Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World-Chapter 457 - 249 Blood Slaughter Formation, Overly Skilled_2

Chapter 457: Chapter 249 Blood Slaughter Formation, Overly Skilled_2

The representation of Divinity Transformation in Supreme Dao seems to favor the Yang God, leaning towards the primordial spirit.

The Great Freedom Demon Sect takes the form of a Dharma Body, which appears surprisingly like a body of flesh and blood.

The Dharma form of Leiyin Temple differs from both, seemingly inclined towards Yang God yet possessing an added sense of solidity.

As he pondered, Master Cheng Kong spoke up, his gaze upon Wuzhi uncertain if it was admiration or mockery.

"Why do you need to be so excessively modest?"

"Wuzhi of Leiyin Temple, a natural-born Buddha’s son. Three thousand years of Divinity Transformation, condensing the Dragon Elephant Arhat Dharma Form."

"In ten thousand years, condensing the Bodhisattva form."

"In thirty thousand years, achieving the first-ever Dragon Elephant Buddha in the eternal history of Leiyin Temple."

The more he spoke, the more modest Wuzhi’s expression became.

"Arhat or Buddha, they are but illusions and bubbles, what’s there to be proud of?" He shook his head and said, "The only truth in this world is..."

"Infinite strength!"

With that, the Buddha behind him glared furiously, the Vajra Pestle tripled in size and smashed towards Master Cheng Kong.

At this moment, wind ceased and clouds stilled, all was silent, and between heaven and earth stood only the towering Vajra Pestle!

Even Zheng Fa doubted whether Master Cheng Kong could stop it.

But Master Cheng Kong did stop it, and without expending the slightest effort — he wielded the Qingjing Bamboo and struck the Vajra Pestle, his face nonchalant as if unafraid of death.

But Wuzhi was afraid.

The Vajra Pestle stopped abruptly midair, a flush rising on Wuzhi’s fair and handsome face.

After all, this man had betrayed his own for the Qingjing Bamboo, and though Master Cheng Kong might disregard it now, he could not...

Master Cheng Kong, holding the Qingjing Bamboo, was like someone with a hostage, unscrupulously switching from defense to attack.

Wuzhi, however, felt more and more suffocated and bound as he fought.

Zheng Fa watched from the side, inwardly sighing at how well Master Cheng Kong knew the principle that shamelessness is invincibility — indeed, there was no reason why the Netherworld Immortal could exploit the Qingjing Bamboo and Master Cheng Kong could not.

You, Leiyin Temple, covet the Qingjing Bamboo?

Then take the beatings!

Master Cheng Kong knocked the Qingjing Bamboo repeatedly against the Buddha Dharma form, and Wuzhi didn’t even dare to fight back.

Suddenly, the situation in the field shifted.

It seemed as if Master Cheng Kong had gained the upper hand.

Yet, the Netherworld Immortal beside him appeared as calm as ever, not in the least bit anxious, even nodding approvingly towards Master Cheng Kong as if thinking this junior was smart.

But...

Crack!

A faint yet astonishing cracking sound erupted in the void, leaving everyone stunned.

Zheng Fa instinctively looked towards the source of the sound; the Qingjing Bamboo had exploded!

Dry leaves fluttered everywhere, and in Master Cheng Kong’s hands was left only a green bamboo knot, without even a root system.

The bamboo knot, not much longer than a finger, had only a meager Spiritual Energy left and could even be described as not long for this world.

"I... I didn’t dare to use my Spiritual Power."

Master Cheng Kong stared dully at the short bamboo knot in his hand and muttered.

Clearly, this scene dealt him a deep blow.

Yet even more stricken was Wuzhi — he hadn’t even retaliated, and the Qingjing Bamboo exploded!

Wasn’t this taking a beating for nothing?

Before, he had wanted to retrieve the Qingjing Bamboo, but now... it was meaningless.

Both were enemies at this moment, but their faces bore the same sorrowful expression.

Within the Jiushan Realm, Zheng Fa watched the withered leaves drifting and couldn’t help but ponder a question —

Before, he had wanted to borrow a few leaves of the Qingjing Bamboo for research, something Master Cheng Kong would probably have refused.

Didn’t Leiyin Temple also want to snatch this item?

But now, picking it up from the ground, that should be... alright, right?

Thinking about it, he felt somewhat pleased, but seeing Master Cheng Kong’s defeated expression, he still restrained the corners of his mouth from turning upward, not to be impolite.

"Ha!"

Ah?

I couldn’t help it?

"Netherworld Immortal!"

Suddenly, Blood River Ancestor called out, and Zheng Fa immediately looked towards the Netherworld Immortal.

He seemed to have been waiting for this moment, his light chuckle coming from him.

With a wave of his hand, five Blood Slaughter Flags were planted in the ground, and the sky darkened again.

"Five Directions Blood Killing Formation!" Blood River Ancestor exclaimed again, "Without the Qingjing Bamboo, this formation won’t be easy to break!"

So that’s how it is!

Only now did Zheng Fa fully understand the Netherworld Immortal’s scheme.

The Netherworld Immortal’s goal had always been to destroy the Qingjing Bamboo — if Master Cheng Kong had exhausted its vitality against the several Divinity Transformation cultivators from the Demon Sect earlier, that would have been preferable.

But Master Cheng Kong seemed a bit too frugal, or had always been wary of him, so the Qingjing Bamboo still had some life force.

Thus, he induced Wuzhi to take action.

Now, his goal had been achieved!

The Qingjing Bamboo, being the greatest bane to the Great Freedom Demon Sect, was now gone, and for a time, no one could contend with the Five Directions Blood Slaughter Formation.

Whether it was Zheng Fa who had understood this or Master Cheng Kong, the latter’s expression changed drastically, flailing the Qingjing Bamboo, already powerless against the formation.

The Five Directions Blood Slaughter Flags surrounded the Netherworld Immortal, forming a space filled with surging seas of blood and wailing souls.

A domineering aura slowly took shape within.

As this aura surfaced, the form of a Demon God began to emerge from the blood sea.

"Great Freedom Demon Ancestor!"

"Saint Ancestor!"

Beside them, the calls from Zhang and Blood River Ancestor rose in unison.

The Netherworld Immortal’s planning was profound, showing him to be a patient man.

But at this moment, he was decisive, not waiting for a second, and began to summon the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor right here!

And he chose the perfect time, with the Qingjing Bamboo shattered, the Xuanwei Five Sects with no reinforcements in sight, it seemed everyone was out of options.

"Qingxue!"

Master Cheng Kong called out.

Zheng Fa looked towards Xie Qingxue, wondering, at this point, was Master Cheng Kong truly placing all hopes on Xie Qingxue?

The Netherworld Immortal also turned to look at Xie Qingxue.

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