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

His voice boomed like thunder in the temple, shaking the entire space.

As soon as he drank, the high monk's body began to change.

His originally kind face became solemn and majestic, and the cassock he wore transformed into a golden suit of armor.

Holding a long, gleaming golden staff, he seemed like the Victorious Fighting Buddha who had stepped out of mythology.

The high monk opened his eyes, shooting out two sharp golden beams that shot straight towards Nangong Yehua.

His aura reached its peak at this moment, as if the entire temple was shaken.

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yehua was startled.

He sensed the powerful Buddhist energy emanating from the high monk, an energy unlike any other he had ever encountered before.

It carries a sense of majesty and compassion, as if it can purify all evil and greed.

However, Nangong Yehua did not back down.

He knew that this was the most powerful method the high monk had used to stop him.

Therefore, Nangong Yehua also channeled all his demonic energy.

The high monk transformed into the Victorious Fighting Buddha, wielding a long staff, and attacked Nangong Yehua with lightning speed.

The staff moved like the wind, carrying the solemnity and compassion of Buddhism, yet also containing boundless power.

Seeing this, Nangong Yehua's expression hardened, and he quickly retreated, simultaneously forming hand seals and beginning to unleash his ultimate technique. He shouted:

"The Boundary of the Tomb—Open!"

With his shout, purple demonic energy erupted from Nangong Yehua's body, forming a huge vortex.

At the center of the vortex is a deep black hole, seemingly connected to another world filled with darkness and evil.

A chilling wind blew from the black hole, accompanied by mournful wails, as if countless vengeful spirits were howling, sending shivers down one's spine.

Nangong Yehua's figure became blurred under the shroud of demonic energy, with only his scarlet eyes flashing with cruel light.

The surrounding air seemed to be oppressed by Nangong Yehua's aura, becoming heavy and oppressive.

As the Victorious Fighting Buddha's staff approached the vortex, it seemed to be affected by the dark power, and the staff's shadow paused slightly.

However, the high monk did not back down. He shouted loudly, and the golden light on his long staff shone brightly, as if to dispel the surrounding darkness.

But Nangong Yehua had already completed his summons.

A crack suddenly appeared in the purple vortex, and a dark aura surged out, as if it would devour the entire world.

Immediately afterwards, a tall figure slowly emerged from the gate to the demon realm; it was none other than the summoned "Miyamoto Musashi - Demon Soul".

As soon as Miyamoto Musashi appeared, he exuded a sharp killing intent. His eyes gleamed with a cold light, as if he could see through all hypocrisy and lies.

He held a longsword that emitted a black aura.

Chapter 260 "Soul Skill - Draw Sword Slash!"

As soon as Miyamoto Musashi appeared, the cold light in his eyes shone particularly sharply in the darkness.

Before his figure had fully emerged from the gate of the demon realm, he had already felt the fierce and majestic attack of the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

He showed no fear, instead straightening his chest, gripping the longsword tightly with both hands, and swung it forcefully.

The longsword sliced ​​through the air in an instant, creating a piercing whistling sound, as it met the Fighting Buddha's long staff.

A loud clang echoed through the temple, as if even the air itself trembled.

Miyamoto Musashi's longsword and the Victorious Fighting Buddha's staff collided fiercely in mid-air, sparking dazzling flames.

The two forces collided at that moment, like two torrents fiercely clashing.

Purple demonic energy and golden Buddhist light intertwined and entangled in the air, creating a breathtaking scene.

Although Miyamoto Musashi was a newcomer, his swordsmanship was exceptionally sharp, with each strike filled with a murderous aura.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha, on the other hand, possesses profound Buddhist teachings, and his long staff is wielded with boundless majesty and compassion.

The two exchanged blows, their swords and staffs clashing, each collision producing a deafening sound.

The surrounding air seemed to be oppressed by their imposing presence, becoming heavy and oppressive.

While keeping a close eye on the Victorious Fighting Buddha, Nangong Yehua curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth and said:

"I used this move when I killed another bald monk of yours before, but I wasn't strong enough then, and Miyamoto Musashi couldn't use his sword techniques."

"But this time, I'm going to show you bald monks what real power is."

