Crossover: The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, starting with cultivation with the Six Flowers Im

He knew that if he continued to confront these countless golden Buddha statues head-on, he would also be doomed.

At this critical moment, a ruthless glint flashed in Nangong Yehua's eyes. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and shouted, "Ten Kings of Hell!"

With his shout, the Gate to the Demon Realm began to operate wildly once again, and even denser streams of demonic energy surged out from the gate, permeating the entire Golden Light Buddhist Kingdom.

Immediately afterwards, ten figures slowly emerged from the gate to the demon realm. They were tall and had different faces, but each of them exuded a strong demonic aura.

The first character to appear is the first hall, "King Qin Guang".

He was dressed in a black robe, his face was imposing, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light, as if he could see through people's hearts.

He held a long halberd in his hand, its tip gleaming with a cold light, exuding an endless aura of killing intent.

Following closely behind is the second hall, "King Chujiang".

He was tall and imposing, clad in heavy armor, like an insurmountable mountain.

His face was resolute, and his eyes were piercing, revealing a firm will.

He held a huge battle axe in his hand, each swing carrying earth-shattering power.

"Emperor Song"

He had a refined and scholarly appearance, wearing a long robe, holding a feather fan, and smiling, as if he had everything under control.

However, his eyes concealed unfathomable cunning and wisdom, making him someone not to be underestimated.

"King of Risen Officials"

He had a fierce and menacing appearance, with a ferocious face and a cruel smile on his lips.

His hands transformed into sharp claws, gleaming with a cold light, as if capable of tearing apart any obstacle.

"King Yama"

He was the most majestic of them all, wearing a golden crown, golden armor, and holding a golden longsword.

His face was solemn and stern, his eyes revealing boundless majesty and justice. He was the leader of the Ten Kings of Hell and the strongest being in the Demon Realm.

Chapter 239 The Battle Between Buddha and Demon - The End

"King Biancheng"

He had a cold and aloof demeanor, dressed in silver armor and holding a long spear.

His eyes revealed a disregard for life and a thirst for power that sent chills down one's spine.

"King of Mount Tai"

He was tall and muscular, like a walking mountain.

He wielded a massive stone hammer, each swing carrying the power to cause mountains to crumble and the earth to split.

"City King"

He looked every bit the businessman, dressed in fine clothes, wearing a tall hat, and holding an abacus.

However, his eyes revealed a greed for wealth and a thirst for power, which made people wary.

"King of Equality"

He had a kind and approachable appearance, with a smile on his face, as if he were indifferent to worldly affairs.

However, his eyes concealed anger at the injustices of the world and sympathy for the weak, revealing his inner contradictions and struggles.

Finally, the Ten Kings of Hell, "King of the Wheel," appeared.

He was dressed in white and held a spinning wheel in his hand. His face was calm and profound, as if he could see through all the cycles of reincarnation in the world.

He is the wise man among the Ten Kings of Hell, and also the prophet of the demon realm.

As the Ten Kings of Hell appeared one by one, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield suddenly became tense.

The ten Yama Kings each exuded a strong demonic aura, forming a stark contrast with the golden Buddha statues flying all over the Golden Light Buddha Kingdom.

The golden Buddha statues, like guardian deities, float in the air, their faces solemn, their eyes slightly closed, as if chanting scriptures.

Each Buddha statue emitted a soft light, which converged into a golden ocean, illuminating the battlefield as if it were daytime.

The ten Yama Kings stood at the edge of the Demon Realm, their faces cold and their eyes flashing with a sharp light.

They were dressed in various colored armors and held various weapons. The demonic energy emanating from their bodies intertwined with the Buddhist light, forming a bizarre yet magnificent scene.

The two forces were locked in a stalemate on the battlefield, with golden Buddhist light and black demonic energy intertwining and colliding in the air, producing crackling sounds.

Each collision was like a contest of strength, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

The atmosphere on the battlefield grew increasingly tense, as if a massive battle could erupt at any moment.

The confrontation between the Ten Kings of Hell and the countless Buddha statues is not only a contest of power, but also a clash between faith and evil.

Nangong Yehua stood on the other side of the gate to the Demon Realm, his gaze shifting between the Ten Kings of Hell and the countless Buddha statues.

Looking at the ten Yama Kings before him, Nangong Yehua revealed a satisfied smile.

He knew that with the help of these ten Yama Kings, he might be able to turn the tide of the battle. He moved swiftly, rushing towards the monk master, preparing to launch his final attack.

The monk master looked at the scene before him with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He never expected that Nangong Yehua would be able to summon such powerful demonic energy.

Amidst the fierce battle between the Ten Kings of Hell and countless Buddha statues, the battlefield was filled with a mixture of demonic energy and Buddhist light.

Despite the erosion of demonic energy, the golden Buddha statue remained resilient and unyielding, while the ten Yama Kings fought back with their own unique methods.

At this moment, Nangong Yehua seized the opportunity.

He moved with ghostly speed, weaving through the gaps between the countless Buddha statues. He had only one target—the monk master who maintained the countless Buddha statues.

Nangong Yehua moved with incredible speed, like a black lightning bolt slicing through the sky. He clasped his hands together, instantly gathering a powerful force.

His palms turned pitch black, with demonic energy surging wildly within them, as if trying to devour everything.

When Nangong Yehua rushed up to the monk master, he shouted:

"Heaven-Splitting Demon Palm!"

Immediately, he slammed his palm forward, unleashing a powerful burst of energy.

Chapter 240 The Bald Monk Dies! The Battle Ends

The monk master had exhausted a great deal of his true energy by maintaining the countless Buddha statues for too long.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, he had no time to dodge and could only watch helplessly as the enormous black palm print came crashing down on him.

With a loud bang, the monk master's body was struck by Nangong Yehua's "Heaven-Splitting Demon Palm".

