The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 129 With a single-minded focus on breaking the law, the drought demon appears in the world.
Ao Xuantao's golden vertical pupils locked onto what was ahead, his dragon roar low and chilling, yet a human voice resounded in Zhou Yan's heart, saying:
"My lord, I'm late..."

"Too late? Not too late, not too late!"

Zhou Yan's eyes brightened, and he said, "Elder Ao, you've come at just the right time."

"But what happened? How did you transform into a dragon?"

He remembered that Ao Xuantao was originally just a dragon-python, and after leaving the Jing River, his strength was limited. But now, with his posture and the momentum of riding the water and climbing the clouds, he was clearly no longer just a simple dragon-python.

This is already a dragon.

Ao Xuantao's voice rose in Zhou Yan's heart, saying, "This is a long story, and now is probably not the right time to talk about it." This dragon could only float in the air by riding on clouds, and its pupils locked onto the enormous creature opposite it.

The thirty-foot-tall, eight-armed Arhat also watched the Jinghe Dragon Lord with vigilance.

Shen Cangming recognized Ao Xuantao and withdrew his sword.

Then, he decisively led his troops to withdraw from the crumbling Reclining Buddha Temple and go to a more stable land. Almost all the key points of the Reclining Buddha Temple's conspiracy and rituals were destroyed. The blood egg that should have given birth to a Buddha became an Arhat.

Seeing that everyone had evacuated to a safe place.

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand, and the Earth Spirit Sky Collapsed with a roar, flying out on its own, circling and flying towards him, carrying the earth's veins and fierce baleful energy, before landing in Zhou Yan's hand. The young Taoist's hair flew wildly, riding a dragon and controlling the wind and clouds.

However, the connection of the earth's veins, represented by the Earth's Spirit and Heaven's Inclination, has been lost.

The area where the original Reclining Buddha Temple was located began to collapse and crack, crashing down with a thunderous roar. Rocks broke, temples collapsed, and the reclining Buddha fell, all crashing into the hollow space where the original Reclining Buddha Temple had been carved out.

It's like a Buddha's heart falling into demonic possession!
The scale and momentum were extremely vast and magnificent.

The dust it stirred up was like a wave of air, magnificent and imposing, with a strong wind rising everywhere. It was raining here, and the rain curtain mixed with the dust and air waves, like black earthen pythons writhing in all directions between heaven and earth. The blood-red Arhat was both sacred and eerie.

Zhou Yan felt that his incense power was increasing rapidly.

Now that things have come to this, there is no other choice but to take action.

Zhou Yan spoke, his breath like thunder: "Let's go!"

"Yes!"

Beneath his feet, Ao Xuantao responded with a long roar, his dragon body stirring up the water and clouds in the sky, transforming into a green shadow carrying wind and thunder, tearing through the heavy rain and churning gray-black tornado, rushing straight towards the blood-red eight-armed Arhat.

The eight-armed Arhat sensed danger.

There's a feeling that I might be completely doomed today.

The Arhat's eight arms rotate, forming hand seals like blooming lotus flowers, yet tinged with blood.

The Buddha light emanating from this Arhat was no longer a purely solemn posture, but rather wriggled like a living creature, condensing into countless twisted and wailing Sanskrit phantoms around him. The chanting of monks and the tiny sounds of countless insects mingled together, making the air buzz.

The torrential raindrops shattered and evaporated amidst the sound.

"Om! Mani! Padme! Hum!"

The Six-Syllable Mantra of Buddhism!

Ao Xuantao roared, his speed suddenly increased, and the wind and clouds gathered, colliding with the Buddhist characters and making a series of explosions. Everyone saw the dragon soar into the sky and quickly approach the eight-armed Arhat. Zhou Yan's Earth Soul Heaven-Piercing Sword was raised, and three layers of flames burned.

The Buddhist mantra of the Eight-Armed Arhat is approaching.

Then, it simply disappeared.

Zhou Yan possessed the power of a relic of Xuanzang and three hundred years of cultivation. When the Buddhist seals of the eight-armed Arhats approached Zhou Yan, they were covered and dissipated. Not only that, but the power of Xuanzang's relic was also transformed into an aid to Zhou Yan.

The forces of Buddhism clashed, leading to debates and discussions on scriptures and doctrines.

Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty was never afraid of anyone.

Ao Xuantao opened his mouth and, with a dragon's roar, the power of the Jinghe River system transformed into a surging river.

boom! ! !
The Jing River hangs precariously in the sky!

The waves almost crashed onto the eight-armed Arhat.

The force of the impact caused the evil Buddha Arhat, whose arms were bent like lotus flowers, to lower his body, dimming his Buddha light, and slowly fall from the sky, attempting to land back on the earth.

The hooded man roared, "Jinghe Dragon Lord?! How dare you be so presumptuous!"

The eight-armed Arhat was forced to approach.

