The Flower Monk, with blood on his chest, saw the three of them and, the joy apparent in his expression, shouted, "Junior brothers and sisters, co help !"
Behind him, the sound of clashing tal rang out.
In just a mont, soone chased through the forest; a tall, burly figure dressed in simple gray monk robes, carrying a Flying Dragon Chan Staff, exuding killing intent with every step. He pressed his palms together and said, "Amitabha Buddha!"
"I didn't expect there would be people from the demonic sect here."
Oh no!
Encountered another ruthless character.
One of the disciples from the Hehuan Sect said, "Is that the Flying Dragon Chan Staff left by the legendary master Xuan Zang?"
"Has Brother Xingkong provoked soone from the Vijnanavada School?"
A master from the Buddhist sect.
And a disciple of the legendary master Xuan Zang, who was once the foremost figure in Buddhism. His disciples overshadowed the Daoists for decades and were infamous among the demonic sects. With the formidable strength of the Vajra Palm Power and his magic wand technique, he fought from the Eastern Land all the way to India.
To put it simply, without the Journey to the West, without Wukong, Bajie, or Sandy, the legendary master Xuan Zang went alone, forcibly battling his way to obtain the scriptures from India.
After returning with the scriptures, he beca the number one figure in Buddhism.
This grand monk, with his fortitude-trained muscles and bones, resembled the Angry Eye Vajra, wielding a Chan Staff weighing over a hundred pounds, brandishing it like a fierce wind, making people dare not face it.
The disciples of the Hehuan Sect didn't say a word and took off running, not even caring about their fellow brothers.
But just as they used Qinggong to flee, the next mont they froze in place, suddenly noticing a handso young man standing at the crossroads, looking slightly surprised at seeing them. He then stood there with a radiant smile, just waiting for them to deliver themselves to him.
"Indeed, still cherishing so camaraderie!"
"Junior brothers and sisters actually stayed behind to cover our retreat!"
The Flower Monk saw the few ahead slow their pace and was overjoyed, sprinting past them with all his might, grateful for their camaraderie, he decided to burn so paper offerings for them next year.
Xingkong used the Buddhist sect's reputation to deceive rchants and their wives, secretly stealing fragrant jade, and preying on those noblewon and young ladies. Yet unexpectedly, in Jingnan, he encountered a true master from the Buddhist sect, a disciple of the legendary master Xuan Zang.
Not long ago, in Ba and Shu, he t the successor of the dicine King, Sun Simiao. That young lady's poison and dical skills were extraordinary, able to seal acupoints and block ridians, really troubleso.
If he hadn't suffered such losses, he wouldn't have fled to the even more chaotic Jingnan.
Unexpectedly, his luck here was equally poor.
That grand monk relentlessly pursued, forcing him into a pitiful escape.
Nowadays, the world is in chaos, whether it's the Buddhist or Daoist sects, there are many corrupt mbers. In comparison, the Buddhist sect is more mixed with fish and dragons, he donned the monk's robe and blended in smoothly.
But just wearing this skin, when encountering a true master from the Buddhist sect, it becos a mortal struggle.
This grand monk chased him for over a thousand miles.
This person, known as Bu Jie, was a Dharma Protector Vajra of the Buddhist sect, mastering both internal and external practices, having secluded in Shaolin Temple for years, said to have obtained the Yi Jin Jing.
He possessed innate divine power, practiced Shijia Zhixiang Skill, earning the title 'Angry Eye Vajra' among martial arts practitioners.
"Out of the way!"
Where did this reckless young fellow co from, daring to block his path?
The Flower Monk struck out a palm, it was a stolen Large Power Vajra Palm, intending to crush the young man's skull in front, he most disliked others who looked more handso than himself, his eyes squinted, already delivering a deadly blow.
Bam!
Crack!
The young man didn't dodge or evade, the two t palms, the Flower Monk instantly vomited blood, bones seemingly shattered, before he could even speak, the opponent lunged directly, his five fingers becoming claws, fierce like a tiger, piercing the heart and lungs.
This young man killed extrely swiftly and decisively.
Such ruthless thods frightened the Hehuan Sect disciples out of their wits; even within the demonic sect, only a few legacies killed without batting an eye.
"Young hero, spare my life!"
Among the Hehuan Sect disciples lagging behind, a young woman was so scared her knees buckled, kneeling on the spot pleading for rcy, tearfully saying, "I am willing to serve as a slave by the young hero's side."
As the words fell.
The fierce palm wind turned, seized another's neck, and forcibly twisted the head off. A head was taken on the spot, the young man's palms like gold and iron, his body already faintly surrounded by protective True Qi, forming a Qi barrier.
The young man slaughtered across the land.
Except for the Hehuan Sect woman who decisively surrendered, the others t tragic fates, either their skulls shattered, or their hearts pierced and lungs extracted. Despite their decent martial arts, they couldn't match up to this opponent.
Truly resembling a Divine Descent!
The Buddhist sect master couldn't help but draw a cold breath.
"A body full of baleful energy, like the demonic sect's blood refining technique, but why does his essence carry the military school's path of slaughter?"
Bu Jie once crossed paths with expert from the military school, those corpse mountain and blood sea killing intents are unmistakable.
The world is chaotic.
Military school experts are also erging frequently, though mostly within the army, rarely wandering the martial world. This young man's killing intent was the most terrifying he had encountered, ordinary people wouldn't just fear battling him, but being targeted by his killing intent would already terrify their spirit.
A blood-handed butcher.
The young man took the heads of several people, stood still, thodically wiping the blood off his hands with cloth, but his gaze fell upon Bu Jie.
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