Immortality and cultivation begin with full comprehension.

Chapter 508 Ancient Secrets (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Demon! That is a treasure of our Buddhist sect. How dare you, a demon, covet it?"

Just as the Golden Roc Demon King was about to succeed, its claws were struck by the staff thrown by Master Huifang, causing it to miss its chance.

"Damn bald monk!"

The Demon King was enraged, his demonic aura surged, and he poured all his demonic power into his claws, healing the fractured bones.

It circled in the air once before swooping down again to compete for the "ancient bronze bell".

"Boom!"

Li Yunjing also reacted and immediately unleashed a "Five Elements Divine Thunder" towards the Golden Roc Demon King.

Meanwhile, the girl's Netherworld Blood Butterflies swarmed in, corroding large areas of her wings and leaving them charred black.

"Damn it! This 'Netherworld Blood Butterfly' has its eye on me. Isn't it satisfied with taking advantage of me?"

Li Yunjing felt disgusted when he saw the girl make a move.

Previously, he had injured three eminent monks of Mingxin Temple, but all of them benefited this demon. Now that he sees him fighting with the Golden Roc Demon King, is this demon trying to take advantage of him again?

This made Li Yunjing even angrier.

Unfortunately, he was too busy to deal with the girl.

After all, among these creatures that fought, almost everyone was after the "Bronze Bell," but the little girl never showed any interest in the "Bronze Bell," and was more interested in hunting down Golden Core cultivators.

"go with!"

Seizing the opportunity, Li Yunjing transformed the "Blood Demon Seal" into a stream of light and smashed it towards the deep pit.

Li Wushang roared and followed closely behind, his blood-red blade slicing through numerous obstacles.

Just as everyone was scrambling for it, the ground suddenly shook violently.

The bronze bell rang loudly, and the entire pit began to collapse.

The earth has cracked open!

Everyone's hearts stirred, and almost without hesitation, they flew downwards into the air.

As soon as everyone entered the deep pit, they felt a great tremor. With a loud "boom," the earth cracked open, revealing an underground world covered with glowing runes.

Once Li Yunjing regained his footing, he found himself in front of an ancient temple built underground, with the three gilded characters "Kasyapa Temple" on a vermilion plaque.

On the temple steps sat a skeleton of a monk.

The golden relic floating above the monk's head still radiates a faint glow.

On the temple steps, the bells on the eaves jingled and tinkled without any wind.

"Kasyapa Temple!"

Monk Huifang rushed towards the direction of "Kasyapa Temple" first, followed closely by eleven golden lights.

Clearly, Buddhists understand the significance of the Kasyapa Temple!

Just then, a monk wearing a golden robe and holding a withered bamboo appeared.

The monk's age was hard to discern; he had a refined appearance, kind eyes, and bare feet, yet not a speck of dust on them. He exuded a Zen-like aura.

He is clearly a high-ranking Buddhist monk!
"Amitabha!"

The monk appeared here, looked at the crowd, and said calmly, "This place is the 'Kasyapa Ancient Temple,' and there are no treasures left here. Fellow Daoists, I hope that when you fight, you will stay away from here and not damage a single blade of grass or tree in the temple."

Li Yunjing and the others were all taken aback, and even stopped fighting.

The crowd stared at the faintly visible golden runes beside the monk's bare feet, thinking to themselves, "If there really is no treasure here, why would this mysterious monk bother to show himself and offer advice?"

The crowd sized up the monk, unable to discern his true nature. For a moment, they fell silent, hesitant about whether to kill this annoying bald monk first.

"Enough with the nonsense! The 'ancient bronze bell' has fallen here, and it must be related to this ancient temple!"

Li Wushang's blood-stained blade had already torn through the air, pointing directly at the monk, exuding murderous intent.

"Ding dong ding dong..."

Where the blood was drawn, the bells and bagpipes on the temple eaves suddenly rang out, as if as a warning.

"I don't care about ancient temples! Anyone who stands in my way of seizing my treasure will be killed without mercy!"

The Golden Roc Demon King flapped its wings, creating a demonic wind that swirled the sand and stones on the ground into vortexes.

Before the words were even finished, its sharp claws flashed with a cold light, and it pounced towards the skeleton monk on the steps.

"Alas... the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore..."

The monk sighed softly, tapped the withered bamboo in his hand, and a golden light screen rose from the ground, completely neutralizing the demon king's attacks.

"presumptuous!"

Master Huifang glared angrily, his prayer beads emitting golden light. "'Kasyapa Temple' is a sacred Buddhist site. How dare you, a wicked monk, desecrate it here!"

Eleven monks from Mingxin Temple behind him simultaneously formed hand seals and charged forward.

