Chapter 821 Thousand Hands Dharma
Although the power of the old man surnamed Gui's bone-eroding drill was far beyond Ye Chunyang's expectations, he was not afraid and immediately used his magic weapon.
This old monster wanted to take his life, and now he had no way to retreat, but it was still uncertain who would win in a full-strength fight.
As if he could see what he was thinking, the old man surnamed Gui showed disdain on his face, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his robe fluttered without wind, and the bone-eroding drill in his hand disappeared without a warning.
The next moment, a sharp sound of breaking wind came from his ears, and the speed was so fast that there was no trace at all.
Ye Chunyang felt a chill in his heart. This thing was invisible and shadowless, and its attack power was even stronger. It was no longer something that could be resisted by simple defense. However, with his perception that was several times higher than that of ordinary people, it was not really impossible to capture the trace of this thing. He immediately released his mind, and a trace of unusual fluctuations was fed back in his sea of consciousness.
After seeing this, Ye Chunyang cast a spell without hesitation, and the surroundings were full of fire, and the four holy pattern tripods surrounded him.
With a crisp "clang" sound, sparks flew in the field, and the bone-eroding drill appeared. Although the holy pattern tripod's light did not diminish, it was forced back several feet under the impact of this object.
Seeing that Ye Chunyang had once again resisted the attack of the bone-eroding drill without any damage, the old man surnamed Gui was surprised by three points, but he did not seem to be surprised by the result. After a low laugh, he opened and closed his hands and quickly chanted some obscure spells.
Ye Chunyang had no time to react. He saw thunder in the sky, and dark brown lightning fell from the sky and poured onto the bone-eroding drill. Then the light of this object increased greatly, and it quickly wrapped around the holy pattern tripod.
This bone-eroding drill was as thin as a gossamer and agile and elegant. After circling the Holy Pattern Cauldron, it forced the Holy Fire back into the cauldron. Then, with a loud sound of breaking through the air, it stabbed directly at Ye Chunyang's chest.
"Prepare to die, kid!"
Seeing that he had succeeded in his attack, the old man surnamed Gui laughed wildly on his face. With the speed of the bone-eroding drill, even a master of the same period could not avoid it at such a close distance, let alone a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan stage. There was no chance of survival.
But just as the old man surnamed Gui smiled, his face suddenly changed.
There was a loud rumbling sound, and the Locking Heaven Array barrier surrounding the sky was shaking at this moment. The old man looked up in surprise and saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds. A small blue-red flag shot out from Ye Chunyang's hand, and the spiritual pressure surged after it rolled up.
There were bursts of whistling winds that tore the eardrums. Ye Chunyang waved the small flag quickly, and the field was full of flying sand and rocks. The dark clouds on the sky were also pulled down by it, and fell on the bone-eroding drill with a crackling sound. It seemed that this thing was about to pierce Ye Chunyang's chest, but in an instant, the light was lost and the fluctuations disappeared.
"This is... Tongtian Lingbao!"
The old man surnamed Gui opened his eyes and wanted to burst.
From the small flag held by Ye Chunyang, he felt a spiritual pressure that he had never experienced before, which was definitely not something that ordinary spiritual treasures could have. He couldn't help but think of some records in ancient books.
However, after a closer look, the old man's eyes flashed with confusion again. He shook his head gloomily and said to himself: "No, this thing is not pure. It is not a real Tongtian Lingbao, but a replica!"
The old man surnamed Gui was extremely surprised. Although there are still some replicas of Tongtian Lingbao circulating in the world today, the number is as small as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. It is not easy to see it. Ye Chunyang actually has one. The old man's surprise can be imagined.
Looking at the bone-eroding drill on the ground that had been hit and had completely lost its spiritual light, the old man surnamed Gui had an ugly face, but he knew the power of the imitation of Tongtian Lingbao. After gritting his teeth, he didn't care about it. The spiritual light flashed around his body, and there were constant muffled sounds coming from his body.
Ye Chunyang's expression was slightly condensed. The old monster's breath at this time was a little weird, as if he was going to use some powerful magical power.
His eyes were cold. With the old man surnamed Gui's cultivation, if he really let him use some powerful means, he might not be able to deal with it. He must not give him the opportunity to cast a spell.
Thinking of this in his heart, Ye Chunyang waved the Fantasy Cloud Flag without waiting for the other party to mobilize his magic power. The dark clouds in the void rose sharply, turning into a cloud dragon several feet long and roaring down.
But a scene that shocked him appeared. He saw black fog rolling behind the old man surnamed Gui, and a strange breath diffused out. Then his figure trembled, and countless arms stretched out from the air, densely covering his back.
At the same time, the old monster's face twisted and squirmed, black gas emerged from the front, back, left and right, and nine heads emerged, puffing out clouds and mist from their mouths, looking like a human but not a human, like a demon but not a demon, giving people an extremely evil breath.
As soon as this strange deformed body took shape, it suddenly sucked hard at the long dragon sacrificed by the rolling cloud flag, and densely packed palms reached into it and stirred it frantically, actually dissolving all this attack.
The attack of this flag could not hurt it at all.
"Hehehe... Even if the imitation of Tongtian Lingbao is powerful, it depends on who uses it. With your magic power in the middle stage of Jindan, even if you can barely activate this thing, how can you be the opponent of my Thousand Hands Dharma?" Countless arms squirmed behind the old man surnamed Gui, and the nine heads made sounds at the same time, like a demon in hell, which made people shudder.
