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

So he rushed to his next target without stopping and began a frenzied killing spree among the numerous temples.

His actions were swift and fierce, like a sudden storm.

At each temple he visited, he ruthlessly used the "Primal Spirit Stripping Technique" to defeat the high monks one by one and seize their golden cores.

His reputation spread rapidly throughout the martial arts world, and he became a fearsome villain.

However, Nangong Yehua didn't care about any of this. He had only one goal in mind: to collect enough Golden Cores to realize his plan.

Chapter 256 Cult Leader: Someone Will Make a Move

He moved like a hungry beast between temples, constantly devouring any obstacles that stood in his way.

After a series of fierce battles, Nangong Yehua finally arrived at the last temple.

He gazed at the solemn and ancient temple, his heart filled with anticipation and excitement.

He knew that as long as he seized the golden elixir from the temple, his plan would succeed.

Standing before the temple, Nangong Yehua took a deep breath and composed himself. He silently recited in his heart:

"We've already collected nine Golden Cores; now we just need this last one."

His eyes became firm and cold, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.

However, what Nangong Yehua was unaware of was that the entire West had been enraged by Nangong Yehua's killings, which had already angered the protectors of Buddhism.

Inside the main hall of Buddhist Temple 093, the atmosphere was solemn and tense. Golden light enveloped the hall, adding to the solemnity of this sacred place.

Yet at this moment, the solemn hall was filled with anger and determination.

Dozens of highly accomplished monks stood or sat, their faces filled with anger.

Clad in robes, some of them had furrowed brows, while others clasped their hands together, chanting incantations as if they were praying for Buddha's protection in preparation for the upcoming battle.

Among these monks were many elderly men with white eyebrows and long beards, their expressions serene, their eyes gleaming with wisdom, yet at this moment they could not conceal the anger in their hearts.

They knew that Nangong Yehua's actions had seriously challenged the dignity of Buddhism, and they had to stand up and vindicate Buddhism.

The person in the center of the cathedral is a middle-aged monk wearing a golden robe.

His face was stern, and his eyes were piercing, as if they could see into people's hearts. He exuded an aura of authority that inspired awe in everyone.

At this moment, he was sitting on a futon, his hands clasped together, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were deep in thought.

As the other monks volunteered to capture Nangong Yehua, he slowly opened his eyes and gently shook his head. His voice was deep and powerful, seemingly able to penetrate the soul:

"Don't worry, someone will take action. Everyone, please focus on your cultivation and prepare for the challenges ahead."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire cathedral fell silent.

The monks nodded in agreement, knowing that the middle-aged monk in the center was the leader of the Buddhist movement, and his decision was naturally the wisest.

The scene returns to Nangong Yehua.

When Nangong Yehua stepped into the last temple, Baolai Temple, it was already close to dusk. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the temple's golden roof, casting a solemn and mysterious glow.

His steps were firm and powerful, each step seemingly landing at a pivotal moment in his destiny.

The temple gates slowly opened, creaking heavily, as if whispering the temple's vicissitudes and profound history.

Nangong Yehua walked through the porch and entered the temple.

Inside Baolai Temple, incense smoke curls and Buddhist chants waft through the air. A solemn Buddha statue stands in the hall, its benevolent face gazing down upon all beings.

However, there wasn't a single Buddhist disciple or grand-disciple inside. It turned out that due to Nangong Yehua's recent killings, many temples had prematurely dismissed their disciples.

At this moment, Nangong Yehua had no time to care about any of this. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's as he scanned his surroundings, searching for his target.

He passed through halls and corridors, finally arriving at the deepest part of the temple.

There, he sensed a powerful aura, the very presence of his target—the guardian monk of Baolai Temple.

Chapter 257 The spell failed!

As Nangong Yehua walked into the deepest part of Baolai Temple, a calm and profound aura wafted over him.

His gaze was sharp as he scanned his surroundings, finally settling on a high-ranking monk dressed in a kasaya, sitting with his eyes closed in meditation.

