Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect Chapter 120: Fellow Daoist, Why Resist?

As Lü Yang appeared, that towering and mountain-like vast magical power not only made Guang Hai’s expression change, but also frightened Guang Ming nearby, who showed a look of terror.

Then, he looked toward his opponent.

Qin Tianhe.

Perhaps it was a eting of like minds, or perhaps it was the encounter of two worthy rivals—when the Pure Land and the Saint Sect were fighting to the death, the two of them were also fiercely engaging in magical combat.

And at this mont, with Lü Yang's appearance, Guang Ming and Qin Tianhe exchanged a glance, then very tacitly began to shift their battlefield farther away.

As for Guang Hai's cry for help, Guang Ming turned a deaf ear, because he had already seen Lü Yang take out that terrifying flag.

At the sa ti, the remaining Pure Land cultivators followed Guang Hai’s orders.

Seven Vajra Dharma Bodies imdiately turned back, ready to assist Guang Hai, yet almost simultaneously, Lü Yang shook the Myriad Spirits Banner, and one after another, banner spirits erged.

"Kill them all."

Lü Yang gave a light order, then turned around and looked at the grim-faced Guang Hai, only to see Guang Hai holding a talisman in his hand.

The Life-Binding Talisman!

This fruit-position treasure of the Pure Land could directly teleport the marked person to oneself, and just now, Guang Hai had intended to teleport the Eight Divisions of the Buddhist Crowd over.

However, he had failed.

In the next second, as he looked around again, he discovered that the surrounding scenery had completely changed, transforming from the interior of a spiritual treasure to clear mountains and waters.

【Abyssal Stillness Assembly Diagram】!

Bestowed by True Person Chong Guang, a fruit-position treasure belonging to True Lord Qingcheng Feixue, it had the wondrous effect of sealing the void, and had already been laid out when Lü Yang first appeared.

The mont Lü Yang found him, he could no longer escape!

Thinking of this, Guang Hai finally recognized the reality, his expression returned to calm, and with a wave of his kasaya, he instantly laid out twelve brilliant and colorful array diagrams.

Then, his figure disappeared into the deepest part of the arrays, clearly not intending to confront Lü Yang head-on, but to use the array to stall for ti.

Lü Yang let out a mocking laugh.

"Fellow Daoist, why struggle like a trapped beast? My banner just happens to have a place for you!"

As a seventh-rank array master, he could tell at a glance that Guang Hai actually didn’t understand arrays very well.

Although the arrays had been laid out, their qi had not truly rged with the diagrams.

As his words fell, Lü Yang stepped directly into the array without hesitation!

Seeing this, Guang Hai imdiately waved the array flag without saying a word.

The twelve great arrays activated, and in an instant, the dense Buddhist light condensed into a magnificent temple.

"Rise!"

Feeling the surging power within the array, Guang Hai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

These twelve array diagrams were actually part of a single array.

The complete version should have thirty-six diagrams.

The array itself was supposed to be used in conjunction with the Eight Divisions of the Buddhist Crowd, creating an environnt infinitely close to the Pure Land to complent the Buddhist forces.

In this way, the Eight Divisions could borrow the position of an Arhat together, and combined with the Pure Land environnt created by the array, they could unleash power comparable to the early Foundation Establishnt Realm in a short ti.

Though there were only twelve diagrams now, they were still not sothing ordinary cultivators could break.

Boom!

Just as Guang Hai was thinking this, before he could react, he heard a loud bang as all twelve array diagrams trembled together, emitting crisp cracking sounds!

In the next second—

"Heaven Collapses."

First, the first one, then the second, then the third... under Guang Hai’s dumbfounded gaze, the twelve array diagrams shattered rapidly at this mont!

Seeing such a terrifying scene, Guang Hai didn’t even have ti to feel fear.

Still in a state of confusion, he had thought he had already overestimated Lü Yang as much as possible.

