Chapter 1444: Chapter 836: Fierce Battle Against the Sect Hierarch (Part 2)
Seeing that the dicine King True Buddha was already showing signs of being unable to support himself, the other four True Buddhas exchanged glances, not daring to hesitate any longer. They all leaped silently into the air, raising their Buddha Treasures which radiated an overwhelming Gold Light, attacking the Joyful True Buddha from all directions.
However, the dicine King True Buddha did not avoid or retreat, nor did he even glance back. With full resolve, he continued to attack the giant cauldron, as if there was a life-and-death grudge between him and the dicine King True Buddha.
“Inhumane!”
The instinct to survive is inherent in humans, even Immortal Buddhas cannot escape it.
But the response of the Joyful True Buddha at this mont clearly indicated a loss of reason, causing all Buddhas to feel an uneasy chill in their hearts.
However, just as they moved.
The Emperor of the North Pole and the Emperor Dongji quietly brought out the Pagoda and the Divine Bell.
Compared to the Joyful True Buddha, these two Giants of the Three Immortals Sect had fewer inner conflicts when facing all the Buddhas and monks, and when they took action, it was utterly ruthless.
Lady Houtu glanced at Shen Yi, and upon receiving a nod from the other, also took out the Jade Purification Bottle, rushing straight into the fray.
She could no longer understand this young man at all, but the arrangents he made seed to never go wrong.
The duel of nine First Rank Giants directly caused Southern Suru to crack open, with Jin Guang erupting, making the Wildland shake violently.
With four against five, they were not at a disadvantage at all.
“…”
The Ancestor God and a group of True Gods stood stunned inside the Buddha Cliff Prison.
Qi Feng stared intently at Qian Qing beside him, with a growing sense of reverence, thinking that whatever the opponent planned was a remarkable skill; just being able to summon Shen Yi at any ti and place with his Divine Skills was enough to stand proudly at the pinnacle of heaven and earth.
He truly did not expect that even with the Buddha and many True Buddhas taking action, they could not harm Qian Qing even slightly.
In hindsight, the words of the opponent were not arrogance but rather seed sowhat humble now.
However, Qi Feng quickly noticed that besides being shocked, the Ancestor God did not show any signs of joy, which made him realize sothing instantly.
Although the situation seed excellent, it was because the Past Buddha had yet to take action. Now, with the Ancestor God unable to free himself, Shen Yi was left all alone.
The Ancestor God did not understand; there were obviously better strategies, so why did he arrange it this way?
He heard the True Buddha casually ntion the na of the Jade Emperor, which ant that an Emperor was facing a Sect Hierarch alone.
Could it really be for that inexplicable reason… unwilling to let his lineage suffer damage?
At this mont, a long sigh interrupted the thoughts of all the deities.
“This old monk has observed over and over, and finally understood a bit.”
High upon the Nine-Colored Lotus Platform, the Past Buddha curiously observed the distant youth, saying, “Master Shen arranged so many things, and concealed such mysterious ans, only to finally create an opportunity to duel alone with this old monk?”
As his voice spread, his curiosity gradually turned into a playful amusent and ultimately transford into open mockery.
The Past Buddha laughed silently, “May I ask Master Shen one thing?”
“Speak.” Shen Yi lowered his eyes, casually adjusting his sleeves.
“Have you ever fought against any Sect Hierarch?” The corners of the Past True Buddha’s lips lifted.
“Does an Emperor of the North Pole with the Myriad Immortals Formation count?” Shen Yi finally finished adjusting his billowing sleeves.
Yet this response made the previously silent laugh of the Past Buddha beco thunderous, with the Buddha’s voice reverberating across the Southern Continent. His emaciated fra trembled violently, shoulders shaking as if he had heard the most ludicrous joke in the world.
“So that’s how it is, that’s how it is!”
He realized that with Shen Yi’s cautious personality, he would not take such reckless actions.
It was because he, like an ant looking into a well, mistakenly believed he had seen the Azure Sky.
Amid the booming laughter, Shen Yi’s five fingers closed in, and within his palm appeared a Stone Stick stained with Emperor Buddha’s blood. The mont this stick appeared, the surroundings felt as cold as an ice chamber, chilling to the bone.
“I also have a question.”
“Master Shen, please speak candidly.” At this mont, the Past Buddha looked exceptionally tolerant and magnanimous.
“Has the Sect Hierarch ever fought against , Shen?”
The rhetorical counterquestion, identical to one’s own, rendered Past Buddha montarily stunned, but soon his smile reappeared. Such childish stubbornness couldn’t incite any anger, instead, it only seed more amusing.
