After the cutting, the Corpse King inhaled, and the golden sword energy gathered into a ball of golden primordial energy, which was then drawn into his mouth and condensed into a pill before being spat out.
The enormous hand closed its five fingers, and the Corpse King's actions were like an ant trying to shake a tree, having no effect whatsoever; it was all in vain.
"Ten thousand ghosts gather, demons gather, the Heavenly Corpse Emperor's Corpse, the ancient witch god, the Heavenly God and Demon, the Supreme Demon Lord descends."
The dark-skinned, thin Taoist priest let out a sharp cry, and the command flag in his hand shook violently. Thick, viscous black energy surged out from it, transforming into a head the size of a small hill.
The head looks like a bull's head, but the two horns are coiled up, so they are definitely not bull horns.
More importantly, the head had a huge mouth and nose, with fangs that were faintly visible. Its eyes were half-open and half-closed, and a sense of ancient primordial desolation, simplicity, vastness, and remoteness emanated from the head.
"Supreme Demon Lord, it's a pity he only has one head, not enough to impress you."
Lin Yi flicked his finger as if he were flicking cigarette ash.
A thunderclap boomed, and dazzling lightning flashed. The demon lord's impressive-looking head, before it could even utter a single line, was reduced to its original form, turning into a wisp of black mist and vanishing without a trace.
Lin Yi smiled and looked at Chan Yinsha, saying, "How about it? My One Thought Thunder Technique is no worse than the thunder techniques of the Divine Firmament Sect, is it? I also know an even more powerful Nine Heavens Thunder Palace General Formation. Are you interested? Do you want to learn it?"
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Chapter 193 Qiankun Bag
Chan Yinsha smiled without saying a word, while Jin Xun'er, who was being held in her arms, muttered a few words to herself.
Lin Yi threw the four black-clad Taoist priests back into Tianwu City, where they all rolled around on the ground like gourds. Their magical power was sealed, leaving them unable to move.
Then, Lin Yi and Chan Yinsha descended to the ground together.
"Amitabha." After the two approached, Monk Jingren put his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name.
Ordinary ghost immortals would never dare to get too close to a Martial Saint. Especially when the distance is too close, the Martial Saint's blood and energy will erupt, and he can instantly severely injure or even kill the ghost immortal.
However, Lin Yi was not afraid at all. He had achieved the Nascent Soul stage, which was equivalent to a Six Tribulation Ghost Immortal, and had long surpassed the scope of what a Martial Saint could defeat.
Chan Yinsha sized up the monk in front of her and said, "Monk Jingren, I think I saw you once when I visited the Great Zen Temple. Twenty years have passed, and you have become a peak Martial Saint. You are only one step away from the ultimate realm of martial arts, the realm of human immortals."
The monk Jingren recalled the thunderball that had descended from the sky earlier and shattered the Ten Thousand Ghosts Paying Homage Formation, and said, "Divine Firmament Thunder Technique? Are you the Silver Shark King?"
“Yes, it is me.” Zen Yinsha nodded and said.
The monk Jingren gave a bitter smile and said, "Since the destruction of the Great Zen Temple, I have been hiding in the wilderness for twenty years. Everything has changed, and the Silver Shark King, who once roamed the four seas, has been reincarnated as a human."
"Your physical body has already been cultivated to the level of a martial arts grandmaster at the 'Marrow Refining' stage. If you want to transcend the ordinary and become an immortal, it is impossible to achieve it with the martial arts of the Divine Firmament Sect alone."
"I've come here for the secret manual of immortals that I carry in my Qiankun Bag. Unfortunately, you're destined to be disappointed this time..."
"The Tathagata Sutra is now in my hands," Lin Yi suddenly said. His voice was calm, but it made the monk Jingren tremble, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.
Lin Yi continued, "I have a connection with the Great Zen Temple, and the Qiankun Bag is something I'm determined to obtain. How about we make a deal? Besides the current Tathagata Sutra, I also know someone who inherited the Amitabha Sutra from the past. I can guide you to find him?"
