The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 121 A multitude of powerful forms emerge, the eye of annihilation.

"Where did this wretched creature come from, daring to trespass on the pure land of my Buddhist temple!"

A roar like thunder shattered the silence above the temple, and a burly, furious monk came rushing in with a whirlwind.

The Pure Dharma King's eyebrows twitched wildly, his hair stood on end, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a palm print crash down, heavy as a mountain, compressing the air and causing it to explode.

"Die!"

The senior monk let out a fierce roar, his face revealing a murderous intent.

"What a vicious, bald monk!"

The Pure Dharma King let out a long roar, neither dodging nor avoiding, his palms forming claws, and arcs of light and electricity bursting from his fingertips, like twinkling stars.

In the blink of an eye, their palms and claws collided in mid-air, producing a resounding clang like metal striking metal. The air exploded, and the bluestone beneath the feet of the Pure Dharma King shattered inch by inch, sending fragments flying everywhere.

The great monk was also surrounded by howling winds, and a circle of visible ripples spread around him. Before the outcome could be determined, Dharma King Baosheng chuckled: "So it is the old bald monk Huitong. Your Mount Sumeru Palm is indeed powerful and impressive. Take my strike as well."

Although he was large, the ground within a radius of ten feet trembled when he stomped his foot. He then rushed over and kicked Huitong's head with a horizontal kick.

Bang!
Another monk suddenly appeared from the side, shouting as he unleashed a powerful palm strike that blocked the kick from Dharma King Baosheng.

The four of them jolted simultaneously, each retreating several feet with incredible speed before coming to a stop.

"【Shattering Star Finger Claw Qi】, 【Mountain Suppressing Iron Foot Qi】..."

Huitong looked at the two Dharma Kings, Qingjing and Baosheng, with solemn expressions. Then he looked at the burning Secret Treasure Tower, his face extremely grim.

"The demons of the Red Lotus Sect!" Another monk, Huizhi, the head of the Benevolent Court, was also filled with barely suppressed rage, his face hidden in his sleeves.

Pain was evident on Ratnasambhava's face. He moved his legs and looked at Huizhi, chuckling, "The Vajra Palm is indeed well-deserved of its name. However, Huizhi, you didn't feel good after taking one of my kicks!"

the other side.

Roar!
The Hundred Poison Corpse Puppet, its face covered by a bronze mask, roared and pounced like a wild beast, colliding with Hui Zhao once again.

Hui Zhao was covered in flames, resembling a fierce god emerging from the flames. However, the Hundred Poison Corpse Puppet was not afraid at all, as if it had the power to resist water and fire, and it clashed with him with a thunderous roar.

Although his techniques were not sophisticated, his body was as hard as iron, and every move was aimed at vital points. Hui Zhao was still a mortal after all. He was burned by the flames created by the magic and lost an arm after falling from a great height. After his violent energy erupted, he quickly collapsed.

Suddenly, a figure flashed past and blocked Hui Zhao's path. The figure opened and closed its palms, clashing with the fists and palms of the Hundred Poison Corpse Puppet. In an instant, the shadows of fists and palms intertwined, and the sound of metal clashing and exploding rang out.

The Hundred Poison Corpse Puppet was forced to retreat step by step, then its whole body shuddered and it flew several feet away before crashing into a wall.

Amidst the thunderous roar, the walls collapsed, and footsteps echoed all around as monks from the Vajra Temple charged forward, weapons in hand, their eyes blazing with fury.

The Venerable Envoy chuckled lightly, flicked his sleeve, and transformed into a faint shadow, appearing in the midst of the monks.

The monk who had blasted away the poisonous corpse puppet looked at the fiery figure, crossed his arms, and instantly an invisible force enveloped him.

Immediately, large swathes of fire, like pieces of clothing, fell off Hui Zhao's body, revealing a human figure covered in burns, almost charred.

"Junior Brother Huizhao..."

The abbot was Huiming, the current head of the Vajra Temple and a prominent figure in Songyang County. At this moment, his gaze fell on Huizhao, and his face was filled with anger.