As Nangong Yehua finished speaking, he quickly formed hand seals and began to control Miyamoto Musashi, who had been summoned from the Demon Realm Gate.

The demonic energy flowed through Nangong Yehua's fingertips, as if obeying his command, and fully unleashing Miyamoto Musashi's power.

Miyamoto Musashi's figure grew even taller under the shroud of demonic energy, and the longsword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light, as if it could devour all life.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the surrounding air into his lungs, and then suddenly stepped forward, transforming into a black shadow as he charged towards the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

As he charged toward the Victorious Fighting Buddha, Miyamoto Musashi gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, the tip pointing straight ahead.

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, as if he wanted to see through every move of the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

The moment they were close enough, Miyamoto Musashi suddenly shouted:

"Soul Skill - Draw Sword Slash!"

With that shout, Miyamoto Musashi's longsword was instantly drawn, accompanied by a sharp sword light.

The sword beam, like a bolt of lightning, sliced ​​through the air and headed straight for the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

Wherever the sword's edge passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, producing a piercing sound of wind being cut.

Upon seeing this, the Victorious Fighting Buddha's expression turned solemn, for he knew that this attack was no small matter.

He quickly adjusted his breathing, his whole body radiating golden light, and his long staff drew a golden barrier in front of him, preparing to block this fierce "drawing sword slash".

Seeing the overwhelming momentum of Miyamoto Musashi's "draw sword slash," the Victorious Fighting Buddha knew that this attack was no small matter.

He quickly adjusted his breathing, gathered all the power of Buddhist teachings in his body, and drew a golden barrier in front of him with his long staff. The barrier shimmered with golden light, as if it could withstand any attack.

However, when Miyamoto Musashi's "Soul Skill - Draw Sword Slash" struck the golden barrier, it produced a deafeningly loud sound.

Chapter 261 The Victorious Fighting Buddha vs. Miyamoto Musashi

The golden barrier trembled violently under the impact of the sword light, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha's expression was solemn. He tried his best to maintain the barrier, but the power of the sword light was too great, and the golden barrier could not withstand it in the end.

With a crisp cracking sound, the barrier collapsed instantly, turning into countless golden fragments that scattered in all directions.

At the same time, Miyamoto Musashi's sword light continued to slash forward with unstoppable momentum.

With a "crack," the long staff in the hands of the Victorious Fighting Buddha was cleaved in two by a single sword strike. The broken staff tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

The Victorious Fighting Buddha was also shaken back a few steps by this attack, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

He hadn't expected that the demonic soul summoned by Nangong Yehua would be so powerful, capable of cleaving his long staff in two with a single sword strike.

However, this high-ranking monk was, after all, a Buddhist practitioner who had cultivated for many years, and possessed a resolute character. After a brief moment of shock, he quickly regained his composure, a resolute glint in his eyes.

His hands began to form hand seals rapidly, as if drawing mysterious runes in the air.

As the hand seals changed, the Victorious Fighting Buddha's eyes gradually deepened, with golden light shimmering within them, as if containing boundless power.

At that moment, he seemed to merge with heaven and earth, exuding an indescribable majesty.

"Golden Eyes Annihilate Spirits!" The Victorious Fighting Buddha shouted, pushing his hands forward. Golden light burst forth instantly, forming a sharp stream of air that rushed straight towards Miyamoto Musashi.

Wherever this airflow passed, it seemed as if the air itself was being torn apart, producing a sharp, piercing sound.

Upon seeing this, Miyamoto Musashi's expression changed slightly, but he remained calm. He dodged the sharp gust of air.

However, the residual force of the air currents remained undiminished, continuing to ravage the temple and whipping up gusts of wind.

Although the Victorious Fighting Buddha lost his divine weapon, the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel), he still relied on his profound cultivation and superb martial arts skills.

He was still able to put up a close fight against Miyamoto Musashi.

The two exchanged blows, their swords flashing and flashing, each unleashing their unique skills, pushing the duel to its climax.

Standing to the side, Nangong Yehua watched as the fierce battle between Miyamoto Musashi and the Victorious Fighting Buddha continued unabated, and a sense of anxiety welled up in his heart.

