Chapter 865
Capturing an Immortal Alive
With a deafening roar, the enormous Buddha's palm hurtled directly towards the two immortals. Upon seeing this, the male immortal flew backward slightly, refusing to participate in the battle.
He wasn't concerned with any particular spirit; he simply felt it was unnecessary. Facing the mere natives of this minor world, the female immortal's strength was more than sufficient.
Therefore, he did not intervene. His non-intervention did not mean he was particular, but rather it represented his disdain, his arrogance, and his haughtiness.
The female immortal's expression remained unchanged as she watched the palm strike approach. She simply made a hand gesture and pointed in the air, sending a fire phoenix to meet the giant palm.
With a deafening roar, the fire phoenix collided with the giant hand, then vanished into nothingness as flames filled the sky.
Seeing this scene, the Living Buddha Phagpa frowned, but the female immortal laughed disdainfully, "If this is all you have, then you might as well die."
Upon hearing this, Phagpa's face turned somewhat grim. He suddenly clasped his hands together and chanted Amitabha Buddha. As his chanting arose, the entire Thousand Buddha Hall seemed to be affected by his Buddhist power and responded in kind.
At this moment, inside the Thousand Buddha Hall, the sound of chanting was like the sea, and hundreds of golden Buddha statues silently looked down.
A soft light suddenly rose from the bluestone ground, and a lotus platform appeared beneath Phagpa. He closed his eyes and chanted a mantra, his true energy erupting violently. The void behind him cracked open, and a golden martial arts phantom, ten feet tall, slowly solidified—its appearance solemn, its eyes compassionate, yet it exuded an aura of power that suppressed all heavens.
The golden Buddha raised his hand, and rivers seemed to flow between the lines of his palm. The entire hall was filled with brilliant light, and even the shadows were burned and retreated.
Just as the golden light was about to crush everything, a clear cry pierced the air.
Lan Xian fell from the sky, her clothes fluttering like smoke, and a long sword, its light as clear as an autumn pool, hung beneath her feet.
She stood in mid-air, her hair fluttering as crimson-gold flames rose around her—not ordinary fire, but the fire of a true phoenix. Lotus-shaped fire patterns bloomed on her fingertips, each petal bearing ancient phoenix runes.
"Bald monk, can your Buddhist kingdom withstand my Phoenix True Fire?" She chuckled lightly, her delicate hands moving swiftly. In an instant, countless fiery lotuses coalesced into a phoenix ablaze, its wings unfurling to pierce the golden barrier of the Buddhist temple. The phoenix cried out, charging towards the golden Buddha statue with the force to scorch the heavens!
Phagpa chanted a Buddhist mantra, and the golden Buddha's giant hand slammed down, the swastika in its palm spinning like a collapsing mountain. However, the True Phoenix Fire Lotus, instead of being extinguished by the Buddha, used the force to ignite, its beak shattering the Buddha's finger, the flames spreading down the arm to the golden Buddha's shoulder. The beams and pillars of the main hall crackled, and the painted apsaras curled and charred in the firelight.
With a flick of his sword, Lan Xian transformed into a streak of azure light, swirling rapidly around the golden Buddha's neck. With each rotation, a fiery lotus pierced the Buddha's body, and from the exploding flames emerged phantoms of phoenixes, layer upon layer, like a cage locking down any escape route. Phagpa finally revealed a solemn expression, clasping his hands together. A thousand arms suddenly appeared behind the golden Buddha, each hand unleashing a beam of shimmering Buddhist light to clash with the fiery lotuses filling the sky.
boom--!
The shockwave overturned half of the prayer cushions in the hall, and the gold paint on the Buddha statues peeled off in a flurry. Lan Xian was forced back three steps, blood seeping from the corner of her lips, but she used the momentum to leap into the air. The True Phoenix Fire completely burned away her sleeves, revealing a section of her crystal-clear, jade-like forearm. She poured all her cultivation into the sword's blade, and a point of crimson gold condensed at the tip—this was no longer a spell, but the "True Phoenix Essence" that she had nurtured with her divine soul.
“This strike is called ‘Phoenix Fall’,” she said softly.
With a single swing of the sword, no light was seen; instead, space was torn open like silk, creating a dark rift. The golden Buddha phantom groaned under the strain, splitting from its brow to its dantian before collapsing into countless golden dust.
Phagpa coughed up a mouthful of blood, directly suffering a backlash from the attack. He instantly became weak and was clearly severely injured.
Lan Xian circled in the air on her flying sword, a smug smile on her face: "Bald monk, I gave you a chance, but you're still useless."
"So, do you still think you can negotiate with me now?"