Hui Zhao seemed to sense his gaze. Her face, which had been burned away, turned to 'look' at him, making a 'hoarse' sound in her throat, but she couldn't make a sound.

He then sat cross-legged and immediately fell silent.

Huiming closed his eyes briefly, then immediately opened them again, his gaze falling on Miaoyun Niangzi. All his anger had subsided, replaced by a chilling aura.

Miao Yun cried out "Oh dear!" and took a few steps back: "There is a cause for every wrong, and a debt for every debt. I didn't do this. Abbot Huiming wouldn't bully a weak woman like me, would he?"

"Witch!"

Huiming spoke calmly.

The fear in Miaoyun Niangzi's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a seductive charm. She chuckled and said, "What do you mean, a demoness? From top to bottom, every monk in your Vajra Temple is tainted with greed, anger, and delusion. You exploit the entire county to fatten up your bunch of monks. If I am a demoness, then you are all demonic monks, we are all the same kind!"

"No matter how much you try to eloquently utter your words, or how flowery your rhetoric may be, today this old monk will subdue demons and monsters!"

Boom!

The sounds of collapse echoed all around, and the nine-story secret tower was engulfed in flames, with sounds of collapse coming from all directions.

Under the glow of the flames, Huiming's blood and qi surged, his sleeves fluttered, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light and flame, with a dazzling color flowing through him. His figure flashed by, and his large hand reached out.

A strong gust of wind swept away the heavy veil covering Miaoyun Niangzi's face, revealing a delicate, pitiful, and beautiful face of a girl of eighteen or nineteen.

Huiming showed no mercy, grabbing down with his large hand from the prayer mat and striking Miaoyun Niangzi's face with lightning speed.

Miao Yun Niangzi shook the bell, and the clear and melodious tinkling sound produced a strange rhythm. The Hundred Poison Corpse Puppet roared and stomped on the ground, making a rumbling sound, as it rushed towards Huiming.

But it was too late. Huiming's large hand had already landed on Miaoyun's face, and with the force of his blows, he was about to crush this beautiful head.

His expression changed immediately. He watched as the figure of the woman he held in his palm gradually faded away. With a charming laugh, Miao Yun appeared several feet away like a flower in water or the moon in a mirror.

"Is the great monk in such a hurry to be intimate with me?" Miaoyun stroked her long, soft hair. After removing her heavy veil, her skin glowed with an eerie hue, and her eyes became even more alluring. "Do you want it that badly? Just say so if you want it. It's not like I won't give it to you!"

Huiming ignored Miaoyun's teasing words, staring indifferently at her, and said in a deep voice, "[Empty Flower Skin Painting Technique], it is said that the ritual for practicing this technique requires extreme lust in a place, using worldly desires to achieve the goal. Afterwards, the skin of the chosen person is peeled off, and everyone else must also be killed... Moreover, to master this technique, the ritual is often repeated dozens of times..."

"The demons of the Red Lotus Sect are utterly depraved!"

Miao Yun Niangzi said softly, "One ritual... a hundred rituals, how many people can be killed? Moreover, before I killed them, I gave them the pleasure of ultimate enjoyment. But you, a Buddhist holy land, control the lives of millions of people in a prefecture. Do you know how many people freeze and starve to death every day?"

"Great monk, why don't you get to know my Heavenly King better first!"

Miao Yun Niangzi's figure floated up, disappearing into the breeze like a ghost, while the hundred poisonous corpse puppets around her rushed towards Huiming.

Bang bang bang!
The battle has broken out again!

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early... Besides, I have indeed seen this girl before."

Hong Yuanli stood in the shadow of the roof of a palace not far away, able to see and hear everything clearly.

His gaze was fixed on the alluring woman.

This woman was the same Red Lotus Cult member who had tried to recruit him. She called herself "Red Lotus," but the face revealed after the veil fell was not the first time Hong Yuan had seen it.

This was the first woman he had seen since arriving in this world.

