nashuaworldcup Chapter 395 Arrow of Breaking the Law
Chapter 395 Arrow of Breaking the Law
Chapter 395 Arrow of Breaking the Law
"These are relics left by our ancestors of Vajra Temple."
The young monk's voice was steady, yet clearly carried throughout the surrounding area: "This monk will accept it."
The young monk reached out and took the fifth-grade golden crystal relic.
The moment the fingertip touched the surface of the relic, a pure Vajra-based primordial power surged through the meridians and directly to the spiritual center.
His internal magical power circulated spontaneously, steadily suppressing this immense force.
At the same time, a system notification sounded in my mind:
[Fifth-tier spatial golden crystal origin detected. Absorb?]
He closed his eyes, concentrated, and carefully sensed the interior of the relic—
The Vajra Origin is pure and flawless. In addition to the Vajra Indestructible Dao Essence, it also contains a deeper level of spatial sealing Dao Essence that combines with it.
"It's actually a combination of gold crystal and spatial abilities?"
It seems to contain the true path to advancing the Heaven-Imprisoning Palm technique?
Chen Yi's heart stirred, and he felt that this relic was perfectly suited to him.
Moreover, the foundation of this physical body is still shallow. If the power of the fifth-order origin is forcibly activated, it will easily damage the foundation.
With this relic as a buffer and supplement, we can be much more at ease when facing powerful enemies later.
Even if they encounter those old monsters lurking in the shadows, they will still have the strength to fight back.
He opened his eyes and nodded slightly to Xuan Hui: "Not bad, you've put your heart into it."
Chen Yi put the relic into his sleeve, his eyes flashing like lightning as he scanned his surroundings.
In the distance, several divine senses from experts outside were constantly scanning this place, all watching coldly and waiting for an opportunity to act.
"Rest assured, now that I have returned, I will protect your lives."
Kudu's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated with magical power, making it clearly audible to the surrounding divine senses: "The cultivators of the Great Azure Realm are not to be bullied by anyone who wants to."
The young monk first adopted a tough stance.
Seeing that the patriarch had accepted the gifts, Xuan Hui understood his meaning. After thinking for a moment, he turned to look at Ji Wuchen, Yuan Lingling, and Liu Qingqing beside him, snorted coldly, and reminded them, "My patriarch of the Vajra Temple saved your lives. Aren't you going to do something in return?"
We can't let him be the only one "bleeding".
He shed his own blood to give to the patriarch, which is like good things rotting in the pot. He and the patriarch are both from the Vajra Temple.
As for the things that the ancestor obtained while protecting others, they were all free.
These people must have made a lot of profits in the Five-Colored Basin. If we don't make them give some back now, when will we?
Ji Wuchen, Yuan Lingling, and Liu Qingqing were all taken aback upon hearing this.
They exchanged a glance, their expressions both rather unpleasant.
The way the young monk effortlessly pinched the human-faced dragon's life-bound scale just now was a testament to his high-level combat prowess, far surpassing theirs.
In this perilous ancient battlefield, without the protection of a powerful figure, it is impossible to make any progress.
Meanwhile, the gazes of the surrounding cultivators were becoming increasingly undisguised.
Although reluctant, the three quickly made a decision to spend money to avoid further trouble.
Being able to leave this place alive is more important than anything else.
Keeping these treasures is futile if one has no life to enjoy them.
The three immediately took out all the materials, treasures, fragments of magical artifacts, and high-level inheritances they had obtained in the Five-Colored Basin.
Ji Wuchen presented a broken jade slip that exuded a chilling aura and several pieces of black beast bones. Bloodstains were still present on the jade slip, and his knuckles were slightly white when he handed it over.
Yuan Lingling took out half of the broken sword and a pile of glowing ores. The cross-section of the broken sword was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been instantly cut off by some kind of sharp weapon.
Liu Qingqing then presented a disc enveloped in a five-colored halo, its surface covered with intricate array patterns and shimmering with spiritual light.
The three of them passed the items to the bald little monk from a distance.
In the surrounding darkness, several divine sense fluctuations suddenly intensified—who wouldn't be envious of the things that came from the Five-Colored Basin?
Several subtle presences have already begun to quietly approach.
Kudu took the items and gently probed them with his divine sense, perceiving each one.
Ji Wuchen's jade slip contained an incomplete ice-type cultivation technique, and the spiritual energy in the beast bone belonged to the earth element, which was incompatible with Chen Yi's.
Yuan Lingling's broken sword was of decent material, but the internal array patterns emphasized sharpness and flames. The two people's items seemed extraordinary, but in reality, they were not very useful to Chen Yi. He was too lazy to take them and casually returned the items offered by Ji Wuchen and Yuan Lingling: "These two items are useless to this monk. You can keep them for yourselves."