Upon hearing this, Phagpa frowned: "Hmph. I admit that I am inferior in skill, but you think you can humiliate me? That's impossible. I'll put it this way today: it's impossible for me to submit, and it's even more impossible for me to give up conquering this world! You think you can beat me? There are plenty of people in this world who are more powerful than me."
"With your meager cultivation, you think you can conquer this world? Dream on!"
Phagpa's face was cold. Although he was seriously injured, he was still sharp-tongued and unwilling to admit defeat.
Phagpa, who had served as the Imperial Preceptor his entire life, was an extremely proud man. Even though a prodigy like Chen Jiu Si defeated him, he was still given considerable respect and allowed to convert to Buddhism. Phagpa then devoted himself to meditation and enlightenment on the sacred mountain.
But these two extraterrestrials, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, kept calling him a bald monk and showed him extreme contempt. If it were just contempt, that would be one thing, but they didn't even care about the creatures of this place, as if they were nothing more than ants.
This attitude enraged Phagpa, who was the national teacher of the Mulan people and one of the two most outstanding figures in the world. However, he did not treat all living beings as ants. But these two did not even regard living beings as human beings. I don't care if you are immortals or not, I, Phagpa, will not recognize you.
Phagpa glared at him coldly, even though he was in very poor condition and his face was pale.
The two immortals in the air sneered when they saw Phagpa's appearance. The woman, Lan Xian, said first, "I told you these bald monks are very stubborn. You just wouldn't listen. Let's just kill them. It seems they won't cooperate with us."
Upon hearing this, the male immortal's expression also turned grim. He sighed and said, "So be it, there's nothing we can do. Let's kill him and then go and talk to the emperor of this world ourselves."
Upon hearing this, Lan Xian lightly shouted, "I knew I shouldn't have wasted this time. Take this!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately formed a sword incantation with her hands. The next moment, she pointed downwards from the air, and a fiery sword condensed in the void. The next moment, she pressed it down, and the fiery sword descended from the sky, heading straight for Phagpa.
If this sword strike lands squarely, both Phagpa and the Thousand Buddha Temple will vanish from this world. Upon seeing this, Phagpa clasped his hands together and uttered a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha."
At this moment, he had already disregarded life and death, but he was thinking to himself, "I wonder if the one from Wudang Mountain, or the one from Dadu, can stop these two?"
If we cannot stop it, the creatures of this land will suffer. After saying this, Phagpa closed his eyes and awaited his fate.
Just as the flaming sword was about to descend and obliterate Phagpa and the Thousand Buddha Temple, a voice suddenly rang out in the sky: "What kind of demon dares to attempt to kill my Empire's Grand Master?"
Upon hearing this, the male immortal's expression changed slightly, while the blue immortal's expression also turned ugly as he looked around, trying to find out where the voice came from.
However, after searching for a long time, they still couldn't find the source of the sound. At this point, Lan Xian angrily shouted, "Playing tricks!"
Phagpa also heard the voice and a look of surprise appeared on his face. This... this is Chen Jiu Si's voice.
But Chen Jiu Si should be in Dadu now, which is tens of millions of miles away. How could he possibly get there in time? Phagpa himself is a terrestrial immortal, so he naturally knows just how powerful a terrestrial immortal is. Even a terrestrial immortal could not possibly travel tens of millions of miles in the blink of an eye.
But he heard the sound clearly. What was going on? Just as everyone was wondering, the statue of Chen Jiu Si standing not far from Qianfo Temple emitted a faint light.
The next moment, the statue seemed to come alive and flew directly into the Thousand Buddha Temple. At the same time, the flaming sword descended from the sky and smashed hard against Phagpa.
But just as the flaming sword crashed down, the statue suddenly intervened. The stone statue stretched out its arm and gently waved it towards the sky. In an instant, the flaming sword flying through the air was shattered into pieces, vanishing without a trace.
How can this be?
Upon seeing this, Lan Xian's expression changed drastically, and Phagpa's eyes widened as well. He never expected that a stone statue could possess such power.
I remember when this statue was erected, it was Chen Wenjun who came to discuss it with him. At that time, he was indifferent to fame and fortune and did not care whether it was appropriate to erect a statue in his temple.
Since the temples of the whole country had already been established, his Thousand Buddha Temple wouldn't make a difference, so he agreed. Little did he expect that it would have such power today, helping him to escape a life-or-death crisis.
At this moment, the male immortal's expression changed drastically. Looking at the faint golden light emanating from the statue, he couldn't help but say, "Incense, the path of incense, in this world, there are actually people secretly cultivating the path of incense."
The male immortal was inwardly terrified: How could this be? How could the people of this world know about the existence of incense and divine paths? And judging from his appearance, he had already deeply refined this world.
No, this is something a native could not have done. Could this person also come from the vast world?