The "Fairy of Wonderful Melodies" playing the zither in the "Azure Phoenix Wonderland"!
Hong Yuan had seen 'Hong Lian' two or three times, and each time she seemed somewhat familiar, with her facial features, but her eyes were quite unfamiliar.

Now, combining Huiming's words, he roughly understood. 'Azure Phoenix Wonderland' was the ritual by which Honglian achieved her secret technique, and she had held such a ritual more than once. That 'Fairy of Wonderful Rhymes' might be a crucial part of the secret technique…

The human skin has been peeled off!
'【Empty Flowers and Painted Skin Gang】?'

'Furthermore, if the ritual requires killing everyone to be complete, then the members of my Fuhu Sect are all fish that escaped…'

Hong Yuan looked at the red lotus and saw it float down towards the location of the Venerable Envoy of Illumination. Its figure moved as if it were an illusion, as elusive as a ghost.

'This is also a Gang Body? It seems to be different from the Outer Gang and Inner Gang?'

Immediately, Hong Yuan's eyes turned to the burning Secret Tower. Amidst the flames, some of the tower's pillars were already swaying, creaking under the weight, and large sections of the walls were collapsing.

The Red Lotus Sect has its sights set on the Vajra Temple and has dispatched several top experts. It's unlikely they would do this just to burn down a single tower. As Hong Yuan pondered this, his figure blended into the wind and drifted towards the raging flames.

A powerful spiritual perception was revealed.

Beneath the Secret Treasure Tower, amidst a deafening roar, Venerable Bianzhao faced an attack from over a hundred highly skilled disciples of the Vajra Temple. His expression remained indifferent as he moved among the monks, occasionally twitching his fingers. Then, something strange happened.

The monks who attacked him with their swords, spears, and clubs inexplicably deviated from their targets. Instead, the monks began to fight each other, their eyes blazing with fire as they unleashed their deadly moves. In a short while, cries of agony filled the air, and the casualties were heavy.

Honglian passed by a monk and touched his forehead with her slender white fingers. The disciple immediately showed a look of lust and impatience, and even started to take off his clothes, disregarding the fact that they were in the middle of a battle.

Shortly after, he was struck on the head with an iron rod by another monk, and his brains splattered out, causing him to die.

Red Lotus landed beside Envoy Bianzhao and said with a smile, "Envoy, your 'Mirror World Heart Method' is indeed wonderful. You can make your opponents kill each other without even lifting a finger."

The Venerable Envoy looked at the two Dharma Kings, Baosheng and Qingjing, who were fighting with Huitong and Huizhi, and then looked at Huiming. He said indifferently, "Baosheng, Qingjing can hold off Huitong and Huizhi, but your puppet is no match for Huiming. After all, it is a 400-year-old tradition. Although it is not as good as my Holy Sect, it should not be underestimated."

"With me and the envoy joining forces, Huiming cannot stir up any trouble!"

Envoy Bianzhao nodded: "Don't waste time. Kill Huiming first. This time, our Holy Sect has taken action against the Vajra Temple. Once this news spreads, it will surely shake the world and attract the attention of all forces. Even the Great Yin royal family will probably send people to investigate..."

"Therefore, we absolutely must get our hands on that Buddhist treasure!"

"Since the central government's decrees cannot even leave the capital, is there anything to worry about?"

Envoy Bianzhao's expression turned serious, and his tone became solemn: "The Great Yin Dynasty is indeed a disorganized mess, but the weakest element has never been the royal family, otherwise they would not have been able to rule the world for eight hundred years."

"Alright, kill Hui... Huh?!"

Suddenly, the Venerable Envoy looked towards the location of the Secret Treasure Tower. Under the raging flames, a tall and slender figure appeared out of nowhere. With a wave of his hand, the sea of ​​fire in front of him seemed to come alive and split into two walls of fire.

The figure instantly disappeared into it.

"There are more experts?" Envoy Bianzhao leaped up and flew away.

Honglian also floated up, but her eyes were thoughtful, and she felt that the figure was somewhat familiar.

