Cultivation: I Can Traverse Otherworlds Chapter 127 - 121: Flying Saber, Kasaya, and Buddhist Techni

He then leaped high into the air and smashed down hard.

Suru Mountain Pendant!

The imnse force made the ground tremble. The Rouge Saber and Xinhai were actually sent flying by the impact.

The next instant.

"ROAR!"

A roaring Fire Dragon charged toward them. The Monk’s expression changed drastically, but he was too slow to dodge and was swallowed whole by the dragon.

Fire Dragon Demon Suppression!

Ye Baici, holding the Buddha’s Heart Lamp, wore a grave expression.

"Be careful."

"Bamboo Mountain Temple’s reputation was forged in battle. You can treat it as a Major Sect of Magic."

If the Monks of Bamboo Mountain Temple were Magicians with an established lineage, then the Rouge Saber and his companions were rely Loose Cultivators.

Especially now.

How could those who broke through the army’s blockade be ordinary people?

Underestimating them...

...was tantamount to seeking death.

"They’re coming again."

Dozens of pale, ghostly figures lunged forward, causing everyone’s expressions to turn grim.

Mandala Transformation Technique!

It was a Buddhist Evil Technique.

It allowed the user to control Wandering Souls.

Zhu Ju took a step forward, his fingers flicking continuously. Streams of Sword Qi shot out, shredding the approaching apparitions.

Five Elents Sword Point!

The Five Peaks True Form Force circulated within him, and the Five Elents Evil Qi surged, transforming into Sword Qi that shot toward the figures above.

Sword Qi had the widest range, and because it was infused with Evil Qi, it even had a Breaking Technique effect.

Although its killing power was slightly weaker, it was more than enough to deal with Wandering Souls.

Ye Baici summoned two Fire Dragons to circle and roar at close range, while the others handled the close-quarters combat.

The Purple Sandalwood Buddhist Beads controlled by Master Yuanding weaved through the group, blocking many of the attacks.

For a ti,

they held their ground firmly on the narrow path.

As for the Monks who saw the unfavorable situation and tried to go around, the group paid them no mind, nor could they afford to.

"CLATTER..."

Ghost Monkey opened a bundle, and gold, silver, and jewels spilled all over the ground. He couldn’t help but grin.

’So this is how monks make their money?’

"Of course," Ye Baici said.

"Temples don’t have to pay taxes to the Court, and every year high officials and nobles make donations. Who knows how much wealth they’ve amassed over hundreds of years."

"Why else do you think everyone in Yidu City was so eager for us to raid Bamboo Mountain Temple?"

"Er..."

"Master."

She turned to Yuanding and Xinhai, a look of apology on her face.

"Longn Temple is a Buddhist Holy Land, so it naturally isn’t included in what I said."

"Amitabha Buddha." Yuanding bowed his head, his palms pressed together.

"Wealth is but a worldly possession. Bamboo Mountain Temple... their obsessions are too strong. They deserve this calamity, they truly do!"

"Whatever you say." Ghost Monkey gathered the bundles on the ground and chuckled. "Looks like this ti we’ve hit the jack..."

"Watch out!"

Zhu Ju’s expression flickered as he flicked a finger, sending out a stream of Sword Qi.

Ghost Monkey’s reaction was also swift. Though he didn’t know what was happening, he flipped over and leaped away.

"SWISH!"

A cold glint flashed past.

The Five Elents Sword Qi was shattered with ease. The cold glint grazed the back of Ghost Monkey’s hand and shot toward the group.

"AH!"

Ghost Monkey scread.

"My hand!"

The cold glint had rely grazed the back of his hand, yet three of his fingers had already fallen to the ground. If it had struck his body...

The consequences were unimaginable!

At this sight,

everyone’s face turned pale, a chill running through their hearts.

Even Zhu Ju’s Skin and Flesh tensed. Despite his powerful Physical Body, nourished by his Innate cultivation, he felt no confidence in being able to block that sharp, cold glint.

"It’s a Flying Sword!"

Ye Baici’s expression was grave as her Fire Dragons suddenly coiled back.

"ZING..."

The Flying Sword humd. Just as the Fire Dragons attacked, it abruptly split into six rays of fine light that swirled rapidly.

The rays of light were like drills, forcefully piercing into the Fire Dragons’ mouths and flying out from their tails with an ear-piercing screech.

"BOOM!"

The Fire Dragons exploded on the spot.

The Fire Dragons summoned by the Buddha’s Heart Lamp were utterly defenseless before the Flying Sword!

Ye Baici’s heart sank.

The rays of light paused in mid-air before continuing their charge toward the group.

Zhu Ju held his saber, gathering his focus. Years of combat and Cultivation allowed him to enter a state of ultimate tranquility in an instant.

In his perception, the rays of light revealed their true form.

Flying Sabers!

Not one.

But six!

Six Flying Sabers spun and sped through the air, drawing arcs as they shot toward the group.

"SWOOSH!"

Zhu Ju let out a low cry, his Cross and Vertical Saber striking out like lightning.

