C314 Buddha pearl

The next morning, on a wide grassland near the True Spirit Fruit tree, the Devil Dao disciples and the Heluo Sect disciples were facing each other from a distance.

He Konghe took a step forward, and said loudly: "Brother Wang, are you guys ready?"

Wang Tong chuckled: "I'm ready, please make the arrangements, Brother He."

He Konghe smiled slightly, "Then I won't be courteous." Pointing forward, He Konghe said: "There is a flat land in front of us. This place is the same distance as yours and me, we can use this as a stage.

The main purpose of this move was to prevent anyone from disturbing the competition. If one party were to enter the battle arena during the competition, or if one party speaks out a warning to their cultivators, the other party would have the right to stop the other party and decide that the party who interferes with the competition loses. "

Wang Tong nodded his head, and said: "Brother He's words are reasonable, whoever interferes will be deemed to have lost."

He Konghe said in a deep voice: "According to the agreement between my respected master and Senior Liu, this competition is not an ordinary competition. Seven matches, four victories, split into two rounds of Late Foundation Building Period.

Three rounds of Middle Foundation Building Period, two rounds of Early Foundation Building Period, with the final victor obtaining the True Spirit Fruit, the loser is not to be pestered with, I wonder if Brother Wang has any objections? "

Wang Tong solemnly nodded his head, and said: "Since it is Master and Senior Yu's arrangement, us juniors will definitely not have any objections, I only hope that the loser will understand himself, and will not do something like snatching."

"Haha." He Konghe laughed loudly, "Brother Wang, don't worry. You and I are both reputable figures in the cultivation world, and Master and Senior Liu are even more famous. If Brother Wang has no more objections, let the competition begin, how about it? "

"Alright," Wang Tong clapped his hands and praised, "In the first round of the competition between Late Foundation Building Period cultivators, let me first experience Brother He's absolute arts." Before the competition, Wang Tong had already decided that he would be the first one to go up, in hopes of winning.

He instructed the rest of the people, regardless of who dies, they must listen to the arrangements of the senior with the highest ranks, and persevere on, snatching the True Spirit Fruit s.

"Ha ha", He Konghe had already expected that the first fight between the leaders of the two sides would be unavoidable, but just as he was prepared to fly towards the martial arts arena, a human figure flew past quickly and quickly landed on the stage.

He Konghe looked carefully, and saw that it was his third junior, Wu Ru. He heard Wu Ru say in a deep voice: "Wang Tong, I am third disciple, Wu Ru. I am here to seek guidance."

Since Wu Ru was already in the competition grounds, He Konghe could not take another step, if not, it would be interfering with the competition and making our side lose. As such, He Konghe could only sigh, silently cheering for Wu Ru, hoping that he could win.

Wang Tong did not care about who his opponent was. No matter who it was, he would win this round. His body flickered, Wang Tong quickly arrived at the competition grounds, and bowed to Wu Ru: "I am Wang Tong, and am sorry to trouble you, brother Wu."

The two stood a few dozen feet apart on the martial stage. They stared at each other and began their first match.

The Devil Dao disciples and Heluo Sect disciples outside the stage, stared at Wu Ru and Wang Tong who were standing on the stage, silently cheering for the cultivators on their side.

Wu Ru let out a cold snort and held up a mourning stick. The hand seals continuously changed, and from the mourning stick flew out a black mist, which gradually covered the entire training grounds. From within the black mist, ghostly wails and wolfish howls came out, causing one's heart to tremble.

Wang Tong looked at the change in front of him with a serious expression. Devil Dao Disciple's technique was indeed special, but Wang Tong was not afraid. With a wave of his hand, a purple-gold staff whizzed out. It glowed with a golden light, as if a golden sun had risen into the night sky, instantly dispersing the black mist.

Soon, the purple golden staff collided with the staff, producing a crisp sound. The two clashed back and forth in the air, neither giving in to the other. After a while, the black gas circled around the golden light and dyed the purple-gold staff black. After a while, the golden light flashed within the black mist and forced the staff to slowly retreat.

This Wailing Stick's power was extremely great, even fighting with someone of the same level as it would help him obtain the advantage, even second senior brother He Konghe would not be able to easily receive it, he never expected that it would actually be easily received by the purple gold rod.

In fact, it was said that there was no limit to evil, and Devil Dao disciples were most afraid of encountering buddhist disciples.

The purple gold rod in Wang Tong's hand was crafted by a cultivator. Although it couldn't be called a buddhist weapon, it still contained a hint of buddhist nature, and the metal element had a certain restraining effect on demonic qi and ghost qi, which was why it was able to be in a stalemate with the mourning staff.

Wu Ru took a deep breath as he commanded the Wailing Stick to fight with the purple-gold rod. At the same time, he took out several magic tools from his storage pouch and threw them into the air.

The six black daggers spiraled in the air, releasing streams of black mist, quickly forming a skull shape, releasing terrifying cries, roaring towards Wang Tong.

Wang Tong's expression changed, he did not expect Wu Ru to have another set of enchanted tools, he only needed to control the Twin Swords in his hand, and he would be able to control them to attack him. The six short swords formed into skulls with frightening momentum. It seemed as if their power was extremely great.