Ji Wuchen and Yuan Lingling caught the returned treasures and were taken aback. They had given them good things, but the monk Kudu used to be so greedy. Why didn't he want them now?
The two felt a sense of unease, but neither said much.
Xuan Hui was even more confused. What was the ancestor doing?
Isn't it about taking his treasure, using it to lure someone else, and then returning your own treasure?
As a result, the ancestor showed no intention of returning the fifth-order relic. Instead, after putting the relic away, he carefully examined the things that Liu Qingqing had given him.
No, you really accepted it?
Xuan Hui was a little confused.
But the young monk's gaze fell on the disc with its five-colored halo.
He was not familiar with Liu Qingqing.
This disc is a rare and wondrous artifact of the fifth-order inheritance category.
As his divine sense probed into it, a torrent of information surged into his mind. It contained a special, high-level wood-type cultivation method, which not only included the key points of the technique but also the corresponding supernatural application techniques. The routes of meridian circulation automatically appeared in his consciousness, and its grade was clearly above the fifth level.
Chen Yi's mind raced:
His current magical cultivation methods are outdated and can no longer keep up with his body and soul cultivation. The cultivation methods contained in this strange object can make up for his current weakness of having a bland and boring magical cultivation method that makes it difficult for him to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.
If one can integrate this method into oneself, the efficiency of mana circulation can be increased by at least 30%, which is quite a good thing.
After a moment's thought, he nodded to Liu Qingqing and said, "This item is useful to me, so I will accept it."
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After saying this, he put the disc into his pocket and then made a promise: "From now on, in this ancient battlefield, I will protect your life."
Liu Qingqing was slightly taken aback.
He glanced at Ji Wuchen and Yuan Lingling, then at Kudu, his mind filled with doubt—
Why did this Master Kudu accept the gifts offered by himself and Xuan Hui, but return the treasures of Ji and Yuan?
Why does this Bitter Master seem different from before?
Regardless of the circumstances, offering the treasure to save one's life is ultimately the best option at this moment.
Liu Qingqing, her face pale, bowed deeply to the bald-headed young monk and said, "Thank you, Master."
At this moment, the giant Vajra hand in mid-air still firmly gripped the human-faced dragon's life-bound scale.
The blue light that once flowed on the scales had dimmed, and the inner strength had dissipated completely, turning it into a lifeless object.
Instead of letting go, Kudu quietly increased the power of the golden crystal, making the Vajra palm print pattern clearer and emitting a slight friction sound. Cracks began to appear on the surface of the scales.
The young, bald monk looked up at the human-faced dragon a hundred feet away and said in a cold voice, "You monster, I spared your life a few days ago because I thought your cultivation was not easy and I did not want to waste too much of your life."
"I have now made some progress in my spiritual practice."
Before he finished speaking, a tremendous pressure suddenly erupted from his body!
"If I were to fully activate the fifth-order golden crystal origin, it would be even easier to crush you than before."
This monster must be completely subdued.
"If you don't know what's good for you, I'll completely cripple your snake body today!"
A hundred feet away, the human-faced dragon's expression changed again.
It stared intently at the giant, adamant hand, its heart pounding with anxiety.
It truly sensed the progress that had been made in its Golden Crystal Technique over the past few days—
How come this bald monk's control has improved so quickly? Only a few days have passed?
Previously, he needed to gather his strength to use this technique, but now he could easily crack his protective scales with a simple pinch!
Although the energy level he was currently mobilizing seemed to be still at the mid-stage of the fourth tier, the power he unleashed was significantly stronger than before.
The previous Vajra Palm print was merely powerful, but now the dense lines on the palm are clearly an outward manifestation of the power compressed to the extreme, with each line concealing a deadly intent.
After hearing what Kudu said, the human-faced dragon quickly calculated the situation:
If he were to unleash his fifth-tier origin again, her petrification defense technique might not be able to withstand it. Even if she could, it would be extremely disadvantageous for her to clash with his fifth-tier origin, as he could shrink back and forth at will. Moreover, he was just an avatar, while she had come here in her true form after being demoted.
In this eerie ancient battlefield, if you get injured, you might encounter some unexpected old monster.
Several old ghosts' divine senses had already quietly approached, clearly waiting for them to weaken each other so they could reap the benefits.
At this moment, the thought of fighting to the death in the human-faced dragon's heart had been completely extinguished. Since the Bitter Salvation had come in person, it was better not to risk his life for now.
It must find a way to back down, and it must also drag this bald monk down with it, so that he can't just sit back and watch the tigers fight.
The human-faced dragon immediately sent a telepathic message to the young monk, its tone much softer than before, carrying a hint of negotiation: "Fellow Daoist Kudu, how about we continue our previous cooperation?"
"Now, facing powerful figures from all walks of life, and with a continuous stream of high-level cultivators arriving, the cultivators of your Great Azure Realm are outnumbered and in a precarious situation."
