Chapter 872
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“The situation is over at Dansha Valley is a bit bad.”
On a bronze carriage that was traveling at an extremely fast speed in the sky, the old Martial God Zhu Huai looked at the spirit mirror on the table and said with a very solemn expression.
Zhang Tianze, who had originally been closing his eyes and concentrating, opened his eyes.
He lowered his head and looked at the spirit mirror on the table, and then his brows furrowed slightly.
“This young mage is really in a difficult situation.”
Zhang Tianze said with a hint of apology in his eyes.
In the picture shown in the spiritual mirror, the Fierce Vajra Dharma Appearance controlled by Xuanzhi of Yunyin Temple had only half of its head left, one of its arms was broken, and there was a big hole in its chest.
And because the Fierce Vajra Dharma Appearance and the controller share the same fate, one prospers and the other suffers.
So at this moment, Monk Xuanzhi also had only half of his head left and one of his arms was broken…
His appearance was horrible.
“As far as I know, although the monks of Yunyin Temple can be resurrected from the dead with their painstakingly cultivated merit, the number of times they can die is also limited. An ordinary monk can be resurrected only once at most.”
“Although this young mage Xuanzhi is at the Vajra Realm, I’m afraid he can only be resurrected one more time than an ordinary monk.”
Zhu Huai, who had once fought against the enemy hand in hand with the ascetic monks on the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, Youdaoplaceholder0 at Xuanzhi’s body with eyes full of reluctance.
“On the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, they were always the ones who charged at the forefront and died the most.”
Zhu Huai sighed.
“Taiping is already on the way there. Old Zhu, you don’t have to worry too much.”
Zhang Tianze tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
“Boom！”
Just at this moment, in the spiritual mirror’s image, the Demon Monk Jing Kong’s seemingly light Yama Palm pressed on the chest of the Diamond Sutra Phase of the Immovable Ming King. As a result, the palm force first caused the illusory shadow of the Immovable Ming King Phase to disperse.
Below, Xuanzhi’s clothes were even torn apart, and his vajra-like body was filled with with cracks.
He, who was already scarred all over, this time directly turned into a bloody man.
The monks behind him, including his Qingjue Monk, were no better off than him. Their bodies were all cracked and their monk robes were dyed blood red.
And this was still because the Immovable Ming King Phase behind them helped to resist.
Like behind them and on their sides, the places not blocked by the Immovable Ming King Phase, whether it was the mountain forest or the earthen slope, had already been flattened because of the remaining force of that palm.
Literally pushing a piece of mountain land into a flat plain.
It was enough to show the great power of the Demon Monk Jing Kong’s this Yama Palm.
But whether it was that one Yunyin Temple monk or Xuanzhi, after receiving this palm, there was still no sign of retreating in the slightest.
Xuanzhi even endured the pain of the double tearing of his physique and soul, and loudly chanted the Buddha’s name and shouted：
“Immovable as a mountain！”
Then, the monks of Yunyin Temple behind him, also under the leadership of Master Qingjue, shouted in unison——
“Immovable as a mountain！”
As soon as the voice fell, a beam of Buddha’s light once again fell from the sky and hit Xuanzhi straight on.
In an instant, his body, which was on the verge of shattering, began to recover at a visible speed with the naked eye.
“Boom！”
The shadow of the Immovable Ming King, which had originally begun to disperse, also became solid again in the blink of an eye, and an extremely fierce and violent aura oscillated from the Dharma image.
“Hoo…”
Seeing this scene, the old martial god Zhu Huai let out a long sigh of relief.
“As expected of being known as the ascetic monk who is more trustworthy than your own brother on the Demon Battlefield.
Zhang Tianze, who has long been on the battlefield, also had a look of emotion on his face after seeing this scene.
Just as the two were talking, the voice of the Demon Monk Jingkong suddenly sounded in the spiritual mirror：
“Zhang Tianze, Zhu Huai, this I know what calculations you are making, but how long can you lock up this I?” A cup of tea? A stick of incense? Or an hour?
And at the same time as this voice sounded, the fluctuation of the Demon Monk Jingkong’s whole body’s aura suddenly increased.
I saw a surge of demonic energy rising from his body, like a blood-red sharp sword, stabbing straight at the huge golden swastika above the sky of Dansha Valley.
“Dong！ …”
The picture in the spiritual mirror trembled.
Immediately following, within the blood-colored demonic energy filling the sky, the body of the demonic monk Jing Kong suddenly turned pitch black, and arms continuously grew behind him, and within each arm, there was a demonic divine weapon that made people’s hearts palpitate.
“This is the Xi Shou Luo Hou Dharma Form of the demonic monk Jing Kong, the most powerful Dharma Form he has cultivated for thousands of years.”
After seeing this Dharma Form, Zhu Huai’s complexion suddenly became tense.
“Shua！”
As he spoke, one of the arms of the Xi Shou Luo Hou Dharma Form lifted a long sword and slashed towards the Acala.
Then, with a “boom” sound, a long sword mark was slashed on the chest of the Acala that had originally been restored.
“Brother Tianze, quickly urge Taiping and his senior. Xuanzhi and the others definitely won’t be able to hold on for a stick of incense under this Xi Shou Luo Hou Dharma Form！”
Zhu Huai’s complexion became extremely tense.
Zhang Tianze slightly nodded, and then picked up a jade disc to transmit the message and said：
“Taiping, where have you reached？”
“Xuanzhi is afraid that he won’t be able to hold on.”
……
“Bai Yu, where are we now？”
In the vast sea of clouds, Xu Taiping, who was standing on Bai Yu’s back, immediately asked Bai Yu after receiving Zhang Tianze’s message.
“If the estimate is correct, we just entered the territory of the Cloud-Exit State, and it’s at least half a stick of incense away from Cinnabar Valley.”
Bai Yu replied.
“Half a stick of incense.”
Xu Taiping furrowed his brows.
Normally speaking, Bai Yu’s current speed is faster than that of some sword cultivators when they control their swords, but unfortunately, the time is too tight. If they can only arrive at Cinnabar Valley after half a stick of incense, little monk Xuanzhi is afraid to be in danger of losing his life.
“Taiping, eat that spiritual peach now, and I’ll control the sword.”
The voice of Fairy Lingyue suddenly sounded in Xu Taiping’s mind.
