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

Suddenly, Nangong Yehua launched the first attack.

He swung the demonic sword in his hand, and a sharp sword aura, like a black lightning bolt, ripped through the sky, heading straight for the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

However, Cheng Ye remained completely calm during the meeting.

He gave a soft shout, and the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva's countless golden arms waved simultaneously, as if forming an impenetrable barrier.

The sword energy struck the golden barrier with a deafening roar, but ultimately failed to break through its defenses.

Immediately afterwards, Chengye also launched a counterattack.

He formed a mudra with his hands and chanted scriptures. At the same time, the golden arms of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva were unleashed, each ray of Buddha's light containing boundless compassion and wisdom.

These rays of Buddha light streaked across the sky like golden meteors, heading straight for Nangong Yehua.

Seeing this, Nangong Yehua dared not be careless in the slightest. He wielded his demonic sword and shield, engaging in a fierce battle with the Buddhist light.

However, the power of the Buddha's light was too great, and he could only barely resist it, while the demonic energy on his body was constantly being depleted.

Nangong Yehua did not give up easily. Seeing that the demonic blade attack was easily blocked by the golden light barrier of the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva, he took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He raised another dense demonic aura, which was darker and deeper than before, as if it could devour all light.

Asking for flowers

Enveloped in demonic energy, Eternal Susanoo's body grew even more imposing, resembling a demon god emerging from the abyss.

The greatsword in Nangong Yehua's hand began to slowly transform, gradually turning into a giant bow and arrow under the gathering of demonic energy.

The bow and arrow were jet black and hard, as if they were made of the hardest magic stone; the bowstring was made of condensed demonic energy, shimmering with a ghostly light.

Eternal Susanoo slowly drew his bow, each pull accompanied by a surge and howl of demonic energy.

The surrounding air seemed to be swallowed up by this demonic energy, forming a huge vortex.

A cold and resolute smile appeared on Nangong Yehua's face; he knew this arrow would be decisive.

"Deadly Arrow!"

Nangong Yehua shouted, his voice filled with determination and killing intent.

With this shout, Eternal Susanoo finally released the bowstring.

A gigantic arrow formed from demonic energy shot out of the sky, carrying endless darkness and killing intent as it hurtled toward the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva.

The arrow drew a long trail in the air, as if tearing space itself apart wherever it passed.

Chapter 253 "The Birthplace of the Great Karma"

Upon seeing this, Abbot Chengye also revealed a solemn expression.

He clasped his hands together, and the Buddhist chants he uttered grew even louder. The countless golden arms of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva began to form hand seals, preparing to withstand this fatal blow.

When the deadly arrow collided with the golden light barrier of the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva, the entire training ground seemed to be shaken by the enormous impact.

The enormous roar was deafening, and even the surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this force.

The golden barrier of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva trembled slightly under the impact of the arrows, but it still firmly protected Abbot Chengye.

However, at that very moment, the demonic energy gathered on the arrow suddenly erupted, forming a powerful impact that instantly tore through the golden light barrier.

Chengye's expression hardened; he sensed an unprecedented crisis.

He knew that if he allowed the arrows to continue attacking, he would probably not be able to withstand them.

Without hesitation, he unleashed another powerful spell – "Great Karma Birth Realm".

As Master Chengye formed hand seals, the entire training ground seemed to be enveloped in a mysterious realm.

This field is woven from countless causal lines that float and intertwine in the air, forming a complex network.

Each causal line shimmered with golden light, radiating a solemn and sacred aura.

When the "Great Karma Realm" was fully unleashed, the entire domain seemed to transform into a massive golden vortex, instantly engulfing Nangong Yehua's deadly arrow.

The arrow spun and struggled in the vortex, but ultimately could not escape the grasp of this mysterious realm.

Abbot Chengye stood at the center of the vortex, his gaze firm yet compassionate. He knew...

"The Great Realm of Cause and Effect"

It can not only devour demonic energy, but also transform it into pure energy to protect this land and its inhabitants.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yehua's face showed shock.

I never expected that Abbot Chengye would possess such powerful magic.

Nangong Yehua looked at Abbot Chengye and the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva in front of him, a cold glint in his eyes.

He had been testing and holding back his strength, but now he decided to stop suppressing his power and unleash the full pressure of his demonic energy.

"Bald monk, I'm done playing. You can go die now."

Nangong Yehua's voice was cold and resolute, as if it came from the deepest hell, carrying endless demonic power and killing intent.

As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Yehua quickly formed hand seals, and a powerful demonic energy surged out of his body, instantly enveloping the entire training ground.

This demonic energy was even more concentrated and violent than before, as if it wanted to devour all living beings in darkness.

"Primal Realm Debonding Technique!"

Nangong Yehua shouted, and with his command, a huge black hole suddenly appeared at the center of the demonic energy vortex.

This black hole is deep and terrifying, as if it connects to another unknown world.

Immediately afterwards, Nangong Yehua injected demonic energy into the black hole, which then began to spin wildly, swallowing up the surrounding demonic energy.

The black hole's power grew stronger and stronger, as if it were about to suck the entire training ground in 3.4 into it.

Upon seeing this, the abbot's expression changed drastically. He sensed an unprecedented crisis, a power that had exceeded his imagination.

He hurriedly activated the power of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva, attempting to resist the terrifying black hole.

The power of the "Primal Spirit Stripping Technique" was too great; the golden light barrier of the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva collapsed rapidly as it was swallowed by the black hole.

Chapter 254 Devouring Everything

Master Chengye was also shocked by this power; he felt as if his soul was being ripped out of his body.

