Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 593 - 325 Accumulated Fire_2

Chapter 593: 325 Accumulated Fire_2

Suddenly!

The dark clouds rolled violently!

As if torn to pieces, the dark clouds split into many fragments.

Behind the parted clouds, stars and the moon appeared.

The rain suddenly got out of control!

It poured down and gathered towards Fang Zhixing, forming a gigantic water sphere in front of him.

"What, what are you doing?!"

From within the rain, a trembling voice suddenly emerged, filled with immense fear.

Fang Zhixing turned a deaf ear, his hands ceaselessly moving.

The water sphere spun rapidly, constantly expanding.

Soon, a giant face unexpectedly made itself visible.

The giant face struggled frantically, trying to escape into the distance.

But the rain firmly bound the giant face, dragging it towards the water sphere.

"No, don’t do this!"

The Sect Hierarch of the Rain Summoning Sect grew desperate and screamed loudly, "Spare others when you can, I beg you to show mercy, Fellow Daoist."

Fang Zhixing’s face showed a trace of scorn and with a spin of the water sphere, the giant face suddenly twisted and got swept up, sucked into the water sphere.

"Break!"

The water sphere burst apart, with a poof, like a balloon pricked by a needle.

The Sect Hierarch of the Rain Summoning Sect perished in both body and spirit!

The next moment!

The dark clouds dispersed, and the downpour ceased.

Faint moonlight shone upon the land, as if draping everything in a layer of gossamer.

Fang Zhixing looked down from above, his gaze immediately focusing on a scroll.

It was indeed the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Scroll from the Fierce Ghost Master!

"This magic artifact..."

Fang Zhixing cracked a smile and grasped the Myriad People Blade.

He slashed down!

Crack~

The scroll vibrated thunderously, breaking from the middle.

Instantly, it was as though space itself had been torn open, revealing a different scene.

Indeed, inside the scroll was a "Hundred Ghosts Soul Devouring Formation"!

At this very moment, the Fierce Ghost Master and Black Wing Venerable among others were scattered across the vast array, jointly operating it.

And within the array, dark miasma and ghostly fires zigzagged, with countless fierce ghosts showing their fangs and waving their claws.

Lian Quan and the three of them, Xigou, and Bai He, were fighting against the fierce ghosts.

Xigou was already covered in wounds, and Bai He was drenched in blood.

Although the three from Lian Quan didn’t have any visible injuries, they too were looking haggard and pale as ghosts.

Previously, Lian Sheng confidently asserted that he could use instantaneous movement to lead people away.

However, it seemed that this trick couldn’t escape the "Hundred Ghosts Soul Devouring Formation."

"Put in more effort!"

"They are not going to last much longer!"

"These three have great fortunes; they are enough for us to divide and feast upon, a share for everyone!"

The Black Wing Venerable and others howled, boosting morale.

A prolonged fight was a severe test of endurance.

Luckily, the situation was very favorable!

Lian Quan and the others were trapped in the "Hundred Ghosts Soul Devouring Formation," like frogs in warm water.

Once the water boils, the frogs are doomed!

It was all just a matter of time!

Victory was in sight!

"Huh?!"

Just at the next moment, the Fierce Ghost Master suddenly sensed something, and abruptly looked up at the sky.

With that look, the Fierce Ghost Master’s pupils shrank sharply, and his expression changed dramatically.

He saw that above the formation, a gash had been torn open, exposing everyone to view.

"That’s, An Baopu!"

The Fierce Ghost Master’s face twitched, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.

The Black Wing Venerable, the Shadow Sect Hierarch, the White Lotus Bodhisattva, and others also noticed the anomaly, lifting their heads in unison.

"What’s going on, has the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Scroll been broken?"

"How is An Baopu outside, and what about the Immortal Phoenix and the White Bone King?"

"Damn it, their only job was to hold off An Baopu, to buy us time; can’t they even handle that?"

"The rain, why has it stopped?"

...

Everyone was bewildered, looking at each other in confusion.

"I’ll go take a look!"

Suddenly, the Great Black Buddha Mother took the initiative to leave her spot, her figure flickering as she left through the gash.

Upon exiting, with a wave of her hand, she brought down a black curtain.

At the gash, it suddenly became pitch black, and nothing could be seen anymore.

Fang Zhixing flew towards the gash at a leisurely pace and saw the Great Black Buddha Mother approaching.

"The experts of the Buddhist sect are coming..."

The Great Black Buddha Mother passed by Fang Zhixing, and after a flash, flew into the distance, quickly disappearing from sight.

"Buddhist sect experts!"

Fang Zhixing’s footsteps halted, feeling a premonition, and he turned to look into the distance.

Four strong auras were rapidly approaching.

The night was ink-like, churning ceaselessly.

Suddenly, four figures in his field of vision rapidly enlarged!

