Chapter 372: 80: Two Monks Rush to Help, The Struggle of Devil Sect_2

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Chapter 372: 80: Two Monks Rush to Help, The Struggle of Devil Sect_2

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The saber intent seemed like strands of thread, and in just a moment, countless slashes were made, directly cutting several giant corpses into pieces, making it impossible for them to stand back up.

After doing this, Demonbred Gu Fan showed no expression and immediately issued an order, instructing the surrounding devil cultivators to attack the Corpse Race and Ghost Race.

Upon seeing Gu Fan’s skill, the Wood-Element Corpse King was somewhat surprised: “The Heavenly Devil World has some great talents, actually cultivating so many strong geniuses.”

The Heavenly Devil World was famous during the Middle Ages, after all, it was a world created by ancient gods. However, it declined rapidly after that battle, with the Devil Lord being sealed in the Immortal World and the Heavenly Devils gradually fading away.

“If we want to gain a foothold in Central State, we must take this city. This principle is not only understood by your Devil Sect!”

The Wood-Element Corpse King decided to take action personally. He extended his arm and the corpse wrapping cloth on his hand emitted dazzling runes, becoming longer and thicker as it wrapped around Gu Fan.

“Ding!”

Gu Fan’s slash had no effect and produced a clashing sound.

It showed that the corpse wrapping cloth was indeed very strong.

“Amitabha, since it belongs to the netherworld, there is no need to create more suffering in the human world.”

A chant of Buddha resounded, attracting both parties’ attention.

From the direction of the street, two monks, one fat and one thin, emerged.

The first was a round-headed monk wearing a red kasaya and muddy grass shoes. With every step he took, a golden lotus formed beneath his feet, emanating a shining golden light from above his head and having a strong, vigorous body.

He held a golden staff in one hand and a string of sarira beads in the other, spinning them unhurriedly.

The other tall and thin monk wore a blue monk robe, with a golden steel ring around his neck and a red-dragon long stick on his back.

Palm holding a treasured jar, his hands came together in prayer, his face showing indifference.

This was normal.

These deacons obeyed the command of Demonbred Situ Huan, who was planted beside every demon prince under the name of assistance but in reality, acting as a spy.

Unless faced with life and death, they would generally not take action.

Gu Fan knew this would happen beforehand and although unhappy, he didn’t get angry. With a blank expression, he ordered the surrounding devil cultivators: “What are you waiting for? These two monks are challenging the dignity of our Devil Sect, and killing them is not enough to vent our anger. Hurry up and slaughter them!”

The devil cultivators hesitated but eventually rushed forward.

Various magical weapons and methods were unleashed continuously, but Monk Fu Hu remained calm and unhurried, chanting softly under his breath.

Soon after, a series of golden tadpole-like scriptures surrounded Monk Fu Hu, forming a solid golden barrier around him.

Then, Monk Fu Hu swung his Chan Staff, unleashing an overwhelming Buddha qi that sent the devil cultivators flying and vomiting blood.

“Sinful, my bad. Well, don’t blame me for being impolite then.”

As if he were a smiling tiger, Monk Fu Hu boasted after gaining an advantage. Stepping on the dragon and tiger, lotuses blossomed under his feet with every step, aiming an attack at Gu Fan’s position.

At the same time, the Wood-Element Corpse King controlled more than a dozen armored corpses, forming a battle formation and charging towards Monk Cang Long.

Though they could only exert the power of the Golden Core Realm, the numerous corpses formed a formation that could besiege those cultivators in the Rebirth Realm.

Monk Cang Long moved lightly, leaving a series of after-images behind, while simultaneously brandishing the Immortal-ordered Universe Ring and smashing it with the stick.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

A series of explosions sounded.

Fourteen battle corpses were struck by the Universe Ring, causing them to fly backward. Simultaneously, they were hit by the cast dragon stick and fell to the ground. With each swing, the stick flickered with a red light.