Daoism Revival System: Start with fighting against Debunker Streamer-Chapter 402 - 401: Battle of the Ancestral Immortals Erupts [Second Update]
A terrifying ripple erupted from the center of the collision.
It swept out tens of thousands of miles, where it passed, the sea of clouds dissipated, as if heaven and earth were exploding.
Immortals who rushed from all over to watch the battle were startled and retreated one after another.
The attack of the Golden Cudgel was blocked.
The dragon tail of the Celestial Dragon of Fortune also dissipated as a result.
Yet, Lin Heng did not panic, nor did the Celestial Dragon of Fortune.
Even in a single thought of Lin Heng, the Celestial Dragon directly disintegrated itself, transforming into a continuous stream of Power of Fortune, like rivers flowing into the sea, rushing into Lin Heng’s entire body.
Too much.
Too much fortune!
Not only did it fill his body, but it also overflowed.
Transforming into eight Protective Golden Dragons.
They surrounded Lin Heng, glaring angrily at the Victorious Fighting Buddha.
And Lin Heng’s aura, bolstered by the fortune of the Immortal Court, climbed wildly.
Finally reaching a point where just looking at him from afar would fill one with dread!
However, the Victorious Fighting Buddha’s eyes remained disdainful.
"Forcing your way into the Ancestral Immortal Realm only gives you the qualification to face me."
"But the outcome remains unchanged."
The Victorious Fighting Buddha erupted with a terrifying aura, and in an instant, its majesty filled the entire Eastern Desolate Continent.
At that moment.
The living beings of the Eastern Desolate Continent, whether observing or not, trembled in unison.
Many ordinary immortal spirits, even tens of thousands of miles apart, prostrated themselves in worship toward the unreachable north.
They did not know what was happening.
Only feeling as if a Celestial God was looking down from above, pressing them so they couldn’t breathe.
Meanwhile.
Several ancient Great Immortals arriving from the Overseas Immortal Island also narrowed their eyes.
"Such a fearsome aura! How far has he walked on the path of the Ancestral Immortal?"
"That Lord of the Immortal Court, relying on the Power of Fortune, also stepped into the Ancestral Immortal Realm, but far from having such terrifying majesty."
"Today, I’m afraid, is dangerous."
They whispered privately, the overwhelming aura of the Victorious Fighting Buddha pressed on them, leaving them somewhat breathless.
The other gods need not be mentioned.
Each with a pale face, not daring to approach, afraid of being swept by the aftermath of the battle.
Such a battle of Ancestral Immortal Level.
Is not something ordinary immortals can come to watch.
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"Come, let me see how many rounds you, with the Great Fortune of Daoism, can fight against me!"
On the Seventh Heaven, the Victorious Fighting Buddha stood alone above ten thousand, laughing arrogantly, looking down upon the world.
Lin Heng nodded calmly: "Just right, I also want to see how much skill you, the Victorious Fighting Buddha who has cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, have."
As the words fell.
He took the lead in striking, the Nine-toothed Nail Rake appearing in his hand.
This is a true treasure.
It was a weapon jointly forged by various great gods at the invitation of Tai Shang Laojun, with all sorts of rare materials!
In terms of grade.
Far above the Stabilizing Needle!
The rake swung out, nine surging waves directly swept away, leaving nine shadows in the sky, rushing toward the Victorious Fighting Buddha with a destructive momentum.
"Heh."
The Victorious Fighting Buddha sneered: "Tianpeng, just giving him a weapon is useless, aren’t you going to call out your Celestial River Weak Water?"
His tone was mocking, the Golden Cudgel radiated dazzling Buddha Light, sweeping away mountains and rivers, destroying those nine surging waves halfway.
"Since you want it, as you wish."
Tianpeng took action, a rolling Celestial River appeared behind him, directly rushing toward the Victorious Fighting Buddha.
The Victorious Fighting Buddha sneered: "You really call upon it when I ask for it?"
