"What an arrogant tone! Does he really think Little Spirit Mountain is some kind of place!"
"Kill her!" Fa Jie waved his hand, and the monks and nuns, wielding their staffs and knives, rushed towards Nangong Rou.
Nangong Rou flipped her wrist, and a stone sword appeared in her hand. She then slashed out with the sword.
A hazy gray light, like a cleaving ribbon, streaked past.
"Puff puff puff..."
Those who rushed at them were all killed and fell from the sky.
"What kind of treasure is that?"
"It actually possesses such immense power?" Fa Jie asked in surprise upon witnessing this scene.
"It came from a ruin!"
"As for what kind of treasure it is, I have no idea!" Nangong Rou slashed out with her sword again, killing another half of the people who fell from the sky.
"Originating from the ruins, it must be an ancient treasure!" A hint of greed appeared in Fa Jie's eyes. He suddenly shook his hand, and the Buddhist beads slipped from the string, turning into the size of a water vat, and smashed towards Nangong Rou.
"He refined the Buddhist prayer beads into a magical artifact, which is incredibly powerful!"
"It's probably around level two!" Sensing the powerful pressure, Shi Jing's expression changed. He grabbed Chen Tiansheng's shoulder and pulled him backward.
"Buzz!" With a wave of his hand, Sudatta sent out the alms bowl, which floated in the sky and blocked the heavy pressure.
"You've turned all 108 prayer beads into magical artifacts. You monk, you're quite wealthy." Nangong Rou swung her sword again, slicing the flying prayer beads in two, which then fell to the ground.
When all the prayer beads were cut and fell to the ground, Fajie's face was no longer calm.
With a wave of his hand, an iron hammer appeared, growing to the size of a small mountain, and smashed down on Nangong Rou once more.
Along the way, thunder rumbled, and the oppressive force was many times greater than that of the prayer beads.
"Crack." Under the immense pressure, Sumeru's alms bowl shattered into pieces.
His expression changed, and he grabbed Zhong Ling's hand, retreating rapidly.
"A level three magic weapon is indeed more powerful, but it's not enough to pose a threat to me!" Nangong Rou slashed out with her sword, and the iron hammer was immediately split in two. Her body turned into a golden light and disappeared.
The next moment, he appeared in front of Fajie and thrust out with his sword.
Fa Jie's chest was immediately pierced, and the sword tip emerged from his back.
Fresh blood gushed out and was quickly absorbed by the sword.
"An ancient treasure is indeed an ancient treasure, possessing such immense power!"
"Even my protective Buddhist aura couldn't withstand it; it was pierced through!" Fajie muttered to himself, looking down at the sword hilt.
"Boom!" Nangong Rou flicked her wrist, and the body of the magic ring was cut into pieces by the sword patterns, scattering into the sky.
"Master Fajie has been killed!" Upon witnessing this, the bearded monk was shocked and ran away.
"Pfft!" The next moment, he was cleaved in two by Nangong Rou's sword, and the two pieces of his body fell from the sky.
"Kill her!" The remaining nuns and monks were enraged and pounced again.
"Pfft pfft pfft..." Countless sword patterns flew out, and they were all killed, falling from the sky.
With a flick of her finger, Nangong Rou summoned a flying boat. After landing on the boat, she propelled it towards the golden palace atop the mountain.
After flying several hundred meters, a layer of golden light suddenly appeared, enveloping the entire mountain.
"Even if you activate the protective array, it won't stop me." Nangong Rou slashed out with her sword, and a hole immediately appeared in the light shield, its light dimming and shattering.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" From the temples at the foot of the mountain and on its slopes, the chanting monks surged out. With a light touch of their toes, they flew into the sky and instantly formed four square formations.
At this moment, the airship had already flown over and stopped on the opposite side.
Nangong Rou glanced at everyone.
"We've come here to take care of two things!"
"First, take the willow dew!"
"Second, let's settle accounts with that old dog, Golden Cicada!"
"Besides that, I don't want to make things difficult for anyone!"
“If you know what’s good for you, leave now!” she said.
"Take the Willow Dew!!"
"That's incredibly arrogant!"
"How much strength do you have to dare to say such a thing?" A dark-faced monk, the leader of the square formation on the left, sneered and said.
"You have no right to know how much strength I possess."
"But I might as well tell you, apart from your sect leader!"
“I don’t even consider the others a threat!” Nangong Rou said.
"I think you're incredibly arrogant!"
"They are Buddhists; otherwise, how many ignorant and reckless beings would they have saved!"
"Today, we will send you to the afterlife!"
"The moment you turn to ashes!"
"Now you know the price of speaking recklessly!" the dark-faced monk said.
"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"
"However, I don't kill nameless nobodies!"
"State your name!" Nangong Rou said with a sneer.
"The manager of the Arhat Hall, Black Arhat!" the dark-faced monk said.
"Understood!" Nangong Rou suddenly reached out, and a large golden hand appeared, instantly grabbing Hei Hanluo and tightening its grip.
"It condensed its energy into a palm, and it even became a tangible thing!" The Black Arhat was greatly surprised. His body erupted with Buddhist light as he tried to break free of the palm.
But he was disappointed.
The Buddha's light was absorbed by the palm and disappeared.
He tightened his muscles even more, his joints cracking incessantly, and his face flushed red.
"Open!" He mustered all his strength, trying to break free, but to no avail.
"Who is performing the ritual for whom?" Nangong Rou clenched her fists tightly.
"Crack!" The black Arhat's body was crushed.
With a loosening of his fingers, the body, as thin as dried meat, plummeted from the sky.
"She actually crushed the Black Arhat!" This scene caused the leaders of the other three formations to change color and gasp in shock.
"Kill her to avenge Master Luo!" The disciples of Luohan Hall roared, their eyes bloodshot, and charged forward.
"Boom boom boom!" A gigantic hand appeared in the sky and slammed down repeatedly, instantly killing them and sending them plummeting into the air.
Nangong Rou glanced at the managers and said, "Get out of here!"
“Having killed so many people, why would we retreat?” said a monk with large ears.
"Then please state your name."
"Let's all go together after we're done, don't waste time," Nangong Rou said.
"Wise and Kind in the Hall of Enforcement!"
"Miaofa Hall Huiming!"
"The chanting hall is empty!"
"Let's begin!" Nangong Rou said calmly.
"Kill!" The three men flicked their sleeves, and three magical artifacts flew out, heading towards Nangong Rou.
His body swayed, and he lunged in three directions.
The woman opposite him crushed the black arhat to death with one hand.
This clearly demonstrates its formidable strength.
They dared not be careless and immediately used their magical artifacts.
Nangong Rou flicked her wrist, and streaks of sword patterns flew out.
The flying magical weapon was immediately cut into several pieces and fell down.
With a flick of his left hand, a massive hand descended from the sky, instantly turning Ji-sun, who had rushed forward, into mincemeat.
Another large hand grabbed Fakong, who was rushing from the left, and squeezed him so hard that he was crushed.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com