879 Impossible as Ants to Shake a Mighty Tree, I Have become Invincible! I (2/2)

Ning Que had acquired the strongest Psyche Power among cultivators. But he was after all not a psyche master nor had cultivate with any Psyche Skills. He was disadvantaged in front of the national master who had cultivated Psyche Skills for decades.

Yet with his body and soul that have been bestowed with Haotian's majestic Divine Power, how could he be easily defeated as he was back then? With a blink of an eye, he cleared the disturbance in his ocean of consciousness and left his psyche with pure tranquility.

Right then a bout of vast power descended and attacked towards the top Ning Que's head.

Ning Que knew this bout of power. When he looked up, he saw the figure of a Buddha statue, with his robe floating and Buddha's glory shining, compassionate yet chilling.

Deep in the glory of Buddha, Qinian from Xuankong Temple sat in padmasana with his lips slightly opened.

The statue was Qi Nian's Dharmakaya of Acalanatha. What he chanted was the genuine Buddhist Mantra.

The two together formed the most powerful Buddhist Mantra and Mudra.

Years ago in Lanke Temple, Ning Que suffered a lot from Qi Nian's Buddhism Mantra and Mudra. He had practiced Mantra and Mudra but not Dharmakaya so he was no match to Qi Nian at that time.

However, he was different now.

Ning Que's right hand was in the middle of obtaining an arrow. He could not pull it back in time, so he turned it towards above instead!

The Dharmakaya of Acalanatha looked furious with slanting blade eyebrows and thunderbolt in his eyes. His giant palm was pressing swiftly toward the ground.

Autumn trees around the front yard trembled in the bout of awe-inspiring Buddhist power. Red and yellow leaves drifted off from the trees.

Ning Que's palm seemed tiny and powerless in front of the giant palm of the Dharmakaya of Acalanatha.

When the two palms clashed, the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the front yard of Peach Mountain scattered in all directions.

With a big crash the Dharmakaya of Acalanatha was smashed into innumerable pieces.

Ning Que destroyed this seemingly indestructible Dharmakaya of Acalanatha with Haotian's Divine Power!

A bout of Haotian's Divine Flame came from the side.

Without turning around Ning Que figured out it was Zhao Nanhai's sneak attack.

Without paying any attention, he clenched his right fist which had just smashed the Dharmakaya in the autumn breeze. The fist was clenched loosely so that it could get hold of the hilt of the iron blade.

He brandished his iron blade toward Qi Nian from some distance.

Upon a chilling whistle the iron blade became burning red and generated a terrifying flame.

Though Qi Nian had not managed to achieve Buddhahood, his body was already as firm as a rock. Yet he was still not able to take a single strike from Ning Que's blade.

His robe was smashed. A wretched gash was made on his body.

But neither Ning Que's iron blade nor the chilling whistle was stopping.

From within the flaming blaze, a Vermilion Bird appeared.

The iron blade hewed toward the national master of Golden Tribe.

With his eyes slightly closed, the national master lifted his ordinary-looking wooden tripod.

The Vermilion Bird whistled again.

The wooden tripod was burned black and cracked.

In a flash, the national master seemed to have aged several decades and blood gushed from his mouth.

At that moment the Haotian's Divine Flame from Zhao Nanhai fell upon Ning Que.

Ning Que seemed unaware and turned to look at this descendant of the Great Divine Priest of South Sea who was already at the peak of Knowing Destiny State. The iron blade attacked with overwhelming power and Zhao Nanhai was hurled miles away.

”Stupid,” he commented.

With his body purified by Haotian's Divine Power, how could he be wounded by Haotian's Divine Flame?

It was deadly quiet in the front yard of Peach Mountain.

Ning Que felt his body as well as the iron blade in his hand, burning.

As they stopped him from shooting the Thirteen Primordial Arrows, he had to use his iron blade.

He drew his blade three times, and three people were badly wounded.

One was Qi Nian, the World Wayfarer of Buddhism.

Another was the national master of Golden Tribe, the Great Divine Priest of Tripod.

The last one was the stupid Zhao Nanhai.

No one could believe what they had just witnessed.

But it was real.

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