Under the impact of this force, everything on the training ground seemed to become blurred.

Only that enormous black hole was spinning wildly, devouring everything.

Nangong Yehua stood at the edge of the black hole, coldly observing everything, like a demon god who controlled life and death.

As the black hole spun wildly, the training ground and temple seemed to be drawn into an endless vortex.

The surrounding air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and the entire space seemed to tremble.

First, the weapons, stones, and other debris on the training ground seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, flying backward and being sucked into the black hole.

As these objects were swallowed by the black hole, they instantly lost their original color and shape, were stripped into their most primitive elements, and then rapidly decomposed, eventually disappearing into the depths of the black hole.

Next came the temple buildings. Ancient wooden beams, bricks, tiles, stone carvings, and other structures began to crumble as the black hole swallowed them.

They were as if torn apart by an irresistible force, turning into countless fragments that were sucked into the black hole.

These fragments also underwent a process of stripping and decomposition within the black hole, ultimately turning into nothingness.

Even more terrifyingly, the creatures within the temple could not escape this horrific devouring.

The monks, disciples, and pilgrims in the temple screamed in terror, trying to escape the vortex of death, but to no avail.

Their bodies were rapidly stripped away as the black hole swallowed them, their souls seemingly being ripped out of their bodies and then dissipating within the black hole.

The entire training ground and temple were plunged into chaos and despair.

What was once a solemn and sacred place has now become a hellish scene.

Countless lives perished as the black hole swallowed them, their lives snatched away in an instant, leaving only endless wails and despair.

Standing at the edge of the black hole, Nangong Yehua was also shocked by the terrifying sight.

He hadn't expected the "Primal Spirit Stripping Technique" to be so powerful, that even the entire training ground and temple couldn't withstand its power.

Even the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva summoned by Abbot Chengye was not spared from the black hole's frenzied devouring.

The golden light of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva gradually dimmed as it was swallowed by the black hole.

Each golden arm seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and eventually the entire image of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva began to distort and collapse.

Just as the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva was completely swallowed and disintegrated by the black hole, Nangong Yehua made a move.

With the disappearance of the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva, Abbot Chengye instantly lost his protective measures, and the backlash from the black hole surged in like a tidal wave, severely injuring him.

The host's face was as pale as paper, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered severe internal injuries.

He struggled to stand, but his body was too weak to support him. Nangong Yehua looked at his opponent, a cold glint in his eyes.

He moved with the speed of a ghost, appearing before Abbot Chengye. His right hand transformed into a black shadow, aiming straight for the golden core in Abbot Chengye's dantian.

This is the core of a cultivator's power; once the golden core is destroyed, their cultivation will be completely lost.

Although the host was seriously injured, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

He mustered his last ounce of strength, attempting to withstand Nangong Yehua's attack. However, faced with Nangong Yehua's overwhelming power, his resistance proved utterly futile.

Chapter 255 Protecting Buddhism? Just a bunch of bald monks who only know how to bark.

Nangong Yehua's palm flashed like lightning, piercing through Cheng Ye's defenses and striking his dantian with perfect accuracy.

With a muffled thud, the golden core of the presiding master of the city was taken out by Nangong Yehua with a single palm strike, transforming into a golden light that flew into the sky.

As the golden core left his body, Abbot Chengye instantly lost his support and collapsed to the ground.

As Chengye collapsed to the ground, he used his last strength to struggle to lift his head, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

He looked at Nangong Yehua, his voice weak but firm:

"You fiend! The Buddhist protectors will not let you get away with this!"

Nangong Yehua stood aside, coldly watching Chengye, his face expressionless, as if Chengye's words were just a passing breeze to him.

He smiled dismissively, a mocking curve forming at the corner of his mouth:

"Protect Buddhism? A bunch of bald monks who only know how to bark like dogs."

Nangong Yehua's voice was cold and ruthless, as if it could pierce through one's soul. His words were like a sharp knife, deeply piercing the heart of Abbot Chengye.

A flicker of despair crossed Chengye's eyes; he knew he was doomed to die today.

But he also understood that his death would not stop Nangong Yehua from threatening Buddhism.

Nangong Yehua turned and left, leaving Abbot Chengye lying alone in a pool of blood.

His voice echoed across the empty training ground, as if announcing the end of an era.

The death of Abbot Chengye became yet another blood debt in the feud between the Buddhist protectors and Nangong Yehua.

His eyes were filled with resentment and despair, but at this moment he was powerless to change anything.

Nangong Yehua coldly looked at her opponent lying on the ground, turned and left, leaving behind chaos and deathly silence.

Nangong Yehua maintained a cold expression on his face.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the raging black hole slowly disappeared, as if nothing that had been swallowed had ever happened.

The demonic energy that permeated the training ground dissipated, leaving only the devastated Tianling Temple.

This once solemn and majestic temple is now a ruin. Collapsed walls, broken tiles, scattered Buddha statues... everything looks so desolate and dilapidated.

A faint smell of blood still lingered in the air, a reminder that a fierce battle had just taken place here.

Standing on the ruins, Nangong Yehua gazed at the scene before her, yet her heart remained undisturbed.

He knew that a feud had been formed between him and the protectors of Buddhism, but this would not change his resolve and actions.

He turned and walked away, his figure fading into the distance in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The ruins of Tianling Temple appeared even more desolate under the setting sun.

The wind blows, stirring up a cloud of dust, as if telling the story of what once happened here.

After confirming his own strength, Nangong Yehua felt an unprecedented surge of confidence and determination.

He knew that only by completely removing the obstacles to the protection of Buddhism could he realize his grand plan.