My Disciples Are All Villains Chapter 388
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Chapter 388: Human Hands and Heaven-grade Weapons
Xu Jing placed the prayer beads carefully on his right palm before covering it with his left palm . He said, “Thank you, Benefactor Ji . ”
With these Buddhist prayer beads, Xu Jing’s strength and cultivation base would greatly improve so long as he cultivated well . When the time came, restoring the glory of the Heaven Choice Temple would no longer be a mere pipe dream .
Lu Zhou stroked his beard indifferently as he observed the situation at the foot of the mountain .
With the Buddhist prayer beads in his hands, Xu Jing’s aura seemed to have changed . “Regain formation . ”
“Understood . ”
Xu Jing wore the Buddhist prayer beads around his neck . When his Primal Qi surged, the Buddhist prayer beads sensed the influx of Primal Qi and shone faintly . A golden light shot out .
“Bright Mirror . ”
The disciples behind Xu Jing chanted the sutra along with him . They sounded louder than before .
A huge radiant circle appeared below Xu Jing’s feet . A new enhancing-energy seal was formed . The magnificent pattern and dazzling golden radiance descended on the ground again .
Once again, the strength of the members of the Evil Sky Pavilion was boosted . They felt invigorated . They looked up at the group of monks in the skies .
Zhu Honggong said excitedly . “Old monk, I’ll treat you to a drink someday!”
“Amitabha . ” When alcohol was mentioned, Xu Jing frowned . He was a monk and could not partake in alcohol .
Meanwhile, Pan Litian sent Kong Yuan flying with a strike from his Wine Gourd . He was trying to hit the back of Kong Yuan’s head .
However, Kong Yuan was not like the other puppets . He was far superior in terms of strength, cultivation base, and reflexes . Also, he would occasionally summon his Fiend Zen avatar, which made his opponents wary of him .
Kong Yuan glared at Xu Jing who was hovering in midair . When he saw the prayer beads around Xu Jing’s neck, he seemed furious . He went berserk as he launched a barrage of black palm seals at Pan Litian .
Pan Litian’s cultivation base had not recovered yet . He barely managed to hold Kong Yuan down with his Wine Gourd, he could not fight directly against Kong Yuan . Under these circumstances, he could only dodge .
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Black palm seals sailed in the air, and Pan Litian continued to dodge to the best of his abilities .
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“Old Pan, are you alright?” Leng Luo maneuvered his way through the horde of puppets with his Dao Invisibility Technique .
Just as a dozen of puppets charged at Pan Litian…
Whizz!
A 100-foot avatar pushed them away .
Pan Litian replied, “I can manage!”
The Bright Mirror extended toward them . It immediately bolstered Pan Litian’s spirits . His dantian’s sea of Qi felt much more comfortable as well .
For a time, the ground was strewn with corpses .
Lu Zhou stood on Bi An’s back as he surveyed the area before him . Then, he looked at the forest in the distance .
Kong Yuan had emerged from that part of the forest . Lu Zhou concluded Ba Ma should be hiding inside a Formation in that forest as he maintained control over the puppets .
With the support of Bright Mirror, the Evil Sky Pavilion gained the upper hand . The puppets’ movements were clearly slower .
Meanwhile, Little Yuan’er picked up her pace . With her 10-foot-tall avatar, she crashed through the puppets and sent them flying with her kicks . She blew raspberries at them .
“Little Junior Sister, why are you pulling faces at them? It’s not like they can understand you . ” Mingshi Yin shot past Little Yuan’er .
Little Yuan’er said, “I just felt like it!”
Up above, the unbroken sutra chant resounded throughout the mountain .
Beyond the trees, inside the witchcraft Formation, Ba Ma cursed in a low voice, “Bald donkey!”
With a wave of his right hand, a purple radiant circle shot toward Zhang Yuanshan .
Zhang Yuanshan’s eyes widened .
With a deep voice, Ba Ma said, “Go and kill them all . ”
Zhang Yuanshan left Ba Ma and charged at the members of the Evil Sky Pavilion .
The current Zhang Yuanshan was different from when he was alive . Terrifying tentacles shot out from his arms as he lunged toward Little Yuan’er who was closest to him .
“Trying to capture me? Dream on! Seven Stars Cloud Treading Steps . ” Little Yuan’er retreated .
Zhang Yuanshan stretched his arms out . His voice sounded vile and cold as he said, “You can’t get away!”
“Nirvana Sash!” Little Yuan’er’s Nirvana Sash danced in the air, shrouded in energy . It positioned itself before her .
At the same time, Duanmu Sheng’s Thousand Waves appeared to help her .
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A thousand spear shadows struck Zhang Yuanshan’s chest . The heaven-grade weapon struck the same spot, causing a dent . He retreated .