One was tall and majestic, clad in armor, wielding a Vajra Pestle, with a fierce and terrifying visage.

Another was entirely in blue-black, with a ferocious face, water ripple-like wrinkles on the forehead, flames behind, eyes wide with rage, teeth clenching, a sword in the right hand, a rope in the left, seated on a rock.

One was emaciated, dressed in tatters, with a waxy complexion and sunken eye sockets, giving off an air of abject poverty.

Another was upright and imposing, sitting cross-legged, with a Tin Staff in the right hand, a Treasure Bead in the left, radiating brilliant light, illuminating the Netherworld, dispelling all darkness.

Fang Zhixing raised an eyebrow, a hint of splendor flashing in his eyes.

Subsequently, all the illusions disappeared, leaving only four bald monks riding on auspicious clouds, arriving nearby.

"Amitabha!"

An elderly monk with a white beard stepped forward, his expression stern and detestable countenance scrutinizing Fang Zhixing, he said, "Benefactor, we are the Guardian Monks of the Jihuo Temple, my Dharma name is Xuanming, and these three are Xuanxin, Xuanjian, Xuanxing!"

Fang Zhixing nodded in greeting, replying, "I am An Baopu from the Five Elements Sect, and my companion is trapped over there."

He raised his hand and pointed, piercing through the black veil.

Xuanming and the others focused their gaze in that direction.

This glance was problematic!

In a flash, they met the eyes of Hundred Ghosts Elder and the others.

The two groups stared each other down!

"They are..."

The Precepts Blade Arhat’s heart skipped a beat, and his complexion quickly turned exceedingly ugly.

As a traitor to Jihuo Temple, he naturally recognized the four Xuanming monks at a glance.

The four great Guardian Monks of Jihuo Temple had arrived!

"We must fight our way out, or we will all die here!"

The Precepts Blade Arhat couldn’t help but shout tremblingly.

"Sinners!"

Xuanming recognized the Precepts Blade Arhat as well, and flew into a rage, scolding, "Upon seeing the true Buddha, why do you not kneel?"

The Precepts Blade Arhat shrank back, his face full of fear.

The Black Wing Venerable had a solemn expression, akin to aching teeth.

He exchanged glances with Hundred Ghosts Elder, Shadow Sect Hierarch, and the others, spiritually attuned.

"Kill!"

The Black Wing Venerable called out with a wave of his arm, abandoning the Hundred Ghosts Soul Devouring Formation, and charged towards the outside.

"Kill them!"

A group of Evil God Demon Cultivators withdrew from the Array, throwing themselves towards the outside.

Several Yin Gods took the lead and burst out!

Seeing this scene!

Xuanming’s mouth curved into a cold smile and he warned, "I advise you lost souls, do not provoke the Vajra!"

He took a step and his figure swelled.

All at once, his body exploded in size, revealing his true form as one of the Nine Great Vajra Dharma Forms, the Angry Eye Vajra!

Fang Zhixing’s gaze flickered, noticing that Xuanming had transformed into one of the illusions he had previously seen, tall and mighty, armored, wielding a Vajra Pestle, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

Xuanming’s rage soared, and he threw a punch forward.

"One force to subdue ten meetings!"

The golden Divine Fist was unstoppable, striking a Yin God squarely in the chest.

The Yin God couldn’t dodge in time, his body, fragile as tofu, was smashed into a pulp, dissolving into nothingness.

A punch that instantly dispatched a Yin God!

Simultaneously, Xuanxin and the other two also revealed their Vajra Dharma Forms.

Immovable Ming King!

Endless Sea of Suffering!

Eternal Damnation!

The Immovable Ming King sat steadfastly on the rock, as immovable as a towering mountain, blocking the exit.

Black Wing Venerable and the others, finding their path blocked, attacked frantically.

However, their attacks on Xuanxin only sparked and left no injury.

"Let me handle this!"

The Hundred-Armed Heavenly Buddha could no longer abide, manifesting his Dharma Form.

He was a colossus with grey skin, corpulent and with a fat face, a hundred arms sprouting from his back.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A hundred arms struck out, landing on the Immovable Ming King.

At last!

The Immovable Ming King was pushed back a few inches.

That small distance brought overwhelming joy to the Black Wing Venerable and the others, who rushed out in a desperate scramble.

"The Endless Sea of Suffering, turn back to the shore!"

Xuanjian flashed in front of them, blocking their way.

"Die!"

The Black Wing Venerable spread his black wings and shot a feather.

The feather sped away like a black arrow, striking Xuanxin in the chest, piercing through and drawing a trail of blood.

Blood sprayed across the sky!

"Ahh~"

The Black Wing Venerable suddenly screamed in agony, looking down to see a Blood Hole appear in his own chest.

Looking again at Xuanjian...