Each of the eight arms is coiled like a lotus flower.

With his hands forming the Abhaya Mudra, Buddha's light shone everywhere, attempting to stabilize Zhou Yan's soul.

With both hands forming the Vajra Mudra, crimson light condensed into a giant Vajra, which smashed horizontally towards Ao Xuantao; with both hands forming the Lotus Mudra, crimson Buddhist lotuses bloomed, their petals sharp as blades, spinning and slicing towards Zhou Yan.

Finally, the two arms formed the vase mudra, and the vase tilted over.

It flows out a thick, foul-smelling, blood-red river that seems capable of defiling everything.

They intended to pollute Ao Xuantao's water power.

Zhou Yan realized that in this world, the battles were not about realms, but about talent, foundation, and background. The so-called realms were simply a classification unique to the human race.

It is the standard set by beings who created something from nothing and later walked the path of Dharma to judge all things in heaven and earth. Only humans have such a habit of setting a benchmark for all things in the world.

All living things are merely gods and immortals, and those below them.

These eight-armed Arhats are meant to ascend to the realm of immortals and gods through their strength.

With eight arms forming four mudras, its crimson light stirred the surroundings. Its thirty-foot-tall body hovered in the air, causing gales, rain, and landslides, as if a calamity had struck. Not to mention the common people, even ordinary Xuan officials felt their hearts tremble with fear.

If Zhou Yan hadn't possessed the power of one of Xuanzang's relics, he wouldn't have been able to get close.

But things are different now.

He swung his Earth Soul Heaven-Shattering Sword, creating afterimages. His elite-level swordsmanship shattered one Dharma Lotus after another. Eight Dharma Lotuses that had been condensed swirled back and slashed, but Zhou Yan blocked them with his Earth Soul Heaven-Shattering Sword. The hem of the young Taoist's robe fluttered up.

"With your heretical Buddhist teachings, how can you compare to the power of the Tripitaka Master?"

"evil creature!"

Above the Earthly Soul and Heavenly Inclined Blade, wisps of pale golden flames rose, enveloping the entire blade. This was the Buddhist Demon-Subduing Flame, which naturally restrained the blood-red lotus, causing it to slowly burn away. Zhou Yan then countered with a slash.

The incense smoke gathered and surged into the blade.

The fire of Buddhism, the power to quell rebellion.

It is an advanced move of the Beacon Slash, the only ranged attack mastered by an eighth-rank Xuan official.

The blade shone brightly, transforming into a golden-red arc of light.

It flew out from the blade and slashed hard at the arm of the Eight-Armed Arhat. However, Zhou Yan noticed that even such an attack only cut a crack in the joint of the Eight-Armed Arhat's arm.

Zhou Yan's breathing became slightly heavier.

This is his most powerful offensive technique at this moment.

All the opponents he had encountered before would have been unable to withstand a strike under these circumstances, and would have been instantly killed. But now, Zhou Yan's strike, imbued with Buddhist power through burning incense, only damaged one arm. Zhou Yan realized that he could not kill this eight-armed Arhat with his own methods.

His eyes instinctively looked towards his left hand.

There is a character "心" (heart) that Xuanzang himself wrote, a complete expression of his state of mind.

"This humble monk has just placed the malevolent energy from the drought demon—the arid earth, the scorched landscape—into your hands."

'...This is the ultimate form of subterranean fire...it can be used approximately three times.'

These three moves are like the three strikes of a drought demon.

A hint of determination flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes.

At this point in the battle, what other choice do we have but to be hesitant and indecisive?

boom! ! !
The enormous sound and the dragon's painful roar made Zhou Yan make up his mind.

The crimson light emanating from the eight-armed Arhat disappeared.

With a physique strong enough to contend with dragons and a body as large as a mountain, the eight-armed Arhat seemed to realize that his evil Buddhist teachings could not have the slightest effect on Zhou Yan, as if he had seen a ghost.

His skills were originally boundless and profound, as boundless as Buddhist teachings!
But then they encountered a Taoist priest who possessed the relics of the Great Vehicle Buddha.
Is it truly a case of one cause and one effect?!

Therefore, he abandoned the Buddhist Dharma Seal teachings.

The eight arms transformed directly into sharp claws, bone whips, and fleshy hammers.

With the most primal, demonic, and brute force, it tore through the wind and rain, striking relentlessly.

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth: "Elder Ao, send me to the top of the Arhat's head!"

I'll blow you up!
"it is good!"

Ao Xuantao roared like a dragon, riding the wind and clouds, and passed through the arms of this eight-armed Arhat.

Buddha's light, water vapor, and evil blood light converged and collided, causing the earth to shake. Pei Xuan Niao stood in a safe place, raised his head and looked at that scene, at that battlefield that was no longer something that ordinary Xuan Officials could participate in.

A hundred-zhang-long dragon, a thirty-zhang-long eight-armed Arhat.

