True Immortal of Tianhe

Chapter 83 Xuanyang Spiritual Fire
This young man's clothes are very weird, and his accent is even more awkward, but the aura on his body is like burning fire cooking oil, hot and powerful, and he has reached the ninth level of Qi training.

Standing on the cauldron, this man looked down at the monks of the Vajra Sect with an extremely arrogant expression.

"The disciples of the Danyang Sect, instead of refining elixirs and making fire, are you here to imitate the Buddha and steal elixirs?" The monk's face turned gloomy, and his sinister eyes stared at the young man.

It turned out to be a disciple of Danyang Sect!
Zhao Xun, who was hiding in the dark, looked at the young man's clothes, and sure enough he saw an embroidered cauldron pattern on it. This was the logo of Danyang Gate, one of the five Immortal Sects.

Danyang Sect is an immortal sect that is proficient in the art of alchemy and cauldron. Its attainments in alchemy are the highest in the entire Tiannan Continent. Most of its disciples have water and fire spiritual roots and are extremely powerful in alchemy.However, this sect is not good at fighting. In terms of overall strength, it is at the bottom among the five immortal sects.

This person dared to show up now, just to see that the monk of the Vajra Sect had gone through a fight, his magic power was not in a good state, and he wanted to pick up the slack.

If it were normal times, the Danyang Sect would not dare to fight against the monks of the Vajra Sect.

At this time, the Vajra Sect monk stood on the spot, his body full of energy and blood, and the golden Buddha light shrouded his whole body, and he seemed to be unable to look injured.

Hearing the monk's slightly sarcastic words, the young man narrowed his narrow eyes, stared at him and looked at him, and suddenly laughed: "You don't have to fool me, does it feel bad to be injured by Shangqing Sword Qi?"

Hearing this, the face of the Vajra Sect monk changed slightly.

"Om!"

The monk's murderous intention arose in his heart, and he uttered Buddhist mantras. Golden Buddha power surged out of his body. With the blessing of the mantras, the golden wheel in his hand became even more spiritual.

This magical weapon did not have the benevolent light of Buddhism. Instead, it was filled with evil aura and fierce murderous intent. It turned into a golden light and flew towards the young man.

Seeing the monk take the lead, the young man was not surprised but happy. This showed that the monk opposite had indeed been seriously injured by the Shangqing Sect's sword energy, otherwise he would not have been in such a hurry to take action first.

He moved his hands and murmured words. The three-legged bronze cauldron under him was activated by the magic power and floated in front of him, spinning around. It was also a high-grade magic weapon.

"Boom"

The cauldron flew out quickly and collided with the golden wheel. The aura of the two magic weapons surged, and they were constantly competing!
After all, the young man was just waiting for work, and the magic power in his body was [-]% activated. However, the Vajra Sect monk had just experienced a fierce battle. Although he killed the powerful enemy, the young man was right. At this time, he was already covered with wounds. Qing Jian Qi hurt his lungs.

After taking away the Taoist priest's storage bag, he wanted to stay away from this place and find a place to rest. Who would have thought that there would be a yellow bird watching behind him.

This moment made the monk secretly complain.

Momentum is often very important in the fight between monks. In addition, the other party is a sect like Danyang Sect, which does not have very powerful fighting methods, so the monk has a feeling of luck in his heart.

But when they actually faced each other, the face of the monk from the Vajra Sect changed drastically. This young man's magic power was extremely pure, and the large cauldron magic weapon was extremely thick and powerful, making him feel like he was invincible.

"The mighty heavenly dragon, the Buddhist cassock!"

A stern look flashed on the monk's face, and then he swayed forward and reached out to tug on his cassock.

There was a golden dragon vaguely embroidered on the bright red cassock. When the monk pinched the magic formula in his hand, the cassock immediately flew into the air, and its volume increased several times, covering the entire sky.

"Ouch!" A golden dragon entangled itself on the cassock and fell down as the cassock capsized.

What a powerful Buddhist instrument!

