My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 1226 - 423: Reincarnation

He watched as the opponent charged up to his face, a flash of Buddha light in his palm, and summoned a Zen stick.

This Zen stick was entirely cast from Snowfield Cold Iron, standing over seven feet tall, with flowing patterns of dark gold and silver-gray blending together, and the top adorned with nine layers of blooming golden lotuses stacked like a tower, each petal carved from translucent glass, revealing dragon blood coral-like dark red patterns in the sunlight.

Buddhist Treasure, Nine Lotus Calming Evil Staff!

The White Eyebrow Monk gently raised his hand, and the golden lotus at the top of the staff suddenly blood, the vast Buddhist Law flowing incessantly, crashing violently into the incoming Red Fla.

Chen Sansi knew that in pure mana, he couldn’t compare to a Fourth Realm cultivator, so he withdrew his power the mont before the two collided, the cloak behind him bursting into flas, and in an instant, he transford into a stream of fire, swiftly dodging the attack and reaching the flank.

Magical Treasure, Red Refining Sky Fla Cloak!

Fire Escape Technique!

Combining it with the Triple Blood Burning, Chen Sansi’s agility was almost no less than that of an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Oh?"

The White Eyebrow Monk was surprised but quickly reacted, turning the direction of the Zen stick, and swept outward towards his left hand.

"Clang—"

The Zen stick successfully blocked the long spear, producing a clear tallic clang.

Chen Sansi flew backward, smashing through more than a dozen towering trees before stabilizing.

But before the old monk could make his next move, Tian Wu transford again into a stream of fire and disappeared, reappearing behind him in the blink of an eye.

"Mahaprajna Paramita..."

He placed his palms together, and a sudden explosion of gilt Buddha light erupted from his withered knuckles, the Sanskrit on the robe embroidered with the "Diamond Sutra" flowing turbulently like a living thing, and the edge of the robe suddenly tore apart, transforming into eighteen crimson-gold dragons, each adorned with "卍" shaped Buddha Seals, storming towards Tian Wu with the sound of wind and thunder.

At the mont when the two clashed, Chen Sansi propelled himself backwards, the process activating the Red Refining Sky Fla Cloak once more, transforming into a stream of fire and seizing the opportunity to escape into the distance.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Monk Xuandu chased after him riding on a golden dragon, the Nine Lotus Calming Evil Staff in front of him blooming, the petals peeling away in crisp sounds, transforming into a sprawling mass of flying blades sweeping forward.

No matter what move he made, Tian Wu would use the Escape Technique to widen the distance after being repelled, and then find an opportunity to counterattack.

After several repetitions, as the distance between the two widened, the thods of the White Eyebrow Monk beca increasingly ruthless.

"It seems that if I don’t use so ans, I really won’t be able to stop you today, Amitabha Buddha, sin, sin!"

The old monk’s drooping white eyebrows suddenly moved without wind, his hunched body emitting the crisp sound of shattering glass, and his knobby spine straightened section by section, resembling a Canglong raising its head.

A gilt glow erged from his murky eyes, and brahmasutra truth burst forth from his dry lips: "Om! Ah! Wei! Luo! Hum!"

With the explosion of the last syllable, the Spiritual Energy within a hundred miles around imploded violently,

His age-spotted skin peeled away inch by inch, revealing the ancient bronze-cast true body of the Buddha underneath, each texture spewing golden-red Buddha flas, setting the entire sky into crimson clouds!

The White Eyebrow Monk’s figure continually expanded, and within a few breaths, he towered into the clouds, with the sky seemingly within reach, the nine cloud layers swirling around his waist, the hem of his robe hanging down like a curtain of jewels from the inverted rivers and streams, countless golden Arhat phantoms appearing amidst the folds, forming a swastika Buddha array to suppress all directions.

It was as if, at this mont, he was the legendary walking Suru Mountain!

Fatian Xiangdi!

Chen Sansi looked back; the Fatian Xiangdi of the Buddhist Cultivator seed like the divine statues in temples had co to life and grown to touch the sky and earth.

The overwhelming might of the Buddhist Law was as vast as the sea, slowing his Escape Technique by several beats.

The White Eyebrow Monk’s Zen stick also grew as enormous as the Heavenly Pillar, and with a wave, the robe expanded with the wind, spanning the entire Heavenly Do, the golden threads bursting with blinding Buddha light, rendering thousands of miles around a pure golden color.

Under the golden light, the mana within Chen Sansi’s body was suppressed, and his speed was involuntarily slowed again!

The White Eyebrow Monk swung the Zen stick, and in an instant, it was as if the Heavenly Pillar collapsed, the mountains crumbling and cracking, sweeping across one mountain peak after another, with the golden lotus at the top targeting the minuscule Tian Wu.

"Qian Xun!"

Chen Sansi mounted his warhorse, using the Red Refining Sky Fla Cloak, he escaped the attack range with all his might.

The golden lotus crashed down, directly crushing and collapsing several towering peaks.

Chen Sansi knew that easily escaping again would be difficult, so he simply executed a backward charge, heading straight for the Divine Statue, relying on the opponent’s enormous size to engage in close combat.

With the cooperation of the Extremity God, he managed to use the magical treasure to attack the opponent several tis, but he was unable to even tear through the Protective Buddha Light, all efforts in vain!

"Chen Lei!"

After activating Fatian Xiangdi, the voice of Monk Xuandu was no longer calm and kind, but beca incomparably authoritative as if a Vajra were angry, "Surrender or be captured!"

Chen Sansi flickered again, dodging the massive golden lotus that ca smashing down, then mounted his warhorse and landed on the Zen stick, before jumping onto the opponent’s arm, sprinting forward, reaching the shoulder position in the blink of an eye, the long spear transforming into a Divine Dragon, poised to thrust at the Magic Image’s eyes, which resembled the sun and moon.

Monk Xuandu’s massive form wasn’t slow at all, his left hand already clenched into a fist, hamring down on his own shoulder with ferocity.

"Dong!"

With a muffled sound, the Burning Sky Intense Flas extinguished under the suppression of the Buddha Light, Chen Sansi hit directly, overturning both man and horse in mid-air, then plumting straight toward the ground.

But during the process, he silently flicked his arm, a barely visible black light shot out from his sleeve.