fifth form

Chapter 3676 Seventh and Eighth Floors
"Jieyin, how much longer will it take you to break through the treasure?"

Give me just a little more time!

The battle in the Milu Mountain Secret Realm became fierce from the very beginning, but as long as neither side could gain the upper hand at the start, the struggle between True Self Realm cultivators would fall into a long stalemate, and each side would need to introduce variables to break the deadlock.

There were a few times when Master Zhunti wanted to throw caution to the wind and kill Zhenyuan Shenjun in front of him to break the deadlock.

However, he is not so confident in his trump card. When he used it last time, the physical body of the Guiding Master was damaged and he had to return to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool to be reborn. There is a high probability that he will follow the same path and cause his own physical body to collapse when he destroys the physical body of Zhenyuan Shenjun.

After repeatedly urging the leader of the Jieyin Sect, the leader of the Zhunti Sect could only grit his teeth and persevere.

"Zhunti, receive our magic weapon!"

The annoying voice came from afar again. Zhunti Sect Master felt the Seven Treasures Tree in his left hand strike Zhenyuan Divine Lord again. At the same time, his sternum was also struck repeatedly by Zhenyuan Divine Lord. He could only rely on his own magic power to protect himself and endure it.

This is the most hated part of the struggle between the leaders of the Zhunti Sect. Whenever the Duty Officer and others use their magical artifacts, Zhenyuan Shenjun would rather take a hit than not cooperate, thus holding them captive for a few breaths.

"Bah!"

As the leader of the Zhunti Sect was fighting, a bright light appeared in his mind, and eighteen arms emerged from the light.

These arms are similar to the Heavenly Laws of the Heavenly Court, and have been transformed by combining the Heart Sutra. Their power is average, and their main strength is to rely on sheer numbers to overwhelm the master with a flurry of punches.

Once again blocked by Zhenyuan Shenjun and unable to dodge, Zhunti Sect Leader saw another long scroll of magic treasure falling. He was unwilling to use the Seven Treasures Tree to sweep away and trigger the power of the magic treasure, so he could only rely on the large hand formed by his mental power to poke Zhenyuan Shenjun's eyes. As for the magic treasure, they chose to share the burden.

"Woof! You've got the wrong treasure! This is the Investiture of the Gods, a list for collecting the dead!"

When the Howling Celestial Dog barked loudly, Master Zhunti felt at ease.

The Investiture of the Gods is indeed a powerful tool for suppressing cultivators who lack a physical body, specifically designed to counter the ability of immortal souls.

Most importantly, this magical artifact was already filled with the souls of cultivators in the past, reaching the limit of what a magical artifact can handle.

When Zhenyuan Shenjun repeatedly stabbed at the eyes, Zhunti Sect Master felt his sternum creak, and his body, which had been cultivated for thousands of years, was broken by Zhenyuan Shenjun.

His physical body was not as advanced as Yang Jian and others, but it was still a top-tier physical body in the Three Realms, capable of avoiding water, fire, and swords. At this moment, his power was broken by Zhenyuan Shenjun, so he was inevitably greatly disappointed.

"You mad dog, you're a complete mad dog!"

Even though the Zhunti Sect Leader was ruthless and had fought countless battles over the past thousand years, he was still somewhat frightened when he saw that Zhenyuan Divine Lord's eyes were bloodshot and still relentlessly attacking him.

He cursed several times, but Zhenyuan Shenjun responded with a cold laugh.

Zhenyuan Shenjun's injuries can be healed, but there are no medical masters in the world who can heal Zhunti Jiaozhu. Zhunti Jiaozhu will definitely take longer to recover.

Once the Zhunti Sect Leader is defeated and his injuries are healed by Zhang Xuezhou, he will only need to face the Jieyin Sect Leader when he visits again.

Zhenyuan Shenjun had calculated everything clearly in his mind, and he was not about to let go of the opportunity.

"Master, are you calling me?"

The Howling Celestial Dog leaped back and forth in the distance, barking wildly at the Zhunti Sect Leader.

"Yang Jian, your dog has some skill. If it bites my opponent's foot, I'll use the Soul-Cleansing Wine to cure your poison!"

The leader of the Zhunti Sect fought back and forth, and finally began to pull out the weakest cultivator on the field.

Yang Jian's dog had a hard time gaining a foothold among cultivators, but its ability to bite was top-notch, and it had helped Yang Jian kill enemies many times in the past.

At this moment, the leader of the Zhunti Sect was somewhat outmatched by Zhenyuan Shenjun, and could only try his best to pull together the people who were helping him. He called out, and Yang Jian nodded. Then he gave a loud order, but there was a very obvious misalignment when he was instructing Xiaotian Dog to charge.

