I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1846 - 277: The Suicidal Fat Monk

Chapter 1846: Chapter 277: The Suicidal Fat Monk

Earth’s Spiritual Energy will not actively protect the Spirit Realm unless guided by something.

And in the entire region of Ten Thousand Immortal Mountain, there are only three people who can accomplish this.

Guo An Yang himself, Huanglong Immortal Monarch, and that mysterious king.

Looking at it this way, the situation becomes clear. Firstly, he did not do it, and Huanglong Immortal Monarch, after obtaining the star moon strange stone, has been in seclusion for a whole fifty years.

So, regardless of timing or ability, only that mysterious king appearing in Ten Thousand Immortal Mountain could have done it.

Understanding the other party’s intentions, there is nothing to worry about, because the weakened Spirit Realm has already been bitten by the Earth’s veins, unable to gather enough Spiritual Energy to escape for years. If that one came for the Spirit Realm, then the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect currently holds absolute initiative.

Next, we’ll see how that one will act.

...

Below the Feixian Waterfall

Regarding the assembly speed of the Dutian Heavenly King’s patrol, to be honest, Tang Luo is a bit disappointed.

It has been three days since Yao Gekuang and An Yuheng brought the news to the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect, yet the Divine Ship of the Dutian Heavenly King’s patrol has not arrived. Recalling how Cao Jinyu once led the patrol, three days would be enough for them to launch a silent total attack on Mars.

Wasting so much time to be with family, it made Tang Luo a bit unhappy.

Many emotions can only be felt outside, like when staying in Unparalleled City, he felt at peace, and the days flew by rapidly.

But after only being away for a few days, there was a restless feeling inside, wanting to quickly finish things here and go home.

Perhaps he chose the wrong approach initially, shouldn’t have let An Yuheng and Yao Gekuang be the messengers, but should have directly entered the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect, although that would be more troublesome, both efficiency and influence would be sufficiently guaranteed.

As he silently criticized the patrol’s efficiency, the flying vessel made of green jade and crystal iron finally broke through the clouds to Ten Thousand Immortal Mountain, the waving banner of the "Mountain" division fluttering in the vast sky.

Standing on the deck of the Divine Ship, the warriors’ eyes were like lightning, scanning over mountains and rivers for miles.

After waiting three whole days, the dragging patrol of the Dutian Heavenly King finally appeared. Tang Luo interlinked his fingers and loosened his muscles, preparing to rise, yet felt two strong yet sneaky presences.

Turning his head to look, on a mountain peak dozens of miles away, monks and Taoists stood side by side with blazing eyes.

"What a day, can still bump into these two?"

With excellent eyesight, Tang Luo recognized their faces, unable to help but sigh.

Normally, at this time, the military prowess of the patrol should have exploded, and Zhongzhou should be a forbidden zone among forbidden zones for the Ancient Blood Tower. But look at Bone Taoist Feng You and Corpse Monk Gu Han beside him, both dressed brightly, expressions unhurried, besides hiding behind a huge rock somewhat sneakily, the overall feeling seemed rather comfortable.

More astonishingly, after years unseen, Corpse Monk Gu Han has completed the Spirit Qualification flesh body, proving a master of the Dao.

...

On the east mountain, beside a huge rock

The slim-like Bone Taoist Feng You giving final advice to Corpse Monk Gu Han: "Monk, although An Jingtian isn’t good at internal governance, he surely isn’t someone easy to deal with in martial arts. Daoist knows you verify Dao Heart with corpse and Buddha, but meeting An Jingtian might be very challenging!"

"Corpse for appearance, Buddha for heart, the prophecy is blind!"

The master of the Dao Corpse Monk seems to have gained three to four circles of weight, the flesh on his face pressing the features flat, the white hair between his brows more elegant, limbs plump, bulging belly squeezing the monk’s robes to the sides, hanging fluffy around the waist, duang~duang~duang rocking.

Even familiar people cannot connect this fat monk with the once murderous Corpse Monk.

Or rather, as long as someone sees the smiling fat monk, it’s hard to associate him with the word danger.

Yet, such a seemingly harmless fat monk plans to organize an assault on An Jingtian upon hearing of the patrol’s movement.

Even the insane killers in the Blood Tower are stunned by Gu Han’s crazy plan, as anyone would see this provocation is akin to suicide.

"What is called divine powers not conquering fate, everything in the world is constantly changing. Monk is overly dependent on divine powers!"

Feng You persuades without hesitation: "Even if the monk now possesses equivalent strength to An Jingtian, but there are countless Garrison Commanders and Martial Ancestor squads around him. Such formations, once your steps are stalled, will trap you in a desperate situation, monk must truly think it through."

"Daoist, do you know why Zen’s Six Supernatural Powers always consider the cultivation of prophecy the most difficult?"

The white-fat monk squints, smiling at the slim Taoist.

"Monk, tell why is this?"

"Because in the latter stages of cultivation, warriors cease to believe in divine inspirations. Once disbelief, cultivation greatly reduces; twice, the times of inspiration become uncertain; thrice, the Spiritual Light dims."

Fat monk smilingly says: "Disbelieve three times, and this prophecy turns useless."

"Useless is better than dying."

Bone Taoist’s eyes gleamed faintly: "Old Daoist’s bone duck already sees it clearly, just standing on the Heavenly Patrol Divine Vessel are over fifty Garrison Commanders of the patrol, not counting the Acting Governor within, if you face them directly, how can you not die?"

"Even monk is not sure how to survive."

Fat monk touches his bald head, smilingly says: "But the prophecy indeed says monk will not die this time!"

"Divine powers could malfunction!"

Feng You decisively says: "Or Tian Ji is obscured, the An Family regards themselves as celestial gods, and passed down techniques of divining and sorcery like Fu Stick, Coin Chain, Finger Pinching, I Ching, your divine powers being blocked isn’t surprising."

"Maybe there’s such a possibility, but monk still wants to try."

Gu Han pats his belly, smiling: "If monk doesn’t die this time, prophecy will surely advance to the next realm."

"Advancing divine powers is more critical than life and death?"

Feng You frowns.

"For monk, this life is regained, and what to do shall be left to Buddha!"

Green Buddhist light glows from Gu Han’s body, his face brimming with sacred aura, the fat monk charges straight, towards the passing Heavenly Patrol Divine Vessel...is it?

Tang Luo admits, even with superhuman calculation ability, he didn’t predict this move by Gu Han.

As the green light of the Buddha’s Spiritual Driven already extended a long line in mid-air, he still hadn’t recovered.

No matter how much corpse energy lay beneath that fat Buddha body, charging up like this, Corpse Monk will definitely turn into a dead monk.

"Even for achieving mastery, wouldn’t it be too happy to seek death?"

Sighing, rising, Tang Luo shakes his head and follows along, wanting to see what has caused the Corpse Monk, unseen for years, to be rash enough to gamble with such a fatal move.

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