Cultivation: I Can Traverse Otherworlds Chapter 126 - 121: Flying Saber, Kasaya, and Buddhist Techni

"Kill!"

On the peak of Bamboo Mountain.

The cries of battle shook the heavens.

Through the curtain of rain, armor-clad Soldiers stord Bamboo Mountain Temple, engaging in a brutal slaughter with the Monks.

The crowds surged like tides, crashing against each other within the centuries-old temple. Each collision brought forth a spray of blood and severed limbs.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Yuanye’s face was etched with misery. He swatted aside an arrow with his palm, his heart filled with secret regret.

’If I had known it would co to this, I should have listened to Yuanchen’s advice,’ he thought. ’I shouldn’t have suppressed him and the others. I should have opened the Buddhist Temple’s gates.’

eting blades with goodwill only brings destruction.

Otherwise, with Bamboo Mountain Temple’s centuries of accumulated power, it could have withstood a siege for a short ti without issue.

But alas, it was all too late!

He had handed over Kongjue, who was at the Mage Peak, and the Martial Monks were either suppressed or beaten to death. Bamboo Mountain Temple had essentially severed its own arm.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when practicing deeply the Prajna Paramita, perceived that all five skandhas are empty and was saved from all suffering and distress."

Yuanye stretched out his arms and roared from the center of the Thousand Buddha Hall:

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Return to the Sect!"

"Co out for this old Monk!"

WHOOSH...

A sinister wind suddenly whipped through the grand and solemn hall. The thousands of Buddha statues seed to co alive, swaying slightly.

The next instant, rays of golden light shot out from the statues, transforming into Buddhist Sect Guardians that charged toward the Yidu Soldiers.

The Daoist Family has the technique of Scattering Beans into Soldiers; the Buddhist Sect, too, has thods of manifesting incarnations.

Every statue in the Thousand Buddha Hall was a Magic Artifact, capable of manifesting a physical form to vanquish Demons.

These Puppet-like Buddhist Sect Guardians felt no pain and knew no fatigue, making them perfect for intercepting the Evil Soldiers.

BZZZZ...

Amidst the rain, a loud buzzing erupted.

"What’s going on?"

"It’s bees!"

"No!"

"It’s the poisonous bees from the back mountain!"

Hmm?

Yuanye rushed out of the hall just in ti to see countless poisonous bees swarm from the back mountain, charging toward the crowd.

The bees seed to have gone mad, stinging and biting whover they encountered, whether they were Yidu Soldiers or Buddhist Sect Monks.

Unlike ordinary bees, these poisonous ones did not die shortly after losing their stingers.

And their stings were venomous.

Extrely venomous!

"Parasitic Demon Bees!"

Yuanye’s expression twisted.

"A Demon is a Demon. It can never change its nature. Not even in death can it find peace. However..."

"The more chaos, the better!"

The more chaotic it was, the greater his chance of escaping down the mountain.

BOOM!

Several bolts of serpentine lightning descended from the sky, striking a group of Monks and instantly leaving a dozen charred corpses on the ground.

"Celestial Capital Thunder Skill!"

"A Great Mage?"

Yuanye’s pupils constricted, his heart pounding in his chest.

Thunder Technique was fierce and violent, the bane of all other Magic. Its power was even more pronounced in a thunderstorm like this.

’This is bad!’

WHOOSH...

The sky suddenly darkened.

Countless red shadows appeared in midair. With a wave of Wan Zhengyang’s hand, they dove toward the Monks below.

Blood Evil Ghost Shadows!

This too was a technique of a Great Mage. If one of these blood shadows lunged at you, you would be devoured in an instant without a ans to counter it.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Fear showed in Yuanye’s eyes as he quietly began to retreat.

"Master."

A figure appeared behind him.

"Where are you going?"

To be able to bypass his senses and appear silently in the Thousand Buddha Hall, the person had to be a Great Mage.

Yuanye’s eyes were downcast for a mont, then they flew wide with rage.

"Earth Store Mandala!"

"Kill!"

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Chaos!

Utter chaos!

Zhu Ju’s consciousness took the form of a goshawk, circling high in the sky, his gaze fixed on the cloud-shrouded peak of Bamboo Mountain.

All sorts of auras clashed in the void.

The Spiritual Light of Magic crisscrossed the air like intangible, dotted lines, spying on everything that was happening.

From his observations, there were no fewer than ten sources of fluctuation at the Great Mage Level.

As for Mages, there were even more!

Bamboo Mountain Temple’s centuries of accumulation had attracted countless covetous gazes.

"As expected!"

’When nothing is happening, most masters just lie low. They only co out to grab so benefits when sothing big goes down.’

Shaking his head, Zhu Ju retracted his consciousness and looked toward Ye Baici and the others.

"Careful, soone’s coming our way."

The poisonous bees from the back mountain were attacking friend and foe alike, throwing the battle into chaos. Moreover, the Monks of Bamboo Mountain Temple were not weak.

Many Monks had already broken through the defensive lines and were rushing down the mountain.

The group snapped back to attention.

The scene of Zhu Ju killing Spiritual Crow Master and his retinue had been shocking, but he had ultimately relied on an external object to do it.

It wasn’t that hard to accept.

"They’re here!"

Ghost Monkey’s figure flickered. He leaped into the treetops, hiding among the leaves like an agile monkey.

WOOOO...

A sinister wind swept through, accompanied by incessant ghostly howls.

Several Vengeful Spirits, trailing shimring Ghost Fire, pounced from above.

"Get out of the way!"

"Scatter if you don’t want to die!"

Several fat, large-eared Monks ca running, shouting as they did. They carried bulging packs on their backs.

As they drew closer, the clinking of gold, silver, and Jade Artifacts could be heard clearly.

"Heh..."

Rouge Saber sneered.

"Using ghosts to clear the way while carrying gold and silver... Bamboo Mountain Temple is truly a den of filth. Just a bunch of degenerates of the Buddhist Sect."

"Kill!"

Flashes of his saber left afterimages in their wake.

His Saber Technique was quite profound. Each slash could conjure an afterimage, making it difficult to discern his Saber Montum.

The afterimages also possessed considerable attack power, and they were especially effective against Yin Souls and other ghostly creatures.

PFFT!

One by one, the Vengeful Spirits were instantly shredded by the saber’s light.

The Mute Girl flicked her fingers, and Golden Needles flew out like lightning, aiming for the vital acupoints of the charging Monks.

"Wretched creature!"

The lead Monk’s cheek twitched. His eyes narrowed to slits, glinting with cold light, and his chest heaved rapidly.

"ROAR!"

Buddhist Lion’s Roar!

Zhu Ju saw it clearly.

As the Monk ran, his hands rapidly ford the Outer Binding Lion Seal. His Divine Soul Power connected with the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi. His throat chakra blossod with golden light, rapidly absorbing the surrounding Qi and condensing it into a soundwave, which he blasted out like the roar of a lion.

The soundwave shot toward the group like a projectile.

Another Monk, a portly man, also let out a roar. He perford the Nine Palaces Lotus Step, condensing the aura of the Earth Vein into his own body.