Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1274 - 989: Blood Rain at West Lake, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms Strike a Dragon’s Face for the First Time!

Chapter 1274: Chapter 989: Blood Rain at West Lake, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms Strike a Dragon’s Face for the First Time!

It is not known when it began, but people started to like dividing things into good and bad.

Similarly, Martial World people enjoyed dividing individuals into the righteous and the demonic factions.

So, between righteousness and demonic, between good and bad, is there a possibility for a third, different faction to emerge?

This seems to be a question that most people in the Martial World rarely ponder: whether a third party exists between the righteous and the demonic, and if this third party can coexist with the former two. Is this third party the one referred to as — a divine being?

Otherwise, why would there be a creature called the Demon Dragon in the War God Temple, and why would the Demon Dragon willingly protect the War God?

With a thunderous sound shaking the heavens, accompanied by the Demon Dragon’s roar, the subterranean world once again erupted as if the sky was turning upside down. The Demon Dragon, the loyal guardian of the War God Temple, began to fight once more to protect the temple.

However, this time his opponent is no longer a single person, but a group of people, and an extremely formidable group at that. This marks the strongest crisis the Demon Dragon has faced in hundreds of years, brought about by a group of people it once considered mere insects.

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In the autumn moon, the night is cool like water, and the hour is late. Underneath West Lake resides a person known as a god, who has lived in seclusion for a long time. The vast power of the God-searching Palace, which once shocked the world and gathered a large group of god-like extraordinary people, was also awakened this day by the renewed tumult of West Lake.

The War God in the War God Temple is only a legendary powerful being that might exist.

Yet the god within the God-searching Palace is a real, living force in the world today; he requires no one to guard him, as he has been in hiding, waiting for an opportunity to reconquer the world.

This god is not only talented in both martial and literary arts but also incredibly intelligent. In addition to his intelligence, he was born with unrivaled divine power.

Such a near-perfect person naturally possesses desires and ambitions that match his abilities, and his arrogance has grown along with his knowledge and power. By the age of thirty, he already felt he was the most special person in the world, the only one most qualified to dominate others who are also exceedingly talented in various fields — a god.

Those so-called overlords and emperors, in his eyes, are nothing but mundane mortals; he completely disregards the title of Emperor and Overlord. Therefore, he abandoned his own name, calling himself — ’God’!

Unfortunately, since his great defeat in the old days when his Qi Fortune was seized and he suffered a fierce backlash, he has been lying low in hiding for a long time, causing the world to lose much of its splendor as a result.

But recent skirmishes near Leifeng Tower have finally drawn his attention.

Some individuals, who barely catch his eye, are active near Leifeng Tower, attempting to seize a treasure he once ordered a monk under him to place inside the tower, claiming that the treasure belongs to Shaolin; this is truly an extremely ironic situation!

Who would know that once that Divine Stone is taken, it will unleash a great catastrophe upon the world?

His original intention was to send able people who still exist in his service to seize the alms bowl forged from the Divine Stone at a critical moment, even if bringing about a catastrophe was the cost.

But being almost devilishly smart, he also considered the series of consequences such actions could cause, possibly attracting the attention of his great enemy from the past, thus ruining the schemes and plans he had been laying out for years in hiding.

Hence, he decided not to interfere directly, instead stirring the pot from behind the scenes. This would pile a millennium of infamy onto the already infamous Shaolin Ancient Temple, and add another formidable enemy for the Black Wind Village Chief who sought to provoke this turmoil.

Because he intended to give a boon to the so-called Overlord Xiong Ba of today’s Divine Martial Country, he decided to give the other party the Divine Stone they desired so much, ensuring that the Black Wind Village Chief could never again contend with Xiong Ba.

Finally, at the moment when the calamity erupts completely, when Xiong Ba laughs arrogantly at Feng Yun, he shall re-emerge with the God-searching Palace, seizing the power from Xiong Ba’s hands, restoring the prestige of the God-searching Palace.

The world, all under the calculating mind of him, the god!

