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Chapter 300 Dragon-Serpent Demon Armor! A High-Level Cultivation Technique!
That aura was scorching and domineering, carrying a world-destroying pressure.

It was as if an ancient demon god was slowly awakening inside the hall, making the surrounding air stagnant and heavy.

Han Tiange's face turned pale, and he subconsciously gripped the short blade at his waist. He hadn't expected that the power of the relic could be so terrifying.

Although they knew how to use the relics, it was all recorded in the classics, and no one had ever witnessed it firsthand, since the last time was during the siege of Blackwood Cliff a hundred years ago.

Wearing the mask of the Impermanent Ghost, Chen Zhan's sharp gaze pierced through the red and black energy waves, looking towards the core of the hall, and he spoke calmly:
“Hundreds of people have tried to input internal energy before, and the relic accepts all comers. This is probably not the limit yet.”

The area outside the hall was spacious. Guangyuan Temple lived up to its reputation as a centuries-old temple. The square directly opposite the Mahavira Hall was so wide that it seemed to stretch endlessly. The ground was paved with blue and white bricks. With such a commotion, all the monks from the three sects who had been hiding in the shadows rushed over.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards and agents of the Eastern Depot also arrived at the scene.

These people were originally lying in ambush all around, waiting for outside support, but after directly destroying a large hall, they couldn't hold back any longer.

The commotion inside the hall hadn't died down yet, "Boom boom boom!!"

With an explosive commotion, the already crumbling Mahavira Hall began to collapse, starting from the left side, with a massive wall crashing down.

The eighteen martial monks at the Innate Realm outside the hall were also surprised by the sudden outbreak inside, and were just about to rush in.

Just as the eighteen warrior monks were about to rush into the hall, three figures suddenly flew out of the ruins of the hall like cannonballs!

With astonishing speed, it swept across the plaza outside the palace, accompanied by howling winds and dust from the ruins.

Caught off guard, everyone scrambled to dodge.

A master of innate cultivation who was unable to dodge in time was violently shoved into the arms of one of the figures!
There was a muffled sound of "bang".

He was struck as if by a heavy hammer, flying backwards for over a hundred meters before crashing heavily into an ancient cypress tree at the edge of the square. The tree trunk broke, and he coughed up blood, his life instantly fading away.

Still in shock, everyone looked down and found that the person in their arms was none other than Abbot Xuankong, who had just displayed his divine power.

The abbot in her arms, Xuan Kong, had his monk's robes soaked in blood, and his left arm was severed at the shoulder and nowhere to be found.

Blood gushed from his wounds, his face was ashen, and his breathing was extremely disordered, yet he still managed to stay upright, his eyes fixed on the crumbling hall, filled with disbelief, horror, and rage.

Following closely behind, Xuanhe and Fayuan also landed on the ground, looking even more miserable.

Xuanhe had lost both arms, the cuts were bloody and mangled, and his black monk's robe was stained dark red. He fell to the ground, struggling to get up, but could only groan in pain.

Fayuan's chest was caved in, and his internal organs were faintly visible beneath his tattered monk's robe. He was in a state of near death, his breath so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

The three abbots, all at the Innate Realm and pillars of the three major Buddhist sects, were beaten into such a state in a short period of time.
Everyone in the square was stunned into silence by this scene.

The disciples of the three Buddhist sects, who had originally wanted to step forward to help, were now frozen in place, their faces filled with fear.

I have absolutely no idea what happened inside the hall.

Among those present, many knew the situation inside the hall, but few were still unharmed.

Those who came out early didn't see anything, including the group of Imperial Guards. The air inside the hall was turbulent, something big had happened. The remaining people did see it, but most of them had already died or were unable to move.

Only a few sect leaders and Chen Zhan knew the specific details inside.

Master Taixu, the leader of the Wudang Sect, and Chu Canglan, the leader of the Hengshan Sect, exchanged a glance and understood each other's thoughts. They picked up the closed-door disciple they had brought to broaden their horizons, flew away, and headed straight down the mountain.

The Imperial Guards and Eastern Depot agents present were all taken aback.

However, there was no reason to stop the sect leader from leaving, and the two of them didn't intend to greet their fellow practitioners present either; this was a serious matter.

The feud between the demonic sect and Buddhism began hundreds of years ago.

They're too lazy to get involved.

A hundred years ago, if the Sun Moon Demonic Sect hadn't gone too far and killed many of its disciples, and if the Ming Dynasty hadn't issued the Golden Decree for the Martial World, no one would have been willing to risk their lives to besiege Blackwood Cliff.

This is especially true now.

The Buddhist sect, coveting the secrets of the Buddha's relics, set a trap to lure in remnants of the demonic cult, but their attempt backfired, as they never expected the relics to possess such terrifying power.

This is beyond the realm of the innate.

Even someone at the peak of the Innate Realm couldn't withstand a few punches from that monstrous thing.
The two largest sects in the martial arts world left, and the remaining survivors, though unaware of the specifics of what had happened, knew from the tragic state of Xuan Kong and the other two that they were not people they could afford to offend. Some hesitated, while others quickly left.

Shen Tong completely ignored them. Wei Chao, the chief of the Eastern Depot, who was originally blocking the mountain gate, turned his eyes and made way for these martial arts figures to leave.

at this time.

A figure suddenly shot out from the ruins of the hall, like a black lightning bolt, and instantly landed in front of the eighteen innate martial monks.

