Pang Yue continued deep into nine Buddhist caves and finally reached the end.
In the ninth Buddhist cave.
A dark brown river flows through the center of the Buddhist cave.
On one side of the river, there are lush flowers, plants and trees, like a tropical rain forest.
Across the river is a dark and deep void.
Pang Yue stood in front of the river, looked intently, and saw that the river was actually composed of countless space fragments and turbulent void flow!
The river seems real and illusory, and seems far away.
Standing "by the river", there is quite an illusion of disordered spatial perception.
The river divided the entire Buddhist cave into two worlds. Above the river, there was chaos and darkness, just like the void outside the territory.
A suspicion suddenly arose in Pang Yue's mind: Could this be the boundary of this ancient secret realm?
"It's a pity that I still have a sect mission, otherwise..."
Pang Yue looked at the river and sighed leisurely.
The spiritual energy here is extremely abundant, and he has harvested hundreds of ice soul snow lotuses, including a saint-level one. If he can use it well, it can be worth a hundred years of hard work!
"Go to the meeting point first!"
Pang Yue moved, stepped on the Naihe Bridge, and fled in the opposite direction.
…
Hong Xi, Meng Zitao and his party entered the Buddhist cave and found nothing but some exotic flowers and plants.
The group continued deeper into the cave and soon came to the third Buddhist cave.
Nine Tianhaizong monks were busy offering a roll of formation diagrams and sealing the entire cave entrance.
The auras of the nine people flickered, intertwined with the array, and merged into one. A curtain of water blocked the entrance of the cave like a sea tide.
"Tianhai Sect monk?"
Hong Xi glanced at them and without any nonsense, he directly activated the Samadhi fan and fanned it towards the nine people.
The feather fan swelled up in the wind and became several feet in size. It suddenly blew out a black tornado and struck forward!
"No, it's the true inheritance of the Demonic Talisman Sect!"
"First-level magic weapon, activate the formation with all your strength!"
The nine members of the Tianhai Sect reacted quickly, immediately combined their magic power in one place, and activated the formation with all their strength. They heard a loud crashing sound, and a dazzling water-colored brilliance rose up.
This large formation is called Taixuan True Light Array. The Taixuan True Light spurted out is gushing and turbulent, vast and powerful!
In the water-colored light curtain, there seemed to be countless river waves flowing, and it was transparent and shining, and bursts of spiritual pressure spread, far exceeding those of Daoji Perfection monks!
The water light and the black tornado collided suddenly in the sky, making an earth-shaking loud noise.
The water was filled with light, and the black wind was raging. For a time, all the vegetation and Buddha statues in the Buddhist cave were destroyed, and smoke and dust were everywhere.
Hong Peng let out a long laugh, activated the fan of the God of Samadhi as much as he could, and released three more black tornadoes towards the water.
A force that tore apart the sky and earth emerged on the spot, tearing the water curtain all over the sky into pieces.
The monks of the Tianhai Sect were shocked and hurriedly activated their formations. The water curtain rose sharply and was a match for the divine wind of Samadhi.
"Monk of the Demonic Talisman Sect, don't be so arrogant. My senior brother, Yan Qichang, the sea-turning master, is nearby. Please retreat quickly!"
The Tianhai Sect monk shouted with a stern expression.
When Hong He heard this, he burst into laughter.
"Sea-shaking master? Okay! Thirty years ago, Hong fought with him and lost half of his moves. This time, he just got his money back with profits!"
With a flicker of his body, he turned into a breeze and floated into the Taixuan True Light Formation.
The Samadhi God Fan was in his hand, exerting a power that left Meng Zitao speechless. Nine black tornadoes as thick as fists flew out, easily piercing the water curtain and entering the bodies of the nine monks.
"ah!"
The Tianhai Sect monks screamed in unison, as if they were being subjected to the cruelest torture in the world.
The flesh and blood of the nine people were seen falling off one after another, turning into ashes in the blink of an eye.
Russian qing.
Only nine white skeletons were left on the spot.
Holding the fan of Samadhi god, Hong Ning stands among the nine white bones, looking relaxed and content, with a free and easy temperament.
"Senior Brother Hong is domineering!"
