Chapter 857: Yaksha's Three Transformations

Monk Jiuku rejected the proposal of Yaksha Cangyue on the opposite side.

Of course, he had his calculations. Gambling means that the result is uncertain. Under the situation of being in an advantageous position, directly suppressing with strength is the best means.

The three-headed demon lord was immediately furious.

His tall body leaked out spiritual pressure, rolling up purple Yuanmo auras, and the level of his body was rising steadily, faintly breaking through the boundaries of the Tianjie realm cultivators, until the terrifying level of the Xuxian realm.

At this moment, Monk Jiuheng suddenly raised his arms high, and the copper rings on his arms clattered rhythmically, and ordered loudly: "Demon Subduing Formation Suppress!"

Monk Jiuheng was originally the head of the Demon Subduing Hall of the Golden Buddha Temple. The more than one hundred stick monks from the Demon Subduing Hall were usually commanded and trained by him.

More than a hundred stick monks heard the order of Monk Jiuheng, and all stretched out the purple gold demon subduing sticks in their hands, pointing the sticks at the three-headed demon lord trapped in the middle, and then ran around in a big circle, shouting neat Buddhist mantras...

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The power of the demon-subduing formation suddenly appeared, and circles of golden light surged out like a tide, covering the large area in the middle.

In the golden light, the power of the formation conjured up the images of 108 demon-subduing Arhats, some bare-chested, some with long eyebrows, some subduing tigers, and some subduing dragons...

"Demon-subduing formation - 108 Arhats!"

These Arhats flew through the formation space, uttering angry Buddhist words. In the ears of the three-headed demon lord, it sounded like the sound of the prison, and his soul had double images.

The three-headed demon lord suddenly felt that he was in a strong pressure.

That feeling was like the irresistible pressure from the interface when the heavenly calamity came. And the soul power fluctuations of their fused three-headed and six-armed bodies began to show signs of disorder.

Although they could still barely maintain the state of three heads and six arms, the actual performance of their bodies was suppressed by the power of the Buddhist formation from the level of virtual immortal realm to the level of heavenly tribulation realm.

The three heads of the three-headed demon king suddenly showed panic expressions.

The head of Purple Blood Demon Venerable said: "These thief monks' shitty formations are restraining our magic power, so we can't play our due combat power."

The head of Purple Shadow Demon Venerable said: "This is a formation that uses the art of barrier to suppress the fluctuations of the power body, which makes it impossible for the fluctuations of the power bodies of the three of us to perfectly match."

The head of Purple Wind Demon Venerable said: "Thousands of years ago, we suffered a great loss from this formation."

As the leader of the three demon lords, Purple Blood Demon Venerable immediately transmitted the voice: "If we choose to cancel the art of fusion and become the original three people, our respective power bodies will be further suppressed by the formation at the bottom edge of the first layer of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. Thousands of years ago, we were imprisoned by them in this way. The thief monk with the copper ring on his arm is the initiator of this formation. Defeating him can break this formation."

The three-headed demon lord made a judgment. The three heads glared at the monk Jiuheng, stepped over, and clenched his fists with six arms and swung them down.

"I'm waiting for you, this three-headed monster." The great monk Jiuheng glared, waved his arms and went to meet him.

The monk Jiuku on the side said, "Jiuheng, this three-headed monster is not easy to deal with. I'll help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the body of the monk Jiuku, which was like a withered branch, was as flexible as a willow branch in the wind. A green arc of light was thrown behind him and he arrived in front of the body of the three-headed demon.

For a while, the three-headed demon fought with the two monks, Jiuheng and Jiuku, with his three heads and six arms.

The cultivation of the monk Jiuheng was at the peak of the second level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. In addition, he was the chief of the Demon Subduing Hall. At this moment, he was like a fish in water in the space of the Demon Subduing Formation.

He relied on the Demon Subduing Formation. Every time he swung his fists and feet, a Luohan Dharma image would appear, accompanied by a shocking Sanskrit sound, which was the "Great Sanskrit Sound Luohan Fist" he was good at.

Although the monk Jiuku was thin and short, he was good at the unique wood attribute "Withering and Flourishing Technique". Every time he made a move, he would burst out with a huge momentum like a forest of trees.

