Chapter 178 Nine Yang True Form
In an instant, all the pressure was placed on the first mural.
On that smooth stone wall, only this vague trace was still struggling to hold on.
Gong Mengbi was extremely worried, not knowing whether Yan Chixia could hold on, but he didn't have the extra energy to distract himself.
His painting was almost finished, and all his magic power and spirit were involved in it. If he was distracted, his work would be ruined.
The movements of his hands suddenly quickened, and there was nothing else in his eyes.
The moon god with a human face and a bird body folded his wings and landed behind him. It seemed as if he turned into a hazy shadow and fell on him, covering him in the watery moonlight.
The Moon Goddess transformed into a tall deity wearing feathered robes. Her features were blurry and unclear. Her figure moved with Gong Mengbi's movements, revealing unparalleled spirituality.
He flew to the moon and became a god, transforming himself into the god in the moon. At this moment, the moon-flying method showed its extraordinary magic. Gong Mengbi wielded his white-tailed brush, and the moonlight was at his disposal. The entire unfinished mural began to emit light.
At this time, at the place where the monk was buried, Yan Chixia was also facing an unprecedented crisis.
Orchids have returned, and the ghostly aura is everywhere in the monks' burial ground.
The monks had no way to deal with this. Even if Yan Chixia's sword was sharp, he could not cut down all the orchids because the magic power of the Rakshasa Ghost Mother was constantly eroding them.
Suddenly, it seemed as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.
The corpses of the monks looked around and saw white fog coming like a vast ocean, submerging the entire burial place.
Yan Chixia looked around as if he was lost, but could see nothing.
He immediately understood that it must be that Zhenru's thought failed to stop Zhenniang, and he was the only place left in the entire real and illusory world.
This also means that the Rakshasa Demon Mother has arrived.
Although Yan Chixia could not see clearly what was happening in the fog, he could hear the sound of chanting surrounding him.
Rays of golden light emerged, illuminating the white fog and revealing the corpses of the monks within.
Yan Chixia stood among the monks, but was protected by them.
Apart from the monks, the mountains, trees, graves and weeds had all disappeared.
A huge shadow loomed in the fog.
Yan Chixia looked up, and the shadow gradually became clearer. It was a massive statue of a goddess, as vast as a mountain. The statue was constructed from mud and orchids. Countless orchids grew on the mud, blooming in a variety of colors, transforming into the facial features of the goddess, revealing the sacredness and strangeness, the solemnity and charm of this scattering flower goddess.
Yan Chixia's heart was pounding and he felt an unprecedented danger.
He should have fled with his sword, because the enemy before him was beyond his ability to deal with.
But thinking about what Gong Mengbi said, he felt that he could give it another try.
The statue of the Flower-Scattering Goddess looked down at the chanting monks and said, "Stop chanting. We've been chanting for so many years, and you haven't chanted enough, and I've heard enough."
The monks continued chanting, and the Flower-Scattering Fairy didn't make a move. When the chanting ended, the Flower-Scattering Fairy said, "I've listened to you finish this last verse, why don't you move aside?"
The monks looked at the Flower-Scattering Goddess, then at Yan Chixia, and then one by one they disappeared like sand in the wind, flying and vanishing in the mist, leaving only a little bit of golden sand. Instead of retreating, they fell on Yan Chixia and dyed him into a golden man.
The Flower-Scattering Fairy frowned, and orchids fell from her brows, and then grew again.
She looked at Yan Chixia and said, "You don't know how to appreciate my kindness."
Yan Chixia's whole body was wrapped in golden sand, as if infinite power was bestowed upon him.
The relics of monks from past generations and the Buddhist teachings condensed in him, and in an instant, it seemed as if his five senses and six consciousnesses were opened up, allowing him to enter a state of knowing without knowing, and understanding without understanding.
The Flower-Scattering Fairy is not afraid of Buddhist teachings, so these Buddhist teachings are useless to her, but they can enhance Yan Chixia's magical powers and knowledge, and protect him from escaping from the Flower-Scattering Fairy.
The Flower-Scattering Goddess lightly pressed down with her palm, as if a mountain was falling on her head.
Yan Chixia tapped the sword case lightly, and the flying sword rolled him up, turning him into a flying rainbow and flying away into the distance.
In the past, Yan Chixia would have directly drilled through the palm, but at this moment he suddenly realized that once he fell into it, he would be attacked by the inner phase Rakshasa Ghost Mother, so he could only keep his distance.
The Flower-Scattering Goddess and the Rakshasa Demon Mother are two forms of one body, changing between reality and illusion, and are extremely difficult to deal with.
Yan Chixia fled with his flying sword, but the Scattering Flowers Goddess followed closely behind him and he couldn't get rid of her at all.
The Flower-Scattering Goddess suddenly stretched out her hand and reached out to Yan Chixia as if plucking flowers. Yan Chixia's flying sword flew away, and it was clearly moving forward, but it seemed to be falling back and falling into the hands of the Flower-Scattering Goddess.
Yan Chixia turned around and saw that this was the magical power of the Heavenly Maiden's Dharma Image, which was quite powerful enough to shrink thousands of mountains and hold the sun and the moon.
It is clear to see, but there is no solution.
The fifth and seventh realms are the difference between the middle three realms and the lower three realms. Spanning a major realm, there is a world of difference.
The spiritual mysteries contained therein cannot be transcended simply by knowing them.
Yan Chixia exhaled and thought to himself, "Brother Gong, I'm risking my life!"
Yan Chixia stretched out his hand and the flying sword fell in front of him. He took out a jade talisman and pointed it. The jade talisman turned into invisible Qi and fell on the flying sword, leaving a divine talisman on the flying sword.
"Xuan Yuan Zu Qi, Nine Yang True Form!"
The pure Yang fire burned on the flying sword, and Yan Chixia's magic power surged around him. His body and sword became one, transforming into a lion, with fangs and claws bared, and fell into the hands of the Scattering Flowers Goddess.
In just a moment, the lion broke free from the goddess's hand and pounced towards the forehead of the Scattering Flowers Goddess with endless flames.
When the sword was thrust out, the Flower-Scattering Fairy sat still. The sword light fell on her forehead, and countless orchids grew up to catch the sword light.
The soil surged like a living thing, orchids were born and died, and their branches and leaves turned to ashes.
The sword light and the orchid were in a stalemate, and Yan Chixia realized that he really couldn't win.
A slender hand suddenly stretched out from the forehead of the goddess, and then the upper body of the beautiful and graceful girl emerged from the mud, grabbing a jade orchid and striking it on the sword light.
The sword light flew back, Yan Chixia fell into the thick fog, and the flying sword fell on him.
Yan Chixia coughed, put the flying sword into the sword case, and watched the Scattering Flower Goddess getting closer and closer. He felt unexpectedly calm.
The Rakshasa Demon Mother on the forehead of the Flower-Scattering Goddess burrowed into the soil again, and the orchid began to grow, just like before.
The Flower-scattering Goddess looked at him and said, "With a heart as blazing as fire, you will be my Rakshasa Ghost King."
An invisible magical power fell on Yan Chixia, and he felt as if his heart was burning, as if an endless flame was rushing straight to his head, causing him to feel boundless anger.
But the golden sand on his body suddenly lit up, resisting the magic power of the Scattering Flower Goddess.
The Flower-scattering Goddess sneered, "Why would you do such a thing, damned devil?"
The golden sands gradually dimmed, and Yan Chixia was about to fall into the hands of the Scattering Flowers Goddess.
Suddenly, a red shadow emerged from the white fog, rolled up Yan Chixia, and escaped into the fog.
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