Ghost God Limit!

Demon Saber—Shocking God!

A saber gleam infused with Shocking God Blade Intent flared, instantly colliding with the six Flying Sabers and sending sparks flying.

"DING..."

"CLINK CLANK CLINK..."

Figures blurred and saber gleams flickered across the battlefield.

Five Elents Evil Qi and Shocking God Blade Intent furiously washed over the attack. The light of the incoming Flying Sabers dimd, and their movents slowed.

"Get out here!"

Zhu Ju shouted, his figure flashing into the dense forest. He swung his saber at a figure hiding within.

The night was hazy.

An old Monk in a Kasaya stood in the woods like a piece of deadwood. Hearing the whistling sound, he slowly raised his head.

Yuanle!

The Chief Elder of the Scripture Pavilion.

His portrait had long since been distributed far and wide by the Yidu General’s Mansion.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

The benevolent-looking Yuanle chanted the Buddha’s na. With a slight flick of his finger, the six Flying Sabers zipped back.

The impact of the Evil Qi had failed to damage the Flying Sabers.

He was clearly proficient in an extrely refined Artifact Control thod. With a spin, the Flying Sabers entangled the incoming long saber.

While Zhu Ju was unable to swing his saber, he suddenly struck with his palm.

Sky Splitting Palm!

Yuanle had joined the temple with skills already learned; he was not originally a Bamboo Mountain Temple Monk, but a notorious bandit who had committed countless cris.

He sought refuge with Yuanye while being hunted.

After twenty years of Cultivation at Bamboo Mountain Temple, his skills had grown more consummate. A single burst of his Palm Force could shatter mountains and crack stone.

Heh...

Facing the incoming Palm Force, Zhu Ju’s face curled into a cold smile. He held his saber in one hand and extended the other, the Power of the Five Elents gathering in his palm.

Five Elents Palm!

When it ca to Physical Body and close combat, he didn’t even fear a Great Mage.

"BOOM!"

The two palms collided.

The old Monk’s expression changed drastically. He felt as if he had run headfirst into a great mountain. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, shaking out the Kasaya he was wearing.

Instantly,

mournful ghostly howls echoed.

The terrifying fluctuation of Qi even caused the area within a hundred-ter radius to darken.

One by one, Vengeful Spirits and Fierce Ghosts filled with endless resentnt flew out from the Kasaya, rging into black smoke that enveloped Zhu Ju.

’What is this thing?’

Zhu Ju’s expression flickered.

His consciousness churned amidst the wails of ghosts and howls of gods, and illusions flashed before his eyes. He actually lost his sensory perception of Yuanle’s aura, and a chill ran through his heart.

A Divine Soul Secret Technique!

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Witnessing this, Yuanding’s eyes filled with terror, and he couldn’t help but cry out:

"The Skinning Charm Technique!"

"A Demon, he’s a Demon!"

This technique was exceptionally cruel.

It required the murder of over a hundred won. They were made to endure all sorts of inhuman torture, dying with boundless resentnt. After death, their skin was flayed and refined with a Secret Technique, ultimately creating a Kasaya.

When the Kasaya was released, the impact of the ultimate resentnt was sothing even a Divine Buddha would have difficulty blocking.

Such a Demon Artifact, so devoid of humanity, made it difficult for even the profoundly learned Yuanding to suppress the rage in his heart.

"Donor Ye."

"Please give the Buddha’s Heart Lamp."

"Yes." Ye Baici was stunned for a mont, then subconsciously handed it over.

"Amitabha Buddha." Yuanding chanted the Buddha’s na, raising the Buddha’s Heart Lamp with one hand. A ball of Buddhist light instantly appeared on the field.

"Buddha Fire!"

"Annihilate evil!"

"BOOM!"

The Kasaya enveloping Zhu Ju suddenly froze, then burst into a raging fire. The Vengeful Spirits scread in agony.

But as the Buddha Fire burned, the ferocious expressions on the faces of the Vengeful Spirits gradually faded, and they returned to peace.

And the Kasaya...

...quickly withered.

"AHH!"

"My Kasaya!"

Yuanle roared angrily.

"Yuanding, you damn monk, you dare destroy my Kasaya?"

This Kasaya was the culmination of his life’s work. He even slept with it every night, and now Yuanding had destroyed it.

How could he not be filled with hatred?

"BOOM!"

Before his roar had faded,

Zhu Ju had already sent the Vengeful Spirits around him flying with a palm strike and was now charging over, long saber in hand.

Yuanle’s expression changed.

Even at full strength, he had no confidence in defeating Zhu Ju, let alone now that his Magical Artifact was destroyed and he was heavily injured, unable to use even half of his power.

He gritted his teeth, shot a hateful glare at the spell-casting Yuanding, and used a Body Technique to flee down the mountain.

Zhu Ju had no intention of letting him go and quickly gave chase.

Magic in this world was profound and mysterious, but resources were extrely scarce.

Yidu was already a large city, yet he had still not heard of many decent Magical Artifacts. Now that he had encountered one, how could he let it go?