Without the slightest trace of smoke, nor did he chant or gesture, he vanished ghost-like into the void.
How was this done?
They did not know, only the Great Brahma Prince showed a look of disbelief.
Ordinary fire escape techniques could not achieve such a level.
But if one understood the existence of the Fire Origin, one could naturally capture the omnipresent fire-attributed Spiritual Qi in the world, then stealthily retreat.
It is rumored that Alchemy Sect Luo Chen of the Eastern Wasteland indeed prematurely understood the Law’s True Intent, a peerless prodigy; could this be the Fire Origin?
Their questions remained unanswered.
And the head of the Tuluo Crowd, as the party involved, felt a matchless force coming like a tidal wave.
Moreover, a rough primitive power, following the two’s junction, impacted his entire body.
Sleeves rolled back, inch by inch shattering.
Tendons pulsed, blood boiled.
Luo Chen saw this scene, and his eyebrows raised slightly.
"Suffering Practice thod? A good defense!"
With a note of admiration, Luo Chen suddenly withdrew his steps, and then moved forward.
The whole person turned into a phantom, taking ghostly steps around the head of the Tuluo Crowd.
His form seed elusive and ghostly, yet his strikes were like a storm.
Fingers, palms, fists, claws, each snapped, clapped, grabbed, smashed; eight moves in succession, Origin Force injected, then jointly detonated.
King’s Desquamation!
After all this, Luo Chen drifted back.
The head of the Tuluo Crowd still stood there, his eyes sowhat dazed.
Then!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
On the withered yet powerful physical body, blood mists burst out one after another.
"Ah!"
A scream sounded simultaneously.
In the air, the Great Brahma Prince’s pupils shrank.
"The Zhan Tan Golden Body of the Tuluo Crowd’s head was broken!"
As the most famous body refinent expert within the Mosen King Court, the Zhan Tan Golden Body of the head of the Tuluo Crowd was renowned; it was said to withstand True Devices without a hitch, a mighty Leakless Golden Body.
This, from earlier when he alone resisted Luo Chen’s Fla Dragon Birth, was noticeable.
However, after just two moves, it was broken by the opponent.
"If it were , how many moves would it take?" The Great Brahma Prince asked himself heartily, but the answer was obvious, at least more than two hands could count.
"Wait!"
"Don’t!"
Suddenly cries of alarm sounded nearby.
The Great Brahma Prince looked again, seeing a sharp platinum Sword Qi at the fingertips of the white-clothed Daoist.
This was surely an intention to kill!
With his golden body broken, Gang Qi leaking outward, the head of the Tuluo Crowd was in a sorry state, half-kneeling on the ground, watching the white-clothed Daoist approach step by step, hopelessness in his eyes.
Suddenly!
Luo Chen’s steps halted.
He looked helplessly at the Buddhist Temple shrouded by moonlight in the distance.
"Master, you ask to protect you and also to hold back, this is really challenging!"
Though saying this, the platinum Sword Qi in Luo Chen’s hand indeed dissipated.
He glanced at the head of the Tuluo Crowd, lightly snorted, neither mocking nor jeering, and flew alone to a pavilion.
Xiao Yan and Tuo Po exchanged a glance, then cautiously descended, helping the head of the Tuluo Crowd up, taking out pills to heal his wounds.
Though they indulge in pleasures, they also believe and serve Buddha.
Like the ascetic monk, the head of the Tuluo Crowd, whom they deeply admired.
The Great Brahma Prince glanced, then entered the pavilion alone.
"Friends say you want to protect Master Xuan Du, who is the enemy?"
Luo Chen looked up at the tall, magnificently dressed man, resembling a Heavenly God, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.
"You know my origin, but I don’t know your na, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?"
The Great Brahma Prince was stunned, then laughed silently.
His reputation was quite prominent in the West Desert, few High Order Cultivators did not know him, thus he unconsciously forgot this.
Luo Chen was from the Outer Continent, and had risen not long ago, not knowing him was normal.
He perford a Daoist greeting solemnly: "I am the sovereign of the Mosen Lu Dou Country, the world calls the Great Brahma Prince."
Upon hearing the title, Luo Chen looked at him with even higher regard.
Though Great Brahma Heaven is not the Buddhist mainstream in the West Desert, it is still known as the Creator God in the branches.
His ability to use this na as a title and remain well demonstrated formidable capability.
Especially earlier when he alone received one of his moves, showcasing extraordinary prowess.
Seeing the goodwill from his side, Luo Chen waved his hand, and a jug of wine instantly appeared on the stone table in the pavilion.
The Great Brahma Prince couldn’t help but smile wryly: "In a Holy Land of Buddhism, drinking wine seems sowhat profane."
Luo Chen considered this too, put away the wine jug, "Then you may instead!"
The Great Brahma Prince shook his head helplessly, took out an exquisite tea set, using True Fire to boil water, began brewing Spirit Tea, while still curious.
Since the stage was set, Luo Chen did not hesitate to speak.
He said slowly: "Hanging Temple!"
The Great Brahma Prince was about to pour tea, his hand froze in mid-air, showing disbelief.
"How is it possible?"
"Why impossible?" Luo Chen retorted.
The Great Brahma Prince instinctively said: "The Glazed Pure Land itself ca from Hanging Temple, Master Xuan Du was even once the head of the dicine King Institute, one of the Eight Chairn, how would Hanging Temple target him?"
Luo Chen smiled slightly, and took the teapot, pouring himself a cup.
"You know Master Xuan Du is from Hanging Temple, then besides Hanging Temple, who in the entire West Desert would dare be his enemy?"
The Great Brahma Prince was speechless.
Indeed, the logic seed sound?
He suddenly recalled Master Xuan Du’s reminder when entering the Glazed Pure Land.
Buddhist tribulation?
Buddhist sect’s internal catastrophe!
The Great Brahma Prince could not help but smile wryly: "I really am caught in unforeseen misfortune!"
User Comments
0 comments from readers