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

Nangong Yehua's attack was extremely powerful. Although the monk was a high-ranking monk, he was powerless to turn the tide under this attack.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he finally collapsed to the ground, never to make a sound again.

As the monk master fell, the golden Buddha statues that filled the sky vanished instantly.

The ten Yama Kings stopped their attack, and their gazes were all focused on Nangong Yehua.

Nangong Yehua stood there, a victorious smile on his face. He knew that he was the ultimate victor in this battle.

The moment Nangong Yehua defeated the monk master, the light of all the gods and Buddhas in the sky began to dim.

The golden Buddha statues vanished into thin air like scattered smoke, leaving behind endless emptiness and silence.

These once solemn and sacred Buddha statues now appear so fragile under the erosion of demonic energy, as if the faith and power they represent have been completely shattered at this moment.

As the gods and Buddhas in the sky dissipated, the Buddhist light that permeated the battlefield also gradually disappeared, replaced by intense demonic energy surging from the edge of the demon realm.

These demonic energies, like shadows in the darkness, quickly covered the entire battlefield, turning the originally solemn and sacred battlefield into a sinister and terrifying place.

At this moment, Nangong Yehua turned around to face the Ten Kings of Hell behind him.

These ten powerful figures from the Demon Realm displayed astonishing strength and wisdom in battle. They fought alongside Nangong Yehua and together defeated the power of the Golden Light Buddha Kingdom.

At this moment, they stood quietly behind Nangong Yehua, waiting for his next instructions.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath, sensing the surging demonic energy around him. He knew that although he had won the battle, the feud between the Demon Realm and the Golden Light Buddhist Kingdom was far from over.

The conflict and confrontation between them will continue for a long time.

However, at this moment, Nangong Yehua did not think too much about these things. He only had one thought in his mind—to close the "Boundary of the Tomb" and let the Ten Kings of Hell return to the Demon Realm.

Nangong Yehua put her hands together and began to chant an ancient incantation.

As the incantation was chanted, the space in front of him began to distort and deform, gradually opening a passage to the demon realm.

This passage exudes a deep and mysterious demonic aura, as if connecting two completely different worlds.

Upon seeing this, the Ten Kings of Hell stepped forward, preparing to return to the Demon Realm through the passage.

They knew that this passage was opened for them by Nangong Yehua, and it was their only way back to the Demon Realm.

Therefore, without any hesitation, they all stepped into the passage.

As the ten Yama Kings entered, the passage began to slowly close.

The moment the passage closed, Nangong Yehua gave them a deep look, as if he wanted to imprint their images in his heart forever.

Then, he turned and left, disappearing behind the gate to the demon realm.

When the passage was completely closed, calm returned to the battlefield.

Chapter 241 Buddhist Cultivation Golden Core

Nangong Yehua slowly walked towards the body of the monk master. His eyes revealed a complex emotion, a mixture of joy at victory and reverence for the deceased.

The demonic energy that permeated the battlefield gradually dissipated, revealing a scene of devastation and the resting bodies of the monks and masters.

Nangong Yehua squatted down and carefully examined his former rival.

Although the monk's face was serene, the blood remaining at the corner of his mouth and the unfocused emptiness in his eyes silently testified to the ferocity of the battle.

A sense of感慨 arose in Nangong Yehua's heart. He knew that this monk master had once been a Buddhist practitioner with profound cultivation.

93 Although their beliefs and pursuits are different, they are all in pursuit of a higher realm and power.

Nangong Yehua extended his right hand and gently touched the monk master's dantian.

That place should have originally stored the golden elixir obtained by Buddhist monks through cultivation, the crystallization of their spiritual achievements.

Nangong Yehua sensed the faint light and pure energy emanating from the golden core, and he knew that this was what he needed.

He took a deep breath, gathered a surge of demonic energy, and placed his palm on the monk master's dantian.

As the demonic energy surged, the golden core slowly emerged from the monk master's body. It radiated a golden light, dazzling like a small sun.

Nangong Yehua carefully took it out and held it in her hand.

The golden core trembled slightly in Nangong Yehua's hand, seemingly resisting the erosion of demonic energy.

However, Nangong Yehua didn't care about any of that. He knew that this golden elixir was of great significance to him.

It can not only enhance his cultivation and strength, but also give him a deeper understanding and knowledge of Buddhist practice.

Nangong Yehua put the golden elixir into his robes and stood up. He looked around; the ruins and silence of the battlefield seemed to be a reminder of his surroundings.

The internal system issued a notification: "Ding xsq852, the task of collecting 1042 gold pills is 78% complete, one-tenth of the progress."

After putting away the golden pill, Nangong Yehua stood up and felt the spiritual energy in his body that had been consumed in the battle.

The battle just now was intense and long, putting his mind and body to a great test. At this moment, he desperately needed a quiet place to recover his strength and process the results of his recent victory.

He looked around, and the ruins and silence of the battlefield made him feel a little depressed.

He knew that this place was no longer safe, and that the remnants of the Golden Light Buddha Kingdom might appear at any time.

So he made a decision—to get away from this place first.

Nangong Yehua took a deep breath and mobilized the remaining spiritual energy within his body. The large teleportation array that the mysterious system he had previously obtained had now become his lifeline.

He closed his eyes, silently recited the coordinates of the desert, and then activated the teleportation array.

A strong spatial fluctuation came, and Nangong Yehua felt his body being enveloped by an invisible force, instantly disappearing from the spot.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a desert he had passed through before.

The vastness of the desert brought him a sense of comfort. There were no traces of battle here, no threat from the Golden Buddha Kingdom, only endless yellow sand and scorching sun.

Nangong Yehua found a relatively flat place to sit down and began to close her eyes to rest and recover her spiritual energy.