Meng Zitao and others came to congratulate him.
Hong Xi reluctantly looked at the feather fan in his hand and exclaimed: "The magic weapon refined by Elder Meng is indeed very powerful. I wonder when Hong will be able to have a magic weapon of his own!"
Meng Zitao smiled and said: "Senior Brother Hong will definitely gain something from this exploration of the ancient Nine Nether Demon Sect."
"Nine Nether Demon Sect...Oh, don't mention it, that is the opportunity left by the sect for Ye Xue, I can't wait for it...hehe!"
Hong Peng shook his head, as if he thought of something, he couldn't help but shake his head, his mood waning.
…
The Seventh Buddha Cave.
A ray of glow spread across the sky, blocking Pang Yue's path.
In the twilight, a figure stared at Pang Yue with murderous intent in mind.
His eyes fell on the bloody halo behind Pang Yue.
I saw one of the slim figures floating in the blood in a daze, unable to rest until death.
That is his favorite junior sister...
Yan Qichang couldn't help but recall the tender and tender time between the two of them a few days ago.
He has had romantic relationships with many female cultivators in his life, but this junior sister is his favorite.
However... nature plays tricks on people.
He actually watched his junior sister being burned to death by the real Taiyin fire emerging from the snow lotus, but he was unable to do anything.
The way the junior sister picked snow lotuses and looked back with a smile became the most painful memory in his life!
And the initiator of all this is the man in front of me!
No need to ask anything, no need to say anything.
The blood-shadowed halo behind him said it all.
"You... deserve death!"
The sound was like a thunderous thunder, resounding throughout the cave and echoing endlessly.
Pang Yue said calmly: "Only when you are not trapped by emotions, not confused by your heart, and not stuck in things can you find the great road. Fellow Taoist, you have achieved this."
"Die!"
Yan Qichang looked up to the sky and shouted loudly, smacked his palm out, and the water filled the sky like the overturning of the Milky Way, pressing towards Pang Yue.
This palm was made with hatred by him, and its power was unparalleled, not inferior to Zhenyang Sect's Zhou Wuyou.
The Heaven-shaking Saint Hand is famous, and this is why he is so famous!
As soon as the palm fell, Pang Yue knew that Naihe Qiao would definitely not be able to resist it.
Even if he escapes into the infinite void, he will still be smashed out by Peiran Moyu's huge power of water and light.
He took a deep breath and pushed out with one palm.
A huge flame handprint emerged.
boom!
The water light came into contact with the handprints, causing a shocking explosion.
The water was like a tide, and it rolled up suddenly, extinguishing the palm prints.
But the watery light was also burned away by the cold and quiet firelight on the palm print.
Yan Qichang's body was surrounded by glowing rays of light, wildly devouring the rich spiritual energy in the cave, and continuously transforming it into pure and vast mana.
He was furious and slapped Pang Yue dozens of times in one go.
I saw countless handprints mixed with the water in the sky, pressing down overwhelmingly, leaving Pang Yue with almost no room to turn.
Pang Yue looked indifferent and still pushed out with one palm.
Balrog Mahamudra.
It's just that this handprint changed seven times in an instant, and with a flick of his fingers, waves of demonic power that shattered the sky and shattered the earth were struck into the water.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Every time the Fire Demon's Mahamudra flicks, it is at the weak point where Yan Qichang's magic power can change the world!
It's so miraculous, so wonderful!
It wasn't over yet. After the Fire Demon's big hand seal forced away the palm shadows all over the sky, he still clasped his fingers to form a seal, and a magical force as sharp as a blade struck Yan Qichang's face!
Yan Qichang couldn't help his brows twitching. The glow around him was flying, and his body was shaking. He hurriedly avoided the sharp edge of the magic power, and then shot it with his backhand to defeat it.
The Flame Demon Mahamudra was born out of the Heavenly Demon Mahamudra. It contains infinite changes and is so powerful that it is not inferior to the Flame Talisman Sword Sutra.
Yan Qichang's expression was cold, his magic power was changing, and he was about to use his thunderous method again to kill Pang Yue.
But at this moment, a clear voice sounded from behind the two of them.