"Hiss!" Wang Tong bellowed, and a golden blade flew out from his body, fiercely slashing at the skull. The skull in the air released two black lines as thick as arms, they struck the golden blade and sent it flying several meters away.

After receiving this blow, the golden blade immediately became dull. Black lines wrapped around the blade's body, corroding the golden blade's spirit. The skull that repelled the golden blade let out a sinister laugh, and continued to attack Wang Tong.

Wang Tong's expression changed, he did not expect the skull to be so powerful, the golden blade was unable to last even a single round.

Wang Tong pointed to the golden blade in the air that was wrapped up by the black lines. With a tremble of the golden blade, it shone with a golden light and immediately scattered the black lines. However, this golden blade alone was unable to stop the skull. It seemed that he would have to use that magic tool.

Wang Tong pointed with his finger and retracted the golden blade. Then, he solemnly took out a string of buddhist beads from his storage pouch. Perhaps because it had met its natural enemy, the buddhist beads suddenly flew into the air and instantly wrapped around the skull, emitting waves of buddhist light.

Buddhist items? Wu Ru groaned in his heart, looks like the other party had prepared a lot for this competition, to actually have a buddhist artifact that was specialized in restraining Devil Dao. Buddhist items were actually magical items used by buddhist disciples who had cultivated in buddhist abilities. These magical items were known as the bane of Devil Dao.

Seeing the buddhist beads cover the skull and gradually gain the upper hand, Wang Tong finally heaved a sigh of relief. This pearl of Buddhist light was a buddhist treasure that Master had given him, and it was for this martial competition.

Treasures borrowed specifically from the Foshan Temple, cannot be used unless one has Late Foundation Building Period. Although the power was a bit great, the mana consumption was extremely large. It seemed that he had to finish the battle quickly.

Wang Tong bellowed, only to see the purple gold rod emitting a dazzling gold light, and fiercely smashing down towards the Wailing Stick.

The Wailing Stick charged forward and with a "hong" sound, the two weapons heavily collided against each other. In the end, the purple golden rod was still better than the other, sending the Sobbing Rod flying several meters away. The Wailing Stick wailed as it trembled and floated above Wu Ru.

The purple-gold staff that repelled the Wailing Stick did not take the opportunity to chase after Wang Tong. Instead, it circled in the air for a while before returning to Wang Tong's spatial bag. Wang Tong, who did not need to split his attention to fully direct the Buddhist Light Bead, gradually became smaller in the air, and caused the skull to howl continuously.

The loss of the Wailing Stick caused Wu Ru's heart to tremble. When he saw that the skull was in a disadvantageous position, Wu Ru's expression changed. With a wave of his hand, Wu Ju kept his Mourning Stick and prepared to use all of his strength to command his skull to fight against Wang Tong.

As expected, the two Late Foundation Building Period s who were fully controlling a magic tool were extremely powerful. Due to Wang Tong's sudden increase in strength, the skull, which was the size of an adult's head before, became half its original size.

Under the full command of Wu Ru, the skull within the Pearl of Buddha suddenly let out a series of sinister laughter, causing people's hearts to become restless as the Spiritual Strength scurried about.

Caught off guard, Wang Tong's mind trembled, and took the chance to laugh. It messed up the command the Spiritual Strength had given to the buddhist light pearl, and with a "sou" sound, the skull in the air took the opportunity to exit the buddhist light pearl, opening its sinister mouth wide and biting towards Wang Tong.

Wang Tong suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood, regaining consciousness. Facing the black hole on the skull, Wang Tong bellowed and changed the hand sign. The buddhist light beads in the air exploded into dozens of fist sized round beads, with golden light flashing, the sound of the buddhist music curling up.

Dozens of beads lined up in a row, and like a ball, they shot towards the skull like lightning bolts.

The bead hit the skull and made a metallic sound. Facing the bead's attack, the skull seemed to be afraid, and even before the bead came flying over, it had already retreated a little, and when the bead hit its body, the skull would let out a whining sound.

As he continuously retreated, the black gas on the skull dispersed. When the eighth bead hit the skull, the skull let out a miserable cry. The black gas was scattered, and it seemed like it could collapse at any time.

At this time, the battle had already reached its climax. Wang Tong clenched his teeth and used all his strength to command the Buddhist light bead to strike at the skull. As he had exhausted a lot of his mana, Wang Tong's forehead was already covered in sweat.

Wang Tong was the same, and Wu Ru, who was at a disadvantage, was even more miserable, because the skulls were being hit consecutively and the Buddhist Light Bead was also being attacked every time it attacked.

They all infused a strand of Buddhist music into the black dagger, causing the twin swords in Wu Ru's hands to tremble as they let out a frightening sound. Wu Ru looked as if he had just been washed. His face was covered in sweat and was completely pale.

Ah!" Wu Ru yelled. With a fierce look in his eyes, he waved his hand and cut off two of his fingers and threw them into the skull's mouth.

Taking the two fingers, the skull chewed for a while and then let out a ghostly cry. It suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed the buddhist bead that was coming at it.