Chapter 301: Dharma Treasure

"Drip, drop."

The Early Zifu cultivators' colorful light rose in the rainwater. Each True Person held a Dharma treasure, looking at him with different expressions—some calm, some compassionate, some complex. Their supernatural powers were intertwined, without a single gap.

"Nine True Persons..."

The Wrathful Jinlian Mohe stared with golden eyes, secretly urging his Golden Nature, only to find that the space between the Great Void was intertwined, and a large array had long been set up to prevent him from escaping into the Great Void. He could not help but be both shocked and angry.

"You... you... plotting against me?"

The Wrathful Jinlian Mohe's handsome face twisted. His body was scorching hot, and misty water vapor rose from him. The lines of his waist and back were distinct. He stared at the group of Early Zifu cultivators with deep golden eyes, laughing from extreme anger, and shouted:

"Good... a good 'yellow oriole behind the mantis'. I fear you had been plotting this for a long time... No wonder... no wonder!"

The nine rays of colorful light swirled, presenting different forms, but all were determined, blocking heaven and earth tightly, without a single concession.

"Mount Qingchi Sect... Jin Yu Sect... Zhangxiao Gate... Ziyan Gate... Tangjin Gate... Good! Good! You all came!"

The Wrathful Jinlian Mohe roared like a madman. The trees and forests beneath his feet collapsed, and wild beasts bowed their heads. A heavy pressure permeated, and the momentum on his body soared constantly.

The Wrathful Jinlian Mohe confronted the group of Early Zifu cultivators. Li Li Tongya knelt on the ground, unable to straighten his back under the pressure above. He could only crawl on the ground, moving carefully. The wound in his abdomen constantly gushed blood, dripping into the rainwater.

"Hiss..."

Li Li Tongya breathed deeply, using his remaining magic power to condense a water film to block the large hole in his abdomen. He knelt on the ground exhaustedly, using the Mount Qingchi Sword to support himself, moving a few steps on the ground, and moved toward Li Li Xuanling's corpse.

"Ling'er."

After the great battle, Li Li Xuanling's body was torn to pieces, leaving only a head standing in place, staring with wide eyes. Li Li Tongya curled his body, holding his eldest son's head.

His blood-stained hand reached toward his waist, but Li Li Tongya found that his storage bag had disappeared during the struggle. He had been frugal all his life, and the storage bag he used was the most ordinary one, with no protective power. It had been torn to pieces by this level of magic power after two hits.

Fortunately, there were no items in this storage bag. Li Li Tongya struggled on the ground twice, panting twice to recover his magic power. He took off his long gown, wrapped Li Li Xuanling's head, and tied it carefully to his waist.

Once separated from Li Li Tongya's body, the long gown lost the influence of the "Vast Sea" and was quickly stained brown-red by blood and rainwater. Li Li Tongya glanced at the rays of colorful light above, and spiritual sense warnings constantly appeared in his mind:

"If you stay any longer, you will die!"

He gritted his teeth, his whole body in such pain that it felt like it was being torn to pieces. Fortunately, the Profound Pearl Talisman Seed in his Qi Sea acupoint constantly provided cool energy to keep him clear-headed. Li Li Tongya chanted an incantation, rode the wind shakily, and rose, but after flying only half a mile, he fell into the jungle like a shooting star.

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The situation in the sky became increasingly tense. The colorful light of the supernatural powers shone brightly. The Wrathful Jinlian Mohe roared, his body growing like a balloon. His face became as large as a house, and his eyes were like two lanterns, shining with golden light in the sky.

"Zhang Zhang Tianyuan! It really was you. I knew you were the leader. We haven't met in nearly a hundred years. I want to see what kind of supernatural power you have cultivated!"

The ray of colorful light in the center revealed a figure—a youth wearing Eight Trigrams Daoist robes, with a handsome appearance and an outstanding demeanor. It was True Person Zhang Tianyuan, who had been leading the group. He just looked sideways at the golden body of the wrathful countenance above and said calmly:

"Wrathful Four-Demon Emperor Brake Countenance... Monk, you have been swallowed by the wrathful countenance, losing your true self."

"Hmph!"

The two patterned short sticks of the Wrathful Jinlian Mohe also grew larger with his transformation, like two large copper pillars, which he swung in his hands, knocking away the two Dharma treasures that had flown over to probe. He sneered:

"If I can subdue demons and eliminate monsters, what does it matter if I transform into the wrathful countenance? You lot are colluding with the rebels of my sect, wanting to harm me, but you are overestimating yourselves... Nine-life Jinlian Mohe... is not something you can fathom!"

Golden patterns flickered on the copper sticks, complex and intricate, suppressing everything from the sky. True Person Zhang Tianyuan flicked his sleeve, and a small, black turtle shell flew out, growing in the wind. In an instant, it transformed into the size of a house, shining with Dharma light, and met the copper sticks.

"Ding──"

True Person Zhang Tianyuan refined a Dharma treasure to block the Wrathful Jinlian Mohe's offensive, and said gently:

"Not as good as before..."

The Wrathful Jinlian Mohe's golden eyes shone, looking at the surrounding Early Zifu cultivators without the slightest fear, spitting out Sanskrit sounds that echoed in the sky like thunder.

"Ridiculous! Do you know what the Wrathful Four-Demon Emperor Brake Countenance truly is!"

The Wrathful Jinlian Mohe stomped his feet heavily, making a swallowing motion. His lips were white and sharp, as large as a human head. Countless golden lights surged from his throat, falling in the torrential rain. This golden light danced constantly in the air, changing into various shapes upon landing.

Some were monks holding short sticks, some were Arhats with serpents and dragons coiled around them, some were boys and girls, tigers, wolves, foxes, and snakes, riding the wind and shuttling through the air, forming formations one after another. For a time, the space between heaven and earth was filled with figures, all glaring angrily.

"So you have already refined the Wrathful Countenance to Subdue Demons and Heaven and Earth. I fear that under heaven, you are the Buddhist cultivator closest to the Dharma Image! No wonder you were so confident."

True Person Zhang Tianyuan praised, but he was still fearless, laughing:

"If you were more normal and had been polite to the seven paths of the Northern Buddhist Dharma, why would you have ended up like this today..."

Seeing him in such a relaxed manner, the Wrathful Jinlian Mohe felt unease rise in his heart, with a vague guess. He saw True Person Zhang Tianyuan laugh, clap his hands lightly, chant an incantation, and cast a spell, laughing:

"I respectfully invite the Dharma treasure to appear!"

"Ding-a-ling..."

As soon as True Person Zhang Tianyuan finished speaking, several crisp sounds of metal being dragged rang out between heaven and earth. Black chains surged from the void, crossing heaven and earth, falling toward the Wrathful Jinlian Mohe, intertwining and branching, appearing with hundreds and thousands of forks. For a time, the sky turned dim.

The Wrathful Jinlian Mohe finally moved, shocked and pale. The golden patterns on his body lit up one by one, wanting to dodge these chains.

Who would have thought that this Dharma treasure would follow like a shadow, unavoidable, falling onto the Wrathful Jinlian Mohe, winding around him layer upon layer. The Wrathful Jinlian Mohe screamed madly, shouting fiercely:

"Dharma treasure... it's a Dharma treasure... which True Lord is it!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 302 =====