"Thousand Hands Dharma, is it the body of the Dharma of the ancient demon in the legend?" Ye Chunyang heard the old man's words and frowned slightly, as if he remembered something.
"You actually know about the Dharmakaya?" The old man surnamed Gui was surprised when he heard this.
"I am not talented, but I have read some magic books that have recorded this method, but the Dharmakaya you are practicing does not seem to be orthodox, right?" Ye Chunyang stared at the other party's demon-like body with half-closed eyes and sneered.
He had seen the Dharma Body's cultivation method by chance when he was in the Chaos Demon Realm. This method was like a body refining method, but it was not a body refining method, but it was extremely powerful. When Ye Chunyang discovered it, he had thought about practicing it, but later he found that this method could only be performed at the cost of his own essence, so he gave up the idea.
Essence is the foundation of life. Once it is consumed too much, it may reduce life. Even if this Dharma Body is more powerful, Ye Chunyang will not be tempted by it.
What's more, he has already practiced the Immortal Golden Body Art, a body refining technique, and he doesn't look down on ordinary body refining methods. Seeing this old monster perform it at this time, he was inevitably a little surprised.
However, according to his understanding, although the Dharma Body is evil, the form it performs is not like this. This old monster may have made a mistake in his practice, or he may have integrated some other methods.
However, what he didn't know was that when he said that the old man surnamed Gui's cultivation method of the Thousand Hands Dharma Body was not the orthodox Dharma Body, the other party's heart was also churning.
"This kid actually saw the problem with my Thousand-Handed Dharma Body at a glance. It seems that his understanding of the Dharma Body is not as simple as he said. Maybe he has a complete practice. I must interrogate him after I capture him."
The old man surnamed Gui had a gloomy face. His Thousand-Handed Dharma Body was indeed not an orthodox Dharma Body. It was just a part of the practice. Moreover, he accidentally made some deviations when practicing. Although this small mistake would not affect anything, it became a half-human and half-demon appearance after performing it.
For many years, the old man surnamed Gui has been trying to find a complete practice method for the Dharma Body, but he has found nothing. At this moment, hearing Ye Chunyang say this, in addition to being surprised, he was more excited.
Thinking of this, the old man's eyes flashed coldly, and he didn't mean to say anything more. After his body shook, he exhaled magic energy, and his arms behind him stretched out one after another. Under the blessing of the magic energy, they extended rapidly and rushed to grab the Fantasy Cloud Flag in Ye Chunyang's hand.
"This treasure is not bad, but it's a pity that it can't play half of its power in your hands. Let me take charge of it for you!"
This thing is a replica of the Tongtian Lingbao. Its power has long made the old man surnamed Gui covet it. It would be a great thing if he could get it.
Seeing that this old monster wanted to take the treasure from him, Ye Chunyang sneered in his heart, but did not do anything to resist. Instead, he threw the Fantasy Cloud Flag up to the other party's surprise, and hit it with several spells, allowing it to absorb spiritual power and release attacks on its own. At the same time, he slapped the Holy Pattern Cauldron with his palm, and the four cauldrons formed a spiritual cauldron formation to protect this flag.
The Fantasy Cloud Flag was originally refined by imitating the Tongtian Lingbao Rolling Cloud Flag. How could it be ordinary? Coupled with the protection of the Spirit Cauldron Formation, it was enough to defeat this old monster.
Afterwards, he pressed his abdomen like lightning, and the golden elixir in his body rotated rapidly. A series of red light flew out of the Ruins Cauldron and hovered in the air.
"Swoosh" sounded continuously, and in just a short moment, 27 rainbow lights surrounded Ye Chunyang. A closer look showed that they were 27 flying swords. The light increased dramatically under the urging of his magic formula, emitting dazzling rainbow light.
"Boy, you have so many flying swords?"
When the 27 flying swords appeared, the face of the old man surnamed Gui changed color. Ordinary people can cultivate one or two sword essences at most. How did Ye Chunyang do so many flying swords!
By now, the means displayed by Ye Chunyang have not only surprised him. A cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan can cultivate such extraordinary magical powers. There must be a big secret hidden in him.
At this time, the old man became more interested in Ye Chunyang.
Immediately, he stretched out his hand to attack the Fantasy Cloud Flag and the Holy Pattern Cauldron, and at the same time, he stretched out several arms and went straight to the flying swords that Ye Chunyang had sacrificed, wanting to take all these swords in his hands.
Ye Chunyang remained calm, and with his hands he urged the magic formula, and twenty-seven flying swords suddenly rushed into the air, with the hilts connected together like a chain. Suddenly, a vast sword cloud appeared in the entire battle circle, emitting a sharpness that could tear the sky apart.
This sword formation was the Xiaoji Sword in the Great Thousand Sword Formation that he had recently cultivated.
Feeling the spiritual power coming from this sword formation, the old man surnamed Gui changed his expression and was about to retract his arm, when suddenly a sword light like a sun slashed down.
There were several muffled "puffs", and the old man wailed, and his outstretched arm was suddenly chopped into nothingness by the twenty-seven flying swords, and the attack on the Fantasy Cloud Flag and the Holy Pattern Cauldron was also retracted.