Zhao Xun, who was behind the boulders in the barren mountains in the distance, couldn't help but be shocked. Even from such a distance, he could feel the power of the red cassock. Once trapped inside, it would be extremely difficult to break free.

The young man opposite was obviously aware of this. His expression changed drastically, and he pinched the magic formula in his hands, and two balls of cyan spiritual fire were suspended in his palms.

"Xuan Yang Spirit Fire! Quick!"

He reached out and pushed, and the two groups of green spiritual fire immediately floated out and hit the three-legged bronze cauldron.

Touching the cauldron, two groups of green spiritual fire disappeared into the cauldron in an instant, and then, a cluster of golden flames rose tremblingly from the cauldron.The temperature of this fire was extremely terrifying. As soon as it emerged from the cauldron, the surrounding air was burned and distorted.

After doing this, the young man's face turned pale, and the mana in his body was almost exhausted. He gritted his teeth and controlled the Xuanyang Spirit Fire to turn into a line of fire and rise into the sky.

A "chi" sound.

A big hole was burned out of the bright red Buddhist cassock. The entangled golden dragon screamed and turned into wisps of Buddhist power and dissipated. The cassock also dimmed, looking like it had lost its spiritual energy.

Upon seeing this, the monk of the Diamond Sect twitched twice. Unexpectedly, this disciple of the Danyang Sect had mastered a powerful spiritual fire that almost destroyed his cassock magic weapon.

This made him feel heartbroken and filled with hatred.

"Boom!"

The golden wheel rotated and collided with the cauldron, making a dull sound. The monk reached out and took the golden wheel in his hand. He took a deep breath. Suddenly, his body expanded and changed to about one foot, like a little giant.

The muscles of his naked upper body were bulging, and his originally burly body was now even more unbelievably strong.

"Roar!" He let out an angry roar, stepped on the ground with his feet, and trampled a ravine out. He stared at the young man opposite.

His footsteps stomped on the ground, and with a bang, it was like a cheetah rushing out.

"Vajra Sect Ming King Body! Xuanyang Spirit Fire, go!" Seeing the monk displaying the Vajra Sect's secret technique, the Danyang Sect man looked panicked and activated the spirit fire.

The Xuanyang Spiritual Fire flew in the air, split into three smaller groups of spiritual fires, and flew towards the monk in a triangle shape.

At the same time, he swallowed a yellow pill in his mouth, which immediately restored [-]% of his mana. He quickly activated the bronze cauldron, rotating it and crashing forward.

"bang"

The monk looked ferocious, and punched out a fist as big as a sandbag, hitting the bronze cauldron with a loud noise. The cauldron instantly became its original size and spun to the right.

The Xuanyang spiritual fire fell, and the golden Buddha light enveloped the monk's burly body. The spiritual fire burned the Buddha light and made a "sizzling" sound.

The origin of this Xuanyang Spiritual Fire was unknown, and it was extremely powerful. It burned the monk to the point of screaming and causing him unbearable pain.

"call"

The golden spiritual fire wrapped around his body, burning the monk into a burning man. He was about to be burned to death. Suddenly, a bone on his chest shone brightly, blocking the spiritual fire.

"Not good!" The Danyang Sect disciple's face turned extremely pale, and he turned around to leave.

"Crack!"

How could a monk from the Vajra Sect miss such a great opportunity? His burly body rushed forward, and he was behind the young man in an instant. He pressed the man's head with his fan-like palms and then twisted it violently.

The sound of a broken neck bone was heard, and blood flowed out from the corner of the Danyang Sect disciple's mouth, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground with his eyes open. He twitched twice and then stopped moving.

"Amitabha!"

The monk breathed a sigh of relief, sat cross-legged on the ground, chanted the Buddha's name silently, and activated the prayer beads on his chest to expel the Xuanyang spiritual fire outside the body like maggots on the tarsal bones.

Without the encouragement of the Danyang Sect disciples, the Xuanyang Spiritual Fire was like rootless duckweed, quickly dissipating in the air.

(End of this chapter)