"Are you telling the truth?" Monk Jingren asked, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"I have no reason to lie to you." Lin Yi said, his gaze sharpening. Monk Jingren felt as if the space around him had solidified, like an insect trapped in amber.
Having witnessed the other party's magical powers, Monk Jingren sighed inwardly and lowered his head.
All determination and will, without a strong foundation to support them, are like a beautiful bubble, easily burst with a single prick.
After regaining his mobility, the monk Jingren took off the Qiankun Bag from his back, held it in his hand, and reluctantly handed it to Lin Yi.
"This Qiankun Bag can only be opened by Taoist masters and ghost immortals. When I fled to the wilderness, I also brought this bag with me. In order to survive and escape the pursuit, I had no choice but to seek refuge under the sect of the Witch Ghost Path. So this bag fell into the hands of Yu Wutong, the master of the Witch Ghost Path. If he hadn't been trying to escape, he wouldn't have returned it to me today."
"Back then, the abbot foresaw the destruction of the Great Zen Temple, so he packed some of our temple's scriptures, treasures, weapons, and ritual implements into a Qiankun Bag and handed it to a few of us. I don't know any Taoist arts, so I didn't have the ability to open the bag. I don't know if the Witchcraft and Ghost Path used anything inside."
After finishing his speech, Monk Jingren stared intently at the Qiankun Bag. He was eager to know if the valuables, weapons, and books left behind by the Great Zen Temple were still inside.
Chan Yinsha asked, "Back then, you were one of the 108 Bodhisattvas of the Great Chan Temple, a top-tier martial arts master. However, compared to the renowned Four Heavenly Kings, and elders like Yin Hui and Yin Hai, you were still somewhat inferior. Why did the abbot of the Great Chan Temple choose you to escape with the Qiankun Bag and preserve the torch?"
The monk Jingren sighed and said, "Yang Yunji, the emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty at that time, had cultivated the Dao of Creation to its peak. He was proficient in the Great Method of Searching the Heavens and Earth, and it was difficult to hide the thoughts of any ghost or immortal from him."
"Only those who have reached the Grandmaster level in martial arts, can conceal their aura and pretend to be ordinary people, walking on the ground, and have a chance to escape. But the top masters in the temple have long been targeted, and I was the most inconspicuous one, so I barely managed to escape."
Zen Yinsha nodded and didn't say anything more.
Buzzing...
At that moment, a sound that seemed to come from another world rang out, extremely distant, seemingly from the Chenxing universe, yet also seemingly right next to one's ear.
The opening of the Qiankun Bag in Lin Yi's hand was opened, and a stream of azure energy rushed out, forming a giant gate on the ground that was three people high and ten people wide.
The door was entirely formed from air currents, a bluish-green color, like a mirage, making it difficult to distinguish whether it was real or an illusion.
Behind this giant gate formed of azure energy, light shone faintly, and gusts of refreshing breeze blew out from within, carrying a clean and refreshing atmosphere that felt very comfortable.
"Come on, let's go inside and take a look."
Lin Yi left a primordial spirit clone outside, and then, along with Chan Yinsha, Jin Xun'er, and the monk Jingren, they entered the giant gate. The world before their eyes changed; the earth was no longer the earth, and the sky was no longer the sky.
Looking up at the sky, Lin Yi felt as if he could touch it. He probed with his divine sense and found that the sky was only thirty or forty feet high.
At the same time, there was no sun in the sky, but a layer of bright, soft clouds, bluish-green, like jade.
This cloud was extremely tough; even with Lin Yi's powerful divine sense, it was difficult to penetrate it even a fraction of an inch, let alone break through the sky.
After looking at the sky, Lin Yi looked at the ground again. The ground was also a smooth, mirror-like layer of cloud film, like ripples on water. When a person stepped on it, it would create a ripple, but it was incredibly solid.