For cultivators, the Golden Core could not leave the body, but the Monster Core could.
The relic could be made to be like the demon core and could leave the body, but it also meant that he had to risk his life.
When one cultivated to the Sarira realm, the Sarira represented the Buddhist Dao.
If anything happened to the relic, all of his Buddhist cultivation would be crippled.
Therefore, in most battles, very few monks would directly let the relic leave their bodies.
If the relic was damaged, shattered or taken away by the opponent, it would shake the foundation and even threaten one's life.
Great risks naturally brought great power.
The old monk risked his life and took out his sarira. He immediately released Buddhist light and burned the surrounding demons and monsters into ashes.
"You're crazy, old monk!"
The Fujun Lieutenant General was shocked. The sea of blood around him rose, and a large part of it was burned off by the old monk's Buddhist light.
It was too terrifying. The old monk had a sarira hanging above his head, as if he had transformed into the Vairocana. His Buddhist Dharma was upright and righteous, cleansing evil and demons.
His lips moved non-stop as he uttered complex and awkward Sanskrit mantras. Beautiful Buddhist scriptures immediately appeared above the sarira, illuminating the heavens.
The Blood Karma Corpse Demon suddenly felt pressure. It immediately opened its huge mouth and spat out a crimson corpse pill.
He had also cultivated to the Golden Core Realm!
"Old monk, don't think that I'm afraid of you after you spit out the relic!”
"Today, I will kill Buddha and become a demon!”
The Fujun Lieutenant General's eyes were bloodshot from the killing. He was extremely vicious and spat out a scarlet Corpse Pill, which clashed with the old monk's Sarira in midair.
The two essences of cultivation realm sat together and collided. A terrifying shock wave burst out and set off a shocking air wave, breaking the huge camouflage.
One had to know that there were no mansions in the valley of the Mass Grave.
The Witch of the Black Mountain had found a few rotten wooden stakes and large stones, piled them up slightly, and then used a smokescreen to create them.
This kind of trick could fool the demons and monsters, Ning Caicheng, and Nie Xiaoqian.
In fact, he was still far from being able to fool the old monk and Xu Changsheng.
Xu Changsheng's Brahma Heart Dharma Eye had long seen through the camouflage.
After suppressing dozens of demons and monsters with the purple copper alms bowl, Xu Changsheng did not have time to refine these mountain spirits. Instead, he went straight to the main body of the Witch of the Black Mountain.
Xu Changsheng had injured the Witch of the Black Mountain severely with his Vajra Palm, and then he had crushed the Witch of the Black Mountain with his Eighteen Arhat Fist. He knew that it was just a clone of the Witch of the Black Mountain.
Otherwise, how could he have been killed by Xu Changsheng so easily?
The Witch of the Black Mountain was furious. The purple-gold staff was still stuck in the tree trunk.
The purple-gold staff had the power to vanquish demons. Ordinary demons and monsters could not touch it.
The Witch of the Black Mountain did not want the Fujun Zhonglang to come into close contact with his body, so he had to force the purple-gold staff out with his own strength.
When Xu Changsheng saw the purple-gold staff, the Witch of the Black Mountain had already forced half of it out.
Only the end of the staff was still stuck in the tree trunk.
"Crossing the river on a reed!"
Xu Changsheng stepped on the ground, and Buddhist power gushed out from the soles of his feet. His body was light as if he was walking on the wind, and he quickly approached the body of the Witch of the Black Mountain.
Crossing the river on a reed was rumored to be the supreme movement technique of the martial monk Bodhidharma who had become a saint.
How amazing was it to cross the river with just a reed?
Xu Changsheng performed it, and his speed increased drastically. He arrived in front of a thick tree in an instant. Then, he used the Divine Dragon Wags Tail and kicked the purple-gold staff.
"Clang, clang, clang…"
The copper ring on the purple gold staff vibrated and produced a pleasant sound.
The purple-gold staff was pushed back into the tree trunk.
The Witch of the Black Mountain could not help but fly into a rage.
"Ah, little bald donkey, die!"
On the cracked black tree trunk, a hideous old face appeared, opening its bloody mouth and roaring.
"Shua shua shua…"
The ground bulged and the earth cracked.
The old tree roots were like earthworms that turned over and broke out, stabbing toward Xu Changsheng like javelins.
Xu Changsheng's realm was comparable to that of a martial arts grandmaster. It was not just for show.
After cultivating the Tendon Changing Classic to the sixth level, other than his strong physical fitness, his reaction speed and other aspects had also been greatly improved.
He used the Divine Dragon Whip Tail and stepped on the purple gold staff. Then, he used the force to flip and jump into the air, avoiding the roots that pierced out from the ground.
How could the Witch of the Black Mountain end this?
Before the first attack was even, another attack was launched!
"Little bald monk, I must kill you today and suck your Buddha blood dry!”
The Witch of the Black Mountain shook his body, and the trunk suddenly expanded into a towering tree hundreds of meters tall.
The huge pit of ten thousand people suddenly split apart. The black and stinky soil cracked open, and roots as thick as poisonous flood dragons pierced into the air.
Xu Changsheng stepped on the Water-Fire Land Leveling Shoes as if he was walking on flat ground. He waved the Eighteen Arhat Fist and smashed the tree roots that were shooting at him.
Then, he struck the ground with the Ten Thousand Word Buddha Seal.
"Buzz…"
A huge golden swastika was imprinted on the ground of the pitch-black valley, creating a deep swastika-shaped pit the size of a basketball court.
The brand was scorched and green smoke rose.
The soil here was soaked in corpse oil and had been polluted by the power of Yin all year round, which had a fierce confrontation with the Buddhist power.
However, the Witch of the Black Mountain was an old demon, and his roots were entrenched in the entire valley of the Mass Grave.
Every root of the Witch of the Black Mountain was actually entangled with the corpses buried in the mass graves.
The tree roots were pulled out from the ground, even bringing out white skeletons.
"Hehehehe…Die for me, Myriad Skeleton Demon!”
The Witch of the Black Mountain's magic power surged. Using the roots as nerves, he split the white bones into huge skeletons.
He then used the yin fiend soil on the ground as flesh and blood to fill the huge skeleton.
In the blink of an eye, a huge 100-meter-tall skeleton demon was formed.
"What terrifying strength."
"Is this the power of the Witch of the Black Mountain?”
Ning Caicheng and Nie Xiaoqian, who were trembling with the five immortals, were terrified when they saw the Ten Thousand Skeleton Demon standing in the valley.
Hu Xiaoxian hurriedly shouted,"Sisters, don't be distracted!".”
Hu Xiaoxian was one of the five immortals, the fox.
Because he had a deep relationship with Ning Caicheng and Nie Xiaoqian, he switched sides from the five immortals and helped them fight against the five immortals.
"The only thing we can do now is to believe in the little monk and the old monk!”
"Let's focus on dealing with Huang Daxian, Hui Deity, and Bai Deity!”
Ning Caicheng and Nie Xiaoqian joined hands again. The long sleeves of their wedding dress were like red clouds as they fought against the five immortals.
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