Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 404 Narayana
The battle roared and the spiritual tide surged, but the inheritance hall remained motionless, without any sign of damage.

The black chapter and the broken small banner were thrown into the air. Yu Wenshan's eyes flashed, and he pushed the spear in his hand violently. In an instant, it shot out like an arrow from a bow, heading towards Lian Fangyuan who was standing on the crest of the wave and rushing towards him.

He used his own strength to rush towards the inheritance, intending to take it all!
"Yu Wenshan!" Lian Fangyuan's teeth were almost broken, and his chest was filled with rage. He ignored the oncoming sharp golden spear and continued to rush towards the place of inheritance in the air.

"Crazy..." Yu Wenshan sneered at the sight, but did not stop his actions.

"clang!"

Just as the golden spear was about to pierce Lian Fangyuan, a bronze bell suddenly rose between the two, growing several feet larger in the wind and protecting him firmly inside.

The bronze bell was simple and covered with rust, and looked inconspicuous, but it actually blocked Yu Wenshan's confident attack. Even the golden spear could not bear the weight and was blown hundreds of feet away by the recoil force!

Yu Wenshan's pupils shrank. He had never thought that Lian Fangyuan had such a trump card. He had never seen him reveal it before...

Fortunately, he attacked first. Even if Fang Yuan survived the golden spear attack, he was still one step behind him.

The golden hand suddenly grabbed, and the black chapter scripture and the broken small banner fell into his hand.

Yu Wenshan was delighted and was about to put the two inherited items into the storage bag.

"call!"

The golden light dissipated, but the chapter and the small banner remained in his hands.

"what happened?"

He was stunned and subconsciously wanted to try again, but at this time Lian Fangyuan, who was coming with anger, was already approaching!

Without bothering to find out the reason, he quickly withdrew and flew towards where Monk Fenxin was!
According to his thinking, as long as they joined forces with Monk Fenxin and supported each other, they would be invincible.

One person from Beiyuan was already seriously injured, and even Fang Yuan and Xiao Qiang were no match for them. Only the unexpected incident involving Chen Mu made him very worried.

After all, no one who can come here can be dismissed casually...

"Burning Heart!"

He shouted loudly, and Monk Fenxin immediately understood his intention. With a slight wave of his hand, a small group of more than ten fire crows separated and spit out pillars of fire while making "mumbling" sounds to block Lian Fangyuan's pursuit.

If nothing unexpected happened, their approach could have effectively curbed the Beiyuan cultivators. It was a pity that they still underestimated Chen Mu.

Almost at the moment when half of the fire crows flew away, Chen Mu waved his soul flag lightly, and the Yaksha and the demon head flew out quickly, all rushing towards Monk Fenxin.

He also kept moving, waving his hands together like a sword, and the evil sword crossed the sky in an instant, slashing through the air with a "chi chi" sound!

The change happened in an instant. Monk Fenxin's face changed with shock and his eyes widened. He had no time to recall the fire crows that had flown away, so he could only urge the remaining ones to pounce on them!

Yaksha raised a ferocious smile, the bat wings behind him flapped rhythmically, he raised the long fork in his hand high, and then threw it suddenly!
"Boom bang bang..."

There were a series of explosive sounds, and before several fire crows could even open their mouths to spit fire, they were pierced by the extremely fast long forks!

Suddenly, blood gushed out like pouring rain.

On the other hand, the devil's means of defeating the enemy are much more bizarre. He often appears near a fire crow in a flash of black mist. His mouth is as big as the abyss, and he swallows the fire crow silently in one gulp, and then disappears without a trace.

He appears and disappears mysteriously, and the pressure on Monk Fenxin is even greater than that on Yaksha.

In the blink of an eye, six or seven fire crows disappeared.

Monk Fenxin's eyes were bloodshot and his heart was broken. He was not only afraid of the strength of the two third-level ghost generals, but also felt sorry for those fire crows.

In order to cultivate these more than ten second-level fire crows, he stole the sect's resources and was even expelled from the temple by the abbot for this...

He originally thought that he could get a good opportunity with these fire crows, but before he even started, he lost nearly half of them!
And he was killed so easily... Looking at the two souls and one sword that continued to approach, he could only suppress the grief in his heart for the time being. He clenched his hands, and the Zen staff he had chosen in the treasure pavilion suddenly appeared.

"Die!"

He stepped heavily with one foot, his muscles erupted, and his whole body grew to more than ten feet tall. Then he jumped high, and the flying Quexie sword smashed down on his head!

"clang!"

The Zen staff was powerful and heavy, but the evil sword was like a kite with a broken string, and it flew out shakily.

Chen Mu's face darkened and he waved his hand to put away the Quexie Sword.

Today, the once sharp and unstoppable mid-level spirit sword has gradually become weaker...

Monk Fenxin shouted loudly and felt extremely happy in his heart!

He is not a martial arts practitioner, but when he was stealing the resources of his master, he learned a Buddhist magical power from the courtyard!
"Narayana, the Vajra Warrior, is truly unstoppable!"

He laughed out loud. This was the first time he used this technique to its full potential. Although he only mastered the basics, the feeling of blood rushing through his body still made him intoxicated.

"A ghost or a spirit dares to face King Kong?"

The Zen staff was swung out again, and the material of the magic weapon matched well with this kind of magical power.

The Yaksha grinned and roared, and Chen Mu could sense a hint of fear in it.

The magical powers of Buddhism do have the ability to restrain ghosts.

He frowned and no longer forced the ghosts to fight against him. Instead, he drove them towards Yu Wenshan and cooperated with Xiao Qiang to restrain him.

Seeing this, Lian Fangyuan also pressed forward, using every move to kill, just to snatch the inheritance from Yu Wenshan.

For a moment, the three battles were full of excitement, with each side having its ups and downs.

At this time, Monk Fenxin was like a mad golden bear. Chen Mu did not dare to resist him head-on, so he used the method of charging and dodging frequently.

"Brother Beiyuan, are you only capable of hiding? Do you dare to take my blow?"

After a moment, Monk Fenxin roared angrily, and the confident light in his eyes was gone, because he found that he could not touch Chen Mu at all.

Even if he locked onto his body with his spiritual sense and restricted his advance, Chen Mu could always use the Kunpeng escape technique to narrowly avoid the Zen stick.

As time went by, his magical powers were almost gone and were no longer enough to support the Buddhist supernatural powers.

"You cowardly rat, you can only run away... clang!"

The Zen stick fell down, and his body slowly shrank, as if he could no longer hold on.

Chen Mu had a blank expression on his face. He did not rush forward immediately, but stopped.

After a few breaths, the gleam in Monk Fenxin's lowered eyes dimmed, and the power he had accumulated for the final blow disappeared under Chen Mu's caution...

At this point, he hurriedly called back the remaining fire crows to protect himself, and at the same time hurriedly asked Yu Wenshan for help.

Among the six people, his strength is not the weakest. After all, he masters a Buddhist magical power and more than ten second-level fire crows. Anyone who faces him must be cautious.

It was a pity that he encountered such a chaotic battle, and his opponent was the extremely agile Chen Mu. His advantages were not brought into play at all, and most of them were worn away.

(End of this chapter)