The leader of the Zhunti Sect saw the Howling Celestial Dog rushing in from a distance, barking wildly, and then charging towards Zhang Xuezhou and the others who were passing by nearby.

"You're turning in the wrong direction!"

The leader of the Zhunti Sect looked at Yang Jian, who was reaching out to command the Howling Celestial Dog, and felt that Yang Jian's soul problem was very serious, as he even made a mistake in commanding the dog.

"I apologize, my eyes can't keep up with the pace of your fighting. I'll try my best to study the Heart Sutra of the Buddha's disciples and try to wake up as soon as possible!"

Yang Jian sat cross-legged, his body contorted.

Zhang Xuezhou gave him an opportunity to join the Western Religion camp. Not only did Yang Jian understand this, but even Xiaotianquan (the Celestial Hound) was well aware of it.

Both sides are talking nonsense, and their cooperation is chaotic. They are destroying whatever the leader of the Zhunti Sect needs.

A ray of psychic energy appeared behind his head, and he kept twisting his body to promote the growth of his psychic energy.

"I have mastered the first six levels of the Heart Sutra, but I am struggling to advance to the seventh. I hope the two leaders can offer me some guidance so that I can resolve this matter of the poisoned wine staining my soul. I am not capable, but if I can cure the poisoned wine, I will seek revenge on that villain!"

"Neither born nor dying, the three paths are in motion; with all energy and spirit, boundless compassion prevails; in emptiness and stillness, nature naturally follows change; true nature acts as it is!"

Yang Jian repeatedly pushed the Prajna Heart Sutra, attempting to break through to the seventh level but failing. Finally, the Master of the Guiding Sect in the Blood Transformation Box spoke up, completing the missing content of the seventh level.

The two leaders could control many monks, but how could they control a great cultivator like Yang Jian with the Prajna Heart Sutra at the seventh level?

The leader of the Jieyin Sect had no choice but to do a favor by directly releasing the control over the seventh level and explaining the key missing content of the seventh level of the Heart Sutra.

As he began to recite, a bright moon appeared behind Yang Jian's mind, unlike Zhang Xuezhou's mental power which only emitted light.

"Yang Jian is truly a prodigy in cultivation!"

If someone can reach the pinnacle of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts within three years, it wouldn't be surprising if such a cultivator progressed faster in other arts.

Yang Jian's rapid mastery of the Heart Sutra did not arouse any suspicion; in fact, the other party continued to promote the Heart Sutra.

"What a wonderful method! My eyes are indeed not so blurry anymore, and my head is no longer as heavy as iron!" Yang Jian exclaimed. "Once I break through the Heart Sutra in one go and return to my normal body completely!"

Yang Jian's cultivation speed was extraordinary; he broke through the seventh level of the Heart Sutra in a short time and then advanced to the eighth level.

Ordinary people rarely have the potential to achieve such a breakthrough, but Yang Jian's ability to do so is both unexpected and understandable.

Seeing that the other party continued to push upwards rapidly, the Guide Master had no choice but to complete the eighth level of the Heart Sutra.

"For the sake of entering the immeasurable Dharma of all Buddhas, and for the sake of abandoning the afflictions of birth and death accumulated by the faculties of countless sentient beings, I cultivate immeasurable roots of virtue. With such a mind of right view, the merits performed by a Bodhisattva are in accordance with the perfections, the four means of attraction, the four immeasurable minds, and the methods that aid Bodhi!"

He pointed out the missing parts of the Heart Sutra, and whether Yang Jian could successfully break through it depended on whether he truly possessed the same formidable talent as he had a thousand years ago.

"The seventh level can clear your mind, and the power of the Prajna Heart Sutra on the eighth level is several times greater than that of the seventh level. It can definitely cure the poisoned wine!"

Even though the Zhunti Sect Leader was somewhat surprised, as long as Yang Jian returned to normal and could temporarily target Zhang Xuezhou and the others, thus allowing the Jieyin Sect Leader to break free of the treasure, he felt that such an effort was worthwhile.

The Heart Sutra is not a scripture that can greatly increase combat power upon successful cultivation. Most people cannot even multitask and cannot match mental power with combat. Forcing its use will only affect their strength. Even the leader of the Zhunti Sect is not afraid that Yang Jian's cultivation will suddenly reach a great level and he will be unable to control it.

He solemnly pointed out Yang Jian's physical condition. After only a short while of fighting, the bright moon of spiritual energy behind Yang Jian's head appeared, its shape shifting uncertainly. He felt that the factor that would trigger a change in the battle had finally appeared.