With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 831 - 613: Sky-Supporting White Jade Pillar, Sea-Spanning Purple Gold Beam!

Chapter 831: Chapter 613: Sky-Supporting White Jade Pillar, Sea-Spanning Purple Gold Beam!

The Dragon Subduing Arhat held the White Cloud Pillar in reverse, utilizing the dragon-shaped Qi strength to lift himself and rush once more towards Fang Jianxing.

Young friend Meng couldn’t fulfill the agreement to understand this demonic brat in reality, likely because he was entangled by enemies, lacking the time to pay attention.

Then he will strike personally!

The remaining incense is nothing but a wait for death if left aside.

Better to unleash it all at this moment.

The thought of reviving through Divine Communication is entrusted to Donor Meng, a pledge given to the other party...

Facing the overwhelming Buddhist force of the Arhat, Fang Jianxing flicked his sleeve, his body transforming into a black wind diving into the mirror. It was as if he had flipped and leaped into another space; he suddenly appeared upside down above the Arhat’s head, with hands infused with demonic Qi grasping for the Arhat’s head!

The Dragon Subduing Arhat stooped, tapping the bottom of his staff, and the white jade pillar whistled out "whoosh," directly colliding with the inverted head of Fang Jianxing!

Boom——!

Dust exploded as the Arhat braced his staff on the ground and stood firm; a streak of black smoke fell rapidly—it was Fang Jianxing, unharmed.

He hooked one foot on the mirror surface on the ground, ready to teleport at any moment.

On his body, several hundred black dragon shadows gathered, staring down the white jade pillar from afar!

The Dragon Subduing Arhat, not rigid, took the chance to engage in "verbal sparring."

Delaying time to help Meng Chuan gain an opportunity in reality.

His voice was like a great bell and big drum, bluntly tearing through the pretense, each word aiming for the heart:

"You fiend, using human lives as cultivation resources is against the heavenly harmony and will ultimately bring retribution upon yourself!

The cycle of heaven’s way: today you massacre living beings, and another day you will face countless tribulations and counterattacks. This monk sees your desire for redemption, but what means do you have to burn away sins that have always existed without disappearing?

Do you not know that karma follows like a shadow? When the power that is not inferior to yours dissipates, even your bones will become stepping stones for others...

"Shut up!"

Disciples of the Holy Sect hate hearing this the most!

Fang Jianxing, veins bulging on his forehead, raised his hand, sending a stream of black smoke crashing towards the Arhat’s mouth to interrupt him.

However, the Arhat’s eyes focused, his staff swinging to scatter the black smoke. Barefoot, he kicked off the ground and "whoosh," shot out instantly; the white jade pillar extended several times longer in an instant, thrusting into the black and green demonic Qi cloud.

Fang Jianxing shrunk again into the mirror, hiding in the dilapidated temple, location unknown.

The demonic flames at the original spot exploded in an instant, splashing over the Arhat.

Bewildering thoughts accompanied the black flames, entering the body unawares.

Double images and ghostly shadows appeared in the Arhat’s eyes; incense reignited, mana surged backward, enabling a return to composure.

Simultaneously, Fang Jianxing appeared behind him, raising his hand to strike a mirror, the black dragons entwined around him soaring to bite.

Unexpectedly, the Arhat anticipated it, as if having eyes on the back of his head, without turning, reversing his staff in a backhanded thrust, spinning to swing it, seamlessly transitioning to Shaolin Demonic Frenzy—Disorderly Heavenly Palace.

Sturdy staff shadows interwove like forests, effortlessly shredding and dispersing the black dragon smoke mass.

Clinks and clanks rang as every move precisely deflected the ghostly figures lunging from the mirror, breaking them up over several blows.

"Truly the Dragon Subduing Master..."

Among the Eighteen Arhats, the Tiger Conqueror is the grandmaster of fist skills, and naturally, the Dragon Subduer is the grandmaster of staff skills!

The staff rotated in arcs, the Arhat’s grip shifting quickly; Fang Jianxing’s heart jumped!

Mana green dragons unleashed with continuous barrage upon the surroundings, dense as shadow-retaining lightning, leaving him no chance to grab the mirror and teleport, forcing him to retreat step by step.

The hidden black flame tail behind him burst forth continuously, like fierce ghosts emitting grievous wails, seizing for the Arhat but getting accurately blasted apart by the white jade pillar.

Twisting and rotating the staff body, sliding down the staff tip, leaping with staff on his back to charge into danger, the staff head aimed precisely for Fang Jianxing’s neck.

Fang Jianxing swung the mirror horizontally to block, sparks flaring out in all directions!

The Arhat flipped to slash with the colossal staff, making him stumble further underfoot, then spun to lift the staff, grasping for a horizontal strike at the waist gap, slipping the body horizontally across the river, turning back instantly to slash the gigantic pillar, the green dragon storming out like breaking into the sea, roaring as it charged forward—cleaving Hua Mountain!

A series of spine-chilling shrieks sounded repeatedly; beneath the thick staff shadows, Fang Jianxing resembled a soaked mouse trapped in the rain, swaying left and right like a spinning top, defenseless, while the black mist behind him continued to thicken as if gathering power.

At this moment, Fang Jianxing appeared calm on the surface, yet his back was drenched in cold sweat.

He primarily cultivated top-level demon skills from Japan, "Ghost Play of Lodging Formation," combined with Spirit Platform Demon Seed · Resentment and Bafflement Chapters.

All centered on "myriad transformations," not adept in fighting like fist and foot techniques.

Simply put, he’s akin to those foreign "mages," playing with intellect skill points...

Of course, he also lacked talent in hardened training paths.

Training hard skills was especially arduous, leading to an early abandonment, always relying on the Celestial Demon Force Field and Demonic Qi for protection.

Where could he usually encounter a martial arts expert like the Dragon Subduing Arhat?

Encountering one today, he found himself at a loss, revealing weakness.

Luckily, the Arhat’s strength—no, accurately, the "incense mana"—was insufficient.

If it were like that damned Meng Chuan, immensely powerful, breaking through his tricks with a strike, dire consequences would be likely today.

As thoughts flickered, a dense black smoke emerged behind Fang Jianxing, rushing at the Arhat headlong.

It was like a massive black hand, enveloping all, seizing.

The Arhat reacted swiftly, twirling the staff with both hands to strike down dispersing devilish Qi constantly, sensing Fang Jianxing moving closer again through the mirror.

Without looking back, he swung the staff back for a repeated thrust, immediately breaking apart the force field surrounding Fang Jianxing, intending to capitalize when a sudden glance left his heart racing!

Fang Jianxing was seen levitating, standing on the staff tip!

"Demon Vanquishing!"

The Arhat roared, instantly spinning his wrists to generate strength, dragon shadows twisting, the jade pillar stirring up a massive storm, shaking Fang Jianxing off the staff. He pressed his right palm against the staff’s handle, the green dragon behind him roaring as it "pushed" the staff forward like an iron ox plowing the ground, continuing to suppress Fang Jianxing.