Feng Qing didn't even give Feng Jiuyou a glance.

She was originally a little sentimental, but Feng Jiuyou's words successfully drove away the remaining reluctance in her heart.

Seeing Feng Qing ignoring him, Feng Jiuyou became even angrier. He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said to Ying Ziru beside him, "Brother Ying, let's finish dealing with Jiang Deng and the others as soon as possible so that we can go back to see Junior Master Uncle earlier."

"That's exactly what I meant!"

Ying Ziru sneered.

During these three days, he has successfully broken through and entered the Jindan realm. Even if Jiang Deng has also entered the Jindan realm, he will definitely not be a match for him and Feng Jiuyou, two Jindan realm cultivators combined!

"Spiritual Rain Technique!"

The two of them pinched their spiritual fingers at the same time and used the techniques taught to them by Lin Jun.

In an instant, the sky darkened, the clouds changed color, and dark clouds covered the heads of more than 10,000 soldiers defending the city.

"go!"

As Feng Jiuyu and Ying Ziru pointed their fingers, spiritual power fell like rain, dripping onto every soldier, and the aura around them instantly became solid.

There were bursts of shouts and murderous intent!

They seemed to turn into a red sharp arrow, rushing directly towards Cui Ning's 100,000-strong army!

The generals on Cui Ning's side could only be forced to fight back. The two sides fought in a melee. They originally thought it would be a crushing victory, but unexpectedly, the positions were reversed and they were the ones at a disadvantage!

In the first round of the encounter, hundreds of Cui family cavalrymen were cut off their horses and killed by the city defenders...

Everyone in Cui's army camp looked shocked.

Who would have thought that the more than 10,000 ordinary city defenders have now become martial arts masters who can fight ten people at once.

"Master Jiang, what's going on?" Cui Ning was confused.

"It's the Spirit Rain Technique."

Jiang Deng said with a bad face, "It's a kind of water magic that can increase the strength of cultivators in a short period of time. I didn't expect it to be used in a mortal war."

Speaking of this, Jiang Deng also felt a little strange.

Feng Jiuyou is a sword cultivator. Although Ying Ziru was born in the Paradise Palace, he and her used sword cultivation techniques in the arena. Obviously, he should not know this technique either.

Who taught them the Spirit Rain Technique?

Could it be... the mysterious third monk?

Jiang Deng closed his eyes slightly, his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, and he strongly wanted to see the monk hiding behind the scenes.

"Master, do you know this technique?"

Hearing Jiang Deng's precise description of this technique, Cui Ning's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to ask.

If the immortal master also knows this technique, even if he can't increase the number of soldiers by 10,000, if he can increase the number of soldiers by 5,000, they will be able to crush and win!

Jiang Deng said calmly, "Yes."

"Then use it quickly!"

Not only Cui Ning, but also the counselor Lu Tian urged: "Yes, Immortal Master, quickly take action to rescue!"

Jiang Deng raised a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth. "There's no need to make it so complicated. As long as we capture these two, the war will be over."

After saying that, Jiang Deng did not hide anything and directly used the magical power of "Seal of Domination".

The power of chaos surged out of the body rapidly and condensed into a huge Dharma body behind Jiang Deng.

The Dharma body is between reality and illusion, about ten feet tall. It is a woman with the same voice and appearance as Jiang Deng, and she also inherited the skills practiced by Jiang Deng.

A rusty heavy sword was stuck in the ground, as if an irresistible force was pressing on the back of the Dharma body, but she stubbornly did not bend over, and stood with both hands leaning on the sword.

A spiritual robe made of black and white spiritual power surrounds his body, and even his eyes are one black and one white.

Half of her face was kind and the other half was ferocious, as if a Bodhisattva and an evil spirit were split into halves and forcibly merged together, yet they seemed unusually harmonious, as if they were born that way.

When his Dharmakaya was revealed for the first time, even Jiang Deng himself was slightly stunned.

The Dharmakāya of ordinary people is basically identical to their original body. At most, the Dharmakāya will have an extra spiritual weapon. I never expected her Dharmakāya to be so special...

Moreover, the shadow of the heavy sword carried by her Dharma body also returned to its original heavy sword appearance, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not control the Dharma body to pull out the sword.

I think the Dharma body can only pull the sword out of the ground after the Chongguang Sword is fully restored.

Although the Dharmakaya couldn't use the sword for the time being, it didn't matter. She still had other means of attack...

Thinking of this, Jiang Deng raised the corners of his lips slightly, and frantically input the power of chaos into his Dharma body.

"Eight gates, open!"

In an instant, eight intricate talismans lit up between the brows, limbs, torso, and internal organs of the Dharma body, flashing with pure golden light, which was particularly eye-catching.

The battlefield, which was originally filled with shouts and cries of killing, suddenly became silent.

Everyone present stopped what they were doing and looked in shock at the Dharma body that appeared behind Jiang Deng.

Is this the power of an immortal?

Compared with the immortals, their fight seems like children playing house.

Feng Jiuyou and Ying Ziru, who were in mid-air, were so surprised when they saw this scene that they almost fell off their swords.

“Dharma body!”

“It’s the Dharmakaya!”

Jiang Deng, a cultivator in the early stage of the Jindan realm, actually created a Dharma body?

Lin Jun is a child of destiny, so it's fine if he can do it, but how can Jiang Deng, a mere loser with only five spiritual roots, do it?!

Feng Jiuyou and Ying Ziru looked at each other and felt that the extraordinary spiritual roots that they had always been proud of were crushed to ashes by Jiang Deng's useless spiritual roots.

However, this is not the most despairing thing for them.

The next moment, the Dharma body that stood tall like a giant did not raise its feet to trample the city defenders in front of it, but stretched out its black hand and grabbed them all!

They wanted to escape on their swords, but faced with the powerful pressure of the Dharma body, they were frozen in place and unable to move at all!

The power exerted by the Dharmakaya has completely surpassed the power of a Jindan realm cultivator. The two of them are simply no match for it!

"Junior Master! That lunatic Jiang Deng is here! Help!"

Feng Jiuyou frantically called out to Lin Jun through the communication stone, but... there was no response.

whoosh!

A sound of breaking air was heard.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Jiuyou and Ying Ziru, who were unable to avoid it, were caught by the Dharma body's big hand.

"Puff! Cough cough cough..."

The two of them vomited blood at the same time, and couldn't help but sigh while vomiting blood.

As expected of Jiang Deng’s Dharmakāya, he is as bad as Jiang Deng!

Yes, after grabbing Feng Jiuyou and Ying Ziru, the Dharmakaya showed no mercy in its hands, and even deliberately squeezed hard, directly injuring the two of them seriously.

They were severely injured and couldn't even break free from the Dharma body's big hands, and their bodies moved uncontrollably to the opposite side.

Bang!

Feng Jiuyou and Ying Ziru were thrown onto the open ground by the Dharmakaya's big hand.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhiling and Feng Qing quickly surrounded them with swords in hand.

Jiang Deng immediately dispersed his Dharma body, which had consumed a lot of energy, and took a Hundred Herb Pill that could quickly restore his spiritual power. Then he slowly walked up to the two of them.

Jiang Deng raised his foot and stepped on Feng Jiuyou's chest, which was slightly fatter and felt better under his feet. He asked with a cold gaze, "Tell me! Who is the cultivator traveling with you?"