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A loud roar echoed across the battlefield, filled with anger that seemed ready to topple the Starlit Mist. Yet, it was unclear which of the Azure Dragon Seven Stars was responsible for it.
As this thought crossed their minds, Gu and Qingyu slowed their pace. If there were friends ahead, it would be one thing, but the academy and Tianzhu Temple clearly had no allies. If they were to be drawn into chaos, wouldn’t they be making garments for others?
Qingyu raised his right leg, signaling a halt, while Gu Lian paused in mid-air.
What would the Poor Monk discover?
With that, he took out a fierce-looking object from his waist pouch. It was smooth as jade but also transparent, likely made of Buddhist glass, though its purpose remained a mystery.
“May I ask, Master, what is this object for?”
In the Cultivation World, there were countless wondrous items, especially those from the Buddhist Sect, which were quite rare. Even someone like Tenglan, who had traveled extensively, might not recognize them all, let alone Gu who had just begun to explore the Cultivation World.
That object is called Liuli Listening; as for its use, please observe.
Liuli Listening fell from Qingyu's palm and began to run ahead, soon disappearing from their sight. The fascinating part was that Qingyu held a bronze mirror in his hand, which reflected his face alongside a starry scene.
The image shifted several times until a massive green Azure Dragon appeared within it. With a swift motion of his left leg, Qingyu suspended the mirror before them; its surface grew to a height of one person, and the image became clearer.
Could this be the all-knowing technique of the Buddhist Sect? Gu asked in confusion; he knew very little about Buddhist practices.
He thought too much. The so-called art of knowing all things, could it be the Great Divine Power? That Liuli Listening Post was merely a small trinket, not worth mentioning at all.
The master was being humble. It seemed that Buddhist Artifacts also had their marvelous uses, didn't they?
Everything in the world has its purpose; one cannot generalize.
Roar.
Qingyu's words were abruptly interrupted by another loud roar. In the scene, Ying Wuyi wielded the Xuanhua Axe, fiercely battling against a Fu Long that was over ten zhang long. Qingyu Monk felt a chill run down his spine. Although he was skilled in the ways of the Buddhist Sect, he was not adept in close combat. Facing such a ferocious creature as the Fu Long in close quarters made him realize that Ying Wuyi was no ordinary person.
The two Xuanhua Axes were not just ordinary weapons; they were imbued with spiritual energy, intricately carved with patterns resembling the Ancient Beast Qiongqi. Among the twisted designs, a pair of eyes seemed to be half-open and half-closed. Even from a distance, one could feel the power emanating from those axes.
Qingyu Master wondered if he could take on that Fu Long alone.
It would undoubtedly be a decisive battle.
If one of them were to face the Fu Long, would they have any chance of victory?
The Poor Monk certainly had no issues with that; he just didn't know how strong Gu was.
In that case, why not intercept the Third Prince of the Great Qin Empire? Qingyu Master thought about how to deal with that Fu Long.
If he truly managed to confront that Fu Long, then half of Gu's efforts would be in vain.
Then they set off.
With a few words to settle the legs and the distribution of spoils afterward, the two of them hurried toward the battlefield without hesitation. The commotion here was quite significant, and they had been observing for a long time. It was not out of the question that there were many capable individuals nearby who could independently take down that Fu Long. Bu Luo and Qingyu had already confirmed themselves as the strongest combination among those present, hoping to avoid being overwhelmed by a group attack. Taking down that Fu Long should not be a big problem.
Ying Wuyi's Qiongqi Splitting Heaven Axe trembled, sending a massive shockwave that left Fu Long dazed. For a moment, everything went dark for it, and it began to thrash about, unable to locate its enemy.
Taking advantage of Fu Long's momentary loss of focus, Ying Wuyi raised the Qiongqi Splitting Heaven Axe high and began chanting incantations. The axe bore the intricate patterns of Qiongqi on its surface. Suddenly, his eyes widened as an overwhelming force surged from ancient times, making Fu Long feel an even greater sense of danger. Sensing the impending threat, it attempted to flee into the distance.
However, it unexpectedly collided with an incredibly hard object and fell to the ground. Shaking its head to regain its vision, it looked up only to find itself covered by a Golden Bowl. No matter how Fu Long tried to escape in that direction, the Golden Bowl would block its path, preventing it from escaping the range locked onto by Qiongqi.
When Ying Wuyi saw the Golden Bowl suddenly appear above Fu Long's head, he felt uneasy. Using the Bowl as a weapon would likely involve those monks from Tianzhu Temple. Sure enough, after the Bowl appeared, the figure of Qingyu Monk materialized right in front of Ying Wuyi.
Ying Wuyi hastily urged his incantation; in his view, he just needed to unleash the axe on Qiongqi. Regardless of whether Fu Long or Qingyu Monk was involved, he would not deny that he faced a formidable opponent.
"Thank you for your generous gift," Ying Wuyi said. "That Heart Constellation Symbol Dragon will be taken by this Poor Monk."
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