"Forehead……"

The mysterious monk, who had been calm and collected, finally lost his composure and stared blankly at Master Huifang, seemingly unable to imagine how such a shameless person could exist.

He, the authentic successor of the "Kasyapa Ancient Temple", had the opportunity to find the destroyed site and admire the demeanor of his predecessors and the details of the temple.

Who would have thought that the people of Mingxin Temple would say such things to him, their "master"?
Do they have no sense of shame at all?
Are there any precepts for Buddhist disciples?
Is it now permissible to utter such reckless words?
Is Mingxin Temple still a branch of Buddhism?
"Hand over the treasure wherever it is, or else... hehe!"

Before the mysterious monk could say more, Daoist Mingde's sword case trembled slightly, seven flying swords hovering around him, and a murderous intent surged beneath his honest face.

The golden-eyed girl suddenly giggled, and a blood-red vortex spun rapidly beneath her feet: "Old monk, you say there are no treasures, then what about the relic on your head?"

With a wave of her jade hand, thousands of ghostly blood butterflies fluttered toward the golden relic atop the head of the skeletal monk in front of the steps.

"Our predecessor has already passed away, why do you have to desecrate his remains?"

The monk's expression finally changed slightly. As the withered bamboo swayed, chanting aloud filled the air, and the blood butterflies vanished one by one in the golden light.

At this moment, the roar of the "ancient bronze bell" grew more intense, and the underground world began to tremble.

From deep within the temple came the sound of chains snapping. Li Yunjing keenly sensed that a hidden door, covered in ancient Buddhist inscriptions, was slowly opening on the stone wall behind the temple…

The moment the hidden door opened, a blinding blue light shot into the sky, carrying with it an aura of decay and antiquity.

Everyone's pupils contracted sharply as countless white bones poured out from behind the door. Among the pile of bones, which resembled a small mountain, a broken sword was stuck at the very top, and the chains wrapped around the sword were trembling with the booming of the "ancient bronze bell".

“That is… the ‘Sword of Salvation’, the most treasured artifact of ‘Kasyapa Temple’!”

Master Huifang stared at the broken sword, his voice trembling.

The secrets of the destruction of Kassapa Temple hundreds of thousands of years ago surged in my mind.

Legend has it that this sword once vanquished all the demons in the world, but it shattered in an earth-shattering battle, sinking into the ground along with the entire temple.

With the broken sword now appearing in the world, could this really be the ruins of the "Kasyapa Temple"?

Is there really a secret behind the destruction of the "Kasyapa Temple" here?

Could the truth be hidden within?
But why did the "Kasyapa Temple" appear in the "Heavenly Ruins Secret Realm"?
What's the reason?
"So there really is treasure here! Old monk, do you still dare to say this place is empty?"

Li Wushang's blood-red blade had already struck first, like a streak of crimson lightning slashing towards the hidden door.

"Sir! Stop!"

The mysterious monk shouted urgently, and a withered bamboo blocked the way.

The two forces collided, unleashing a deafening roar that shook the entire underground world violently.

"Everyone, charge in!"

Taking advantage of the situation, the monks of Mingxin Temple formed an "Arhat Formation," enveloping everyone in golden Buddhist light as they attempted to force their way into the secret door.

"Break in! See what secrets this place holds!"

The Taoist priest Mingde pointed his sword at the sky, and seven flying swords formed the Heavenly Gang Sword Formation. Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, he shattered all the bells on the eaves of the temple.

"stop!"

The monk was surrounded by a great golden light, and ancient Buddhist symbols appeared beneath his feet.

His figure gradually became ethereal, as if he were about to merge with heaven and earth: "'The Sword of Salvation' suppresses misfortune; those who touch it will surely be punished by heaven!"

However, everyone was blinded by rage and no one paid any attention to the others.

"Come out!"

The Golden Roc Demon King let out a long roar, its wings tearing through the void, and its sharp claws aimed straight for the broken sword.

Just then, the "bronze bell" suddenly let out a mournful cry, and all the Buddhist characters on the bell lit up. An invisible force swept over and blasted everyone away.

Li Yunjing crashed into the stone wall, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He then saw that the skeletons around the "Sword of Salvation" had already been repositioned by the Golden Roc Demon King's attack.

These bones began to writhe, piecing themselves together into a gigantic skull, its empty eye sockets gleaming with an eerie green light… “Crack! Crack!”

The giant skeleton slowly rose up, each finger bone as thick as an adult's arm. It opened its blood-red maw and let out an inhuman roar that made everyone's eardrums ache.

Within the black mist swirling around the skull, distorted faces emerged, all belonging to cultivators who had once trespassed into this place.

“It’s indeed it!”