An unprecedented look of panic and disbelief appeared on the male immortal's face, along with a deep sense of resentment.
It was a deep sense of resentment, like someone who had lost their way in the end.
How could this be? Has someone else gotten there first?
Upon realizing this, the male immortal's face instantly twisted in pain, but the female immortal reacted even faster.
Seeing her attack instantly neutralized, she was consumed by rage. In the next instant, she flew towards him on her sword, shouting, "Phoenix True Yang Technique!"
With a roar, he transformed into a terrifying giant sword, upon which raging flames burned. A gigantic phoenix appeared on the sword, its wings unleashing endless flames.
In an instant, the air seemed to boil, and a wave of heat swept in. The temperature of the air instantly soared to 100 degrees Celsius. The weeds on the ground and the surrounding trees were instantly dried out and began to burn fiercely. Even the bluestone ground became scorching hot.
Lan Xian shouted, "I don't care about your incense offerings or your divine ways, just die!"
After saying that, he directly blasted towards the Chen Jiu Si statue on the ground. The Chen Jie statue suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, and the next moment the statue suddenly came to life. Its eyes widened, and it looked at Lan Xian in the air and said: "Get lost!"
After saying that, the statue suddenly raised its hand, and in the next moment, a pair of huge hands instantly condensed in the void, and then slapped Lan Xian directly.
Lan Xian glared at him coldly, and the next moment, the Phoenix True Fire Sword she transformed into directly slammed towards Chen Jie. Chen Jie was in the Yang God state to meet the enemy. Seeing Lan Xian attacking him, he solidified his palm with the laws of space and then struck Lan Xian with a palm.
Lan Xian charged towards Chen Jie, but her body was immediately frozen in mid-air by Chen Jie's spatial laws.
Then, Chen Jie's slap was right in front of him. At this point, it was too late to dodge, and he could only rely on his body to take the hit.
With a bang, Lan Xian was sent flying like a volleyball.
With a "poof," a mouthful of blood spurted out, turning into wisps of fire in the air before burning away completely. Then it disappeared from sight, its fate unknown, having been thrown an unknown distance.
Seeing Lan Xian being instantly killed, the male immortal's expression stiffened noticeably; the strength of the person before him far exceeded his expectations.
Although this world limits cultivators' physical energy to only the fifth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm, it seems that he has absorbed at least fifty percent of the incense power of this world.
In other words, to defeat him in this world, one's strength must surpass half of the Great Dao power of this world. Wouldn't that mean only a powerhouse at the Evolutionary Law Realm could defeat him?
No, I have to escape, I must escape, or I'll die here.
Thinking of this, the male immortal calmed his mind and looked at Chen Jiu Si, saying, "Fellow Daoist, I was unaware that this minor world is your ancestral temple, so I have offended you greatly. I will leave now and will not disturb you any further."
After saying this, the male immortal turned around and prepared to run away, but at this moment, Chen Jie's Yang spirit instantly emerged from the statue's body and blocked the male immortal's path, saying in a calm voice, "Fellow Daoist, please wait."
The male immortal wanted to run away, but Chen Jie stopped him. Chen Jie stopped him in his Yang God form, but his whole body was radiating golden light, indicating that he had already attained a body of merit. To attack him would be to become an enemy of this world, so the male immortal did not make a move, nor did he dare to make a move easily.
At this moment, Chen Jie said, "Since you've come, fellow Daoist, make the best of it. What's the rush? Let's go."
Upon hearing this, the male immortal said, "No, no, I have matters to attend to at my sect, so I won't linger any longer. I'll be leaving now."
After speaking, he flew away on his sword, transforming into a streak of silver light and preparing to disappear. Seeing this, Chen Jie reached out, and in the next moment, a golden light transformed into a rope, directly binding the male immortal who was trying to escape.
The male immortal tried to struggle, but found that he could not break free.
Chen Jie had already reached his side, and with a wave of his hand, he gently pushed on his back, sealing all the major acupoints on his body.
On the other hand, Lan Xian was slapped away by Chen Jie, vomited three liters of blood, and was seriously injured. She originally wanted to come back to help the male immortal deal with Chen Jie.
But when he looked back, he found that the male immortal had been captured alive by Chen Jie. His expression changed drastically. How could this be?
It should be noted that both he and the male immortal were powerful cultivators at the Condensation Realm. In the Upper Realm, although they could not be considered top experts, they were not ordinary minions either. However, in this Fang Xiaoqian World, they were defeated so easily, which was simply unbelievable.
But what's done is done. That guy is too strong; I can't beat him. Run, run!
With that thought in mind, Lan Xian, dragging her heavily injured body, fled eastward at top speed. (End of Chapter)