The clash between the two behemoths was so intense that even a mere collision could unleash a fierce wind.

It is a sea of ​​blood of Asuras, where Buddha's light and water vapor intertwine.

Buddhist chants, demonic roars, and the thunderous cries of the Water God echoed in the air. The solemn Buddhist seal, tinged with a blood-red malevolence, collided, annihilated, and regenerated amidst the swirling sea of ​​clouds. Golden Buddhist light clashed and exploded with blood-red black energy, only to be suppressed and swallowed up by the clouds and water.

Amidst the clouds and water, dragon scales appear and disappear in succession.

The young Taoist priest gripped the dragon's horn with one hand, staring intently ahead.

Against the backdrop of black rain and ashes filling the sky, Pei Xuan Niao's heart pounded and his scalp tingled. He felt dazed and confused, unsure of where he was. The people around him, and the common folk in the distance, had already unconsciously bowed and knelt in worship before such a massive spectacle.

Pei Xuan Niao gritted his teeth, gripped his knife, and refused to kneel.

Just looking at that scene.

Amidst the dragon's roar, Ao Xuantao and Zhou Yan approached the head of the eight-armed Arhat. The Arhat seemed to sense something was wrong and suddenly swung his hand, each of his six arms glowing with blood, striking Ao Xuantao's dragon body heavily!
The dragon's scales burst open, and blood splattered like rain. Ao Xuantao's body was too large to dodge, but he withstood the heavy blow. He suddenly raised his head and pushed forward, the force propelling Zhou Yan out of the six arms that were blocking him.

"Wind Control!"

A fierce storm arose, and Zhou Yan leaped into the air, heading towards the brow of the eight-armed Arhat.

The hooded man on the Arhat's shoulder roared, "Insolence!"

Amidst a thunderous roar, two enormous Arhat arms, stirring up wind and thunder, fiercely converged on Zhou Yan. These two arms were over twenty zhang long, and when they moved violently, the storms they stirred up made it difficult for Zhou Yan's magic power to control the wind, almost tearing him apart.

The sound of weapons cutting through the air rang out.

Huge weapons fell from both sides of Zhou Yan.

In the void, two streams of military aura converged, along with wisps of gentle breeze and blazing flames, transforming into two short, towering battle spirits, each wielding a weapon, which slammed down fiercely.

boom! ! !
Mo Dao (陌刀), Ma Shuo (马槊).

Shen Cangming, Gao Shi.

Fengxiang cavalry, Gao Shi's cavalry.

The attack, imbued with the power of the Dharma lineage and the aura of the warrior, struck the connection between the eight-armed Arhat's two arms and his body. With a shattering sound, cracks appeared at the junction of the arms and body.

Time seemed to slow down.

The battle spirit unleashed a powerful attack, transforming into flowing winds and flames that slowly dissipated.

The eight-armed Arhat fell backward, but then crimson Buddhist light gathered, forming a protective barrier around his head and skull. The hooded man, pale-faced, gasped for breath: "Ha, ha, it's no use, it's no..."

The dragon was blocked by six arms. The combined attack of the two renowned generals, imbued with military might, was powerful, but they managed to block it by sacrificing two of their arms. Safe, safe...

A faint, ethereal light appeared.

Calm and composed.

It looked as if it were lit by truly ascetic monks.

A solitary lamp and an ancient Buddha.

Purity and freedom dispel the evil spirits of bloodshed with the power of Buddha.

The man was stunned. He and the eight-armed Arhat both saw the source of that Buddha light. An ancient bronze Buddha lamp had been thrown in just as the Buddha light transformed into a defensive divine power, and it was slowly rotating.

The Buddha's light shone softly, illuminating the eight-armed Arhat and casting shadows on his face.

The sound of the boy's breathing and the rustling of his sleeves could be heard.

The shadows of the lights are heavy!

Under the shadow of the Buddha's light, Zhou Yan appeared. At this moment, he was already in front of the Eight-Armed Arhat's brow. Ao Xuantao roared and sang, while Shen Cangming and Gao Shi roared. The two battle spirits once again unleashed their power, forcefully pushing the Eight-Armed Arhat to the ground.

Zhou Yan extended his left hand, his five fingers together.

His expression calmed down, revealing a hint of serenity and composure.

A ray of light flashed across the character "heart" in the palm of the young man's hand. Behind him, amidst the wisps of light, there seemed to be a monk with a serene face, also extending his palm. Reality and illusion complemented the profound atmosphere of the moment.

This enormous phantom, resembling the true form of Buddha, vanished and transformed into a drought demon.

Zhou Yan placed his hand on the forehead of the eight-armed Arhat.

The eight-armed Arhat's body froze, ceasing all movement.

An immortal stroked my head.

next moment--

The calamity of the ancient drought that represented this land erupted instantly, transforming into boundless flames that suddenly spread and devoured everything!
(End of this chapter)