Under the siege of Monk Jiuheng

and Monk Jiuku, the three-headed demon king, whose cultivation was suppressed by the formation, could only defend himself. If he didn't have three heads and six arms and almost no dead angles in his defense, he would have been beaten up a lot.

On the other side, Monk Jiuchi, the head of the Golden Buddha Temple and the title of Golden Buddha Monk, directly blocked the opposite side of Yaksha Cangyue.

Monk Jiuchi put his hands together and said loudly: "This donor, my previous proposal still counts. If you are willing to leave now, I can still let you go. You are originally from the Northern Region, so why do you have to associate with the evil spirits of the Western Region?"

"As far as I know, the demon-subduing formation of the Golden Buddha Temple can only suppress a certain kind of body fluctuation trapped in it. I choose to fight you now, and it is not a loss", Yaksha Cangyue responded simply, "There is no point in talking more, let's let the fist decide."

Immediately, Yaksha Cangyue pinched out a strange spell with both hands. On the fingertips, a band of black spiritual light spun non-stop.

Then, Yasha Cangyue turned his hands into sword fingers and tapped the four acupoints on his chest.

As his fingers fell, the gates on the four key acupoints suddenly opened.

A powerful, sealed ghost power instantly burst out from Yasha Cangyue's body. Bands of swirling black spiritual power overflowed from his body, lashing the void like a whip.

At the same time, circles of inky soul fluctuations spread from Yasha Cangyue's feet. Wherever he passed, the yin energy rolled and the ghosts circled, as if the underworld had descended.

At this moment, Yaksha Cangyue's facial features had no obvious changes, but there were dark Yaksha ghost lines on both sides of her face, exuding an aura similar to that of the Great Ghost King.

The dark green pine robes flew up behind him, making him look like the Yaksha God of War from the underworld.

According to Yaksha Cangyue's judgment, although this demon-suppressing array can suppress the cultivation of those trapped in it, it can only suppress one kind of power fluctuation. Now that the three-headed demon master's demonic spiritual power fluctuations have been suppressed, he can no longer suppress the fluctuations of his ghostly martial arts.

Seeing this, Monk Jiuchi sighed softly: "In that case, let me, the old monk, teach me about the Yaksha Kung Fu of the donor."

Monk Jiuchi activated his body, and a band of golden Sanskrit characters spun out from the surface of his body. It was like golden Buddhist sutras flying around, emitting bursts of correcting Buddha's words.

And behind him, a tall golden Buddha statue appeared. The Buddha's dharma-like appearance, with kind brows and kind eyes, seems to be listening to the prayers of the believers, yet he reveals his supreme majesty.

Monk Jiuchi took one step forward, and with the blessing of the "Golden Buddha Technique" he was good at, he fought with the transformed Yaksha Cangyue.

Not long after, Monk Jiuchi and Yaksha Cangyue were attacking and defending each other with dozens of punches.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

Where the two fists collided, the pale green ghost flames and the light golden Buddha light were entangled, exploding circles of shock waves visible to the naked eye, and the sound of rolling thunder erupted.

While Yaksha Cang Yue was fighting, she was thinking quickly: "The abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple is revered as the 'Golden Buddha Monk', and he is well-deserved when we see him today. If we continue to fight with him like this, it will be difficult to tell the winner." The three heads on the other side The Demon Lord is suppressed by the other two monks. As time goes by, he will definitely lose. In order to fulfill the promise to that person, I have to fight hard. "

Yaksha Cangyue punched hard, and with a bang, it collided head-on with Monk Jiuchi's punch.

The strength of the fist exploded, setting off a strong wind.

With the help of the rebound force of the fist, Yaksha Cangyue's figure jumped back seven or eight feet.

Yaksha Cangyue narrowed her eyes, and formed a strange magic formula with both hands. On her fingertips, green lines of fire swam, and in a blink of an eye, the seal of the head of a "Yaksha ghost" with green flaming hair appeared. The seal is only three inches in size, but it is solid and real, as if it is a real Yaksha ghost head.