He knew that the strength of the Victorious Fighting Buddha was unfathomable, and that although Miyamoto Musashi's swordsmanship was fierce, it seemed difficult to completely suppress him.

Nangong Yehua's eyes gradually turned fierce. He took a deep breath and slowly began to form hand seals.

Each handprint was precise and swift, as if carving invisible runes in the air.

As the hand seals were completed, a faint light began to emanate from his body, giving people a sense of solemnity and mystery.

"Swallow Return!" Nangong Yehua shouted in a low voice, and pushed forward with both hands.

Instantly, a sharp stream of air burst forth from his palm, transforming into a giant swallow, carrying a sharp edge, and swooping straight towards the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

This swallow seemed to embody all of Nangong Yehua's strength and will, moving at a speed that was impossible to predict.

Upon seeing this, the Victorious Fighting Buddha's eyes flashed with surprise, but he did not back down. He dodged the fierce swallow.

However, the swallows seemed to have the ability to track, and no matter how the Fighting Buddha dodged, they could follow closely and relentlessly pursue him.

After a fierce exchange, the Victorious Fighting Buddha finally found an opening. He spun around and struck the swallow with an incomparably powerful punch.

With a loud bang, the swallow was smashed to pieces, scattering into countless fragments in all directions.

Chapter 262 The Power of the Returning Swallow

Seeing that his "Swallow Return" technique had been shattered by the Victorious Fighting Buddha's punch, Nangong Yehua's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile.

Those swallow fragments that were originally shattered were now under Nangong Yehua's control.

Instead of dissipating into the air, it suddenly changed direction, transforming into countless sharp blades that rushed towards the Victorious Fighting Buddha at an astonishing speed.

These fragments were moving so fast, like lightning slicing through the night sky, that the Victorious Fighting Buddha had no time to react.

He tried to use his martial arts skills to defend himself again, but there were too many fragments and they were too fast, pouring down like a torrential rain and surrounding him completely.

Cut by countless fragments, cracks began to appear in the body of the Victorious Fighting Buddha, as if a stone weathered for thousands of years was gradually collapsing and disintegrating.

With the collapse of the Victorious Fighting Buddha, the high monk also suffered a severe backlash.

He originally relied on the power of the Victorious Fighting Buddha to fight against Nangong Yehua, but now that the Victorious Fighting Buddha has collapsed, he has naturally been greatly impacted as well.

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, and his body trembled violently, as if he would collapse at any moment.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Nangong Yehua's eyes. He gave the high monk no chance to catch his breath, and in a flash, he rushed towards him.

He knew that this was the best time to completely defeat the high monk.

Nangong Yehua moved like the wind, rushing towards the high monk. His eyes gleamed with unwavering determination, and every movement revealed unparalleled resolve.

He quickly approached the high monk, then suddenly turned around and unleashed the Black Tiger Heart-Piercing Technique.

This move was swift and ruthless, striking directly at the high monk's dantian. Although the high monk tried to defend, Nangong Yehua's attack was too fierce, and he was simply unable to completely defend against it.

With a "poof," Nangong Yehua punched through the high monk's dantian, and a golden pill that shimmered with golden light was pulled out directly.

The moment the golden core left his body, the high monk's face turned deathly pale. Losing the golden core meant losing all his cultivation and power.

His body began to tremble violently, as if he had lost his support, and he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

Nangong Yehua stood still, staring coldly at the fallen monk.

He knew the battle was finally over. He slowly withdrew his fist, took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the tension and excitement of the fight.

Asking for flowers

The temple was completely silent at this moment, with only the sound of Nangong Yehua's heartbeat echoing.

Nangong Yehua slowly withdrew his supernatural powers, his gaze sweeping over the high monk lying on the ground, who had lost his golden core, without much ripple in his heart.

He knew that the path of cultivation was full of competition and challenges, and this battle was just an episode in his cultivation career.

..

He waved his hand lightly, and a flash of light appeared, revealing the large teleportation array that the system had previously rewarded him with.

Without much hesitation, Nangong Yehua stepped into the teleportation array.

As the light flashed, he felt himself enveloped by a powerful energy, and then everything went black, as if he had entered a void.

When Nangong Yehua opened his eyes again, he found himself in a familiar cave.