He spat out, and the Water-Stabilizing Pearl given to him by the Sandalwood Merit Buddha at the outset instantly flew out.
Releasing boundless eerie green light above the great river.
The surging Weak Water was immediately fixed in place.
Tianpeng seemed to have anticipated it, his eyes remained calm, showing no surprise.
Lin Heng took advantage of the moment, shooting forward with the speed of the Somersault Cloud, and in the blink of an eye, approached the Victorious Fighting Buddha.
The Nine-toothed Nail Rake swung down face-to-face.
The terrifying gale formed nine massive tornadoes, enveloping the Victorious Fighting Buddha, wanting to tear him apart alive.
The Victorious Fighting Buddha remained unperturbed, the Merit Golden Wheel behind him shone, Buddha Light imbued on the Golden Cudgel.
A sweep, scattering all the face-to-face tornadoes.
Yet, as the tornadoes retreated, Lin Heng had already used Heaven and Earth, towering over the skies, wielding the rake like a towering mountain, striking at the Victorious Fighting Buddha.
"Using this move before me?"
The Victorious Fighting Buddha sneered, raising his hands, the Golden Cudgel rapidly expanded first.
With a clanging sound.
The Nine-toothed Nail Rake was held aloft in midair.
Following closely, the Victorious Fighting Buddha’s figure also swiftly expanded, surpassing Lin Heng by tens of thousands of feet in an instant.
The Nine-toothed Nail Rake was knocked aside, it was now the Victorious Fighting Buddha’s turn to attack, striking down with earth-shattering force.
Forcing Lin Heng to use the rake as a shield to resist.
But closely following was the Victorious Fighting Buddha’s snapping finger.
Under the snap.
Countless monkey hairs flew from his body, growing in the wind, instantly transforming into countless Victorious Fighting Buddhas.
Each one wielding the Golden Cudgel, striking at Lin Heng.
"Transform into Thousands!"
Lin Heng’s eyes narrowed slightly, in a single thought, countless Purple Qi sprang from his body, transforming into countless Lin Hengs in midair, wielding the rake, confronting the densely packed army of monkey heads.
This transformation into thousands was originally a Dharma Gate contained within the Seventy-Two Transformations.
Both were not surprised by the other’s mastery of this technique.
"After using the Three Axes, do you still have a move?"
"Let me show you what he couldn’t teach you!"
The Victorious Fighting Buddha said with a sneer, abruptly raising his palm, and beyond the Ninth Layer of Heaven, the silhouette of a Great Buddha appeared.
That Great Buddha said nothing, directly raising its palm to suppress.
The Brahma Sound instantly echoed for ten thousand miles, within the entire Immortal Court, countless Swastika Seals descended.
These Great Seals contained a myriad of power, crashing onto the National Protection Array, shaking ripples all around.
And that one palm, even more terrifying, initially covering only ten thousand feet squared, instantly seemed to have no boundary.
The crimson lines in the Buddha’s Palm grew ever larger, appearing to Lin Heng as countless interconnected molten ground veins.
Under Heaven and Earth’s power, he couldn’t withstand such pressure, slightly bending.
But the next second, Lin Heng, relying on his terrifying physique, forcibly straightened up.
At the same time.
The world dimmed.
A single green leaf appeared in the Buddha’s Palm, its verdant light suddenly flourishing, transforming into a towering tree.
The branches of the great tree stretched out recklessly, perfectly fitting with every line of the Buddha’s Palm.
Then with a roar.
Both exploded.
The tree shattered into countless leaves, the Buddha’s Palm scattered into scriptures.
"Interesting."
The Victorious Fighting Buddha’s mouth still bore a mocking smile, his figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, a fist that covered the sky fell toward Lin Heng’s face.
Lin Heng dodged aside, the eight Protective Celestial Dragons opened their bloody mouths, directly biting toward the opponent.
...
Simultaneously.
Above the North Sea, an army had gathered.
The Long-armed Ape led the myriad demons, coming from the Northern Domain.