“Never…”
He had just begun to respond when his eyes suddenly froze.
Because Shen Yi finally lifted his head, his five fingers tightened fiercely around the stone stick, and that calm, fair face, which had been far beyond the horizon a mont ago, was now close to Past Buddha’s eyes.
A clear voice resounded beside his ear.
“Then why the hell are you laughing at your mother?”
Shen Yi’s handso features didn’t show much fluctuation, but with the slight lift of the corners of his lips, his deep and dark eyes bore a few inexplicable traces of fierceness and cruelty.
A youth erging from a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his gentleness like jade was rely a facade for walking the world.
He had never changed, still being the kind of man who would rise furiously in defiance at a mont’s whim.
The pressure endured along the way and the fall of those he cared about gathered entirely in his palms at this mont.
The straight stone stick was raised, carrying the wrath to crush the heavens and earth, sweeping across straightforwardly.
The already crumbling Southern Suru was completely shattered under the sweeping wind of the staff; temples destroyed, majestic Buddha Mountain toppled, massive rocks drifted like small boats, motionless in the world, before being crushed into powder by a swing of the stick.
Whether it was the True Buddha Emperor fighting in a duel or the True Gods in the Buddha Cliff Prison, all looked up in astonishnt.
As for Past Buddha, who faced the strike directly, his face changed drastically, raising the Kasaya on his body in a bit of a panic.
If a True Buddha’s Kasaya was inlaid with stars and moons, then this Kasaya of Buddha was adorned with rounds of great suns, now unfurling swiftly to obscure the original azure sky.
It surged with a boom, the Sky Curtain falling, attempting to separate the two once more.
Shen Yi looked indifferently at the red cloth descending from the sky, feeling no sense of solemnity, only finding it filthy and the red sowhat glaring.
If it’s unsightly, then tear it apart!
The body of the stick like a blade swiped across, and with a ripping sound, the stone stick extended tens of thousands of feet, forcibly tearing apart this scarlet sky.
It crashed heavily onto the Nine-Colored Lotus Platform, shattering it cleanly, and then landed on the shoulder of Past Buddha, blasting the withered figure fiercely toward the mundane world.
What the hell thing, dares to hover above the red dust.
At the mont when the mighty power hit the Buddha body, Past Buddha finally realized the significance of Shen Yi’s earlier question.
The Sect Hierarch is part of transcendence, so he holds the power to surpass the True Buddha Emperor, but Shen Yi is exceptionally pure, purely relying on himself, he ascended to crush the entire First Rank!
The withered monk crashed to the ground, his Kasaya turning into a rag, having lost the radiance of the Lotus Platform. Trembling, he reached out his blood-stained hands, no longer bearing any of the previous pride.
He looked up in horror.
Only to see Shen Yi firmly stomping the stick down, his figure towering, Xuan Shang fluttering, with a colossal, indescribable black Buddha form sitting cross-legged behind him, causing everything in sight to plunge into chaos.
Both overlooking simultaneously, silently proclaiming to the world the origin of the might from that one stick just now.
Two sides of the sa coin, the honorifics of True Buddha and Emperor, converging on one being at this mont.
“Rise for !”
Even after suffering a significant loss, Past Buddha had no desire to lose his aura.
It’s important to know that the other True Buddha Emperors were still entrenched in battle, and whether he held the upper hand would significantly influence the morale of both sides.
His face was full of blood, eyes ferocious, still suddenly raising both arms high.
In the midst of this loud proclamation, nurous golden, brilliant Buddha forms rose from the ground, their faces solemn and varied, each form no less imposing than the black Buddha shadow.
Assembly of the myriad Buddhas, countless figures surged forth, forming a continuous mountain chain, all gazing collectively at the Demon Emperor at their center, the Buddha Light vast to the extre.
The myriad Buddha forms simultaneously raised their palms, intending to bring them together in a gesture of suppression toward the young man in the midst.
Shen Yi casually cast a glance at the densely packed towering figures around, the next mont, the Immovable Venerable King Buddha behind him similarly raised its palms, unhurriedly bringing them together.
With its movent, the myriad Buddhas suddenly stagnated, their palms seemingly trapped in a mire, struggling to move even a fraction.
And when the Immovable Venerable King Buddha’s palms pressed tightly together, the vast Buddha Light was shrouded by dark clouds, one by one the Buddha statues instantly lost their spiritual light, their bodies trembling violently, then collectively shattered apart!
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