The abbot's eyes turned cold, and the Buddha statue raised its large hand, unleashing a torrent of Buddhist energy that swept down directly towards the Ghost King.
The Ghost King flashed and landed behind Ying Liu, shouting, "Go, Master!"
Seeing this, the large hand changed direction and pressed down on Ying Liu again.
Upon seeing this, the Ghost King roared, and the Yin energy around him surged forth, covering the sky and the sun, rushing towards Ying Liu like an endless sea pouring down and pouring into Ying Liu's body.
The Ghost King possesses profound cultivation, and his Yin energy is far more powerful than that of ordinary evil spirits. Moreover, he has healing abilities for Yin entities.
As the Yin energy surged in, Ying Liu could feel his injuries rapidly healing, and his cultivation level soared in a short time. The Yin energy surged wildly, spreading throughout the entire hall.
His gaze darkened, and he raised the Soul-Ten-Thousand Flute and began to play it again.
As the flute music began, countless streams of yin energy surged forth, converging into a gigantic yin sword that slashed directly at the giant hand.
The two forces collided, instantly creating a violent shockwave. A howling wind arose, scattering the jade tiles from the main hall.
This time, Ying Liu's Yin Sword was superior.
The Yin Sword, surrounded by supreme Yin energy, slashed fiercely, causing the giant hand to retreat violently, far away from Ying Liu.
Seeing the retreating giant hand, Ying Liu's eyes turned icy cold. "Shatter it!"
At a command, the Yin Sword once again roared forward, drawing an arc and pressing down on the Buddha statue's face with violent force.
The abbot's gaze darkened, and golden light surged from his body toward the Buddha statue, strengthening the power of the Arhat's golden body.
Faced with the surging Yin sword, the Arhat's golden body raised its large hand and struck at the Yin sword. The Buddhist intent contained in the large hand became increasingly intense, and the powerful aura shook the void.
"boom!"
The two forces collided again, creating another howling gust of wind.
For a moment, the Yin Sword and the giant hand confronted each other, neither side yielding an inch, and they were evenly matched.
Seeing this, the Ghost King frowned and roared, "Attack, Master! Break him!"
Immediately, a surge of Yin energy erupted around him, flowing into Ying Liu's body like an endless river.
As the endless Yin energy was poured in, Ying Liu's aura surged, the sound of the Myriad Souls Flute grew longer and longer, and countless Yin energies surged towards the Yin Sword, enhancing its power.
With the influx of Yin energy, the power of the Yin Sword grew stronger, causing the large hand to slowly retreat.
"Whoosh!"
The next instant, the Yin Sword finally slashed through, shattering the Buddha statue's entire large hand, scattering golden light across the ground.
The illusory image of the Buddha statue vanished instantly, and the surging power of the Yin energy spread out, causing the abbot to stagger back several steps before regaining his footing.
He looked at Ying Liu with a slightly shocked expression, "You actually managed to break my Arhat Golden Body?"
The Ghost King snorted coldly, "You damned bald monk, if I don't teach you a lesson, you'll really think you're invincible?"
The abbot's eyes darkened, and an unusual coldness emanated from him. "It is my fault that Buddhism has been looked down upon by you so much."
After saying this, he picked up the prayer beads and threw them into the air. Then, he put his hands together and said in a deep voice, "Since you have made a mistake, you should correct it!"
Upon seeing this, the Ghost King's eyes darkened, and he hurriedly said, "Not good, this old fellow is about to unleash his full power, Master, strike first!"
Ying Liu knew that this abbot was no ordinary person. Without hesitation, he blew the Ten Thousand Souls Flute again, and the Yin energy surged towards the Yin Sword.
As the Yin energy surged in, the Yin sword's aura surged, and it drew an arc, slashing fiercely towards the abbot.
The terrifying power tore a rift in the void, seemingly threatening to destroy the world.
The abbot's gaze was calm as he began chanting Buddhist scriptures, saying in a low voice, "Arhat Golden Body! Come!"
As soon as the words fell, the Buddhist beads in the air suddenly exploded, turning into countless golden particles, and endless Buddhist intent surged out, flowing in all directions.
The next instant, a golden Buddha statue reappeared, its aura far stronger than the previous one.
Although it was an illusion, the golden body of the Arhat was very real. Golden light surged around him, and Buddhist intent swept across the sky, as if the real Buddha had descended and was truly there.
Just as the Yin sword was about to fall on the abbot, the Arhat's golden body stretched out one hand and grabbed the Yin sword.
"boom!"
The surging Yin swords were instantly blocked, as if they had struck an indestructible wall, unable to advance even an inch further.
Then, the large hand clenched suddenly, and a violent force spread out, instantly crushing the Yin sword to pieces. The endless Yin energy was instantly dispelled by the Buddhist light and vanished into nothingness.
Immediately, the golden light spread out like a tide, causing the Ghost King to be sent flying and crash into the wall with a "bang".
Even Ying Liu staggered back several steps before regaining his footing.
He frowned. "This bald monk has become so powerful?"
You must know that the Yin Sword is a combination of the power of the Myriad Souls Flute and the Ghost King; it's no exaggeration to say that it can destroy the heavens and the earth.
If he so desired, a single strike of his sword could instantly raze a village to the ground, leaving nothing but barren land within a ten-mile radius.
But now that Arhat's golden body can be crushed with a single blow, such cultivation is truly terrifying.
The Ghost King's eyes were deep and his face was filled with unease. "This is bad! This is really bad!"
He looked at Ying Liu, "It's a pity that Master's power is not strong enough, otherwise it would be great if he could drive the next stage of the Myriad Soul Flute!"
Seeing this, Xiaoyao frowned deeply. "The Arhat Golden Body has been fully formed. What will the Sixth Young Master do now?"
Although Ying Liu has an innate advantage in the cultivation of the unorthodox path, his cultivation time is too short, making him vastly different from the abbot.
Even with the help of the Ghost King, they can only contend with ordinary Arhat golden bodies.
Faced with this fully formed Arhat golden body, Xiaoyao didn't need to watch any further to guess the outcome of the battle.
Just then, Xiaoyao felt someone tugging at his robes.
He looked down, and the little guy had somehow appeared beside him.
The little guy waved his hand in greeting, and Xiaoyao bent down. The little guy whispered, "We have to help Sixth Brother."
Xiaoyao frowned. "Sixth Young Master is adamant about not letting us get involved. If we act rashly, it might not be a good thing for him."
Even if they win, Ying Liu might not be able to bear the guilt that comes with it.
The little guy said calmly, "Come with me, I have a way."
As he spoke, he quietly pulled Xiaoyao away.
Seeing this, Xiao Huhai quickly followed.
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