??494: Chapter 63: Ambush
494: Chapter 63: Ambush
The howling yin wind, ghost souls wail mournfully.
That gigantic Soul-Beating Banner planted atop the mountain peak, scoured by Buddha’s light, is torn asunder.
The Blazing Sun disperses the gloomy mists.
Buddha Country suspended high above!
In the eyes of True Master Qi Po, the monk towering a hundred zhang tall, had in fact not truly stretched his physique to beco a mountain.
It was all but an illusion.
Except…when the false masquerades as the true, the true too becos false.
“No!
No!!”
True Master Qi Po falls seated to the ground, frantically crawling backward on hands and feet, no longer caring for dignity.
The mont the Blazing Sun enveloped him, he knew this battle was nothing like he imagined—
The cultivation realm of this Buddha’s son from Fan Yin Temple is by no ans an adversary for the Cave Heaven Realm!
“Huang Xi!
Quick, make your move!”
True Master Qi Po shrieks in terror, speaking to the Special Enforcent Officer not far away.
“…”
Huang Xi is dazed, his entire being bathed in the warm light of Buddha’s radiance.
“Weren’t you going to kill
to sacrifice to the ‘Soul-Beating Banner’?”
Miao Zhen speaks softly: “Now would be the opportune mont.”
He looks down upon the dark, crawling figure of True Master Qi Po, matching each step backward with a step forward.
“I was wrong…”
True Master Qi Po, stricken with terror, ultimately has nowhere to retreat.
He looks at the monk in blue robes before him, whose body gradually ascends, eventually towering over the mountain, even surpassing the heavens.
Miao Zhen extends his palm.
That palm grows ever larger, ultimately enveloping the whole world.
“Crack.”
A crisp sound.
True Master Qi Po’s neck breaks.
Miao Zhen gazes silently at the slight figure before him, slowly lifting his hand, the black robe burning into golden ashes.
True Master Qi Po’s cheeks are painfully twisted, eyes bulging, as if in his final monts, he witnessed so unimaginably horrific scene.
“Heh…”
The Buddha’s son chuckles softly, finding it sowhat ironic.
Actually, before he even twisted True Master Qi Po’s neck, his Heart Sea had already shattered.
To be accurate.
The fellow died of fright.
“Alright.”
“Now, it’s your turn.”
Miao Zhen turns his head, looking towards Special Enforcent Officer Huang Xi, shrouded in Buddha’s light.
Beneath the sway of Buddha Country.
He has beco the master of this realm.
It is with the blessing of this “Buddha Country” that he can, in the South Border, with his Cave Heaven Body, slay a Yin God.
Miao Zhen extends his hand again.
Only this ti, there is a slight change in his expression.
Where countless radiances fall, Special Enforcent Officer Huang Xi, who was previously engrossed in illusions, suddenly lifts his head, the confusion in his gaze wiped clean, replaced by lucidity and calm.
“The Reincarnated Living Buddha of this generation from Fan Yin Temple, indeed extraordinary.”
“Qi Po’s Eighth Grade Soul-Beating Banner…
to think it couldn’t hinder even for a mont…”
“Admirable, truly admirable…”
Huang Xi speaks with a light laughter, the voice echoing atop the mountain, carefree, without a hint of panic.
He seats himself back onto the iron throne.
The young Special Enforcent Officer extends a hand, supporting his chin, speaking softly: “It seems Yuan Jimo was right…
just show a sliver of Killing Intent, and you’ll take the bait.”
“You are not ‘Huang Xi’.”
Miao Zhen raises an eyebrow.
He notices the gradually deepening red hue within Huang Xi’s eyes.
Throughout, the visage of the Special Enforcent Officer across from him has not changed.
But the alteration in the eye’s color has made Miao Zhen feel a faint sense of danger.
“Huang Xi…
is dead?”
The Buddha’s son frowns, under the blessing of Buddha Country, he can feel Huang Xi’s Divine Thought rapidly fading away.
And that dangerous Divine Soul aura is slowly encroaching upon the body.
“Hmm…”
The young man seated on the iron throne, maintaining the gesture of propping up his chin, looks down at the fierce Blazing Sun, feeling the cascading scorched light.
“Of course I am not Huang Xi.”
He smiles and says: “To kill the likes of you, rely two from the Cave Heaven Realm…
how could that be achieved?”
The shattered Soul-Beating Banner at the mountain peak begins to reassemble at this mont.
Countless broken strips flutter in the wind.
The sound of bells and drums reverberates!
This ti, it is no longer the sacred and majestic roar!
But the lant of living beings!
This big banner, even larger than true Master Qi Po’s, if the Buddha Country is a Blazing Sun held aloft in the sky.
Then this Soul-Beating Banner is a spear reaching straight to the heavens!
The slender, pitch-black banner staff, standing beside the iron throne, is within reach with just a slight stretch of the hand.
“…Red Immortal?”
Miao Zhen gazes at the progressively deepening red in the other’s pupils, suddenly understands all that transpired atop the mountain, Yin Mountain Three Saints each possess unique skills, hence the three Magic Artifacts they crafted are nad “Soul-devouring Banner”, “Soul-Beating Banner”, “Soul Summoning Banner”.
Disciples under the Red Immortal forged “Soul-Beating Banner”, able to strike Divine Thoughts, thus enabling seizure.
If death is imminent, one can abandon the original body, assimilate the Divine Thought into the big banner, and as long as the “Soul-Beating Banner” exists, there’s a chance to start anew…
This is also why Miao Zhen personally eliminated True Master Qi Po, to ensure he was utterly devoid of life and Dao, that even his Divine Thought ceased to be.
Except.
He overlooked one thing.
That is, True Master Qi Po’s “Soul-Beating Banner” had already been activated, at that mont, a strand of Divine Thought hidden by the Red Immortal entered the Heart Sea of Special Enforcent Officer Huang Xi.
Due to the descent of Buddha Country.
Huang Xi’s “confusion” beca a matter of course.
“Miao Zhen Saint Monk, long ti no see, should I say ‘congratulations’?
Looking at the grand spectacle of Buddha Country, barring unforeseen circumstances, in this life, you will only grow stronger than the previous cycles of 60 years.”
The Red Immortal starts speaking with a smile.
“These years, the South Border has been oppressed by Buddhist might, barely gasping for breath…”
He pauses for a mont, quietly sighing: “Now you are in a reincarnated body, rely at the Cave Heaven Realm, and I too am a soul thought, with limited divine skills.
How about a little contest to see who’s stronger?”
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