It began to analyze the pros and cons, trying to persuade Kudu: "Look around, how many eyes are watching you? The Great Azure Realm didn't send many people this time, and you are the only high-level combatant. Can you protect one, can you protect everyone? If you are distracted even for a moment, these juniors will be torn to pieces immediately."
"Fortunately, the opportunity in the Five-Colored Basin is still uncertain, and everyone is hesitant to act rashly. They are all waiting for others to make the first move and explore the way, and no one wants to be the first bird to be shot."
The human-faced dragon then revealed his plan: "Later, I will fight you one-on-one, and we'll put on a show for everyone else."
"The fiercer and more commotion we make, the less they will dare to make any rash moves."
"This move will help you protect the younger generation behind you, allowing them to retreat safely. Once you've sent them away, you'll have no worries about the future."
"Secondly, the two of us can advance deeper into the Five-Colored Basin while fighting, joining forces to explore the opportunities within. What do you say?"
"The formations inside this basin are unpredictable and treacherous; venturing in alone is almost certain death. If we join forces and split what we gain, it's better than being played like a fool by those old foxes here. What do you think, fellow Daoist?"
Kudu listened to the telepathic message in his mind, his face remaining expressionless.
This old demon has quite the scheme, putting on an act. He clearly wants to use him to explore the dangerous killing formation within the basin.
However, what it said makes sense: the Great Green Realm is indeed in a difficult situation right now and must get rid of these "burdens" first.
As for the things in the basin—he was naturally envious of them too.
Since the other party has taken the initiative to propose cooperation, let's play along and see who can outsmart whom in the end.
"Want to cooperate?" Kudu replied telepathically, his tone flat. "Show some sincerity."
"Sincerity? We're equals. I'm merely proposing cooperation, and you expect me to take advantage of you??"
The human-faced dragon snorted coldly and secretly transmitted its voice to the young monk.
That's far too greedy.
Given the current situation in the Five Colors Basin, no one can easily succeed by fighting alone.
None of the monks around were easy to deal with.
The woman with the bow remained motionless, her intentions unclear.
Silver Flame and the lion were watching them intently from the sidelines, and a steady stream of high-level cultivators from other realms were also arriving from behind.
He suggested they go treasure hunting together first, but this bald guy actually asked for a "deposit"?
They really think they're indispensable.
We must curb his arrogance and never let him think that this matter is indispensable to him.
On the other side of the Five-Colored Basin.
The female cultivator holding the bow and arrow stood still, her long, pointed ears suddenly twitching slightly.
There is a fluctuation of spiritual energy—the frequency is extremely low, it is a sound transmission.
It's that same sneaky, clandestine business again.
She frowned, and a cold snort escaped her lips: "Bald guy really isn't a good person!"
The reason why this woman from an ancient tribe had been watching for so long, but then shot an arrow at the bald monk without saying a word, was because she possessed a special talent—the ability to overhear snippets of conversations between others.
Even the most ordinary sound transmission fluctuations below the peak of the fourth rank cannot escape her ears.
Just now, she clearly caught the monk's secret telepathic communication with the human-faced dragon.
The two secretly conspired to commit nefarious acts.
Such behavior shows a complete lack of learning.
The corpses that were lying on the ground earlier were all killed by her with a single arrow because they secretly communicated with her, harbored ill intentions towards her, or were lustful towards her.
They thought their telepathic communication was discreet and undetected, unaware that their every move was being monitored by her.
One arrow, one kill; they were all pinned to the ground, not even the Nascent Soul cultivators could escape.
At this moment, although the monk and the human-faced dragon had not yet set their sights on her, their scheming and clandestine actions still crossed her bottom line.
She cannot tolerate even the slightest imperfection.
Now that we've heard about it, we must take action.
She raised her left arm, and a longbow with an ancient design, made of some kind of animal bone, appeared out of thin air in her hand. The bow was covered with traces of time and weathering, and was densely engraved with curved ancient seal script.
He reached behind him with his right hand and drew out an arrow that was neither gold nor wood, yet also engraved with intricate patterns.
Hold the strings with three fingers and slowly apply force.
The bowing body emitted a dull thud as if under pressure.
As the bowstring was drawn back little by little, the seal script on the arrow shaft lit up one by one, not with a dazzling light, but with a dark and restrained glow.
A ghostly light suddenly appeared, and the surrounding air instantly distorted.
The five elements' Daoist aura emanating above the five-colored basin dissipated as if it had encountered its nemesis, creating a vacuum passage in front of the arrow.
Her gaze, sharp as a hawk's, locked onto the young monk in the distance, and her fingers loosened—
"Clang!"
The snapping sound of the bowstring rebounding was short and sharp.
The arrow vanished from everyone's sight in an instant.
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