Chapter 689: Three Monks vs. Two Shamans
"Hmph, you shaman monster, watch out!"

Ming Wangzun shouted loudly, rushed forward suddenly, and threw a punch with a wind as strong as a dragon, mixed with the power of Vajra, and went straight to the Buku Priest and Hezhe Shaman.

This punch was none other than his unique skill, the "Vajra Subduing Demon Fist". It was said that with one strike, it could change the color of mountains and rivers and cause demons to retreat.

There was a loud bang, and the two forces collided in the air, causing ripples visible to the naked eye, as if even the space was torn apart by this force.

On the other side, the "Bodhi Pure Heart" Arhat monk responded to all changes with the same attitude. His body was as light as a Bodhi leaf falling in the wind. He made seals with his hands and chanted scriptures. His body was instantly enveloped by an invisible Buddha's light, which was warm and gentle, yet contained indescribable power. With a slight wave of his hands, a ray of Buddha's light spread out like a ripple, instantly dissolving the attack of the Buku priest into nothingness. He was immune to all invasions and all evils retreated. It was like a Buddhist pure land that did not allow any foreign objects to disturb him.

Priest Buku was shocked. As an old rival, he naturally knew about these Tantric monks in the celestial realm and knew that the Arhat monks had amazing defensive power, but he did not expect it to be so difficult to break through.

He took a deep breath, and the bronze mirror in his hand shone brightly. Waves of mountain and river power surged out of the bronze mirror, transforming into virtual shadows of mountains, pressing towards the Arhat monk.

The Arhat monk's expression remained unchanged, and the Buddha's light became even brighter. The moment the virtual shadows of the mountains came into contact with the Buddha's light, they melted away like ice and snow encountering sunlight.

As for the "Prajna Samsara" Venerable, his figure was the most elusive, as if he had blended into the night, leaving only a faint shadow.

"Reincarnation is constant, good deeds and evil deeds will eventually be rewarded. Tonight is your fate."

He did not attack directly, but closed his eyes and concentrated, using the method of mental meditation to perceive every subtle change on the battlefield. No matter whether it was a shamanistic illusion or other tricks, nothing could escape his mental meditation.

The bronze mirror in Priest Buku's hand shone brightly, and streams of internal force surged out of the bronze mirror, transforming into green tornadoes that swept towards the three Tantric Buddhists. At the same time, Shaman Hezhe's flame staff also exerted its full potential, and streams of blazing flames shuttled through the battlefield like fire dragons, interweaving with the green tornadoes.

Ming Wangzun snorted coldly, and his body suddenly grew again. Every punch he threw was accompanied by the phantom of a furious Vajra, as if countless Vajras were present in the world, fighting against those green tornadoes and blazing flames. Every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar, and the entire Yuwen camp seemed to be shaking.

The Arhat monk was as steady as a rock. No matter how turbulent the outside world was, his invisible Buddha light never broke. He clasped his hands together and chanted scriptures continuously. The Buddha light gradually condensed into a huge curtain of light, which bounced back all the attacks one by one, making the attacks of the Buku Priest and the Hezhe Shaman seem more and more difficult.

The Venerable "Prajna Samsara" finally opened his eyes. His gaze seemed to penetrate time and space and directly saw the essence of the battle.

He smiled slightly and flicked his fingers. Subtle internal forces flowed out from his fingertips and merged silently into the battlefield. Those seemingly fierce attacks, under the influence of these internal forces carrying the meaning of reincarnation, actually began to become slow, and some even dissipated directly into nothingness.

Priest Buku and Shaman Hezhe felt the change in power and were shocked. They knew that the seemingly mysterious old bald man next to them was their biggest threat tonight.

The two men looked at each other, and without saying anything, they tacitly increased their offensive, attempting to break the current deadlock with absolute force.

However, the three masters of Tantric Buddhism were no ordinary people. When they joined forces, they seemed to form an indestructible fortress. They were able to easily deal with the power of mountains and rivers of the Buku priest or the might of fire of the Hezhe shaman.

However, now the Buku priest and the Hezhe shaman have seen the situation clearly. The Yuwen Xianbei were obviously well prepared and were waiting for them to get in. Even if they still have the Great Shaman as a trump card behind them, it is hard to foresee that the Secret Sect will also have one.

By then, the two of them would have to face the unethical siege of these three old bald men, and one of them might have to stay behind.

Therefore, at this time, the two of them had already begun to retreat.
However, they wanted to leave, but the three old monks from the Tantric Buddhism on the opposite side did not agree.

When the "Prajna Samsara" master on the side discovered that Priest Buku was trying to use the terrain to escape, he just frowned slightly and flicked his fingers. An internal force with a strong sense of reincarnation overflowed from his fingertips and turned into an invisible chain that instantly wrapped around Priest Buku's feet, making him unable to move.

Priest Buku secretly thought that something was wrong. He did not expect that the Venerable's method of reincarnation was so strange and unpredictable that it could easily restrict his actions.

He struggled hard, but found himself trapped in an endless cycle, and every effort was in vain.

At this time, the battle between Hezhe Shaman and Ming Wangzun also entered a white-hot stage.

Hezhe Shaman waved his flaming staff, and his internal strength surged wildly, transforming into blazing flames that pounced towards Mingwangzun like a fire dragon, while Mingwangzun countered with his "Vajra Subduing Demon Fist". Every time he threw a punch, it was as if Vajra had descended to the world, and the mountains and rivers shook.

The two forces collided violently in the air, fire and golden light intertwined, illuminating the entire night sky like daytime.

Seeing this, the Arhat monk also joined the battle. He clasped his hands together and chanted scriptures. A huge Buddha light curtain descended from the sky, covering the entire battlefield near them.

Under this Buddha's light, all the means used by the shamans to exert their internal strength were exposed. Even the attacks of the Hezhe shamans and Buku priests in the center of the battlefield were greatly restricted.

On the other side, in the center of the Yuwen Xianbei camp, the Khan's tent stood tall. The wind and snow priest Xue Wuling, dressed in snow-white shaman costume, slowly approached like a ghost in the night, trying to see if there was a chance to kidnap the Yuwen Xianbei Khan - Yuwen Yong, or behead him directly.

After all, according to the intelligence from the Jurchen-Manchu intelligence organization, Nian Gangchu, it seemed that Yuwen Shang, who was guarding Yuwen Yong, had just broken through to the celestial level.

With the pair of shamanistic drumsticks in her hands, she might have a chance to defeat him.

It is easier to kill someone than to protect someone!
As Xue Wuling moved her lotus steps lightly, each step was accompanied by the crisp sound of the bells on her waist, like the most melodious music in winter. In her hands, she tightly grasped a pair of drumsticks, which were one of the sacred artifacts of the Jurchen Shamanism, containing endless power of wind and snow.

As she slowly struck the drumsticks, a chilling inner force spread through the air. The temperature around her seemed to drop instantly. Wind and snow arose out of nowhere. Winds of cold air overflowed from the drumsticks, interweaving with the surrounding air and turning into snowflakes that floated down.

The temperature around suddenly dropped, snowflakes flew everywhere, and an unprecedented vortex of wind and snow formed, slowly approaching the Khan's tent, as if it was going to swallow the entire tent in a sea of ​​white.

(End of this chapter)