The mysterious monk's face was deathly pale, and the golden light around him dimmed like a candle flame. "Three hundred and thirty thousand years ago, the ancestor of 'Kasyapa Temple' suppressed the Netherworld Demon Lord with the 'Sword of Salvation'! The great battle back then caused the entire sect to perish, but I never expected that..."

Before he could finish speaking, the skeleton swung its bone claws at the group, shattering the space in its wake.

The golden-eyed girl's pupils contracted, and the crimson vortex spun wildly, attempting to devour the black mist. However, she was sent flying backward by a casual wave of the Netherworld Demon Lord's hand, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

"This is impossible! How could there be such a powerful being!"

She screamed in terror, and cracks began to appear in the "blood jade bottle" in her arms.

The sword formation formed by Mingde Daoist's seven flying swords collapsed instantly. He barely dodged the bone claw, but three deep, bone-revealing wounds were grazed on his back.

"Let's work together! Subdue this monster first!"

He roared and formed hand seals again, but before the flying sword could take shape, it was burned to ashes by the "dark flames" spat out by the Netherworld Demon Lord.

"Ouch...it hurts so much! My 'Frost Star Divine Sword'!"

Master Mingde looked pained, almost as if he were in unbearable agony.

He had many flying swords, but each one was a treasured possession, a first-class divine sword that he cherished.

Now that one of them has been destroyed, he feels like he's lost out big time.

Master Huifang led the monks of Mingxin Temple to fully activate the Arhat Formation, and the golden Buddhist light clashed fiercely with the black mist of the Netherworld Demon Lord.

But as the prayer beads at the center of the formation shattered one by one, the Buddha's light gradually dimmed.

"Quickly! Retrieve the 'Sword of Salvation'! Only it can suppress the Netherworld Demon Lord once again!"

Hui Fang suddenly turned to Li Yunjing, her eyes filled with madness, "You're closest to the broken sword, go now!"

"Holy crap! This monk's up to no good!"

However, Li Yunjing had no choice at this point. He had already realized that the Netherworld Demon Lord's cultivation was at least at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm!
This is because it has been sealed for many years and lost its demonic power.

Three hundred thousand years without dying!

This demon has definitely become both an immortal and a demon.

Li Yunjing could guarantee that if they couldn't subdue this demon, everyone present would probably die!
Realizing the terrible consequences, Li Yunjing gritted his teeth and rushed towards the "Sword of Salvation," only to see the Netherworld Demon Lord's eyes blaze with green light, and a black beam of light shot straight towards him.

At the critical moment, the mysterious monk transformed into a golden light and stood in front of him, the withered bamboo bursting forth with its last glimmer of light: "Young friend, step aside! This is a Buddhist treasure of 'Kasyapa Temple.' If you grasp it, you will surely be devoured by the backlash of Buddhist teachings and perish on the spot!"

Before he finished speaking, the mysterious monk's body disintegrated inch by inch within the black pillar of light, turning into specks of golden light that merged into the "Sword of Salvation".

"Clang!"

Suddenly, the "Sword of Salvation" burst forth with a dazzling blue light, broke free from the skeletal restraints on the ground, and hovered in mid-air, humming incessantly.

"Roar……"

Upon seeing this, the Netherworld Demon Lord let out a deafening roar, and the black mist around him condensed into countless demonic hands, reaching out to grab the "Sword of Salvation".

"You son of a bitch, Hui Fang the bald thief! You haven't told a single truth!"

Li Yunjing was thrown back by the shockwave, his back slamming heavily against the stone wall. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to get up, secretly regretting that he had believed the nonsense of the monk Huifang!

If it weren't for that mysterious monk, a highly virtuous monk, who shielded him from disaster at the crucial moment, he would have been finished.

But is that mysterious monk really that noble?

altruism?

Li Yunjing was somewhat skeptical!
As for the specific reasons, Li Yunjing no longer had time to consider them.

As for the mysterious monk's life?

In Li Yunjing's mind, this person would probably be hard to kill!
This person just now clearly gave up his physical body on his own initiative, allowing his primordial spirit to merge with the "Sword of Salvation". There must be a secret behind this that I don't know!

At this point, Li Yunjing had no time to think further.

At this moment, Master Huifang suddenly broke away from the "Arhat Formation," his eyes filled with greed: "'The Sword of Salvation' belongs to 'Mingxin Temple'! No one is allowed to take it!"

As he spoke, disregarding the imminent collapse of the formation, he transformed into a golden light and rushed towards the broken sword.

"You old bald monk! You're asking for death!"

Li Wushang's blood-red blade suddenly appeared from the side, its crimson light aimed straight for Hui Fang's throat.

