Chapter 692: King Kong burns his life and is brutally dismembered!
The two forces tore at each other, and it was difficult to tell who would win for a while.

However, Wanyan Cangyue had a profound cultivation base and sharp swordsmanship, and gradually, cracks began to appear in the Venerable's internal force network.

At this moment, Mingwangzun endured the pain and stood up again, emitting the power of Vajra all over his body, like a furious Mingwang.

"King Kong Demon-Suppressing Fist!"

He shouted loudly and threw a punch with a force as strong as a dragon, heading straight for Wanyan Cangyue.

Wanyan Cangyue turned his body and easily avoided Ming Wangzun's fist. At the same time, he swung the "Soul-Slaying" in his hand again, and another sharp sword light appeared.

This time, his target was no longer Mingwangzun, but the Arhat monk who was fighting with the Buku priest and Hezhe shaman who had reacted and cooperated with him to launch a counterattack.

At this time, Luohan Monk was concentrating on dealing with the attacks from Buku Priest and Hezhe Shaman, and never expected that Wanyan Cangyue would suddenly attack him.

The knife flashed like lightning and appeared in front of him in an instant.

"not good!"

The Arhat monk was shocked, but it was too late to dodge. He could only try his best to concentrate the Buddha's light around his body at one point in an attempt to block the deadly sword light.

However, Wanyan Cangyue's swordsmanship was too sharp. The sword light instantly penetrated the Luohan monk's Buddha light defense, leaving a wound on his body deep enough to see the bone.

"Humph!"

The Arhat monk groaned, staggered backward, and almost fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, you bald asses of the Tantric Buddhism, today is your doom!"

Wanyan Cangyue laughed loudly and swung the "Soul Slaying" in his hand again. The blade light was like a rainbow and went straight towards the "Prajna Samsara" Venerable.

Seeing that the situation of their three celestial monks took a turn for the worse under the fierce attack of the great shaman Wanyan Cangyue, and that Mingwangzun and Luohan monk were severely injured one after another, the three old monks of the Tantric Buddhism were extremely anxious. If they did not find a way to reverse the situation, they were afraid that their entire army would be wiped out today.

Mingwangzun's heart was filled with anger, his eyes turned bloodshot, like an angry Vajra.

He knew that the three of them must not all die here, someone must sacrifice in exchange for the chance of survival of the others.

Otherwise, once all three of them died in battle, Yuwen Shang, the cultivator in the early stage of heaven, would be unable to stand alone against the three great masters of Jurchen Shamanism.

If Yuwen Yong fell into the hands of the Jurchen Shamanism, the consequences would be even more disastrous.

"Amitabha, my two brothers, today I, Ming Wang Zun, will risk my life to give you a chance of survival!"

Ming Wangzun roared, and the power of Vajra surged wildly throughout his body. His body was instantly filled with blood, like a volcano about to erupt.

His eyes were wide open, he was chanting scriptures, and his bones were creaking, as if countless powers were boiling in his body.

Then, he directly unleashed the secret technique of Tantric Buddhism—"Vajra Prajna Induction"!
This "Vajra Prajna Induction" is the life-burning skill of the Vajra lineage of Tibetan Buddhism. It can only be used in desperate situations. The operating principle is extremely domineering. It uses the cultivator's entire cultivation, blood, and lifespan in exchange for an absolute burst of power in just a quarter of an hour.

During this short period of time, the cultivator's strength will be increased to an unprecedented level, and he will even be able to cross realms and compete with powerful enemies.

However, the price is extremely heavy. After using this technique, the monk's life span will be greatly reduced, and he may even die on the spot.

But at this moment, Ming Wang Zun could no longer care about so many things. He only knew that he had to fight for a glimmer of life for his fellow brothers. Ming Wang Zun gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain. The Vajra power in his body seemed to burn, emitting a dazzling light.

Ming Wangzun, whose Vajra body had expanded several times, directly withstood Wanyan Cangyue's "Soul Slaying". He only attacked and did not defend. Like a mad beast, he pounced on Wanyan Cangyue, as if he wanted to exchange his life with him.

He put all his strength into every attack, as if he wanted to burn his entire life in this final battle.

Wanyan Cangyue frowned slightly when he saw this. He didn't expect Ming Wangzun to fight so desperately.

Although Ming Wangzun's attack became more fierce, in his opinion, it was just a last gasp.

But the barefoot are not afraid of those wearing shoes. He was unwilling to get injured and felt a little restrained when facing Ming Wangzun's desperate fighting style.

"Humph, you bald ass from the Tantric sect, you are courting death!"

Wanyan Cangyue snorted coldly, and swung the "Soul-Slaying" in his hand again. The sword light was like a rainbow, colliding with Ming Wangzun's fist wind.

The two forces tore at each other, making a deafening roar.

However, Ming Wangzun seemed to be unaware of the pain and only kept punching and attacking. He knew that he did not have much time and had to seize every minute and every second.

His body was already stained red with blood, and the Vajra power in his body was surging wildly, colliding with Wanyan Cangyue's sword light, making a deafening roar.

It’s a pity that the gap between the two is too huge.

Soon, Ming Wangzun's offensive began to become chaotic.

Wanyan Cangyue seized the opportunity and swung his sword, directly removing the only remaining shoulder of Ming Wangzun!

Blood poured out, staining the golden robes of Ming Wang Zun red. But Ming Wang Zun seemed to feel no pain, still gritting his teeth and persisting.

However, Wanyan Cangyue did not stop there.

He swung the knife again and cut off Ming Wangzun's legs at the knees!
Ming Wangzun's body lost support in an instant and fell heavily to the ground.

But he still struggled and tried to get up.

Wanyan Cangyue snorted coldly, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and the magic sword "Zhan Ling" in his hand was swung again, and this sword directly slashed at Ming Wangzun's neck!

The knife flashed like lightning and instantly cut off Ming Wangzun's fragile neck!
Blood gushed out, Ming Wangzun's eyes gradually lost their luster, and finally he fell to the ground powerlessly.

Seeing the Mingwangzun, with whom they had been living day and night, die tragically in front of them, by such a cruel method of dismemberment, the remaining Tantric Arhat monks and the "Prajna Samsara" master were heartbroken and their eyes were bloodshot.

The two looked at each other with a hint of death in their eyes. They knew that this was a moment of life and death. They had to try their best, even at the cost of their lives, to bite off a piece of meat from Wanyan Cangyue's hands!
"Amitabha, go with peace of mind, Junior Brother! I will definitely avenge you!"

The monk Luohan said with tears in his eyes and gritted teeth.

He put his hands together, chanted scriptures, and the Buddha's light around his body became brighter again. He began to prepare to use another secret technique of Tantric Buddhism - "Bodhi Self-Sacrifice", which is also a secret method of exchanging one's own flesh and blood for a short but powerful power.

The "Prajna Samsara" master took a deep breath and prepared to use the "Samsara Despair" that he had practiced for many years. This is a forbidden technique that can trap oneself in reincarnation in exchange for a sudden increase in strength in a short period of time.

(End of this chapter)