Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 183 Fierce Battle

"What is this sound?"

The disciples also heard the sound and listened carefully.

But before three breaths had passed, everyone was suddenly awakened, and out of fear they temporarily blocked their hearing.

But it was the sound of chanting that caused their minds to fall into silence involuntarily...

Chen Mu on the field had noticed something was wrong long before everyone else, so he immediately used his mind to resist.

At the same time, he also cast several Fu Bo water-drawing spells, raising water prisons to entangle with the several golden lights.

The golden horse fell into the water prison, just like entering a muddy swamp. It felt weak and powerless, and could not break out of the water prison for a while.

"Fortunately, my Fubo Water Diversion Technique has reached perfection. Otherwise, it would be impossible to stop this inexplicable golden light with just a few intermediate spells..."

Chen Mu pondered inwardly, but his hands did not stop moving.

He put his two fingers together and pointed outwards. There was a clear "swoosh" sound, and the Zhaokong Sword drew a long rainbow and rushed out, slashing towards He Shan on the opposite side.

He Shan frowned slightly, and the technique of his hands suddenly changed.

The next moment, a golden energy ring surged out from his body.

"Ding!"

With a slight sound, the Zhaokong Sword was suddenly bounced away by the golden air ring before it got close.

He Shan also took a big step forward with the energy ring and reached out to grab the Zhaokong Sword!
Chen Mu felt a little strange when he saw this. He Shan's set of magic movements that were as smooth as flowing water were exactly the same as the talisman sword technique he used when he faced the cultivator from Zi Fenglin before.

"I'm not a swordsman, so what if you snatch it away from me?"

Having said that, Chen Mu naturally wouldn't really let it go.

He just put his hands together and clapped them lightly, then performed the Xuanyuan Mist Dragon Technique!
Two cloud dragons immediately rushed forward at a speed far exceeding He Shan's ability.

He Shan's expression remained unchanged, but his body suddenly retreated, leaving behind a shadow of a Buddha statue.

"Clang!"

Two loud noises echoed slowly, and the dragon's body gradually dissipated, turning into clouds and mist that filled the entire place.

The shadow of the Buddha statue also had cracks all over it, and it collapsed and scattered in two breaths.

Seeing this, He Shan frowned, as if he didn't expect that Chen Mu's spell was so powerful that it could compete with the top-level Buddhist spells that he had painstakingly cultivated.

"This person's magic skills are quite good. It's not appropriate to use your own weaknesses to attack his strengths..."

He made up his mind, slapped the storage bag on his waist, took out a fist-sized transparent stone bead, and threw it into the air.

In an instant, the stone bead transformed into a lifelike golden lion beast, majestic and imposing.

At this moment, it was lying next to He Shan, just like a guardian beast under the Buddha statue.

"go with!"

He Shan gave a light shout, and the golden lion beast immediately ran towards Chen Mu with its fangs and claws bared.

Seeing this, Chen Mu's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the swirling mist spreading above the arena.

"Gather!"

As soon as he uttered a word, the clouds in the sky suddenly condensed into one, transforming into a cloud dragon that was several times larger than before. It swooped down and fought with the lion beast.

Before Chen Mu finished calculating, the technique in his hands suddenly changed, and his whole body suddenly lit up with aqua-blue light.

In an instant, streams of water-blue sword energy rapidly surged out of his body and slashed towards He Shan opposite him.

Seeing this, the disciples watching suddenly remembered the last fight, when Chu Li's sword shone brightly...

"The sword light is bright! Fellow Daoist Chen is also a sword cultivator?"

But after they carefully examined it, they found that the water-blue sword beams were sword energy, not sword light.

There's only one letter difference between the two, but their effects are worlds apart...

Chen Mu was naturally very clear about these common sense, so this time he cast the spell only because he was inspired by Chu Li's bright sword light.

That aqua-blue sword energy was his Chonglang sword technique that had reached perfection.

At the same time, in front of the palace.

Xiao Jingyuan stared at the aqua-blue sword energy for a long time, frowning slightly as he spoke, "Fellow Daoist Qin, including the water prison spell just now, your disciple now possesses two mid-level spells that have reached perfection. Furthermore, I saw that the high-level defensive spell he summoned at the beginning has also been cultivated to the great perfection realm."

These words also attracted the attention of Liu Cheng and others who were resting with their eyes closed.

A female cultivator surnamed Xu from Yuehua Mountain said, "For an ordinary disciple at his level, achieving perfection in a spell is no mean feat... It seems that Fellow Daoist Qin's disciple has quite the talent for magic!"

"Haha... Chen Mu has indeed worked hard on the art of magic." Sect Leader Qin smiled indifferently, but did not answer the question about talent.

