My Disciples Are All Villains

Chapter 388: Human Hands and Heaven-grade Weapons

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.

“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.

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.”