971: Chapter 277 Xuanting_3 971: Chapter 277 Xuanting_3 A strike landed on the Turtle Shell, emitting a muffled sound.
Su He sustained no injuries.
Only his True Yuan had instantly diminished by twenty percent.
The national clan’s supreme treasure of the Dragon Turtle Tribe, defense was unquestionable, but the consumption was far too great.
Such a treasure was not meant for a little turtle at the Opening Heaven Three-fold.
However, in this era, the consumption of the Turtle Shell was indeed greater than in later generations; that much was true.
The Demon-Subduing Pestle missed its strike and before it could fly back, it was stamped under Su He’s claw.
Monk Kuran’s expression darkened, he pointed his halberd to summon it, the Demon-Subduing Pestle pushing open the turtle claw intending to leave, but saw a flash on Su He’s Shell, and a force passed through the turtle claw onto the Demon-Subduing Pestle.
In an instant, a scream sounded from the Demon-Subduing Pestle, and it was completely suppressed, bearing a Turtle Shell Seal on its body.
Right in front of Monk Kuran’s eyes, dice tumbled down.
A treasure personally suppressed by the Turtle Shell might be indomitable even for the Big Freedom Bodhisattva, much less for a monk of the Stepping Sky Seven-fold.
Su He didn’t wait for the dice to settle and reveal their numbers, his claw flipped, and he collected the Demon-Subduing Pestle into the External Space.
Monk Kuran’s face turned even darker, bereft of the compassionate master’s demeanor, especially with his empty forearms and calves, which revealed a vicious ugliness.
He looked at Su He, shook his kasaya in hand, and in a flash, it unfolded, shrouding the whole cavern and hiding it from sight.
This turtle must not be left alive!
Su He’s expression became serious as the Mountain Divine God Seal already began to condense in his mouth.
With the concealment, he might as well go all out for a moment!
Then he saw the monk opposite him, with a single palm striking upwards, below the kasaya above his head, a massive palm appeared, flipping over and crashing down.
Sumeru Vajra Hand!
Su He recognized this move!
Seventy-three hundred thousand years later, the Buddhist sect still possessed this technique.
As Monk Kuran struck down, the Dragon Turtle seemed not to notice the Buddha’s Palm at all, ignoring it completely, only flashing the Turtle Shell on his back.
The Mountain Divine God Seal from his mouth thunderously came crashing over.
Several consecutive Mountain Divine God Seals hammered down.
Monk Kuran’s expression shifted slightly, he pushed forward with one palm, conjuring a vajra shield to block the Mountain Divine God Seals.
Boom!
Boom!
Two muffled sounds erupted simultaneously, and Monk Kuran’s expression drastically changed.
His eyes filled with incredulity.
The Sumeru Vajra Hand fell on the Turtle Shell and didn’t even stir a ripple; only the Turtle Shell on the Dragon Turtle’s back flashed, easily blocking and dissolving the Buddha’s Palm.
Meanwhile, the Mountain Divine God Seal hit the shield and sent him stumbling, as if he couldn’t stand firmly on one leg.
Monk Kuran flicked upwards, sending the Mountain Divine God Seal flying to crash against the kasaya, the kasaya vibrating to dissipate the force of the Mountain Divine God Seal.
However, Monk Kuran seemed not to have seen it, his eyes only fixated on Su He’s back—the Turtle Shell.
A supreme treasure!
A genuine supreme treasure!
One that perfectly defended against his attacks, not even a ripple rising!
Each Divine God Beast tribe had its national clan’s supreme treasure.
This Dragon Turtle carried the Dragon Turtle Tribe’s supreme treasure!
It must be so, it can only be so!
He began to breathe rapidly, punching forward, a Buddhist Talk condensed in front of him, spinning and heading straight for Su He.
Salvation Gold Wheel!
As the Golden Wheel appeared, another Mountain Divine God Seal came thundering in.
The shield went up to meet the Mountain Divine God Seal, intending to use the same trick again to deflect it.
When the shield collided with the Mountain Divine God Seal, it cracked with a dull sound, the shield along with the Mountain Divine God Seal’s external silhouette shattered.
The shadow of the mountain broke away, revealing the Mountain Divine God Seal dice, which spun and hit Monk Kuran’s chest, a muffled sound sending him flying backward.
At the same time, the Salvation Gold Wheel crashed thunderously against Su He’s Shell, spinning as if to grind him to nothingness, yet the Turtle Shell effortlessly blocked it.
True Yuan—twenty percent.
Cursed thing!
This Turtle Shell could take a few more uses, almost equivalent to using Instant Brilliance once!
Shall I simply try Instant Brilliance, to see if it could eliminate this bald thief?
Su He thought so when, from a cluster of stalagmites, the crippled monk slowly stood up, staring fixedly at him, reached out to summon the kasaya covering the sky as it slowly descended, cloaking him once again.
The covered cavern was once again revealed.
Stalagmites, caves, arrays, treasures…
nothing was damaged.
Whether Su He Mountain Divine God Seal or the monk’s Sumeru Vajra Hand and Salvation Gold Wheel, all were devastating enough to shatter space itself, yet here not even a simple stalagmite was broken.
Fenbao Rock cannot be broken by brute force.
The monk looked at Su He.
Indeed, it was the Dragon Turtle Tribe’s supreme treasure.
Such a treasure far surpassed the Swastika Buddha Light bestowed by the Big Freedom Bodhisattva.
The Dragon Turtle was naturally invincible from birth.
Using despicable means three times to cripple his limbs…
probably, in normal combat, he couldn’t hurt himself?
Perhaps only the close-quarters Gluttonous Eating Method could?
The turtle could be spared, the bodily injury mattered not, but the Buddha mother relics must be retrieved—even if they couldn’t be, they mustn’t fall into a Buddhist Peacock Body!
This was an innate status that could utilise the Buddha mother relics.
If they fell elsewhere, even if still within Guiwang Mountain, the Buddha World might have a chance to recover them, but upon falling into this Dragon Turtle’s hands, there would be no possibility.
Big Freedom Bodhisattva was a virtuous grand monk; he would not punish his disciples, but…
Monk Kuran dared not think further.
He stared straight at Su He: “Fellow Daoist, may you return the Sharira to this poor monk?”
Su He did not speak.
Monk Kuran nodded: “So it is, I have offended.
Today, this poor monk enters Nirvana, I beseech fellow Daoist to embrace death!”
As he spoke, he leapt towards Su He.
With a back-handed palm, he struck a nearby stalagmite.
Su He’s expression changed abruptly, and he dodged back: “Toad!”
The Toad emerged upon command, opened its mouth, and spewed out a thick smoke, enveloping the entire underground cavern.