His divine hound has already moved ahead, shaping the situation.

"Kill!!"

"There really is a treasure underground; it absolutely can’t be Shaolin’s treasure. The treasure belongs to the virtuous; kill!!"

The fighting near Leifeng Tower intensified further as the mechanisms inside the tower were unlocked, this area, which had seen a bloody storm hundreds of years ago, once again stirred up a great bloody storm.

The mixed crowd displayed various movement techniques as they charged towards the wide-open gates of Leifeng Tower, seduced by those with sinister motives.

Swish, swish, swish —

Eight Steps to Catch a Cicada, grass flying, Swallow Three Water Dipping, Cloud Stepping, and other Qinggong techniques from various schools shone brightly at this moment.

Countless shadows swept through the night, charging towards the open gates and windows of Leifeng Tower from all angles; surprisingly, many of them were impulsive abnormal people, further confusing the situation.

A few exceptionally strong evil people from the Demonic path hid among the crowd, waiting for their opportunity to act.

At that moment, the windows and gates of Leifeng Tower suddenly closed as if a gust of wind had swept through.

Bam, bam, bam —

Numerous shadows crashed into the windows and gates unprepared, as if hitting an iron wall, crying out in pain and falling to the ground, rolling down like gourds.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

The figures of the four ’Du’ generation Divine Monks of Shaolin marched out of the four gates simultaneously, hands clasped together with a sorrowful expression, calmly surveying the innumerable shadows on the ground, walls, and treetops, unperturbed by the concealed blades and hidden swords.

"Go!"

"There are only four of them; let’s swarm them and see how many they can stop."

"True, hehehe, the thing is these foolish monks won’t kill, at most we get a bit hurt, who’s afraid of who?"

"Charge ah ah!"

Led by a large group of devilish people from the Demon Palace and other abnormal figures inciting the situation, a second wave of fearless assaults began again. A mass of shadows charged towards Leifeng Tower like a soaring rabbit, aiming to drown the four Divine Monks.

"The Buddha says: Shiqi Buddha’s verse, creating good deeds is illusion, so is creating evil deeds. The body is like foam, the mind is like the wind, appearing as illusion with no root and no real nature."

"The sea of bitterness is boundless; turn back and find the shore!"

"Lay down the butcher’s knife, become a Buddha on the spot!"

"My Buddha is merciful!"

The four Divine Monks solemnly chanted, their faces suddenly turning severe and cold. Abruptly, they made the same motion, emitting an overwhelming, powerful momentum that surged outward, impacting the martial artists all around as they shouted.

"Roar!!"

In the crowd of thousands surrounding from all sides, there erupted four thunderous roars, shaking the heaven and earth!

The unrivaled intense sonic wave likened to furious waves swept the ground, twisted the air with ripples, and impacted the thousands of people from all directions.

Buddhist Lion Roar Skill!

Even a Vajra has moments of anger!

Over a thousand people were hit by such violent sound waves, immediately flailing like seedlings in the wind, shaking violently like husks in a sifter.

Right on the spot, a large number of Players shouted "Shit!" before they died, their blood bars emptied, transforming into white light and disappearing. A large number of Martial World people spat blood and flew backward like birds with broken wings, piling up on the ground like a stack of pancakes.

The terrifying Lion Roar Skill, continued to sweep through with mad force amidst the roars of the Four Great Divine Monks, tearing up debris and corpses from the ground like a cyclone, and hurling them towards more people on all sides.

The scene became extremely chaotic in an instant, with sinister demonic experts and those with ulterior motives stumbling out of shadowy corners, their screams rising and falling.

"The monks are killing people!"

"The Shaolin monks have started a killing spree!"

Amidst the loud shouts of the crowd, a cold snort actually penetrated and overpowered the violent Lion Roar, slamming like a heavy hammer into the mind of a Divine Monk on the eastern side.

The Divine Monk grunted and took a step back, breaking the Lion Roar.

