A chanting of Buddhist scriptures echoed from the city wall. The abbot of the Vajra Bright Wheel Temple, the National Preceptor Basitu, stepped forward, his body radiating Buddhist light. He unleashed a palm strike, and a giant golden handprint rose into the air to meet Yang Sheng's attack.
But the next moment, Bastow's expression suddenly changed.
Yang Sheng's powerful shot shattered his handprint, slamming Bastu into the ground on the city wall, causing a large amount of blood to gush out.
He looked at Yang Sheng in mid-air in disbelief. What kind of power was this?
He had cultivated his esoteric Buddhist golden body his entire life, yet it was shattered in a single blow by his opponent!
Yang Sheng was also looking at the flowing light emanating from his body.
The light had a transparent quality, as if it existed within Yang Sheng's body, making him radiate a sense of perfect purity.
When that strike landed, Yang Sheng felt as if he had mobilized all the strength in his body, but in reality, he did not exert any force at all. His hands, feet, even a finger or a strand of hair could withstand all the force in his body.
This is the power of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts: its strength is extreme, it changes in an instant, it is no longer bound by any particular move, and its attacks have countless variations, which can be described as great skill without artifice.
Bastu's strength is quite remarkable; he has reached the peak of the Seven Stars realm, and could even be considered a half-step into the Six Harmonies realm.
He might have been able to exchange a few blows with Yang Sheng before, but now he is no match for Yang Sheng.
It can be said that if Yang Sheng hadn't been wary of the people from Lingshan returning at any time, he could have directly stormed the Vajra Bright Wheel Temple with his strength.
"Tell me, how many people are there on Mount Ling, and where are they? Also, what exactly is the Buddhist Kingdom on Earth? Tell me, and you will live."
Bastu's expression suddenly changed: "What sacred mountain, what Buddhist kingdom, this humble monk knows nothing about them."
But your Great Zhou invaded my Golden Horde, slaughtered my people, and killed my disciples. Today, even if it means fighting to the death, we will not surrender!
As Bastu finished speaking, the Buddhist beads hanging on his chest shattered instantly, releasing a large plume of grayish-white mist.
Yang Sheng could clearly sense that the grayish-white mist contained extreme yin energy, but while the yin energy was intense, it also carried a trace of holy Buddhist light.
The next moment, Bastow was enveloped by the grayish-white mist, which was actually absorbing his life force.
Bastu practices both mantra and physical cultivation, resulting in an incredibly powerful physical body.
But almost instantly, his powerful body was drained of its life force by the gray mist, leaving him as thin as a dried-up human body.
Yang Sheng wanted to make a move, but it was too late.
The grayish-white mist instantly transformed into a strange Buddha statue upon leaving the body; perhaps this thing could not even be called a Buddha.
The thing was several meters tall, with four faces and eight arms. Its face was fierce and ferocious, like a vengeful ghost. Its whole body was burning with grayish-white flames, and the fleshy topknot on its head was covered with baby skeletons!
Bastu sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting the mantra: "Mahakala, therefore I am without light, I practice Ayinava, to the ten directions of hell!"
In an instant, the eerie Buddha statue seemed to be given a soul, its body engulfed in a cold, grayish-white flame, and its lifeless eyes locked onto Yang Sheng.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city wall, Master Xuanwei and Luo Fei were leading a group of martial artists to clear away the formations of the Vajra Bright Wheel Temple and the masters of the Vajra Bright Wheel Temple.
With the strength of Master Xuanwei and Luo Fei, even though those formations were the most precious treasures of the Vajra Bright Wheel Temple, they were completely suppressed by the two of them, and it was only a matter of time before they were broken.
Upon seeing the commotion, Master Xuanwei's expression changed slightly, and he whispered, "Grand Commander, be careful!"
This is the secret supernatural power of the Vajra Bright Wheel Temple, the Great Black Heaven of the Ten Hells!
This item was made from one hundred heads, ten sets of intestines, ninety-nine human skins, ten pounds of clean blood, one hundred pounds of dirty blood, soil from ruins, the flesh of a sage, the heart of a madman, water from the dark earth, fire without light, and thorns growing to the north. It was also made by burning and refining the ashes of ten Vajra Bright Wheel Temple masters who were willing to die, using their entire life force to ignite the dark fire.
Each generation of abbots of Vajra Myo-rin Temple would create a rosary during their tenure. As far as I know, this secret method has not been used for hundreds of years.
The combined power of these Buddhist beads, transforming into the Ten Hells of Mahakala, far surpasses the limits of martial arts!
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