With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 660 - 563: Shattering the Celestial King Form in Rag

The slightly "petite" figure, compared to the majestic presence, flitted like a startled swan.

The [Divine Strides] has already broken through to mastery, the essence of the Five Elents’ escape technique has been grasped.

Moreover, the insight into the Qi Observation Skill regarding the manipulation of "water" was realized earlier in the Shaolin Temple [cultivation room].

With all these enhancing him.

He was able to traverse through the thick fog like a dragon, evading consecutive overhead strikes.

As he perceived a fleeting opportunity.

Seizing the mont as the majestic figure retracted its leg.

ng Chuan’s mighty hand gathered, surrounding himself with a torrent of water vapor.

Like a dragon in the Qiantang River, he enveloped himself in massive ocean tides in a spiral, ascending to the heavens.

Under the final release of power, the waves behind him converged into a towering surge of hundreds of ters.

Whoosh——!

As the heavy fist halted, the warm breath from ng Chuan covered the majestic figure, and the massive dark water curtain behind him crashed down.

Seeing the water curtain pouring down across the sky, the giant palm abruptly pushed horizontally.

The surviving dark blue arm erupted with dazzling Buddhist light, instantly tearing the water curtain into scattered rain.

Amidst the steaming mist, the crimson-gold pupils suddenly contracted!

Behind that shattered water curtain, there was no one!

Before realizing, the shadow above was carrying blazing killing intent like lava, crashing down.

For the first ti, the majestic figure showed a look of astonishnt, its face intertwined with Buddha and demon, twisted in the boiling heat wave:

"Ant...Dare?!"

Tension tightened the divine skin, and the demon heart beat anxiously.

As the peripheral view caught the firelight from behind, it prepared to dodge.

Exactly!

The water curtain lotus was rely a "blindfold technique"!

ng Chuan’s eyes glowed crimson, inner breath providing surging heat and lightning, the heavy fist behind the water curtain condensed the boiling water like magma.

The kidney water converged with the heart fire magma, an alternate Five Elents harmony, playing a new trick in his hands.

The figure soaring high in the sky, blocking the already scarce daylight, cast a long shadow on the majestic figure’s face.

Invisible magma surged into ng Chuan’s fists.

The mont the water curtain dispersed, before the majestic figure could react, a lava eruption like a giant pillar directly penetrated through the cranium!

Instantly, carrying the force of Mount Tai beyond the North Sea’s heft!

Fiercely arrived!

The majestic figure took the impact head-on, the internal spiritual power also surged turbulently.

In the magma flow, a dark dragon-shadow secretly approached under its cover.

Swinging claws unleashed countless streams of chaos, mingling together to attack.

The pain of a body nearing rupture spread throughout.

"Still not dead?!"

ng Chuan was extrely surprised, feeling a sense of urgency.

He could feel as the final release persisted, the transcendent power was gradually occupying the high ground of wisdom.

About to lose rationality...

It was in this slight interruption that ng Chuan noticed, lurking at a distance, Liao Chen.

Sneaky, crouching beneath the shattered rocks, not knowing what he was waiting for.

"Fat monk! Co out!"

"What are you afraid of? This thing is not your Buddhist Sect guardian spirit, just an appearance that’s useless, hurry up!"

ng Chuan shouted loudly, berating Liao Chen for his cowardice.

Fighting fervently, and this guy is rely spectating?

Unbearable!

Seeing he’s being nad, Liao Chen finally sheepishly crawled from underneath the rocks, carrying a dragon shadow and leaping forth.

Clenching his teeth to overco inner fear, confronted the majestic figure.

Not only facing the imnse demonic Qi, but also attacking the "Buddhist Sect guardian," required great courage.

Non-believers of Buddhism naturally don’t understand, like ng Chuan...

"Even Buddha couldn’t figure out, how are you unaffected by his aura?"

Crossing the threat level of the Celestial Demon’s own power, combined with the majestic figure’s Divine Power aura.

Even a Martial Arts Grandmaster, upon witnessing such a phenonon, would tremble.

ng Chuan swung his arm to unleash a piercing magma strike, turned his head and roared.

"You have too many damned questions, hurry up and move!"

The Great Demon was already confused by one of his strikes, the best ti for a victorious pursuit.

...

Boom——!

ng Chuan embraced the lava pillar, crushing the majestic figure.

A circle of fiery ripples spread from the mountainside, continuously expanding in all directions.

Even several kiloters below Suru Mountain, it was distinctly visible.

ng Chuan was almost at full power.

Under the entire final release, the 20-ter figure bathed in the intention of lava, like a Fla Giant living a second life.

Relentlessly advancing, without reservation, without pause.

Swinging the lava giant pillar downward, thrusting his fists down, suppressively!

Rapid rise and fall, flas soaring to the sky.

The earth shook, the mountain rocks blackened.

Within a ten-zhang range of the lava pillar explosion, everything it touched crumbled into powder and fragnts.

...

After so unknown ti, the rumbling explosion and dragon roar gradually faded.

Suru Mountain returned to tranquility.

The white mist enveloping the mountain began to disperse.

"We are really amazing!"

Liao Chen sat exhaustedly on the pile of rubble, his dragon aura occasionally murmuring, wiped sweat away.

His voice slightly proud, dragon whiskers curled at the mouth corners:

"This ti, dealing with our guardian spirit, Buddha too has achieved a personal breakthrough..."

ng Chuan glanced at him, disinclined to speak.

Feeling whether this fat monk was present or not, it’s all the sa, limited output compared to the dragon demon...

Refocused, his mind was also jumbled.

The uncontrollable pain, hamred incessantly on the forehead.

As if a little man crawled into his head, cruelly snipping his nerves with scissors one by one.

Without deactivating [Final Release], the consequences are unimaginable.

ng Chuan had no ti for fat monk.

Hastily shrank his form, milky white airflow dragged away.

After dispersal, returning to his normal form, stepping out of the flow.

Seeing the fat monk rested, approached quietly and inquired:

"Dead?"

"Probably dead..."

ng Chuan wasn’t certain, although the majestic form was dismantled by the two of them.