasure on them. This relic of mine, which I obtained with such difficulty back then, actually started to become scorching hot when that little monk Gu approached," the elderly woman in green nearby also took out a thumb-sized, pale-gold crystal from her person, and with a look of suspicion, asked the old monk as well.

"Since Fellow Daoist Qing has said so, then those two little monks just now really are unusual. Lie is a bit careless and didn't notice," Lie Guang put on an appearance of being too negligent and failing to detect anything abnormal, but the look of curiosity on his face could be seen by anyone.

Seeing this, Monk Guangfa's expression sank slightly, and after a Buddhist chant, he replied indifferently:

"Amitabha, isn't it a bit too much for the three benefactors to question this old monk like this?

Fellow Daoist Tianchan, that girl in palace attire beside you, although her cultivation seems low, when entering the secret realm, she actually caused the entrance of the passage to vibrate on its own. I fear she is carrying some terrifying object on her, right?

Fellow Daoist Qing, that chief true disciple of your Thousand Bamboo Sect who is said to be peerless in controlling artifacts among the same rank, the two long swords carried on his back, why do they look a bit like the 'Purple Lustrous Twin Swords' used by Fellow Daoist Ziguang of your sect before he formed his Golden Core in the past?

As for Fellow Daoist Lie, those twin sisters who followed one of your sect's true disciples and snuck in, they should be the legendary dual cultivators of Dharma and body. They should have practiced the breathing techniques of the ancient Qi Refiners, and I fear they have already reached the first-rank Great Perfection, only one step away from the second-rank warrior realm of the Foundation Establishment Stage, right?"

Hearing Guangfa say this, the other three Golden Core ancestral elders could not help but look at each other.

"Hehe, Guangfa, your Buddhist Heavenly Eye Ability is truly formidable. I fear you are not far from the level of a divine ability, to have seen through all of our little tricks so clearly," Ancestor Tianchan yawned somewhat awkwardly, wanting to vaguely gloss over this matter.

"This Jialan Secret Realm involves the opportunity for a Nascent Soul; it is naturally not excessive for us to each employ some means.

However, this old monk has a suggestion. I wonder if you fellow daoists would be willing to hear it?" Seeing this, Monk Guangfa's expression softened, and he changed his tone to ask a question in return.