Chapter 691: The Great Shaman's Divine Sword "Slays the Soul"! Instantly Injured!

On the other side, on the battlefield where flames of war were raging, Mingwangzun and Luohan Monk were like two towering mountains, firmly suppressing the Buku Priest and the Hezhe Shaman. The atmosphere on the battlefield was almost frozen, leaving only the fierce collision between the Tantric Buddhist light and the shaman's divine power.

However, at this critical moment when the outcome seemed to be decided, an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly enveloped the hearts of Mingwangzun and Luohan Seng.

"Not good!" The monk Luohan's heart trembled, and his rock-steady body couldn't help but shake slightly.

He sensed an extremely powerful and unfamiliar aura approaching in an unstoppable manner.

Immediately afterwards, a blade light as bright as a star cut through the night sky, like a meteor in the sky, descending with the momentum to destroy everything!
The battlefield that looked like a Buddhist pure land, which was originally covered by the seemingly indestructible Buddha light of the "Pure Heart Bodhi" Arhat, was instantly cut apart by the sword light!
Moreover, the sword's power did not diminish, and it went straight towards the Vajra King statue that was attacking the Buku priest and the Hezhe shaman like a golden Buddhist Vajra!

This blade light came from the existence that had been hiding in the dark and had never appeared before - the great shaman of the Jurchen Shamanism!

He was wearing a black robe embroidered with ancient totems. His face was old, but his eyes were as deep as the abyss.

And what he held tightly in his hand was the treasure of Jurchen Shamanism, a magic sword called "Zhanling". It was said that this sword contained the power of the spirits of ancestors and could cut off all obstacles in the world.

As the "Soul Slashing" skill was used, the wind and clouds changed color, and the entire battlefield seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and even the air made a wailing sound.

The knife light was so fast that it was impossible to catch it, and it was extremely sharp. It directly penetrated the seemingly impeccable Buddha light barrier of the Arhat monk, like a sharp blade cutting into soft silk, easily splitting this piece of Buddhist pure land into two.

Ming Wangzun felt a chill running down his spine. He didn't have time to think about it. He fully activated the Vajra power in his body and tried to withstand the attack with his physical body.

However, how could the power of "Soul Severing" be resisted by mortal flesh?
The blade was as fast as lightning, and it did not give Ming Wang Zun any time to react before it cut through his carefully cultivated Ming Wang body. An arm fell off, and blood gushed out, staining his golden robes red.

Then, the knife continued to move down along his shoulder to his chest, leaving a shocking blood mark and revealing the heart that was still beating tenaciously.

"what--"

Ming Wangzun let out a deafening roar, pain and unwillingness intertwined in his heart, his eyes were wide open, full of disbelief.

He was a master of the celestial realm of Tantric Buddhism, and he even thought that he had made great progress in the field of body refining, with the strength of a diamond that was enough to shake mountains and rivers. However, he did not expect to suffer such a serious injury from this sudden knife attack.

The power of the Vajra Subduing Demon Fist had not yet been unleashed when it was completely interrupted by the sudden knife strike.

"Humph, a Tantric monk is no more than this."

Wanyan Cangyue, the great shaman of the Jurchen Shamanism, has eyes as deep as the abyss, and his old voice reveals a heart-pounding majesty.

His self-created martial art "Cang Yue Sword Technique" combines the shamanism's magic sword with the ultimate secret of swordsmanship. Every time the sword is swung, it seems to be able to cut off everything and destroy everything.

He slowly put away the "Soul Slashing" and lightly tapped the ground with the tip of the knife. Waves of powerful internal energy spread out in all directions with him as the center, forming circles of ripples visible to the naked eye. The entire battlefield seemed to be under his control.

When the Arhat monk saw this, he was shocked, but his years of practice allowed him to calm down quickly.

He put his hands together, chanted scriptures, and the Buddha's light became stronger again, trying to fight against the sudden great shaman with his own strength. However, the strength of this great shaman was obviously beyond imagination. His internal force seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth, and every wave contained destructive power.

On the other side, the "Prajna Samsara" Venerable also noticed something was wrong at this time. He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as torches, and instantly locked onto the figure of the great shaman.

The true essence of Jurchen Shamanism appeared in this place, allowing the venerable monk to truly realize it.

Today's battle is no longer a simple confrontation between Tantric Buddhism and Shamanism, but a real encirclement and suppression of Tantric Buddhism by Shamanism.

It seems like the three of them tried to fish but ended up being caught!

His figure flashed, and he appeared in the center of the battlefield like a ghost, facing the Great Shaman from a distance. A sense of reincarnation of the middle stage of heaven and man overflowed from his body, merging with the surrounding heaven and earth vitality, forming an indescribable pressure.

"The Great Jurchen Shaman! His reputation is well-deserved, but the Tantric Buddhism is no ordinary one!"

The Prajna Samsara Venerable spoke in a calm tone. Although his true cultivation was only at the middle stage of the celestial being, with his extremely strange sense of reincarnation, he was able to barely raise his true combat power to the late stage of the celestial being.

Although compared to the great shaman who has reached the peak of heaven and earth and holds the shamanism artifact, it is still a bit behind.

But he still felt that he should be able to hold on for a while longer and wait for support from the Murong family!
"Humph, you bald asses of the Tantric Buddhism, you always say that calamities come and go, then today is your calamity!"

The great shaman Wanyan Cangyue snorted coldly, as if it contained endless chill.

He lightly swung the "Soul-Slaying Sword" in his hand, and another sharp blade light cut through the sky and went straight towards the Arhat monk.

The Arhat monk had a solemn expression on his face. As a person in the early stage of becoming a celestial being, he knew very well that he was no match for Wanyan Cangyue.

But as one of the most celestial monks in Tantric Buddhism, how could he admit defeat so easily?
He clasped his hands together, chanted scriptures again, and the Buddha's light around him became brighter again, as if he wanted to use it to resist the overwhelming sword light.

However, the great shaman Wanyan Cangyue's swordsmanship was too sharp. The sword light was like a meteor across the night sky, instantly penetrating the Arhat monk's Buddha light defense and going straight to his vital point.

The Arhat monk retreated rapidly, narrowly avoiding the knife, but his clothes were cut by the knife, revealing a hideous wound.

Upon seeing this, the Venerable "Prajna Samsara" was greatly shocked. If the Great Shaman Wanyan Cangyue was allowed to continue wreaking havoc like this, the three people from the Tantric Buddhism would probably die here today.

"Amitabha, you have a strong desire to kill. I will come to meet you for a while!"

The venerable chanted a Buddhist name, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Wanyan Cangyue. He moved his hands slightly, and streams of internal force with the meaning of reincarnation overflowed from his fingertips, turning into an invisible net, attempting to restrain Wanyan Cangyue's movements.

Wanyan Cangyue snorted coldly, and swung the "Soul-Slaying" in his hand suddenly. The sword light was like a dragon, colliding with the Venerable's internal force network, making a deafening roar.

(End of this chapter)