The seal on the head of the "Yaksha Ghost" floated upward, reaching the height of Yaksha Cangyue's chin. A look of determination flashed in Yaksha Cangyue's eyes. She opened her mouth and sucked in, and a golden light rolled out, sucking the "Yaksha Ghost" seal into her mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Yaksha Cangyue's Kung Fu body shook, and a circle of energy burst out from his body.

Green ghost flames, and his hair also turned into green flames like a yaksha ghost.

He looked more like a Yaksha ghost from the underworld. And his martial body aura became more violent and enthusiastic.

Cack, Cang Yue's shoulder bones crackled.

With two puff sounds, two green flames ignited on his neck, and on his shoulders, there were two more heads on the left and right, which were identical to his own body.

"Secret Technique - Three Transformations of Yaksha!"

Yaksha Cangyue's figure was divided into three, and three identical Yaksha Cangyue appeared. The three figures swayed back and forth rapidly, and when they stood still again, it was no longer possible to tell which one was the real one.

When Monk Jiuchi saw this, he glanced with his consciousness, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but whisper: "It is a very clever clone technique, but it is a very rare technique that can make the clone almost indistinguishable from the main body."

Without stopping for a moment, the three bodies of Yaksha Cangyue performed magic spells at the same time, and chanted the curse in unison: "The silver moon hides shadows, ghosts and gods are invisible, Yaksha changes three times..."

Buzz!

There was a moment of emptiness, and a huge silver moon appeared in mid-air. Silver Moon's method is perfect, and the face of a Yaksha ghost with green flame hair is looming.

The silver light burst out, and the silver-moon Dharma cast a bright silver barrier, covering the Jiuchi monk on the opposite side.

The three bodies of Yaksha Cangyue turned into large groups of silver light spots and disappeared under the moonlight, and everything became strangely quiet.

Monk Jiuchi suddenly felt his whole body tense up, his consciousness and facial features became blurred, and he secretly screamed, "No, I've been hit by his barrier technique."

Just as Monk Jiuchi hesitated, a group of silver light spots suddenly appeared in three directions beside him. The silver light converged, revealing three bodies of Yaksha Cangyue.

Take action!

Each of Yaksha Cangyue's three bodies stretched out a palm. Silently, he grabbed Monk Jiuchi's shoulder.

The powerful and cold power of ghosts and gods instantly penetrated into Monk Jiuchi's body.

"Do you think you can control me, old monk, like this?" Monk Jiuchi suddenly clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

boom!

Countless golden Sanskrit characters burst out from his body. The scary thing is that these Sanskrit characters are tightly arranged into lightsabers, like a formation of golden swords cutting them.

Bang bang bang... bang bang bang...

The three Yaksha Cangyue bodies surrounding Monk Jiuchi were too close to dodge such a dense array of Sanskrit golden swords, and countless holes were immediately penetrated into their bodies.

Monk Jiuchi succeeded with one move and said coldly: "Even if your true body is mixed in, you will not be able to escape the punishment of my Buddha's Word Sword Formation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Monk Jiuchi's brows suddenly frowned. He found that the bodies of the three Yaksha Cangyue turned into stars and disappeared.

"No, these three bodies are not his true body." Monk Jiuchi said in surprise.

At this moment, a palm-sized silver moon was hovering silently in front of Jiuchi Monk. It seemed invisible, without any spiritual power fluctuations.

And the next moment, an arm stretched out from the palm-sized silver moon, and the five fingers clenched tightly, turning into a fist.

Bang!

A ghost fist hit Jiuchi Monk's heart vein firmly.

As powerful as Jiuchi Monk was, his heart vein was shaken and his body staggered backwards.

Before Jiuchi Monk could stand firm, a figure flashed out, it was Yaksha Cangyue's body.

Without stopping for a moment, Yaksha Cangyue punched Jiuchi Monk's heart vein three times in a row.

Bang bang bang.

Jiuchi Monk knelt on one knee, and a dagger made of green ghost flames was placed across his neck.

"Master, thank you!"

At this moment, Jiuchi Monk's heart veins trembled, his body was in chaos, and a ball of turbid air in his throat could not go up and down, and he could not speak for a while.

"All monks of the Golden Buddha Temple, stop it." Yaksha Cangyue shouted, "Otherwise, I will kill your abbot right now."