1027: Chapter 292 Bald Donkey, we meet again!
_3 1027: Chapter 292 Bald Donkey, we meet again!
_3 She turned her head to look inside the Undamaged Realm, “Wangjun, kill Ku Ran!”
As she spoke, Monk Kuran’s eyes had already fallen upon the lotus, “Amitabha Buddha!
Indeed it is a treasure of the Buddha World, this lotus is the proof!”
Everyone across All Heavens and Myriad Realms knew that the lotus is a symbol of Buddhism.
Especially since he sensed the breath within the lotus, linked to the Tian Nu Clan Forbidden Area, surely it could open this place.
Today was killing two birds with one stone, not only did he see Ji Feixue, but also obtained the treasure that could open the ancestral land of the Tian Nu Clan.
Indeed, the Buddha World was favored by the heavens.
“Ku Ran?!” Su He and Ji Feixue’s expressions turned cold at the same time.
Indeed, the world was too small; wherever they went, they’d bump into enemies.
They hadn’t noticed before.
The boundaries of the Undamaged Realm were thick and formidable, difficult for outsiders to peer through to the inside, unless the two of them had the means of the Big Freedom Bodhisattva.
Seeing the reactions of Su He and Ji Feixue, Maple Ancestor grew even more certain—Ku Ran truly was coming for the Goddess and the Hexagrams!
As if to confirm her suspicion.
Inside the Undamaged Realm, Big Freedom Bodhisattva, with the apparition of Buddha ghosting over him, reached out towards the baby girl.
“Ji Feixue!
Return my treasure to me!”
A loud shout came from below.
Ji Feixue furrowed her brows; she had only seen Ku Ran once outside Guiwang Mountain, when had she ever taken anything of his?
Su He also showed confusion; was this fellow struck silly?
Whether it was the water droplet or the Buddha mother relics, all were in his hand; what did it have to do with his wife?
But since he had specifically named his wife for trouble—
Su He stepped forward and punched down.
Maple Ancestor lightly stepped to evade the grasp of Buddha’s phantom.
Su He’s punch descended.
The Mountain Divine God Seal shimmered on the fist, striking against that huge hand, shattering it, and booming down along the arm.
The impact blasted against the person in the center of the phantom.
A jingling sound of bronze bells echoed.
The boundary barrier of the Undamaged Realm opened, and with one glance, Su He was immediately furious!
The grandson thief, who stole whose treasure?
No wonder he couldn’t find his wife’s bronze bell; it turned out to be stolen by this bastard.
“Die!” Su He bellowed, stepping down into the Undamaged Realm.
He raised his hand and a strike of pitch-black lightning cleaved upon the phantom cast by Big Freedom Bodhisattva.
Boom!
“Dao friend, be careful!
This array is unparalleled!” Maple Ancestor urgently called out.
Such a friend with profound Tao Cultivation, how did Yi River come across such a companion?
That move and posture did not merely imitate the Divine Powers of the Dragon Turtle Tribe; it was as if a Dragon Turtle itself was performing the Divine Skills!
True Greater Powers all had methods to mimic Divine God Beast Divine Powers, much like that time in Sealed Emperor Great World, in Gujing Pavilion where Monk Ci Mountain taught, while clad in Buddha’s Outer Garment, Su He employed the Divine Power of the Dragon Turtle with a punch embodying the Mountain Divine God Seal.
Su He wondered, since when did Monk Kuran know about formation arrays?
If his formation mastery was superior, he wouldn’t have been beaten repeatedly by Su He at Fenbao Rock of Guiwang Mountain.
If one set up a formation, who could do anything to it?
As Su He thought this, the Heavenly Punishment ended, and his gaze followed toward the figure within Buddha’s phantom.
His expression suddenly changed.
His figure shot back explosively.
Something was wrong!
Monk Kuran had an arm and leg bitten off by him, but now they were restored.
That alone would be fine, but this monk was emanating Death Qi—all over his body—ordinary people might not notice, but Su He had connections to the Netherworld and had hunted Yin Ghosts in Feng Zhong for more than a decade.
His sensitivity to Death Qi was unsurpassed.
This monk had long been dead!
Someone Borrowed the Dead and Returning the Soul!
This breath—the Big Freedom Bodhisattva!
Back during the great battle at Feng Zhong, Su He, dressed in Buddha’s Outer Garment, was invincible, but he had no power to fight back against Big Freedom Bodhisattva.
At the time, it was just a “Swastika”, just a projection of force, and Su He spat blood repeatedly.
He was all too familiar with this breath.