The high monk had a kind face, and his brows exuded a serene tranquility that transcended worldly concerns.

He held prayer beads in his hand, as if he were reciting scriptures, seemingly having anticipated Nangong Yehua's arrival.

Nangong Yehua stopped, took a deep breath, and broke the silence of the temple:

"High monk, I, Nangong Yehua, have come here today to obtain the golden elixir within this temple." His voice was calm and firm, devoid of any emotion.

The high monk slowly opened his eyes, a wise light shining in them. He gently set down his prayer beads and smiled slightly:

"Benefactor Nangong, are you aware that the Golden Elixir is the most precious treasure of our temple, and can only be obtained by those with a special destiny?"

Nangong Yehua frowned slightly, but her tone remained firm:

“Of course I know. However, I, Nangong Yehua, have always only cared about the result, not the process. Today, I am determined to obtain this golden elixir.”

The high monk sighed softly, seemingly helpless in the face of Nangong Yehua's obsession:

“Benefactor Nangong, you have committed countless atrocities for the sake of this golden elixir. If you continue to be so stubborn, you will likely fall into an abyss of no return.”

Nangong Yehua sneered:

“High monk, you keep saying that the Buddha’s teachings are boundless, but in my opinion, you who protect Buddhism are nothing but hypocrites who are all sanctimonious.”

"If I don't get the golden elixir today, I will not give up!"

Nangong Yehua's eyes narrowed, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"Venerable monk, there's no need for further words between us. However, I am quite curious, why didn't you run away?"

The high monk took a deep breath and slowly said:

"The Golden Elixir is no ordinary thing; it carries the legacy and wisdom of Buddhism for thousands of years. Only those with a righteous heart can cultivate to the Golden Elixir Realm and form the Golden Elixir."

“Benefactor Nangong, although you are exceptionally talented, if you go astray, it will be too late to regret it.”

Nangong Yehua's sneer deepened:

"High monk, you keep saying I have wicked intentions, yet you refuse to tell me the true purpose of the golden elixir. Isn't this evasiveness a cover-up for some unspeakable secret?"

The high monk shook his head slightly and sighed:

“Benefactor Nangong, you have misunderstood. The uses of the Golden Elixir cannot be explained in just a few words.”

However, he did not reveal his true thoughts, but simply smiled faintly:

Asking for flowers

“Venerable monk, I already know all that you are saying. But I have not come here today to hear this nonsense.”

"I'll only ask you one question: are you going to give me this golden elixir or not?"

The high monk sighed slightly and shook his head, saying:

“Benefactor Nangong, your obsession is too strong, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to turn back. But I still hope that you can think twice before you act, and not make a big mistake because of momentary greed.”

Nangong Yehua sneered and said no more.

Upon hearing this, the high monk's face flashed with a hint of displeasure, but he quickly regained his composure:

“Benefactor Nangong, since you insist on this, then I shall fight you. I hope you can learn something from this battle and turn back from your misconception.”

Having said that, the high monk stood up, clasped his hands together, and emitted a faint golden light, preparing to face the upcoming battle.

Nangong Yehua was equally unyielding.

"If you won't commit suicide, then let me do it."

He then formed hand seals, preparing to unleash his special skill.

"Original Boundary Stripping Technique"

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Nangong Yehua looked up at the sky with a puzzled expression. What was going on? How was the spell going to work?

Chapter 258 Sealing Spiritual Energy? How can you seal demonic energy then!

When the high monk saw Nangong Yehua attempting to use the "Original Realm Stripping Technique" again, a resolute look flashed across his face.

He closed his eyes slightly, formed a complex mudra with his hands in front of his chest, and began to softly recite an ancient scripture.

As the scriptures were chanted, the deepest part of Baolai Temple seemed to tremble, and an invisible force quietly spread out.

This force was not directly aimed at Nangong Yehua, but rather sealed the surrounding spiritual energy in a subtle way.