Flames burst within the tower, large sections of walls and wooden pillars collapsed at any moment. Hong Yuan casually knocked them away, and the Six Void Force Net unfolded, pushing away all the surrounding flames.

Even so, he felt that the intense heat was consuming far more energy than usual.

Whoosh whoosh!
Hong Yuan leaped up, ascending from the bottom floor, his spiritual sense spreading out to perceive all the changes around him. Even though many staircases had been burned down, it was still a smooth path for him.

In just a few breaths, they had reached the top floor. Hong Yuan blew out a breath, and it was as if a gale had swept through this space, with large swathes of fireworks rushing out of the window.

Hong Yuan's gaze locked onto the murals on the dome.

It's unknown what materials were used to construct the dome or what kind of pigments were used for the murals, but despite being burned by such fierce flames, the colors remain vibrant.

This is a 'demon-slaying painting'!
A tall, indistinct figure stood on the ground, arms outstretched, head tilted back to the sky, revealing a gigantic mouth that formed a strange vortex.

Above heaven and earth, all sorts of demons, monsters, evil gods, and spirits were swept up by the vortex and thrown into the giant mouth of the tall human figure.

Hong Yuan glanced at it briefly, then leaped up and suddenly punched the vortex. The dome shattered with a crash, and then a streak of dark light fell down.

Before the dark light could fall to the ground, Hong Yuan scooped it up with his backhand and it was already in his palm.

Before Hong Yuan could even examine what he had acquired, the entire Secret Tower seemed to have reached its end, and with a deafening roar, it shattered.

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, almost half the residents of the city surrounding the Vajra Temple witnessed the nine-story pagoda fall and crash heavily to the ground.

In fact, many residents had already witnessed the burning of the Secret Tower, and many believers were terrified.

Many martial arts practitioners, carrying swords and knives, also rushed over, eager to see what was going on.

The giant tower collapsed, and a hail of rocks rained down, instantly killing many monks.

The other experts in the battle, apart from the Hundred Poison Corpse Puppet who completely ignored it, were all quickly engaging their opponents while dodging and moving the battlefield far away.

Only Huiming's expression changed. Suddenly, he let out a sharp shout, his whole demeanor solemn and dignified, his appearance somewhat resembling the Buddha seated in the temple. With a thunderous punch, he sent the corpse puppet flying with tremendous force.

Huiming darted forward, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

At the same time, the Venerable Envoy of Bianzhao also rushed over, the yellowish-brown crystal in his palm shining brightly, and a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

Whoops!

A figure descended from the sky, falling straight down like a meteorite. This nine-story tower was over ten feet high, and even the world's top experts would not be able to escape unscathed from such a fall.

Therefore, Hui Zhao sacrificed one hand as a buffer. Of course, he was already ignited by the 'Nine Dragons Divine Fire', so even if he hadn't sacrificed his hand, he wouldn't have survived for long.

But when the falling figure was about ten feet off the ground, there was a 'whoosh' sound under its feet, like rolling waves, and the figure slowed down and floated down lightly.

Hong Yuan landed on the ground, ignoring Hui Ming and the others. He opened his palm and looked down at a small, black and white pebble.

It vaguely resembles an eyeball.

As Hong Yuan was examining the pebbles, an invisible ripple spread out from the pebbles.

Instantly, all those engaged in fierce battle, whether top masters like Qingjing, Baosheng, Huitong, and Huizhi, or those killing each other, and the few remaining disciples of the Vajra Temple, all paused in their movements and stopped fighting. A strange sense of emptiness, as if all things were withering away, arose in their hearts, and they felt that everything in the world had become nothingness and meaningless.

Hong Yuan frowned, feeling a slight pang of fear, but his superhuman comprehension allowed him to quickly dispel the negative emotion.

"This thing is..."

"You scoundrel! Abandon the Eye of Nirvana!" Huiming roared, his expression changing drastically, his eyes seeming to spit fire, even more furious than at the death of his own junior brother.

The next moment, Huiming and Bianzhao Zun attacked from the left and right respectively.

(End of this chapter)