Everyone shook their heads and chuckled, knowing that Sect Leader Qin didn't want to say more, so they didn't ask any further questions.

Back on the field, the water-blue sword energy was completely absorbed by the string of Buddhist beads thrown by He Shan. And it didn't stop there. After absorbing the sword energy, within two breaths, the Buddhist beads began to spin rapidly, shooting out water-blue sword energy that was exactly the same as before.

But this time, it was coming towards Chen Mu.

Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, and he quickly used his magic power, but found that the water-blue sword energy was out of his control.

Looking at the approaching aquamarine sword energy, he could only summon several crystal water shields to block it. "This time, it feels like I'm shooting myself in the foot..."

"Clap clap clap..."

There was a series of sounds of water colliding, the water-blue sword energy dissipated, and the crystal water shield no longer existed.

Looking at the Buddhist beads artifact opposite, Chen Mu once again tentatively ejected a water blade.

Before the water blade got close, it was absorbed by the Buddhist beads, and then in the blink of an eye, another water blade was spit out and rushed towards Chen Mu.

"no……"

Chen Mu frowned and waved his hand to create a water shield to block the Mirror Water Blade Technique.

When He Shan saw this, he sneered, placed the Buddhist beads in front of his chest, and then strode forward with golden aura surrounding him.

"Bang bang bang!"

As the footsteps approached, Chen Mu's heart tightened and he no longer hesitated.

He just slapped the storage bag lightly, and suddenly a mysterious yellow light flew out into the air.

When the spiritual light disappeared, a magical weapon in the shape of a dark yellow flower basket was revealed.

Seeing this, He Shan stopped and, facing this magical instrument he had never seen before, he did not dare to be careless and used all his strength to control the Buddhist beads on his chest.

Chen Mu let out a light breath, and all the magic power in his body suddenly surged. He stretched out his hand and pointed directly at the Buddhist beads.

“Huh…Huh!”

In a flash, the wind blew up above the arena!
He Shan frowned slightly, feeling a little puzzled, and didn't notice the danger.

His eyes turned, and just as he was about to speak to test Chen Mu, he suddenly felt the Buddhist beads on his chest begin to shake.

"not good!"

He quickly mobilized all his magical powers to try to suppress the changes in the Buddhist beads.

However, his magic power, which was usually widely used, failed to work this time. The Buddhist beads still flew into the flower basket in circles. No matter how he controlled them, he could not stop them.

This strange change also caused everyone to exclaim in surprise, and some disciples with shallow knowledge shouted:
"What's happening here?"

"Is that flower basket a magical weapon?"

"How can there be a magical instrument with such an effect!"

……

Chen Mu naturally didn't have the time to explain to them. At this moment, he was busy striking while the iron was hot and not letting anyone off the hook!

He just put his hands together and pointed, and the Zhaokong Sword circled around and slashed towards He Shan.

Caught off guard, He Shan was distracted for a moment and managed to block the attack of the flying sword, but the sharp sword energy that followed still hit him.

"puff!"

He Shan spat out a mouthful of blood and his whole body retreated dozens of steps before he finally stabilized himself.

"call out!"

The Zhaokong Sword turned around and headed towards He Shan again. It looked like it would not stop attacking unless He Shan stepped down or admitted defeat.

"What should I do! I can't lose!"

Recalling what Jin Yetian had told him, He Shan showed a hint of fear.

"If I lose..."

Looking at the rapidly approaching Zhaokong Sword, He Shan, who was originally extremely anxious, suddenly calmed down strangely, and a faint golden light gradually emanated from his body.

Then, he slowly raised his eyes, revealing a faint smile on his face. Strangely, despite his youth, his smile exuded a kind and benevolent aura. It also seemed to possess a magical power that calmed the hearts and minds of all the monks who saw his smile...

Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, and he felt something was wrong, but he didn't bother to think too much and used all his strength to drive the Zhaokong Sword to cut forward.

"Ding!"

With a slight sound, the Zhaokong Sword came to an abrupt stop and stopped in the air in front of He Shan.

What blocked it was a huge golden hand.

To be precise, it was two fingers of the palm that clamped the blade of the Zhaokong Sword, making it unable to move.

The palm lines are clear, making the palm look extremely realistic.

"This is?"

Chen Mu's brows furrowed even tighter.

At this time, in front of the palace.

Several foundation-building monks also looked at the golden palm with different expressions.

Among them, Liu Cheng's face was filled with anger, and he couldn't help but shout loudly on the spot:
“Great Buddha Hand!…Jin Ye Tian, ​​how dare you!”

(End of this chapter)