Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 2296 - 166: Magical Combat (Part 2)

Chapter 2296 -166: Magical Combat (Part 2)

“Dharma Aspect…”

Standing in the void, Wang Ba’s gaze fixed on the immense black Zhui and the towering red Buddha seated on its back, his heart stirred with a sudden realization.

Back when he first entered the Realm Sea, he marveled at the incredible size of the Wisdom Magic Bodhisattva guarding the Realm Sea vortex, thinking now it was likely the manifestation of a Dharma Aspect.

The Dharma interconnects with the Dao, externally manifesting, often adhering to certain cosmic rules.

This Red Bodhisattva, body like mountains, red with fury, clearly represented the wrath, Great Strength, and demon-conquering of Buddhism.

His muscles coiled and knotted, resembling dragons crouched and tigers poised, evoking the Vajra Unbreakable, indeed matching the words of Cloud Sky Sect Master Bai Lechan, adept at both attack and defense.

Wang Ba’s gaze couldn’t help but pass over the six Dao Treasures in his hand and the black Zhui beneath him; the mere presence of the black Zhui felt no less than the Black-bearded Bodhisattva he decapitated upon arriving here.

The black Zhui moved like thunder, gaining strength with speed, compensating for the Red Bodhisattva’s lack of swiftness while enhancing his power, complementing each other, like adding wings to a tiger.

Even though the clash hadn’t officially begun, Wang Ba had already seen through much of this Bodhisattva, immediately understanding the weight of the title ‘leader of the ten Bodhisattvas’ as mentioned by the purple-robed youth.

“Indeed, a formidable adversary.”

Wang Ba’s eyes took on a rare seriousness.

The black Zhui galloped, stirring the void, powerful force shooting like arrows, billowing the blue Daoist robe he wore, further flaring and vibrating.

The distance between them was exceedingly close; Wang Ba could distinctly see the spiral patterns on the single horn of the black Zhui, the sparse curled black hair on its body, and the emptiness in its massive eyes.

Seated on the black Zhui, the Red Bodhisattva, with three heads, fiercely glared and roared.

The sound shook like a lion’s roar, splitting the air.

One hand wielded a sword, another beat a bowl, another danced with a banner, another held a mallet, one pinched a lotus branch, and another supported a treasure tower…

In an instant, the Vajra Sword descended like Heavenly Que, the Buddha bowl aimed to suppress the Primordial Spirit, the scripture pillar swayed as if intoning sutras, the Treasure Mallet piercing demon hearts, the lotus branch cleansing, inducing sleep, the treasure tower rose from the sky, crashing down!

Facing Wang Ba, even this figure, known as the leader of the ten Bodhisattvas, the first below the Great Bodhisattva in the Supreme True Buddha’s ranks, dared not underestimate him in the slightest, immediately unleashing efforts, going all out, deploying all six top-grade Dao Treasures!

Beneath him, the black Zhui’s horn, after brewing for a long time, suddenly shot out a dim divine light!

The divine light passed through, the void obliterated inch by inch!

Within the Cloud Sky Realm Taoist Field, seeing this, even cultivators like the purple-robed youth, consummate in Tribulation Crossing Perfection, couldn’t help but focus tightly!

A single top-grade Dao Treasure, or a single Buddhist Divine Skill, or a lone black Zhui wouldn’t be much to some cultivators, but multiple methods stacked together, for even ordinary middle-stage Tribulation Crossing cultivators, let alone the purple-robed youth, would hesitate to engage lightly.

Simply because such a multitude of top-grade Dao Treasures offered attack, confinement, obstruction, and exhaustion; a slight misstep might lose the initiative, even if his power realm outmatched the opponent, it would take considerable effort to extricate smoothly.

Instinctively turning to Wang Ba, still standing firm, he felt a rare tension.

Not knowing if this Heavenly Monarch’s personal disciple had suitable tactics to respond, he felt unsure, mainly because he hadn’t expected this Taoist Friend Taiyi could win the previous two rounds so easily, leading Wisdom Truth directly into the fray.

Yet watching that unchanged blue-robed figure in the void, a curious anticipation rose within…

On the other side, on the Lotus Platform, many Bodhisattvas and Arhats from the Supreme True Buddha watched intently; seeing Wisdom Truth strike with such force, joy filled their hearts, and prior gloom and fear vanished.

The Eastern Great Bodhisattva’s expression seemed serene, but his upper body subtly leaned forward, showing inner emotions far from calm.

On the field, before these Heaven and Earth Net-like techniques of the Red Bodhisattva, Wang Ba moved silently.

Beside him, the Divine Patterns flashed slightly, but the treasure tower above brightened swiftly, causing the Divine Patterns around Wang Ba to rapidly fade.

Wang Ba’s face sank slightly, yet his heart remained unchanged, the Red Bodhisattva clearly experienced, prepared from the start to prevent his escape.

This meant the path of evading the Red Bodhisattva’s frontal assault was already blocked.

“Since it’s like this…”

Wang Ba’s dispassion faded slightly, a sharp glint flickered in his eyes.

The Rushuang Sword unsheathed, dispelling dust entirely.

In his Primordial Spirit, immortal power surged.

An ancient zither emerged first, strings plucked by no one, unlike the previous calm, now resonated with angry echoes, murderous qi soared skyward, surrounding cultivators heard only this fierce melody, overwhelming the lion’s roar, bowl sound, and scripture pillar Buddha chanting!

Almost simultaneously, a large brush flew out, suspended in the sky, painting characters, strokes resembling dragon dances, penetrating the void!

Nine ‘kill’ characters in succession, like nine ink swords, clashing with the Vajra Sword.

Clang, clang, clang!

Ink swords shattered one by one, yet the Vajra Sword struggled to advance, promptly recalled by the Red Bodhisattva!

Meanwhile, the black Zhui’s dim divine light struck ahead, instantly hitting Wang Ba, triggering a surge of earthen-yellow brilliance.

The earthen-yellow light circulated, indifferent to the cunning and venomous divine light, remaining undisturbed, like an eternal domain, invincible.

Even so, within Wang Ba’s Primordial Spirit, a faint, long-absent subtle stabbing pain emerged.