At this moment, Pang Ban appeared amidst the corpses and sea of blood, with black hair draped over his shoulders and a sinister aura, hands behind his back, his gaze like lightning and a satisfied smile on his lips. His footsteps suddenly moved, and his figure seemed to glide like a sinister Demon God emerging from the shadows, suddenly appearing before the Divine Monk on the eastern side, throwing a punch that was both ever-changing and seemingly slow yet fast.

That Divine Monk suddenly felt as if everyone before him disappeared, as if he fell into an indescribable terrifying realm of the mind and spirit, leaving only him and Pang Ban’s inescapable punch.

This Demon King seemed far away yet close at hand.

This kind of mental and distance illusion even caused ripples in the Zen Heart of the Divine Monk Du Nie, as his mind immediately revealed a flaw, a vulnerability suddenly magnified to an uncontrollable extent.

He only felt mental chaos in an instant, his body seemingly being torn and pulled painfully in different directions by countless forces.

Almost simultaneously.

Two ghostly figures separately attacked from the western and southern directions towards the two Divine Monks guarding those sides.

One person’s palms transformed into a myriad of palm shadows, striking like an ever-changing sea of clouds at the Western Divine Monk.

The Western Divine Monk immediately intercepted.

"Boom! Boom, boom!" The sound of Powerful Energy clashing was continuous, a flaw was suddenly seized, and the Western Divine Monk was instantly hit by two palms, his upper body’s bones nearly shattered, causing him to fall backward.

Another person’s blood-red hands emitted a sinister and evil aura, striking the Southern Divine Monk.

The Shaolin side was immediately plunged into crisis due to the arrival of these three formidable foes.

Yet in this instant, a young monk suddenly emerged from a mechanism within the Leifeng Tower, stepping on a lotus, his figure hanging in mid-air, his face calm, hands clasped together, proclaiming Buddha’s name with a low shout.

"Amitabha Buddha! Great Mighty Sky Dragon! Dharma Transmission!"

In that instant, the young monk’s palms spread apart, suddenly opening his mouth, and the Buddha Power and True Qi gathered in his palms, spewing out three brilliant "om" symbols in three directions.

Boom!——

That Buddha Artifact deep underground seemed also guided and mobilized, bursting with divine radiance.

"What!?"

Three cries of shock suddenly spread.

Followed immediately by an explosive clash of Qi Forces.

Two figures couldn’t help but be forced back, leaving only an awe-inspiring dominant figure that roared angrily, shattering the "om" symbol with a point of his finger, and using unrivaled Qinggong to whirl like a tornado into the tower.

Wind God Leg—Wind Catching!

With a "whoosh", the sound was still behind when the Xiong Ba figure, wearing Night Clothes, arrived before the young Buddha’s son, whose mouth was bleeding from shock, eyes beneath the mask filled with ambition and dominance, like two electric beams stabbing at the young monk, full of invasion!

"Since I have come today, I will not return empty-handed!"

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Boom!!——

A Saber Qi, as long as twenty zhang like a gigantic crimson flame bridge, fiercely swept through the underground world of the War God Temple, slashing down viciously between the hurriedly blocking thick claws of the Demon Dragon.

Clang! A bursting loud sound!

The astonishing Saber Qi accompanied by flames broke through the pair of dragon claws in an instant like a cutting blade, piercing into the chest covered by hard and thick scale armor of the Demon Dragon.

Tss la——

The dark green Dragon Blood promptly poured down with shattered scale armor, quickly corroding the water surface with thick smoke, forcing the massive body of the Demon Dragon to be blasted backward by this terrifying huge Saber Qi, crashing hard onto the steps behind of the War God Temple.

"Roar!!"

The Demon Dragon raised its head and let out an angry and painful howl.

Yet before the sound completely transmitted, an "Ao" roar, even louder than its voice, exploded abruptly from its side.

A majestic capped figure dashed out like lightning, sending out a formidable Golden Dragon Qi Force with both hands, crashing furiously into its wide open dragon mouth.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms truly hit the dragon’s face for the first time!

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