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第五卷 天云十二州 第九百四十三章 大力金刚掌

Now, Lin Xuan had wasted the last bit of power from the spirit talisman, yet still failed to escape. "Abbot Tongyu, why must we resort to such desperate measures? We are merely dao friends; how could I possibly do something like this in a marketplace?" Abbot Tongyu sighed deeply.

"Monk, it's not that we don't trust you," said the Wise Master with folded hands. "But your appearance here in the wasteland of broken stones is too suspicious. Please return to the city so that we can clear up the truth."

Abbot Tongyu remained silent. Although he was only at the early stage of Spirit Core, his cunning was impressive enough to make Lin Xuan admire him. How could he possibly trust others with his fate?

"Devil's Oath?"

For low-ranking cultivators, this oath had some deterrent effect, but for those like them, a little maneuvering would be sufficient to break free from any constraints.

Moreover, what did loyalty matter to a cultivator? The Wise Master may seem kind and benevolent, but how many lives had he taken in his pursuit of enlightenment?

"Argh!"

The giant silkworm raised its massive head and spat out a greenish-black liquid. Abbot Tongyu didn't dare to intercept it directly; instead, he dodged to the side.

However, a black hook came down from above.

Abbot Tongyu's expression turned grim. Could this be his end here?

"Argh!"

The red-robed woman was surprised by his swift reaction. While their cooperation made this move seem unremarkable, it could still severely injure an opponent unexpectedly. Abbot Tongyu's response was even faster than she had anticipated.

Despite the secret technique, intercepting her treasure wasn't easy. She poured more power into it.

This blow would leave a lasting impression on Abbot Tongyu.

However, this wasn't his greatest danger. Another mid-stage Spirit Core expert from the Buddhist sect had silently approached him from behind.

"Arise, Buddha!"

The Wise Master's body was aglow with spiritual energy as he didn't use any treasure but instead pointed at a bead and struck Abbot Tongyu's back.

Great Golden Fists!

The head of Lingyao Mountain was shocked. Although he was a Daoist cultivator, as an advanced Spirit Core expert, how could he not be familiar with Buddhist techniques?

Buddhist cultivation differed greatly from other schools; it involved both spiritual and physical refinement. Different experts had different focuses.

Of course, their method of body refinement was unique and distinct from that of the monster cultivators. Therefore, in addition to treasures, there were many powerful attacks.

The most famous was naturally the Buddha's Palm.

In addition, Dragon Claws and Great Golden Fists were also formidable. In terms of power, they didn't fall short of treasures.

The Wise Master was one of the top experts in Hoshishi City. He had profound knowledge of both treasures and body refinement techniques. With this surprise attack, Abbot Tongyu found himself in a very dangerous situation. He could barely withstand the red-robed woman's assault, let alone deal with the threat behind him.

Sweat dripped from his forehead as he faced a dilemma: either retreat his Spirit Core or wait to be killed.

Retreating his Spirit Core seemed like the best choice, but giving up his body was far from easy. After all, soul possession was limited by cosmic laws and could only target weaker souls.

Moreover, recovering after soul possession required years of seclusion even with medicinal aid. With the current situation being a conspiracy against them, how could he afford to rest?

In reality, it was just two choices, but both seemed like dead ends.

Abbot Tongyu's mind raced as he still couldn't decide what to do. Just when things looked dire, a loud explosion echoed in his ears.

Dust and debris erupted from the ground below, flying towards Abbot Tongyu. A heavy stench of death spread everywhere. The Wise Master's pupils constricted; was this a spirit demon?

And an advanced one at that.

Could Lingyao Mountain have hidden allies?

Despite his shock, he couldn't hesitate as the situation demanded action. With a roar, he poured out immense Buddhist energy. His palm struck with even greater force, as if it could tear through mountains.

However, the spirit demon was not afraid. Its eyes turned blood-red, and a loud crack echoed in his ears. Its right arm suddenly grew larger, and it struck back.

"Devil's spawn, you're asking for death!"

The Wise Master was delighted despite the danger. He knew zombies were incredibly powerful but to dare confront his Great Golden Fists with their own strength... he wondered when Lingyao Mountain had allied with Liuhun Valley. After all, this was an advanced spirit demon.

Lin Xuan sighed. If it were Kala Ancient Demon, the monk would have been reduced to a shadow of his former self. The zombie could only hold its arm but couldn't use it effectively.

However, now wasn't the time for contemplation. Lin Xuan's divine sense urged the spirit demon forward.

The monk wouldn't dare confront again; he snorted and struck his head, revealing a staff a dozen feet long.

Lin Xuan noticed intricate patterns at the top of the staff, indicating that it was no ordinary Buddhist treasure but still incredibly powerful.

The monk raised his hands in front of him, changing hand seals. The staff shook, creating countless shadowy images that descended upon the spirit demon's head with great force.

The spirit demon paused as its writhing corpse released a white object, resembling an animal's leg bone. This was Kulu Master's life treasure, filled with intense rage, perfect for the spirit demon to use.

With a flash, it created countless staff shadows that responded to the monk's staff.

One was a Buddhist treasure, and the other a demonic weapon of great evil. They complemented each other well.

However, in terms of power and spiritual energy, the spirit demon clearly fell short compared to his opponent. The Power of Heavenly Corpse Incarnation could still be formidable, but as a demonic creature, it had thick skin and no fear. It was impossible for the Wise Master to defeat him quickly.

Suddenly, Abbot Tongyu was surprised by unexpected help. With both enemies distracted, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when he was contemplating his next move, an unfamiliar voice echoed in his ears: "Abbot Tongyu, you go first. I'll handle these two."

Despite his calm exterior, Abbot Tongyu was genuinely startled. The speaker wasn't the spirit demon; could there be other cultivators here? But why hadn't his divine sense detected them? This concealment technique of theirs was too mysterious.

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