In the low and continuous chanting, a faint golden light appeared on the body of the young monk.
It wasn't purely golden.
It was mixed with pink.
Contradiction.
Bizarre.
Even a bit absurd.
The 'Rebirth Mantra' that should be solemn gave Feng Feiyu a sense of enchantnt, as if Su Niang was embracing him, whispering gently in his ear.
What was being said, he couldn't hear clearly.
But he felt, very good.
Really good.
It was a heart-to-heart, deep exchange of affections.
Involuntarily, Feng Feiyu's mind was stirred.
He tried hard to hear what Su Niang was saying again.
He even wanted to turn his head to look at Su Niang.
Thinking so, Feng Feiyu did just that.
But as soon as he turned his head, he felt a coldness on his nose tip.
It was a piece of sauced elbow at.
Sohow, it had stuck to his nose tip.
The sauced elbow at slid down, and Feng Feiyu instinctively opened his mouth and chewed twice.
Fragrant and tender, yet chewy.
It was made by Su Niang herself.
Su Niang?
Hmm?!
Feng Feiyu blinked, instantly coming to his senses.
He didn't turn around, instead waving his hands consecutively.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of Splitting Palm strikes covered the young monk behind him like a tightly knit net.
But as before.
Useless.
Or to be precise, even less effective than before.
Previous attacks at least made the monk robe 'move', whereas now, it was motionless.
Bathed in the mixed golden-pink hue, the young monk looked at Feng Feiyu with surprise, then sighed softly.
"Isn't dying in happiness good?"
The tone was full of compassion, but it sent a chill through Feng Feiyu.
Because, at this mont, beside the young monk clad in the moonwhite monk robe, phantoms began to appear.
They were figures of graceful won.
Faces were pure, sweet, seductive, each different.
But each one was enough to make one sigh at the beauty of ti.
Just when such thoughts arose, those faces suddenly turned into skinless skulls, and the graceful figures reduced to slowly swaying bones.
Terror rose from the heart.
Yet as if to soothe your terror, those skeletons once again beca beautiful won.
But the next mont, the skeletons reappeared.
Despair is not terrifying.
What's terrifying is, seeing hope in despair, and then, falling into despair again.
There's nothing more terrifying than this in the world.
And the scene before was exactly that.
The only fortunate thing was, Feng Feiyu was resolute, apart from being initially bewitched by Su Niang, he remained normal otherwise.
He frowned as he looked at the young monk surrounded by phantoms.
The opponent remained ethereal.
But a layer of blackness filled the monk's eyes, encompassing the entire eyeball.
Not to ntion the blackness was sinister.
It also captivated people.
The whispers around Feng Feiyu's ears were no longer gentle but turned into a strange roar akin to thunder.
Roar!
A sound erupted.
Feng Feiyu took a step back.
Roar!
The second sound erupted.
Blood trickled from the corner of Feng Feiyu's mouth.
Roar!
The third sound erupted.
Feng Feiyu collapsed to the ground, clinging tightly to a stool with his hands to avoid truly hitting the floor.
At this mont, Feng Feiyu's face was pale.
He realized he had a gap between himself and a true 'Martial Arts Divinity' expert.
But he never thought, the gap would be so vast.
So vast that his opponent hadn't actually made a real move, and he was already defeated.
Perhaps noticing what Feng Feiyu was thinking, the young monk shook his head.
"Head arrest officer Feng, don't belittle yourself, I did make a move just now, it was the 'Lion's Roar Skill' I learned from 'Dalin Temple', then incorporated into my own 'Joy Zen', divided into 'Heavenly Maiden's Question' and 'Rakshasa's Answer'.
Head arrest officer Feng, managing to endure 'Heavenly Maiden's Question', ranks you among the top of those who have tapped into the 'acupuncture point'. "
The tone was sincere, and the deanor held an unspeakable admiration.
Even as an enemy, Feng Feiyu had felt 'sincerity' from the young monk.
Very bizarre.
Evidently an enemy, yet you can feel sincerity from him.
However, imdiately, malice surged.
The young monk, with pitch-black eyes, stared at Feng Feiyu, shaking his head.
"Unfortunately, head arrest officer Feng, you are still going to die."
Saying this, the young monk raised his hand.
Whoosh!
The wind stirred.
Dust and leaves flew around.
A five-ter-tall phantom appeared behind the monk.
The phantom was golden on the left and pink on the right.
The golden side had a benevolent face, hair slightly curled.
The pink side was skeletal, with a sinister horn.
Like half Buddha, half demon.
The left hand of the Buddha part was placed before the chest, while the right hand of the demon part raised to smash towards Feng Feiyu.
The massive palm seed to obscure the sun and moon, enveloping Feng Feiyu who had fallen to the ground.
Feng Feiyu did not sit idly by.
He raised a hand to strike his own heart.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the hot blood in his heart completely boiled.
Qi-Blood throughout his body ignited like gasoline.
Whoosh!
The energy radiated, creating a layer of white mist around Feng Feiyu's body.
Falling to the ground, Feng Feiyu perford a nimble flip to stand up, continuously waving his hands.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A continuous stream of Splitting Palm strength burst from his hands.
That massive palm descending upon him slowed down accordingly.
The young monk looked at Feng Feiyu with surprise.
"'Burning Blood Technique'?
Sigh.
What's the point.
The outco won't change."
The monk sighed.
'Burning Blood Technique' was once the exclusive secret technique of 'Blood Demon', but when defeated by 'The Emperor', 'Blood Demon' had used this secret technique to escape, then 'The Emperor' reverse-engineered it based on what he saw and heard.
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