Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 180: Shadow of Buddha Statue
The sky was covered with dark clouds, a north wind began to blow, and the light of the sky gradually darkened with the wind.

Niu Dali and Heshan stood opposite each other in silence.

Looking at the person in front of him who was smiling with his eyes downcast, Niu Dali frowned, his eyes flickered, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

After a moment, Zhang Laodao shouted with a serious expression, and the light curtain of the arena rose.

"The competition begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Niu Dali threw the black bull statue the size of a stone bench backhand, and it suddenly hung in the air, shooting out a black beam of light as thick as his arm.

But he didn't even try again, and directly used his most powerful method!
In a blink of an eye, his entire body was covered in black smoke, emitting a strong murderous aura, and the shadow of the pair of horns reappeared intact.

"kill!"

Niu Dali shouted loudly, staring at He Shan in front of him with his red eyes, and raised his fist to strike at the air.

I saw a black gas as thick as a bowl suddenly burst out from the fist with great force.

He Shan did not dodge, but with a slight change of expression, he summoned several streaks of golden light to block in front of him.

“Sizzle!…”

There was a sound like the explosion of a pot of hot oil being poured onto ice, and wisps of green smoke suddenly rose where the black gas and the golden light came into contact.

Niu Dali remained unmoved and continued punching with the same ferocity.

"Boom boom boom..."

After several sounds, the arena was suddenly shrouded in black air, leaving only a faint golden light in a corner of the arena.

"Fellow Daoist Niu is truly astonishingly powerful. He suppressed Fellow Daoist He right after he came up."

"I just don't know what kind of magic Fellow Daoist Niu is using. It looks so powerful and extraordinary. I want to practice it!"

"Mighty and powerful? Why do I feel something strange and eerie..."

The field was temporarily shrouded in black air, and the surrounding disciples immediately found the right moment to start a discussion.

But before they could say a few words, the situation on the stage suddenly reversed.

The golden light that was originally trapped in a corner, perhaps due to He Shan's full strength, began to gradually expand to the surroundings.

At the same time, the terrifying black gas was retreating step by step and shrinking uncontrollably towards Niu Dali.

For a moment, black gas and golden light occupied the entire arena. Judging from the degree of confrontation, if it were not for the restraint of the light curtain, it might have spread out long ago.

Seeing this, Chen Mu's heart moved, and he vaguely guessed Niu Dali's thoughts.

Knowing he was injured and had no hope of winning, he went all out, probably trying to force He Shan to reveal some of his hidden cards so he could find a way to counterattack...

Thinking of this, Chen Mu's eyes focused and he stared at the field carefully.

Shrouded in black air, Niu Dali saw the dazzling golden light from the opposite side gradually encroaching on him.

"I can't waste my time with him like this..."

Niu Dali's mind changed slightly, and he let out a low shout, taking all the black air that filled half of the ring into his body. Then he suddenly clenched his fists, stepped heavily on the ground, and rushed towards He Shan quickly.

Before the person arrived, his right hand had already formed a fist, carrying a rolling murderous aura around it, and hit directly at the thin figure in the golden light.

This punch was extremely simple, without any changes.

If the low-level disciples in the audience were to watch, they would probably wonder why he punched like that.

Only those who have faced it can understand that this punch is as heavy as a mountain!

He Shan realized something was wrong. When Niu Dali's fist was approaching, he quickly retracted the golden light and crossed his hands. The golden light turned into a square mirror that blocked his way.

"boom!"

A loud bang suddenly made everyone's expression change.

The square mirror suddenly shattered, scattered everywhere, and turned into a faint golden light that gradually dissipated.

However, Niu Dali's mountain-like fist was only slightly slower in speed, but it was still heading towards He Shan's face.

He Shan's calm expression finally changed, and he started muttering to himself.

In an instant, the shadow of a Buddha statue about a foot in size appeared in the air.

A sound like the ringing of a bell was heard, and Niu Dali stopped.

"Top-level spell..."

Chen Mu, who had been watching, frowned suddenly when he saw the shadow of the Buddha statue, and murmured in his heart.

Although he couldn't tell if this spell had any other effects, he could tell its grade from the surrounding spiritual energy...

When the shadow of the Buddha statue appeared, many foundation-building monks in front of the hall all looked at Jin Ye Tian silently.

"Where did Jin Guanggu get so many Buddhist techniques..."

Back on the court, Niu Dali looked at He Shan, who was less than five steps away from him, shook his head and sighed.

Just a little bit...

"Humph!"

He Shan suppressed the surging feelings in his heart, and his previously calm temperament showed a rare change.

However, he showed a hint of anger, and immediately swung out a streak of golden light, which rolled towards Niu Dali in front of him.

"I surrender!"

Just as the golden light arrived, Niu Dali spoke decisively.

The punch just now seemed so powerful that it made He Shandu feel unstable.

But he knew that in his current condition, he could not throw a second punch.

"Brother Chen, I tried my best..."

Zhang Laodao waved his hand lightly, and the rapidly approaching golden light instantly dissipated.

"Jin Guanggu, He Shansheng."

"Hahaha...Okay, okay!"

Perhaps it was because he cared too much about the result, which caused Jin Yetian, a foundation-building cultivator who was over a hundred years old, to laugh out loud without caring about the occasion.

"Junior Brother He, please go down quickly and take a good rest!"

Seeing this, Sect Leader Qin shook his head and said nothing, but a strange color flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he was obviously thinking about something.

Zhang Laodao sneered expressionlessly.

After seeing Niu Dali bowing to him, his expression relaxed and he nodded: "Go."

Niu Dali nodded in agreement, then turned around and walked off the stage. Judging from his nonchalant manner, it seemed as if he had no regrets at all.

After coming to stand beside Chen Mu, he immediately sent a voice message: "Can you see clearly?"

Chen Mu nodded calmly and said, "Top-level spell."

"Oh? You were so busy swinging your fists that I didn't sense it... How's it going? Are you confident?"

Looking at Niu Dali's pretending casual look, Chen Mu nodded and smiled: "Don't worry."

After two consecutive fights in the inner sect arena, only Chen Mu and He Shan are left, and they are only one round away from the top spot.

We should have struck while the iron was hot and let them decide the winner directly so as to determine the leader of the inner sects of the six sects.

But according to the order, it should be the battle for the leader of the true inheritance.

Besides, Chu Li and Jiang Cheng have been waiting for a long time...

As time passed, the sky grew darker, partly because it was almost dusk, and partly because...

Chen Mu looked up at the thick clouds that kept rolling in and muttered, "It's going to snow."

Fortunately, a moment later, Taoist Zhang received a signal from Sect Leader Qin, and he rose and landed in the middle of the arena, shouting, "The battle for the top spot in the True Transmission Championship! Chu Li of the Sword Pavilion and Jiang Cheng of the Purple Maple Forest, please take the stage immediately!"

(End of this chapter)