953 Hand in Hand (2/2)

The Level of Turbulent Flow was included in the tangible world, but from the ancient time, not even great cultivators in the State of Distanceless wouldn't trespass there.

It was too dangerous to face the blockade of countless cliffs in an instant. The cliffs here weren't real ones, but were actually the Primordial Qi of the Nature amid cliffs.

The Eldest Brother did so. Would the Drunkard dare to follow up?

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In the depths of the precipice on the west of the Giant Sinkhole, a depressing rumble was suddenly echoing.

On the field below the precipice, everyone heard the sound, whether they were the herdsmen farming or the nobles who were meeting up to plan how to suppress the peasants' rebellion.

Countless people got out of the tents, and looked into the distance at a loss.

The rumble was increasingly loud, looming on the surface of the precipice.

Water splashed over and over by the lakes and wilderness under the precipice, where the mud and dust were bobbing and flocks and herds were uneasily screaming.

After the smoke and dust fell down gradually, a deep and dark cave in the precipice unveiled itself.

The cave was several miles deep into the stone.

Jun Mo stood at the bottom of the pit in the field, and looked over the cave in the precipice far away. He slightly frowned, and was a little bit worried.

The Drunkard fell upon beside him, said while looking at him, ”Li Manman is dead.”

A cough was heard at the pit bottom.

The Eldest Brother came Jun Mo's side, looked at the Drunkard and said, ”Luckily I'm alive.”

Multiple cuts, with blood spilling out, were visible on his quilted jacket.

The Drunkard looked at him with a frustrated expression, and said, ”How could you survive that?”

The Eldest Brother said, ”The Chief Monk, who can cut into mountains and break down rocks, was there.” After saying that, he held up Jun Mo's sleeve and then disappeared.

For the next moment, the Drunkard had himself above the precipice. He bowed while looking at the deep and dark cave entrance, and then wore a painful expression, because the cave entrance had been blocked by rocks. Judging from the traces, it was done by an iron sword.

Without any gleams, it was as dark as an everlasting night at the end of the cliff cave in depth of meters.

The Eldest Brother and Jun Mo stood in front of the Chief Monk. The Chief Monk lowered his head silently. Jun Mo was quiet as well. He walked beside him, and then lifted the iron sword, ready to attack.

The Eldest Brother suddenly said, ”Pry again.”

Jun Mo didn't even ask, because he understood. He directly stabbed the iron sword below the Chief Monk.

The Chief Monk looked rather miserable, with dust all over him. Slight sounds were heard within his body. Even though he was protected by the Vajra Defending Devine Skill, it was still quite hard for him to endure the constant impact first against the ground and then below ground.

But he didn't open his eyes or his mouth, and looked peaceful. Until now, he had finally reacted. Although his eyes were still closed, his lips slightly quivered, as if he was about to say something.

Strangely, it was not the first time that Jun Mo had tried to pry him up from the ground. Why would he react this time even though he was indifferent before that?

In spite of that, Jun Mo continued to inject the energy of the forceful state from his whole body into the iron sword.

The Chief Monk moved his lips and said with an old and hoarse voice, ”Such is what I've heard...”

He was vigilant, because he got what these two Academy disciples were up to. What the Eldest Brother and Jun Mo were about to do was nothing like what they did before when they threw him up in the air and then pulled him down.

At that moment, the Drunkard couldn't get into the cliff cave, so the Eldest Brother and Jun Mo got more time. They could try other ways, but prying him up was the first step.

So he must take action. He moved his lips with Buddhist word coming out, by means of the ultimate divine skill of uttering word with the enforcement of law.

However, the Eldest Brother had already predicted his moves.

When ”Such is what I've heard...” sounded in the dark cliff cave just now, another voice was resounded.

”The Confucius said..”

He answered the Buddhist words with the Confucius' words.

Quiescence fell upon the cliff cave.

Jun Mo roared sharply with fresh blood spilling out of the countless pores of his body. He looked like a bloody man.

His iron sword finally pried the Chief Monk up from the ground again.

The Eldest Brother reached out with two hands to hold up the shoulders of the Chief Monk, as if he did nothing but help him keep balance. Actually, he had brought the Chief Monk away in the blink of an ey.

Walking in a tiny space in the cliff cave, though.

The Eldest Brother took the Chief Monk here and there within a distance that was unimaginably short.

In a word, he wouldn't let the Chief Monk go back to the ground.

Blood spilled out of his quilted jacket again. Such intense exertions of the Distanceless State had injured him.

The Chief Monk was as tough as the earth, but once he was away from the ground, he would be weakened.

He looked pale.

Jun Mo's iron sword already fell upon on his head.

A clear sound rang, as if metal had struck stone.

A drop of red blood spilled out of the Chief Monk's head.

The ultimately strong state of the Buddhist Vajra Body Defending Divine Skill was finally broken down by the Eldest Brother and Jun Mo together.

However, is was just one drop of blood.

The Eldest Brother and Jun Mo had paid such a large price but were only able to make the Chief Monk shed one drop of blood. In the eyes of others, it was not a good deal at all.

How many strikes would be needed to seriously injure the Chief Monk? How many years?

But people of the Academy would never think it that way.

Jun Mo held the iron sword and then hit the Chief Monk's head again and again, as if he was not exhausted at all.

The Eldest Brother held up the Chief Monk's shoulder calmly, as if he also was not exhausted at all.

Even faced with Buddha himself, so what?

As long as one could bleed, it meant that more blood could be shed.

No matter how many years it would take, one's life could definitely be consumed. This was Jun Mo's mentality. It was also Eldest Brother's mindset.

Whenever they shared the same mindset and goal, it was hard for them to fail.

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