Chapter 1583: Chapter 1585: The Eastern Land 4-Person Team Takes Action
Tang Sanzang’s eyes shot out two scarlet beams, piercing through illusions.
A Great Majestic Dragon move shocked the entire audience, with a golden dragon-shaped hand seal sweeping in fiercely and pressing hard on Master Xuan Ku’s chest.
“Pfft!”
Xuan Ku coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body weak and powerless, flown backward, crashing into the ground and creating a pit.
For a master at the sa level as the abbot of the temple, it was truly shocking that Xuan Ku was defeated in one move.
Moreover, the most astonishing part was that the technique used by the opponent was the Great Majestic Dragon, a cultivation technique explicitly forbidden by the Pure Land. Though powerful, it is but a fleeting bloom.
Whoever uses it is a sinner on the land graced by the Buddha’s light!
“Did this old monk hear wrong, was that really the Great Majestic Dragon?”
“Master, you did not hear wrong, it was indeed the Great Majestic Dragon. The monk from the Eastern Land used such a forbidden technique, not only practicing it in secret but also brazenly displaying it here, completely disrespecting the Pure Land and disregarding Buddhist Law!”
“Even if he is a monk from the abandoned places of the Eastern Land, once here he should follow our rules. To use such a forbidden technique, it’s like he doesn’t even know how to spell the word dead!”
The monks looked at the overwhelming demonic aura surrounding Tang Sanzang, their hearts unable to help but tremble. They thought to themselves that if they were in Master Xuan Ku’s position, they also would not be able to withstand this Great Majestic Dragon move!
“Master, this place also has this cultivation technique, could it be brought up by our martial uncles?”
Ma Niubi quietly asked.
The Great Majestic Dragon, a renowned Buddhist cultivation technique in the Central Origin Realm, yet it was unexpected to witness it in the Immortal Gods Realm.
“Very possible, however, this technique has been improved, wholly covered in jet black ink, entirely transford into a killing technique, the monks from the abandoned places of the Eastern Land harbor deep murderous intent.”
Li Xiaobai nodded, speaking calmly.
This is entirely different from the Great Majestic Dragon displayed by Ergouzi, though externally similar, its core has already beco another technique.
Upon the ditation cushion.
Tang Sanzang stood proudly, the Skull Zen Staff planted deeply in the ground, bearing his arms behind, his deanor that of a solitary master.
“I did not expect that the martial arts of the Pure Land had to be in my hands to be exhibited to the fullest!”
“Kuto Temple has no generals of talent left!”
Tang Sanzang’s expression was indifferent, his gray eyes disdainfully surveying the heavens.
“Master Tang, where did you learn such a cultivation technique? The Buddha decreed hundreds of years ago that Buddhist disciples are forbidden to practice the Great Majestic Dragon technique!”
Arhat Jianglong’s face was shadowed, a ripple appeared on his calm and unperturbed face.
“All monks in the Eastern Land know it. The Buddha is the Buddha of the Pure Land, not of the entire world. I naturally can train in it.”
Tang Sanzang nodded, speaking calmly and showed no fear facing Arhat Jianglong.
“This, I will report, and there will be a decision made later in the year!”
“Simply refrain from using this technique again, if violated, imdiate apprehension shall follow!”
Arhat Jianglong was left with no words, finally had to nod and agree.
“Then it’s ti for this old Sun to take the stage for the second round!”
“You all co at , this old Sun will take you all with one single strike!”
Sun Xingzhe could no longer suppress the fury surging in his heart, shouting fiercely as he ascended the ditation cushion, his Golden Cudgel whipping up a violent wind, extending skyward.
Equally surrounded by a storm of demonic flas, an apparent purple-black ferocity shrouded around his body visible to the naked eye.
“Amitabha, we monks of the Pure Land are honest and sincere, unwilling to resort to petty actions. Since the Eastern monks are only four, we naturally will also send four masters to fight!”
“Little Monk Xuan Qi, greeting Master Sun, would you kindly enlighten with a few pointers!”
A simply dressed young monk calmly walked up to the ditation cushion, sitting cross-legged, with a polite smile on his face, yet his eyes flickering with a cold gleam.
“Amitabha, take this strike from this old Sun!”
Sun Xingzhe was rciless and of few words, golden lightning swept in, instantly appearing in front of the young monk, raising and swinging his rod for a strike.
“Rumble!”
Lightning roared through the void, striking fear into hearts, the air compressed with a crackling sound under the rod’s might, visibly distorting.
“Wait, Ami… that Buddha, this little monk isn’t ready, didn’t say start yet!”
Witnessing this lightning-fast strike, little monk Xuan Qi felt the pressure rushing towards him, hurriedly exclaiming, having just sat cross-legged, not even beginning to work his power, yet the attack had already co?
“Hey hey hey, take this!”
Sun Xingzhe sneered, the Golden Cudgel sweeping across, the sound of bone breaking and sinew tearing clearly audible, and like Xuan Ku’s outco, little monk Xuan Qi spitting blood flew backward, falling off the stage, life or death unknown.
A layer of golden fur exploded from his body, obviously a golden monkey head with a human face.
Shouldering a long rod, as if a war god descending to the mortal world.
Yet another instant defeat, although Kuto Temple’s strength was dium-low at best, it would never be so weak to be defeated in a single move, these successive bouts utterly jaw-dropping.
Xuan Qi was also a genius of the second realm of Spirit Void, this Sun Xingzhe was at least third, possibly even the Four Parts Observation Realm?
Isn’t the Eastern Land a barren land, how have such geniuses erged?”
“Scoundrel, you have no martial ethics!”
The monks below the stage cursed, as he suddenly launched a sneak attack, utterly despicable and shaless, didn’t he hear they said not ready yet?
“You monks of the Pure Land are truly hypocritical, that white-browed old man clearly also sneaked an attack, yet you don’t bla him, instead, you fault our Brother Monkey!”
“One would think Buddhist monks would have so insight, yet who would’ve thought they could be such cowardly people, needing to shout start before charging in battle? Has the practical experience been taken over by pigs?”
Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujin curled their lips and sneered from the sidelines, causing many monks to flush with sha and unease.
Indeed, they had utterly forgotten about Master Xuan Ku’s sneak attack.”
“Words are aningless, prove yourself underhand, you pig, you laughed the most, co fight!”
“Monk Xuan Xue, today I must defend the na of Kuto Temple!”
The monks of Kuto Temple were both shocked and furious, these foreign monks so formidable, had humiliated them countless tis, how could this be tolerated, all were arrogant disciples of the temple, none beneath another, eager to crush the opponent, preserving their dignity!
“Lose an arm of yours, gain a lesson, and don’t call a pig again!”
Zhu Bajie’s eyes turned cold, his bulbous, hog-like body montarily paused, in an instant the ground twisted and lted like waves, raising a thousand layers of flowers, crashing down upon the ditation cushion.
He hadn’t even moved a step, yet the earth swallowed that monk whole, writhing montarily before spitting out Xuan Xue, then returned to tranquility.
Upon another look, he was missing an arm.
No blood spilled, an arm seed to have simply vanished out of thin air.
The scene was incredibly eerie…
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