The spiritual energy that was originally flowing in the air became stagnant at this moment, as if it were bound by an invisible barrier and could no longer be mobilized by Nangong Yehua.

Nangong Yehua noticed something amiss. He discovered that his "Original Realm Stripping Technique" encountered unprecedented obstacles in the process of condensing spiritual power.

Although his hands were still forming hand seals, the flow of spiritual energy became unusually slow, as if it were being pulled by a powerful force and could not be condensed into a shape according to his will.

He looked up at the high monk, his eyes filled with shock and confusion. The high monk smiled slightly, slowly releasing his hands, and the invisible seal dissipated.

The high monk explained:

“Benefactor Nangong, I do not mean to stop you from using magic, but I hope you can understand that true power does not lie in external martial arts and magic.”

"It lies in inner cultivation and understanding. If you want to obtain the power of the Golden Elixir, you must first learn to let go of your attachments and use a devout heart to comprehend the Buddha's teachings."

Gong Yehua looked at the high monk, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips, and said:

"You think that's all I know?"

His words carried a hint of provocation and arrogance, as if he were showing the high monk that he had even more powerful methods.

Immediately afterwards, Nangong Yehua moved swiftly, rushing towards the high monk like a cheetah.

He moved with incredible speed, as if he had become a black shadow, leaving a series of afterimages in the temple.

As he rushed toward the high monk, Nangong Yehua swiftly formed hand seals, and a dark and eerie aura began to gather around him.

This aura was completely different from the previous spiritual energy; it carried an evil and powerful force, as if it could devour everything.

"Demon Blade Thousand Blades!" Nangong Yehua shouted, and with a sudden wave of his hands, a jet-black blade of light instantly condensed and rushed towards the high monk.

This blade of light exuded a dense demonic aura, seemingly capable of tearing through space; its power was terrifying.

Upon seeing this, the high monk's expression changed slightly; he clearly hadn't expected Nangong Yehua to possess such a bizarre method.

But he did not panic. Instead, he quickly adjusted his breathing and formed hand seals again, preparing to deal with the sudden attack.

However, this Demon Blade Thousand Blades is different from the previous spells. It does not rely on the flow of spiritual energy, but directly uses demonic energy as a guide to condense into sharp blade light.

Although the high monk was able to seal off spiritual energy, he found it somewhat difficult to deal with the attack of this demonic energy.

The Demon Blade Thousand Blades instantly sliced ​​through the air, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, and sped towards the high monk.

The high monk took a deep breath, and his whole body shone with golden light, attempting to use the power of Buddhism to dispel the attack of the demonic energy.

However, the power of the Demon Blade Thousand Blades was simply too great. The moment the high monk's golden light came into contact with it, it was swallowed up by its powerful demonic energy.

The high monk swayed, nearly being struck by the attack.

Seeing this, Nangong Yehua laughed loudly and said, "You can seal spiritual energy, but how are you going to seal demonic energy? Hahaha!"

His laughter echoed through the temple, filled with smugness and arrogance.

However, he did not lower his guard because of this; on the contrary, he kept a closer watch on the high monk, preparing for the battle to come.

Chapter 259 The Fighting Saint Buddha!

Seeing that Nangong Yehua remained unmoved, a resolute glint flashed in the high monk's eyes.

He knew that verbal persuasion alone would be ineffective in stopping Nangong Yehua's greed; only the power of Buddhism could subdue his inner demons.

The high monk slowly closed his eyes and began to murmur softly:

"May Buddha have mercy, may Buddha have mercy, may Buddha have mercy, may Buddha have mercy..."

His voice gradually became solemn and resonant, each word seemingly containing boundless power.

As the murmurs echoed, the high monk began to radiate a dazzling golden light.

This golden light was different from the previous gentle light; it carried a sharp and majestic quality, as if it could penetrate all darkness and evil.

Suddenly, the high monk shouted:

"Victorious Fighting Buddha! Open!"