"Kakaka-"

The moment his feet touched the ground, the blue-white bricks beneath his feet shattered with a deafening roar, turning into dust in large swaths, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards.

"Just now, was that the Demon-Subduing True Technique performed by the eighteen of you?"

"Try again!" A sinister laugh rang out, hoarse and filled with boundless arrogance.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the short-statured Soul-Slaying Dharma King.

But he was no longer the short, stout monk he once was; his body had swelled to two meters tall, as imposing as a mountain.
The black and red internal energy surrounding him transformed into a strange flow of water, as if it had solidified around him.

The strange black and red internal energy was described as flowing like water because it was not static, but rather flowed around his body, winding from his neck to his chest, then passing under his armpits, down his waist, and down to his legs.

The changing water flow resembles a certain animal, but it hasn't fully formed yet.

It's like a divine serpent coiling around your body!

As the Soul-Slaying Dharma King raises his hand, the water flowing over his body changes accordingly, always remaining half an inch above his skin.

As soon as the Soul-Slaying Dharma King finished speaking, the black and red color around his body intensified, almost forming a thick layer of armor that enveloped his entire body.

Its exact appearance was unclear, but one could vaguely see the scarlet eyes peeking through the gaps in the armor, revealing a ferocious and man-eating gaze.

Han Tiange's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes filled with horror, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Seeing this, Chen Zhan subtly touched her arm with his fingertips, signaling her to be quiet.

He knew Han Tiange would definitely recognize something, but he was afraid that Han Tiange would blurt it out involuntarily.

Everyone was stunned by the Soul-Slaying Dharma King's bizarre state, except for Han Tiange, who recognized it. What did that mean?
Han Tiange's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized what was happening. He forcibly suppressed his shock, lowered his eyes, and concealed the strange look in them.

He transmitted his voice, "Dragon-Serpent Demon Armor! This is the Dragon-Serpent Demon Armor! This is unacceptable, unacceptable! We must reconsider."

Han Tiange's tone was filled with fear, and he was already considering retreating.

Chen Zhan reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, saying, "Don't panic, it's not our turn to do it, let's talk first."

Han Tiange calmed down and whispered, "The Hunyuan Demon Scripture and the Huangting Scripture are the two great secret scriptures of the Holy Sect. There are countless martial arts techniques in them. The Heart-Crushing Palm and the Nine Shadows of Spiral that I am using now are both lower-level techniques in the Huangting Scripture."

Chen Zhan asked in confusion, "Lower-level cultivation technique?"

"That's right. The two secret manuals contain a great many martial arts techniques, which are generally divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower. Among them, the upper level techniques are the most powerful, almost invincible in the world, but they are also extremely demanding, with extremely difficult cultivation conditions and progress."

"In contrast, the intermediate and lower-level techniques are much simpler, so most of the disciples in the sect practice the intermediate and lower-level techniques."

"Yan Tieshi's 'Xuanyang Forging Blood Technique' is a mid-level technique of the incomplete Huangting Scripture, so even though his progress is slow, he thinks it is reasonable and has been practicing for more than ten years without giving up."

Chen Zhan roughly understood why Han Tiange was so flustered, and laughed, "So, the 'Dragon and Serpent Demon Armor' is?"

"That's right, it's a superior cultivation technique from the Hunyuan Scripture!"

"Even if he didn't cultivate it himself, but instead activated the demonic armor with the help of the relic's power, it doesn't matter anymore."

"Once the Demon Armor is completed, even those at the Innate Realm are nothing but ants. The sect's scriptures record that two hundred years ago, a Dharma King in the sect mastered the Demon Armor. The Demon Armor can replenish itself with the blood of the dead, and its power is almost inexhaustible."

"He single-handedly fought three Transcendent Realm experts; one died and two fled, while the Innate Realm experts shattered upon contact."

"And that Dharma King is only at the peak of the Innate Realm!"

Han Tiange stopped there, took two steps back, and gave Chen Zhan a hand gesture, the meaning of which was clear.

Let's retreat!

But Chen Zhan shook his head and said calmly, "I think his Dragon-Snake Demon Armor is incomplete. It only has a snake shape, not a dragon shape."

Meanwhile, the Soul-Slaying Dharma King had already begun his slaughter!

He waited for the eighteen innate martial monks to form an array, and the "Vajra Subduing Demon True Technique" was activated again, with golden internal energy intertwining and converging into a Buddha's hand.

He slammed his palm down towards the Soul-Slaying Dharma King!

The Soul-Slaying Dharma King stood quietly in place, waiting for the Buddha's hand to fall. Suddenly, a patch of blue and white floor tiles exploded, and a large palm print appeared in the wide field.

Amidst the blasted ruins and dust, a voice rang out: "True demon-subduing arts cannot subdue demonic flames!"

"boom!"

A red figure suddenly flashed out from the ruins, instantly traversing dozens of meters and rushing into the midst of the eighteen warrior monks.

massacre!

Despite being a master of the Innate Realm, he was completely unable to fight back against the speed of the Soul Slaughtering Dharma King. With a flash of his figure, he took a life.

As the killing went on, the black and red water flowing around the Soul Slaughtering King became even more excited, as if it were absorbing the blood of those it passed through to strengthen itself.

Everyone present was shocked, and in the ensuing commotion, more people began to leave.

Everyone's attention was focused on the Soul-Slaying Dharma King, but Chen Zhan noticed that the monk Xuan Kong, dragging his injured body, was heading towards the half-collapsed Mahavira Hall.

(End of this chapter)