The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 649

Chapter 649: Chapter 645: Suppression Chapter 649: Chapter 645: Suppression “Haha, no one is leaving today! After I eradicate all of you, I will still be the Golden Cicada Reincarnation!” Jiang Liu laughed loudly, his voice filled with a sinister tone, and swung his hand.

A thick black and red ominous light shot out from his hand, slashing its way onto the road leading down from the temple.

Upon hearing a “rumble”, the ground shook and the mountains trembled, the ground was shockingly cut into a giant black gorge that was dozens of feet long and seven or eight feet wide, blocking the way down the mountain.

Some of the believers who were about to escape down the mountain saw this scene, displayed expressions of despair on their faces and knelt on the ground one after another.

“Jiang Liu, what are you doing!” The monks of the Golden Mountain Temple were shocked. A silhouette after silhouette flew to block Jiang Liu, led by Abbot Hai Shi and Elder Zhe Shi.

And Hall Master Shi, Diao Mei Old Monk and the others who usually follow Jiang Liu's orders, also flew over. Seeing Jiang Liu's current appearance, their faces changed drastically, almost unable to believe the scene before them.

“You useless bald donkeys, chanting sutras every day but devoid of any real meaning, irritating to the point of giving me headaches, I've tolerated you long enough, all of you can go to hell!” Jiang Liu's face twisted with malice, and he threw off his monk's robe.

A fist-sized purple gold light shot out, which after a spin revealed its true form, it was the Purple Gold Bowl.

Between flashes of purple gold light, the bowl swelled with the wind, turning the size of a house in the blink of an eye. Carrying the roaring sound of savage heaviness, it slammed down on everyone like a Mount Tai pressing from above.

Before the bowl could fall, numerous purple gold light spots suddenly emerged from the void around the monks. These light spots exuded a powerful force of restraint, imprisoning everyone inside, making it difficult, if not impossible, to move or dodge.

“Amitabha!” Abbot Hai Shi's expression grew serious, he chanted a Buddhist mantra, and a dazzling golden light sprang up from his body. His originally withered body swelled up like a balloon, his flesh and blood became plump, and his skin became crystal clear and transparent, as soft and smooth as jade, without a trace of flaws. He looked forty years younger instantly.

His breath also surged to several times its original magnitude, not inferior to the Black Phoenix Demon. He raised his hand and waved.

A golden light shot out from Abbot Hai Shi, it was the Dark Gold Walking Stick, which rushed towards the Purple Gold Bowl.

Golden light bloomed on the Dark Gold Walking Stick, and an illusion of Buddha emerged, instantly expanding to dozens of times its original size, it soared into the sky like an angry dragon to strike the Purple Gold Bowl.

When the two Buddhist treasures collided, a loud “clang” sound was made. The Purple Gold Bowl was clearly superior, immediately suppressed the golden light on the Dark Gold Walking Stick, and kept falling swiftly.

A flush rose on Abbot Hai Shi's cheeks, but he did not panic. With both hands forming the Treasure Vase Dharma Seal, a solemn and majestic golden light burst from his body, forming a huge golden lotus platform phantom around him. The Sanskrit Chant Sound echoed across the Square.

A profound Buddhist power surged from the golden lotus platform, neutralizing much of the powerful restraining force around them, and the other monks regained some control over their bodies. They immediately took their turn to strike.

All kinds of magical instruments soared into the sky, forming a thick, dazzling stream of treasure light, and collided with the Purple Gold Bowl.

Hall Master Shi and Diao Mei Old Monk also took their turn to strike, offering the Azure Dharma Blade and the Yellow Demon-subduing Staff respectively, to strike the Purple Gold Bowl.

A more colossal sound of thunderous explosion boomed, the violent airstream mixed with a variety of lights, pouring in all directions.

The ground of the Square was scraped off raw, those white jade floor tiles were swept up and flew around like fallen leaves. A solemn Buddhist temple near the High Platform was swept up by the violent airstream, collapsing like it was made of paper.

