I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 516 Warm-up Battle

The thunder in the Crimson Palace was extremely strong and yang, generating metal and fire, which created a strong conflict with the ghostly aura that filled the area.

Just as hot oil was poured into water, the extremely yin ghost energy began to boil and evaporate wildly, while the power of thunder showed no signs of weakening.

The rapidly expanding ghostly energy triggered a violent explosion, which then collided further with the lightning. Under this clash of yin and yang, the armored Arhat within it felt as if his entire body was being scorched and boiled.

The chilling ghostly energy continuously eroded his golden body of merit. Under normal circumstances, a simple Buddhist chant would be enough to shake off the ghostly energy. However, at this moment, whenever the armored Arhat dispersed the ghostly energy that was entangling him, the power of thunder would immediately surge up, as if it were trying to seize territory from the ghostly energy, frantically washing over the areas that the ghostly energy had just eroded.

The armored Arhat felt as if he were a block of solid ice or a rock, with the ghostly aura like a chisel and the thunder like dynamite.

Even if attacked with axes and chisels, the golden body's resistance will allow it to be overcome in a short time.

Bombardment with explosives has little effect on massive rocks.

But at this moment, the collision of ghostly energy and thunder formed a kind of cooperation, like a chisel digging into a crack and then stuffing in explosives, revealing its destructive power that penetrates deep into the flesh.

With just a simple combination of spells, cracks appeared all over the armored Arhat's time-tested Vajra form in just a few breaths.

The armored Arhat was greatly alarmed. His previous contempt for the beings of the lower realm vanished in an instant, and he was also grateful for the Buddhist treasures and the channels of vows bestowed by the Buddhas.

Streams of vow power were transmitted directly down from the celestial passage, and the Vajra form on the armored Arhat suddenly expanded. The original cracks were smoothed over by this vow power, just as a cracked wall was plastered with putty and restored to its original state.

At this moment, the armored Arhat could have used this opportunity to further enhance his Vajra form, but he clearly understood that doing so would only prolong the time he had to endure the beatings.

As soon as the golden body was repaired, he stopped supplying his body with the power of his vows and instead poured it all into the Buddhist treasure staff. The golden ring trembled, like the chanting of Buddhist hymns, cleansing the soul. For a moment, the ghostly aura emanating from Mo Ying even felt as if it was about to be converted.

Mo Ying was startled by this, but Feng Xue was not surprised. With a flick of her wrist, the crimson lightning that had been continuously striking down suddenly turned dark and murky. The lightning, which was like a sharp sword, instantly transformed into a torrent of turbid water, carrying a sense of gloom and poison, and fell from Feng Xue's palm like a waterfall.

"Hey! You wretched creature, how dare you defile my sacred body!"

Seeing this, the armored Arhat dared not take it head-on. Ghostly energy was one thing, but this Yin Thunder technique was not something that could be withstood by a golden body!

With a push of his staff, the monk charged straight up like a pole vaulter, narrowly escaping the eerie Yin lightning that was pouring down like the Yellow River bursting its banks, taking advantage of the moment when the Yang lightning was cut off and the Yin lightning had not yet arrived.

"You have a good eye!"

Using Delis's body, Feng Xue was completely unconcerned about winning or losing. She acted as if she wanted to test her magic, and pointed a finger at the staff that the monk was swinging.

"Ha! You're courting death!" The monk was secretly delighted, but his expression remained unchanged. This staff was a Buddhist treasure bestowed by the Buddha, and it had been tempered by the power of vows for many years. How could it be taken by a mortal body?

With this thought in mind, he increased his strength by two points, intending to take advantage of the opponent's overconfidence and directly inject his domineering Buddhist power into the opponent's body!
"Buzz!"

The fingertips struck the staff, the sound neither like metal nor flesh, but more like a hammer striking the ground, only raising a few specks of dust. The great monk's palm went numb from the recoil. Though he couldn't understand it, he knew something was wrong and retreated swiftly.

Feng Xue intended to deliver a finishing blow, but her eyes narrowed and she suddenly stopped.

The monk retreated, but left behind a hidden mine. Feng Xue didn't know what the mine was for or whether it could harm him, but he didn't intend to try it. He simply flicked his finger, and the star surrounded by a halo shot out from his fingertip (Note ①).

That's right, the object that collided with the staff earlier was not the fingertip, but a seemingly insignificant star hovering at the fingertip!

Saturn, also known as the planet of peace, symbolizes territory and domain. Although this planet is as small as a mustard seed, it bears the fruits of many years of Yin-Yang philosophy. While it may not be as massive and profound as real stars in the universe, it carries a rich legacy of humanistic aspirations.

In another world, the power of this move would probably only be related to Feng Xue's Yuan Power output, but in this world, with the entire Underworld already under control, Feng Xue's Star-Suppressing Power carries the power of the entire Underworld.

Even the most powerful Buddhist treasures need someone to wield them. For a mere armored Arhat to attempt to shake the entire underworld is, to some extent, wishful thinking.

Seeing that the tiny star, which could disappear from sight in the blink of an eye, was already close at hand, the monk who was flying backward knew that he could not catch it head-on. He threw the alms bowl in his hand, which was originally used to grab people, forward. The alms bowl grew in the wind and in an instant it was as big as a house.

Although Feng Xue's Star-Suppressing Strike was fast and powerful, it was ultimately too small and did not have time to turn around before it crashed into the alms bowl.

"Oh ho, quite a lot of treasures. The golden bowl bestowed by Buddha, is it? Is it really the complete Fahai?" Feng Xue's mindset at this moment was not like that of a fighter. She watched helplessly as the bowl broke her spell, but she didn't care at all. With just a thought, two more stars, one red and one white, flew out from her side.

Knowing how powerful the monk was, he dared not underestimate him. He poured his vows into the alms bowl with reckless abandon, and a violent suction force swept out, as if it wanted to swallow Feng Xue and the two stars into it.

Seeing this, Li Xing, who had been secretly watching from afar, had already drawn his sword. However, when he noticed the aura of the white star, he forcibly stopped his flight, his face twitching slightly for a moment.

"When Mars and Venus combine, it's like a frost-covered blade soaked in blood. If you reveal even the slightest bit of your aura, this world will likely descend into chaos!"

However, Feng Xue didn't care what the onlookers thought, and the two stars carrying the power of wishes collided violently.

Unlike the planet Zhenxing, which is blessed by the underworld, these two stars, representing war and disaster, rely entirely on the power of will. Fortunately, this world is a meme system, and the cognition generated by the power of will combines with each other. On the bowl, which is like a black hole, a few rust colors have actually crept up!

The monk was horrified, but he felt a surge of power forcefully injected into his body, and for a moment, he felt a chill run down his spine.

It wasn't because he didn't know what was happening, but because he knew all too well what was happening!

"Father! I can do it! Let me try again..."

Before he could finish speaking, the monk's body suddenly turned a deep crimson gold, and the sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls seemed to fill the air. Seeing that there was still a second stage to go, Feng Xue's lips curled into a slight smile, and wisps of black smoke began to emanate from her body—

"That's more like it! Those two moves just now weren't even enough to warm me up!"

(End of this chapter)