"Are you insane? The Netherworld Demon Lord has been reborn, and you still want to stop me?"

Hui Fang hurriedly returned to defend, and the golden Buddha phantom collided with the blood blade, bursting out with dazzling sparks.

"Hehe! As you know, that's the Netherworld Demon Lord! As a demonic cultivator, it's natural for me to lend him a hand!"

Li Wushang smiled sinisterly.

Just then, one of the Netherworld Demon Lord's skeletal demonic hands grasped the "Sword of Salvation," and a ghostly green light spread along the sword's body, gradually devouring the blue light.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

The mysterious monk's voice emanated from the sword, and the "Sword of Salvation" shone brightly, its golden light transforming into an arrow of light that shot towards the Netherworld Demon Lord.

"Boom!"

The entire underground world began to shake violently, countless boulders fell from above, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the walls of the "Kasyapa Temple".

With a flap of its wings, the Golden Roc Demon King stirred up a sky-covering, demonic wind, attempting to escape from this place and find a way out.

However, the Netherworld Demon Lord still had some strength left. With a backhand punch, he directly smashed the Demon King into the ground. Amidst the flying debris, he destroyed this powerful Demon King in one blow.

"Oh no! This is a real problem!"

Daoist Mingde crushed a healing pill, and another flying sword flew out of the sword box, forming seven flying swords once again, creating a sword formation that slowly retreated.

Seeing the perilous situation, Li Yunjing mustered his inner energy and retreated as well.

At this moment, Li Yunjing even felt a pang of regret. If he had known that such a demon lord was being suppressed here, he would never have come in to fight for the "Bronze Ancient Bell" even if he were beaten to death.

His gaze swept over the ruins and he suddenly noticed that the "ancient bronze bell" was completely ignored.
Clearly, after the appearance of the Netherworld Demon Lord, everyone's lives were in danger, and their thoughts of fighting for the treasure were all interrupted.

"People die for wealth, birds die for food!"

Li Yunjing gritted his teeth, and with a "boom," he used the "Thunder Escape Technique" to fly towards the "Ancient Bronze Bell." In just an instant, the treasure that he had repeatedly fought over was firmly grasped in his hand!
"Oh shit!"

"Is this kid from the Divine Firmament Dao Sect more interested in money than his life?"

"I've never seen such a greedy person!"

"Damn it! He might be killed by the Netherworld Demon Lord at any moment. What's the point of capturing the 'Bronze Bell' now?"

……

This scene naturally caught the attention of others. Everyone present was an expert, and even if they focused 99% of their attention on the Netherworld Demon Lord, they could still sense Li Yunjing's subtle movements.

At this point, everyone could only curse inwardly; they had no other options.

Do you want to risk your life against Li Yunjing to seize the "Ancient Bronze Bell"?
That is impossible!

With the Demon Lord right in front of them, they couldn't withstand his every move. If they were to fight Li Yunjing and get hit by the Netherworld Demon Lord, wouldn't they be dead?

Li Yunjing's action was just a minor interlude; in almost two breaths, everyone was once again drawn to the "Sword of Salvation."

Then, the mysterious monk's primordial spirit entered the "Sword of Salvation," and the man and the sword became one. Immediately, it hummed incessantly and shone brightly. It clashed fiercely with the eerie green light on the sword, and the energy that burst forth shattered the surrounding bones into dust.

Finally, the golden light transformed from the remnant soul of the mysterious monk suddenly surged, merging with the azure light of the "Salvation Sword" to form a golden chain that bound the skeletal demonic hand of the Netherworld Demon Lord, which was gripping the "Salvation Sword."

"That despicable Kasyapa..."

The Netherworld Demon Lord roared in resentment, and black mist surged like a tide, attempting to break free of the chains.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Daoist Mingde manipulated seven flying swords to form the "Heavenly Gang Sword Formation," with sword shadows as fast as lightning, aiming directly at the vital points of the Netherworld Demon Lord's body.

The sounds of wind and thunder stirred up by the sword formation intertwined with the roar of the Netherworld Demon Lord, making everyone's eardrums ache.

Li Yunjing hugged the "Ancient Bronze Bell" tightly and quickly refined it. At the same time, he watched the stalemate between the broken sword and the Netherworld Demon Lord and secretly planned his escape route.

The golden chains formed by the remnant soul of the mysterious monk tightened more and more, and the "Sword of Salvation" blazed with a blue light, piercing deep into the heart of the Netherworld Demon Lord.

"I am immortal... but the 'Sword of Salvation' is broken. Within a thousand years, I will reappear in the world..."

The Netherworld Demon Lord crashed to the ground, the shockwave sending surrounding rocks flying into the air.

(End of this chapter)