But seeing it for himself, he realized he had still underestimated the opponent.

Uncontrollably, the sa doubt that Guang Hui once had arose in his heart:

"Is this man... in the Foundation Establishnt Realm?"

Seeing that Lü Yang was about to break through all twelve diagrams alone, Guang Hai had no ti to think.

He could only take out a vivid dragon-shaped pendant from his bosom.

Crack!

Guang Hai gritted his teeth and crushed it with force, and in an instant, a vast divine sense surged out, pouring into Guang Hai’s sea of consciousness.

Swoosh—!

In that mont, waves arose without wind, and Guang Hai’s expression gradually cald, all emotions vanished, leaving only serenity and tranquility.

Though still the sa person, his eyes now shone with brilliant Buddhist light, and his entire aura transford.

He put his palms together and softly chanted a Buddhist na, and his aura instantly soared, reaching a level infinitely close to Foundation Establishnt!

"Amitabha."

The sound of Buddha echoed like thunder, the powerful positional aura spreading through the sound waves, instantly alarming the Pure Land and Saint Sect disciples locked in fierce battle.

"Things have turned bad, retreat!"

The true disciples of the Saint Sect clearly understood the situation and imdiately withdrew, not daring to approach the spot where "Guang Hai" now stood, quickly widening the distance.

On the Pure Land side, thunderous chants rang out, causing an uproar.

"It’s Venerable Fulong!"

"Guang Hai is Venerable Fulong’s chief disciple, is it he who has summoned the Venerable here?"

"We are saved!"

Foundation Establishnt!

This was Foundation Establishnt!

Even if it was only a strand of divine sense, it was enough to make Qi Refining cultivators flee in fear.

No wonder the Pure Land had been so confident this ti, they had indeed prepared a trump card.

However, at this mont, there was a loud explosion.

The twelve array diagrams completely shattered, the collapsing spiritual light surging like a broken dam, and Lü Yang stepped out from within, a sword rainbow swirling around him.

Among all present, only he remained calm.

Seeing this, "Guang Hai" squinted his eyes and showed an interested expression:

"Such profound wisdom, why not take refuge in my Pure Land?"

Though it was still Guang Hai’s voice, it carried an indescribable charm.

Every word was like the rhythmic knocking of a wooden fish by an old monk in a ditation hall, making people unconsciously sink into it, discarding all distractions, developing the thought of taking refuge, and speaking hidden secrets from their hearts.

Nad "taking refuge", but actually soul searching!

"Bald donkey, what nonsense!"

Lü Yang spoke coldly, releasing the Foundation Establishnt divine sense gained from cultivating the Thought-Severing Heaven-Seeing Silkworm Secret Art without holding back, directly dispelling the strange charm in "Guang Hai’s" voice.

However, seeing this, "Guang Hai" grew even more delighted:

"So it truly is the 『Nine Transforming Dragon Art』."

Imdiately after, he pressed his palms together again and laughed heartily:

"Why resist, fellow Daoist? Since you cultivate my true art, I am your inescapable karmic connection."

"...You are not wrong."

Lü Yang stared directly at "Guang Hai" and sneered:

"Indeed, I have karmic ties with Fulong, but unfortunately, you are only an imitation, not the real Fulong."

As his words fell, the Myriad Spirits Banner shook.

The Guardian Deity Su Nu stepped out from within, her positional aura and qi completely overpowering "Guang Hai" at this mont, even surpassing him in many aspects!

In an instant, the Buddhist light that had filled the sky due to "Guang Hai" dimd again, replaced by overwhelming Yin energy filling most of the sky.

Seeing this scene, "Guang Hai’s" smile gradually disappeared.

"Smile, why aren’t you smiling anymore?"

"Fellow Daoist, why resist?"

Lü Yang held the Myriad Spirits Banner, looking at the Fulong Arhat as if gazing at a fat and juicy prey:

"My banner just happens to lack a talent like you!"