There were still many believers on the Square who didn't have time to escape. Just as they were about to be swept up by the storm of air, blue water streams suddenly emerged around the Square, wrapping up those believers and hurled them into the distance, narrowly escaping the aftermath of the duel of magical powers.

Chan'er, who was originally standing near the High Platform, was also swept up by a water stream and sent to the distance.

Observing this scene, Abbot Hai Shi heaved a sigh of relief, instantly turning his head toward the Purple Gold Bowl hovering above, urging his Dark Gold Walking Stick with a spell.

The Treasure Light which pooled everyone's strength was clashing fiercely with the Purple Gold Bowl. Both hung in mid-air, their plethora of lights flashing wildly, and alternate sounds echoing. It was impossible to determine a victor.

“What a joke! You dare pit these second-rate Buddhist artifacts of the Buddhist Sect against my Golden Cicada Treasure!” sneered Jiang Liu, directing a series of incantations against the Purple Gold Bowl

The Purple Gold Bowl began to rotate, its purple-gold light inside flashing once. A great amount of shiny purple sand shot out, swirling around the Treasure Light of the monks of Golden Mountain Temple like a long dragon made of purple sand.

“It's Chandan Star Sand! Hurry! All magical equipment below superior grade, withdraw them!” Abbot Hai Shi's face changed color as he hastily warned everyone, but alas, it was too late.

“Explode!” Jiang Liu formed a spell with both hands and shouted loudly.

The purple sand shone with a blinding light, then exploded abruptly, transforming into numerous small purple suns. The void trembled with the explosions, triggering wave after wave of scorching heat.

Most of the magical instruments within the Treasure Light were disastrously destroyed, torn apart and swallowed by the exploding purple light. Only Abbot Hai Shi's Dark Gold Walking Stick, Elder Zhe Shi's Golden wooden fish, Hall Master Shi's Azure Dharma Blade, and the Demon-subduing Staff of Diao Mei Old Monk remained.

What's more, besides the Dark Gold Walking Stick, the spiritual light of the magical artifacts of the others suffered more or less damage.

Without the help of the other monks, the Purple Gold Bowl immediately gained the upper hand, swiftly overpowering the four people's Treasure Light.

However, at this juncture, a golden light flashed behind Jiang Liu. A Golden Short Awl appeared out of thin air, aiming at his heart like a venomous snake, without a sound. Jiang Liu, engrossed in battling with Abbot Hai Shi and the others, failed to take note of the situation behind him. The Awl was about to strike.

With a crisp “clang” sound, a purple Buddha Bead, the size of a fist, automatically flew out from Jiang Liu's body, blocking the attack of the Golden Short Awl.

All eighteen layers of prohibition on the Golden Short Awl had been formulated. Its power had increased several times. The tip of the Awl flashed with a brilliant golden light. It broke the purple Buddha Bead and continued its trajectory towards Jiang Liu.

But Jiang Liu had already reacted in time. He quickly sidestepped a few feet away, narrowly evading the attack of the Golden Short Awl.

“Seeking death!” He roared, sweeping his right hand. A streak of purple light shot out, aiming at the Golden Short Awl. It was a string of Purple Buddha Beads, the same one he wore.

The Purple Buddha Beads were extremely agile, transforming into a purple whip-like streak and shot out. In an instant, they entangled the Golden Short Awl.

At the same time, each of the Purple Buddha Beads burst into a golden light. On top of each, a rune glyph emerged, linking to form a mini Golden Array.

An immensely powerful prohibitive force emanated from the Golden Array, firmly confining the Golden Short Awl. Regardless of how much it struggled, it couldn't free itself.

A smug look flashed in Jiang Liu's eyes. About to seize this opportunity to attack when suddenly, an figure appeared out of thin air on his left – it was Shen Luo.

He had already resumed his normal appearance, holding an antique feather fan, he swung it fiercely towards Jiang Liu.

A clear cry of a phoenix resounded up to the heavens, a multi-colored Fire Phoenix, several dozen feet in size, shot out from the Five-Fire Fan, striking Jiang Liu who was within arm's reach.

Flames erupted from the Five-Color Fire Phoenix and submerged Jiang Liu's body within an instant, launching him off into the distance.

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