Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 184 Prajna Dragon Elephant Kung Fu

The Saint was not at all surprised by Xuan Yue's appearance.

"It seems that you are well prepared." Xuan Yue frowned slightly and looked in another direction, only to see white fog rising there and a figure slowly walking out.

Every time he took a step, the ground shook, and gradually a young monk in a snow-white Buddhist robe appeared.

This young monk is elegant and refined, holding Buddhist beads in his hands, with a dignified appearance and a gentle face. He has an otherworldly temperament that makes people's eyes light up at first sight.

He looked like a high monk, but when Ye Xuan saw his face clearly, his heart skipped a beat again.

Monk Wujie!

Is it him?

This young monk with an unfathomable and powerful aura, whose very walk was intimidating, was actually the monk Wujie who had once met Ye Xuan by chance in the cave.

This was the first time Ye Xuan saw this monk and he knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person, but he did not expect that the aura he revealed was not at all weaker than that of 'Xuan Xing', the female leader of the Xuan Yue Sword Sect, Xuan Yue Sword Master.

Ye Xuan smiled bitterly in his heart. He already knew that Xuan Xing was using a fake name, but he did not associate it with the famous Xuan Yue Sect Master. And the other party had even invited him to the Xuan Yue Sword Sect. He was really stupid.

As for this sanctimonious and handsome monk Wujie, he is not only a drunkard, but also a terrifying Martial Emperor! ?
The female disciples of Xuan Yue Sword Sect, including Shangguan Feixue, couldn't help but shine with their beautiful eyes when they saw the elegant young monk, and some were amazed and some even blushed.

"Who are you?" Xuan Yue frowned even more tightly.

"All dharmas are kept in the heart, and the Buddhist precepts can be discarded. Without precepts, there is no monk."

Monk Wujie smiled slightly, stood still, clasped his hands together, and was as silent as a pine tree that was not shaken by wind and rain. Facing Xuan Yue's wave after wave of powerful Martial Emperor aura, he remained calm and composed.

"As a Buddhist monk, instead of alleviating the sufferings of the world, why are you helping this evil woman from a cult?" Xuan Yue snorted lightly. Although she was angry, her voice was still pleasant to hear, like the sound of nature.

As soon as she finished speaking, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she flew out and slapped down with one palm.

Wujie smiled slightly, "Well done!"

He stretched out his arm and also struck out with a palm.

"Bang!" The two palms collided, and the entire night sky seemed to resound with thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Where the two men faced each other with their palms, wave after wave of impact waves swept out in all directions. At this moment, large tracts of trees on the surroundings collapsed, and the city wall on one side was shattered. Under the palm power of the two Martial Emperors, the horrific aftermath attacked the city, and the screams of a large number of human warriors were heard.

Shangguan Feixue and other female disciples of Xuan Yue were like leaves in a strong wind, being blown hundreds of meters away before they finally stopped.

Ye Xuan only felt as if an 18-magnitude earthquake had occurred and the ground was shaking violently. In fear, he suppressed his breath and retreated.

At the scene, only the saint was still standing there. With a flash of white light on her body, she calmed down.

"Swish!" The next moment, Xuan Yue glided backwards, flew a hundred feet backwards, and crashed into the city wall before stopping. However, his face turned red and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

As for the monk Wujie, his legs were already inserted into the ground, and he also slid back, leaving two grooves on the ground. Then his body was thrown up again, and he also spurted out a mouthful of blood. He fell hundreds of feet away and fell to the ground.

"Master!"

"Master, are you okay?"

Shangguan Feixue and other female disciples hurried to Xuan Yue.

"I'm fine. He is only at the first level of the Martial Emperor Realm, and he has just broken through to the Martial Emperor Realm not long ago. He actually came to challenge me, who is at the third level of the Martial Emperor Realm. I have to say that he is very courageous."

Xuan Yue waved her hand and said, "Feixue, take them away quickly. Master, I have my own way to deal with them."

Shangguan Feixue hesitated slightly, with worry in her eyes, but still fled towards the forest on one side with a few female disciples who looked disgusted and unwilling.

“Hehe, although you are at the third level of the Martial Emperor Realm, you are seriously injured, so we are evenly matched!”

Monk Wujie stood up and smiled, but glanced slightly towards the dark woods on the side.

That was where Ye Xuan was hiding.

Ye Xuan was horrified. His blood flow to his heart stopped, his pulse stopped, his eyes closed, and he hid his vitality to the extreme. His body seemed as if he was dead.

With the strength of the Martial Emperor realm, Ye Xuan is definitely not able to match it now. Ye Xuan knows that the other party can crush him to death with just one finger. He dare not move at all, dare not sense, and is unsure in his heart. Until a moment later, when there is no movement at all, he slightly opened his eyes, only to see Monk Wujie already walking towards Xuan Yue.

“Hehe, but I won’t take advantage of someone’s misfortune. I’m afraid you can’t hold on for long. Next, you can mobilize your strongest attack and attack me.” Wujie said with a smile.

"Arrogant!" Xuan Yue took out his sword.

"This is not arrogance, this is arrogance, haha!"

Monk Wujie's laughter sounded quite evil to Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan thought that he should leave here as soon as possible. He could not intervene in the battle between Xuan Xing and his two Martial Emperors, and there was no point in staying here.

Ye Xuan concealed his breath and left quietly, disappearing into the dark forest.

"Then you can go die!"

Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Wow~~!

Shadows of flying swords, carrying tremendous sword intent, rushed out from Xuan Yue's body, densely packed and covering the sky, and then gathered towards the sword in her hand and merged into the sword in her hand.

The sword energy soared into the sky and the phoenix cried in the sky. At this moment, Xuan Yue really seemed like a sword fairy, flying straight towards Monk Wujie.

At this time, the smile on Monk Wujie's face faded, revealing a serious look, and he clasped his hands together.

His lips slightly opened: "Prajna Dragon Elephant Kung Fu!"

hum!
Wujie's body suddenly shone with golden light, and his skin turned golden all over. Scales appeared on his body and even on his face.

Behind Wujie, at this moment, the shadow of a huge and extremely powerful beast appeared.

The shadow of this beast is as big as a mountain. It looks like an elephant but not an elephant, and like a dragon but not a dragon.

And then, facing Wujie whose sword tip had already stabbed in front of him, he had no intention of attacking at all. He still clasped his hands together and slightly closed his eyes.

Ding!
Sparks flew everywhere. Xuan Yue's sword, which was extremely powerful and could almost cut a mountain in half, was blocked by a golden scale between Monk Wujie's eyebrows. It was unable to pierce the scale at all and penetrate into Monk Wujie's brain.

Xuan Yue was slightly startled, and then her graceful and calm appearance, which had always remained calm and composed, now showed a look of disbelief.

What kind of heaven-defying physical training technique is this monk practicing?

Xuan Yue immediately turned around and soared into the sky, transforming into a sword-like rainbow of light and escaping into the sky.

"Haha, I have already taken your sword, I can't let you go easily!"

(Second update, don’t get the wrong idea, this is definitely not a bloody hero-killing-all-the-people-saving-the-beauty routine.)
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