Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 372: Chapter 80: Two Monks Rush to Help, The Struggle of Devil Sect_2

Translator: 549690339

The saber intent seemed like strands of thread, and in just a moment, countless slashes were made, directly cutting several giant corpses into pieces, making it impossible for them to stand back up.

After doing this, Demonbred Gu Fan showed no expression and immediately issued an order, instructing the surrounding devil cultivators to attack the Corpse Race and Ghost Race.

Upon seeing Gu Fan’s skill, the Wood-Element Corpse King was somewhat surprised: “The Heavenly Devil World has some great talents, actually cultivating so many strong geniuses.”

The Heavenly Devil World was famous during the Middle Ages, after all, it was a world created by ancient gods. However, it declined rapidly after that battle, with the Devil Lord being sealed in the Immortal World and the Heavenly Devils gradually fading away.

“If we want to gain a foothold in Central State, we must take this city. This principle is not only understood by your Devil Sect!”

The Wood-Element Corpse King decided to take action personally. He extended his arm and the corpse wrapping cloth on his hand emitted dazzling runes, becoming longer and thicker as it wrapped around Gu Fan.

“Ding!”

Gu Fan’s slash had no effect and produced a clashing sound.

It showed that the corpse wrapping cloth was indeed very strong.

“Amitabha, since it belongs to the netherworld, there is no need to create more suffering in the human world.”

A chant of Buddha resounded, attracting both parties’ attention.

From the direction of the street, two monks, one fat and one thin, emerged.

The first was a round-headed monk wearing a red kasaya and muddy grass shoes. With every step he took, a golden lotus formed beneath his feet, emanating a shining golden light from above his head and having a strong, vigorous body.

He held a golden staff in one hand and a string of sarira beads in the other, spinning them unhurriedly.

The other tall and thin monk wore a blue monk robe, with a golden steel ring around his neck and a red-dragon long stick on his back.

Palm holding a treasured jar, his hands came together in prayer, his face showing indifference.

It was Monk Fu Hu and Monk Cang Long from the Little Lingyin Temple.

After not seeing them for a long time, the two monks had further improved their already advanced skills through meditation and had already reached the Rebirth Realm.

Today, the two of them came prepared. The Monk Fu Hu wore a thousand-patterned precious cassock, held a top-notch life-bound Demon-suppressing Chan Staff, spun Buddha’s sarira beads, while Monk Cang Long wielded a dragon-subduing stick and wore the Immortal-ordered Universe Ring around his neck, holding the Purple Gold Treasured Jar in his hands. They were fully equipped.

“Where did these monks come from? They don’t know their place!”

The Wood-Element Corpse King sneered and immediately manipulated a heavily armored corpse wielding a long spear to fly towards the fat monk.

However, in the next second,

Monk Cang Long, in just a blink of an eye, threw the Purple Gold Treasured Jar upward from his hand and it automatically fell into his right hand. The stick shimmered with light as the coiled red dragon emerged lifelike, biting towards the people around him in the crowd.

“Boom!”

With a wave of the long stick, a breaking sound erupted, directly shattering the heavily-armored battle corpse that was comparable to a cultivator in the Golden Core Realm, along with the armor and limbs, into dust.

Immediately after, Monk Cang Long straightened up and placed the long stick behind him, catching the falling treasured jar with his other hand.

All of this happened in just a few moments.

This startled the Wood-Element Corpse King and made him realize that these two monks were not easy to deal with, causing him to unconsciously take a step back.

Monk Fu Hu took a step forward, rolled up his sleeves, raised the golden staff and revealed his thick arms, pointing at the people on both sides while chanting Buddhist sounds that shook all four directions:

“Today, whether you are from the Devil Sect or not from this realm, please go back.”

Gu Fan gripped his long saber, his gaze fixed on the two monks. His eyes flickered slightly as he spoke to the deacon of the Heavenly Devil Palace beside him:

“Deacon Xu, you go test the depth of these two monks?”

“Is there a need? They are just two powerful beings in the Rebirth Realm. If it’s just one of us, it wouldn’t be good to say, but today there are also demons from the netherworld here, so this battle is hard to predict.”

The deacon of the Heavenly Devil Palace ignored Gu Fan’s order, babbling on, feeling quite reluctant.

This was normal.

These deacons obeyed the command of Demonbred Situ Huan, who was planted beside every demon prince under the name of assistance but in reality, acting as a spy.

Unless faced with life and death, they would generally not take action.

Gu Fan knew this would happen beforehand and although unhappy, he didn’t get angry. With a blank expression, he ordered the surrounding devil cultivators: “What are you waiting for? These two monks are challenging the dignity of our Devil Sect, and killing them is not enough to vent our anger. Hurry up and slaughter them!”

The devil cultivators hesitated but eventually rushed forward.

Various magical weapons and methods were unleashed continuously, but Monk Fu Hu remained calm and unhurried, chanting softly under his breath.

Soon after, a series of golden tadpole-like scriptures surrounded Monk Fu Hu, forming a solid golden barrier around him.

Then, Monk Fu Hu swung his Chan Staff, unleashing an overwhelming Buddha qi that sent the devil cultivators flying and vomiting blood.

“Sinful, my bad. Well, don’t blame me for being impolite then.”

As if he were a smiling tiger, Monk Fu Hu boasted after gaining an advantage. Stepping on the dragon and tiger, lotuses blossomed under his feet with every step, aiming an attack at Gu Fan’s position.

At the same time, the Wood-Element Corpse King controlled more than a dozen armored corpses, forming a battle formation and charging towards Monk Cang Long.

Though they could only exert the power of the Golden Core Realm, the numerous corpses formed a formation that could besiege those cultivators in the Rebirth Realm.

Monk Cang Long moved lightly, leaving a series of after-images behind, while simultaneously brandishing the Immortal-ordered Universe Ring and smashing it with the stick.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

A series of explosions sounded.

Fourteen battle corpses were struck by the Universe Ring, causing them to fly backward. Simultaneously, they were hit by the cast dragon stick and fell to the ground. With each swing, the stick flickered with a red light.