Chapter 766

With Yan Chixia's help, the Dantian Palace was sealed, the six senses restored, and the Twelve Heavenly Stems masters finally came to their senses.

There was no time to thank Yan Chixia; they immediately followed his instructions, invoking Daoist methods to resist Pudu Cihang's Buddhist chant.

Killing one of the Twelve Heavenly Stems masters with the Buddha Seal chant meant nothing to Pudu Cihang.

His target was Yan Chixia.

Seeing Yan Chixia distractedly save the Twelve Heavenly Stems masters, he felt no anger—instead, his face lit up with delight.

The solemn Buddhist chant suddenly shifted its tone, faintly.

Yet the pitch had dropped so low that the words remained "Put down the killing blade, become a Buddha at once."

But the tone had indeed changed.

Even Yan Chixia had no time to react; in an instant, his mind grew chaotic.

The next moment, he felt himself immersed in supreme earthly bliss, as if he would abandon all restraint.

"This demonic monk…"

Fortunately, as a high elder of the Xuanxinzheng Sect, Yan Chixia had long been prepared for such sinister demonic arts.

As soon as the feeling arose, a series of mental seals locked deep within his consciousness shot forth, instantly clearing his spiritual platform.

His inner consciousness had now recovered, but outwardly, he appeared utterly entranced by Pudu Cihang's illusion.

His body moved involuntarily, stumbling forward with his sword case, face rapt in ecstatic delusion, slowly walking toward Pudu Cihang.

"Master Yan…"

One of the Twelve Heavenly Stems masters, seeing Yan Chixia seemingly bewitched by the Buddhist chant, cried out in alarm, trying to snap him back to his senses.

Yet Yan Chixia's body continued stumbling forward, just as before, toward Pudu Cihang.

"Excellent! Even the famed Yan Chixia is nothing special."

Pudu Cihang's Buddhist chant never paused, instead growing even faster.

Watching Yan Chixia's entranced state, his bark-like face cracked into a grotesque smile.

In his view, anyone struck by his Buddha Seal chant, lacking the proper Daoist method, failing to break free in time, and without aid from an equal cultivator,

Was doomed to die!

Yan Chixia, who had long plagued Master Changsheng, Cang Qu, and others, would surely fall into his hands—Pudu Cihang's.

"Master Yan…"

The Twelve Heavenly Stems master who had warned Yan Chixia now watched, stunned, as Yan Chixia remained motionless, still advancing.

In a few more steps, Yan Chixia would enter within one zhang of Pudu Cihang.

Overcome with dread, he trembled, preparing to rise and aid Yan Chixia.

"Xiao Yi, don't be reckless!"

Another man, seeing Xiao Yi rise, immediately shouted to stop him.

"Xiao Ding, though Yan Chixia left the Xuanxinzheng Sect, he is still one of our Daoist kin.

Just moments ago, we were all ensnared by this demonic monk and nearly perished—yet Yan Chixia, despite past grievances, saved us.

Now that Yan Chixia is in peril, how can I stand idle?"

With every word Xiao Yi spoke, he struggled to rise a little higher.

By the time he finished speaking, he had fully stood up.

Yet the instant he rose, he was caught within Pudu Cihang's Buddhist chant.

Instantly, he sank into the same daze, moving toward Pudu Cihang even faster than Yan Chixia had.

570 Is the Buddha himself here?

"Xiao Yi…"

The remaining Twelve Heavenly Stems masters could only watch helplessly as their companion flew toward his doom like a moth to flame.

As he stepped within one zhang of Pudu Cihang, his acupoints burst into radiant light—no cry, no struggle—only to vanish in a wisp of green smoke.

"Foolish mortal, a mere Heavenly Being dares to offer no resistance."

Pudu Cihang killed another Twelve Heavenly Stems master, his heart brimming with contempt.

In other regions of Jiuzhou, a Heavenly Being might be a local powerhouse.

But to Pudu Cihang, they were no better than cannon fodder.

Especially since this Buddhist chant was one of his greatest techniques.

Once the chant began, those of lower realms became his puppets without resistance.

Watching Yan Chixia take two more steps forward, he grew even happier, chanting with renewed fervor.

With Yan Chixia's death, his name, Pudu Cihang, would resound across all nine provinces.

The Yin Yue Cave Heaven would open at last.

He would obtain…

Shhh!

Shhh-shhh!

Shhh-shhh-shhh!

As Pudu Cihang reveled in the thought of defeating Yan Chixia, gaining fame, and receiving rewards,

Suddenly, a series of piercing whistles erupted within arm's reach.

Before him, countless flying swords had appeared, materializing out of nowhere before Yan Chixia.

Each blade was engraved with numerous Daoist seals and talismans.

Then, with a chorus of whistling cuts through the air, the swords shot toward Pudu Cihang.

The distance between them was now less than two zhang.

The flying swords' attack power was also immense, compounded by the Dao seals and talismanic scripts etched onto the sword bodies.

In an instant, these flying swords pierced straight through the Buddhist seals before Pudu Cihang, then pierced clean through his physical body.

"Ah…"

Countless flying swords passed through his body; beyond letting out a miserable shriek, Pudu Cihang could do nothing else.

In the blink of an eye, the positions of attacker and defender reversed.

Pudu Cihang's withered, emaciated frame was directly obliterated beneath the barrage of flying swords.

The bewitching Buddhist chants and Zen singing also gradually faded away.

Everything seemed to have returned to how it was before Pudu Cihang had arrived.

"Hero Yan, we thank you deeply for today's kindness."

With the immediate crisis resolved, the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches members stood up and expressed their gratitude to Yan Chixia.

They were actually feeling extremely awkward.

Clearly, it was a safeguard left here by Jin Guang, the Xuanxin Sect Master.

Not only did it keep the Yin Moon Cave Heaven from being unsealed, it also kept tabs on Yan Chixia's movements—in other words, it was surveillance of Yan Chixia.

Who could have imagined that before the formation could even be set up, they had lost two members, among other things.

In the end, the one who defeated Pudu Cihang was none other than their surveillance target, Yan Chixia.

At this moment, these experts of the Xuanxinzheng Sect were all somewhat red-faced.

In truth, just now they had been like Xiao Yi, thinking Yan Chixia had fallen under the Buddhist chants and Zen singing and was about to die.

Only they were more preoccupied with how they themselves might escape if Yan Chixia died.

Not a single one of them had stepped forward like Xiao Yi did, to save Yan Chixia.

All of this—how could Yan Chixia fail to understand it?

He gave a faint wave to these former fellow disciples, about to say something.

Suddenly, Yan Chixia's expression changed, and his hands formed a hand seal.

The flying swords, which had been about to return to the sword case, abruptly shot up into the air at his command.

After leaping high into the sky, they plunged downward, embedding themselves into the floor around the group.

In the blink of an eye, these flying swords formed a circle, trapping the group at its center.

"Hero Yan, this is…"

The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches experts still did not understand why Yan Chixia had suddenly acted as if facing a formidable enemy, arranging his flying swords in such a defensive posture.

The next moment, the sky, which had been clear and boundless, suddenly changed.

The sounds of fierce fighting from the mountainside in the distance gradually faded away.