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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千零七十章 后期修士间的差距

"Glory to Amitabha, let this old monk test your divine powers!"

Abbot Kongsuan clasped his hands together. Despite his emaciated figure, his voice was as resonant as a bell. His thumb moved slightly, and the beads in his palm began to glow brighter, emanating an increasingly powerful aura.

After successfully condensing a demon core, Lin Xuan's strength had taken another leap. Although he might not fear a late-stage cultivator on his own, he would not underestimate anyone either. The opponent was a seat of the Hall of Arhats in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, a renowned cultivator with hundreds of years of experience.

Lin Xuan formed hand seals and the green fire sword flashed, conjuring countless sword shadows that surged like raging waves towards his foe.

"Glory to Amitabha, what sin. Your divine powers indeed surpass those of an ordinary late-stage cultivator, but you underestimate this old monk at your peril. Facing a barrage of sword qi, Abbot Kongsuan did not dodge or evade; he merely focused on reciting scriptures."

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted slightly. He didn't believe the other was simply overconfident. Could it be...

Though he had his suspicions, once an attack was launched, Lin Xuan showed no hesitation. His hands clenched, and the green fire sword glowed more brightly as he thrust forward.

Silent and unseen, without any visible light or aura, the blow struck with tremendous force.

Abbot Kongsuan dared not underestimate him either. His divine sense focused entirely on Lin Xuan, his face showing shock.

A burst of five-colored Buddha light appeared, splitting Abbot Kongsuan's body in half as if he were being decapitated.

But this was far from over. A thunderous explosion echoed, and a mountain several miles away was ravaged by falling rocks. The entire peak was sliced off, leaving behind a jagged cliff. A strong wind blew, causing the thousand-foot-high mountain to collapse.

Lin Xuan was startled but thrilled. Although the divine treasure consumed a lot of his power, its destructive force was impressive. One strike could level a mountain over a hundred feet tall. If he had obtained this treasure earlier, slaying the giant monster would have been much easier! But there was no time for such thoughts now.

As Lin Xuan lowered his right hand, he quickly stepped to the left. With this movement, he vanished from sight.

A brick-shaped talisman fell from above, creating a deep crater on impact.

Lin Xuan pointed at the green fire sword and sent it flying into the void. It collided with several streaks of golden light.

Abbot Kongsuan's figure appeared in his line of sight. Unlike his majestic appearance earlier, he now wore an expression of malevolence. One of his arms was severed at the elbow.

The divine treasure's attack had not been completely dodged. Desperate, Abbot Kongsuan used a similar technique to the daoist "Substitute Body for Tribulation" to protect himself.

Watching Lin Xuan with hatred, he suddenly laughed maniacally. "No wonder you, an early-stage cultivator, did not take this old monk seriously. You actually possess a divine treasure! Well well, even if I lost my arm, it was worth it to obtain such a precious item."

Before his words were finished, Abbot Kongsuan flipped his hand and loudly recited "Glory to Amitabha." A powerful aura burst forth, intertwining the five-colored Buddha light into a statue of Buddha.

No... not Buddha. It was an angry Vajra instead.

Standing ten feet tall, it loomed ominously as Abbot Kongsuan cast a spell, conjuring hundreds of hands. The entire sky turned golden, and the sun was obscured by the divine palm!

Lin Xuan's brows furrowed. This was one of the ancient Buddhist techniques to subdue demons. Its power could rival top-tier magical artifacts, and combining it with hundreds of palms would make even a late-stage cultivator hesitate.

Abbot Kongsuan's abilities did not end there. He flicked his sleeve, and a fiery staff flew out, growing larger as it descended upon Lin Xuan. The shadow was heavy like a mountain, and the sound of Buddhist chants echoed in his ears.

Behind him appeared a round talisman with eighteen Buddha images on its surface. Was this the Great Compassion Golden Wheel?

No... not quite. Lin Xuan frowned. Although he knew little about Buddhist artifacts, what he saw was clearly not the legendary Great Compassion Golden Wheel. At best, it was an imitation that had been poorly crafted.

Regardless, Lin Xuan did not underestimate it. The Great Compassion Golden Wheel was a holy relic of the Buddhist sect with the power to create the world.

Lin Xuan tapped his waist and summoned the Black Iron Dragon Shield, which spun rapidly, forming a golden light barrier around him.

He then injected more power into the broken sword, slashing downward. Unlike before, this time it was accompanied by a myriad of sword qi that struck the Vajra with force.

Clanging sounds echoed as the divine palms clashed with the sword qi.

On one side was the ancient Buddhist technique to subdue demons, and on the other, a legendary artifact from the spirit realm. The ground trembled, and clouds were blown away within a hundred miles.

Lin Xuan had no time to watch the outcome. Abbot Kongsuan's staff transformed into a giant bird that struck the light barrier. Despite its strength, the Black Iron Dragon Shield could withstand such attacks due to his Vajra Unbreakable Body cultivation.

Lin Xuan sighed. He had underestimated this Buddhist cultivator's power.

He thought he would be invincible in late-stage cultivators with a divine treasure like this, but it turned out differently.

Even as an advanced late-stage cultivator, the difference in strength was significant. The main hall master of the Mystic Phoenix Sect and the Yellow Eyebrow Immortal aside, even that late-stage monster from Cloud Ridge Mountain might have been slightly weaker than Abbot Kongsuan.

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect ranked among the seven major forces, likely closer to reality than rumors suggested.

Lin Xuan sighed. Abbot Kongsuan was enraged and shocked. Despite having a divine treasure, he was only an early-stage cultivator. The lost arm was due to the suddenness of the attack; he wasn't just any late-stage cultivator.

As an Arhat seat, he had practiced under the Bodhi Tree, his divine powers second only to the abbot and another senior. He once single-handedly killed five late-stage cultivators, including one late-stage and two early-stage ones.

The divine treasure was a defective item, and at his level, its power would be minimal. Yet, the Vajra Buddha was still defeated by sword qi.

His own Vajra Buddha, created with great effort, was pockmarked by the sword qi, leaving behind a black bead in mid-air.

Fortunately, the remaining sword qi was merely a feeble attack. With his Vajra Unbreakable Body cultivation, he could ignore such attacks.

Lin Xuan sighed again. The divine treasure's power was impressive, but it consumed too much of his energy for an early-stage cultivator to use continuously. It was better suited for surprise attacks, as enemies with prepared defenses would easily dodge its strikes.

Abbot Kongsuan, cunning and experienced, saw Lin Xuan stop using the divine treasure. He paused before snarling: "Is your power running out? If you surrender now, this old monk will show great mercy and allow you to reincarnate. Otherwise..."

"Old fool, don't be afraid of wind blowing your tongue. Just say you want to draw my soul for cultivation. Unfortunately, with such trivial daoist abilities, it's impossible."

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