“Thank you, Third Senior Brother . ” Little Yuan’er flung her Nirvana Sash out and repelled the puppets around her .
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When the puppets reeled back, several powerful energy arrows came from above the Evil Sky Pavilion and hit the backs of their heads .
The puppets fell and no longer moved .
Little Yuan’er raised her thumb in the general direction of the top of the Evil Sky Pavilion . “Sister Yuexing has some skills . ”
Hua Yuexing smiled despite herself after receiving the compliment . She felt much more confident now .
Zhang Yuanshan had been boosted after all . He was an Eight-leaf expert after all . It was already a commendable feat for Duanmu Sheng to keep him at bay .
As expected, Zhang Yuanshan leaped to the side in a different direction and flew toward Xu Jing in the air .
Xu Jing frowned . “Ward Mudra! Golden Buddha Body!”
When Zhang Yuanshan lunged at Xu Jing again, he made a shocking move . He hit his sea of Qi with his palms .
“This is bad! Retreat!” Xu Jing and his disciples retreated in a square formation in the air with his Golden Body and Ward Mudra . For this reason, the Bright Mirror was deactivated .
“Self-destruct?” This was similar to what Leng Luo experienced when he faced the Ten Shamans . He snorted and pushed away from the ground, leaving several afterimages in his wake . “I’ll be your opponent!”
Zhang Yuanshan hit his own sea of Qi again .
Leng Luo activated his avatar at this moment as well and positioned himself between Xu Jing and the monks .
Boom!
With Zhang Yuanshan at the epicenter, a blue explosion rippled out as a purple mist hung in the air and descended on the surroundings .
Whizz!
Whizz!
The Evil Sky Pavilion disciples’ at the foot of the mountain activated their avatars and kept the purple mist at bay .
…
Ba Ma swept his gaze across the members of the Evil Sky Pavilion and their shining heaven-grade weapons…
Duanmu Sheng wielded the Overlord Spear .
Zhao Yue wielded her Sky Dagger with a backhand grip .
Little Yuan’er had her Nirvana Sash wrapped around herself .
Zhu Honggong wore his boxing gloves .
Pan Litian’s gourd bottle was circling around him .
Hua Yuexing was shooting with her bow from afar .
What an ostentatious and luxurious lineup . Such opponents should be killed while they were still inside the cradle .
Ba Ma suppressed his excitement as best he could . These future elites would all die by his hands today .
With the purple mist descended on the land, Ba Ma extended his arms and looked up at the skies . With a trembling voice, he said, “For Lou Lan… Junior sister, our sacrifices were worth it . ”
…
The purple mist obscured Leng Luo’s vision . He used his Eight-leaf avatar to block the backlash from Zhang Yuanshan’s self-destruction . He immediately recalled his avatar as he reeled back .
Xu Jing and his disciples continued to retreat in a square formation . The Bright Mirror was shattered by the impact .
Meanwhile, Pan Litian and the monk, Kong Yuan, climbed even higher as they fought .
The purple mist surrounded them . Kong Yuan was unaffected . He suddenly lunged .
Pan Litian realized things were not looking good and flipped his body immediately .
Bam! Bam! Bam!
“Old Pan!”
“Elder Pan!”
Kong Yuan growled and dove . His black Fiend Zen reappeared .
They had not witnessed Yu Shangrong slicing the Fiend Zen with his sword before . If they did, they would have been shocked by Yu Shangrong’s terrifying strength . However, the Fiend Zen that should have been destroyed by the sword had made a comeback . It seemed like the dead were no longer staying dead .
The Fiend Zen avatar’s black figure crashed toward Pan Litian .
“Thousand Catties Defense!” A round barrier emerged from the gourd bottle in Pan Litian’s hand .
Bam!
The Fiend Zen crashed into the barrier .
Pan Litian fell . His blood essence boiled, and his old face flushed from the effort .
Thud!
Pan Litian fell to the ground .
The others from the Evil Sky Pavilion quickly gathered around him . They formed a circle around Pan Litian .
“What is this mist?” Mingshi Yin asked .
“Blood curse!” Leng Luo said .
“Blood curse?”
“Blood essence from a powerful cultivator is mixed with that of the spellcaster’s to cast this spell . If we’re hit by the blood curse, we won’t be able to move anymore,” Leng Luo said grimly .
“What a pain!” A scornful expression appeared on Mingshi Yin’s face . “We can only hold it off with our energies . ”
Without the enhancement from the Bright Mirror, their Primal Qi seemed to be depleting more quickly .
After Pan Litian was repelled, Kong Yuan turned toward Xu Jing and his disciples who were still in a square formation . His face, which was devoid of blood and expression, was terrifying . With his black avatar, he charged toward Xu Jing and the others .
Lu Zhou frowned . He did not think that it was worth it to use a Deadly Strike Card on a target who was already dead . He finally said, “Stand back . ”
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