Chapter 86

The sect leader approached the foreign monk and struck out with his palm again!

As long as he could consume the soul of this foreign monk, it would be enough for Ku You to recover from his weakened state. Perhaps he could even turn a disaster into a blessing. The sect leader thought to himself.

This foreign monk had already reached the realm of the Sixth Aperture of the First Rank, and he possessed a vast amount of merit power. To ghostly beings, he was like the flesh of Tang僧, a great nourishment. If Ku You could swallow the soul of this foreign monk, there would be a chance to advance to a higher realm!

He absolutely could not let this monk escape.

Therefore, the sect leader, despite the risk of increasing the poison in his body, was determined to take down this foreign monk!

The sect leader's palm struck the foreign monk again, with a surge of true qi between his palms. This strike was powerful enough to create a transparent hole in the foreign monk's body.

Clang! However, when his palm collided with the foreign monk's body, a metallic clanging sound was heard.

It turned out that the monk's robe suddenly inflated, like a ball protecting his body. Hundreds of scriptures floated on the surface of the robe, giving it a metallic luster.

This seemingly ordinary monk's robe was actually a defensive magical artifact, which managed to block the sect leader's palm! The vacuum created by the inflated robe and the defensive array inscribed within it further weakened the sect leader's palm force.

The foreign monk remained unscathed!

Cultivators seek the path to immortality and generally cherish their lives.

For those who seek immortality, living is the only way to achieve it; death means everything is over!

As a formal cultivator, how could one lack defensive magical artifacts?

Even a foreigner is no exception!

This monk's robe not only provided defense but could also automatically regulate body temperature, and it was cost-effective and of good quality.

The only drawback was that the defense of the monk's robe needed to be activated by the monk himself.

Therefore, when the sect leader ambushed the foreign monk earlier, the monk didn't have time to react, and the defense of the robe didn't activate.

The sect leader's decisive strike failed to achieve its effect, and he frowned, saying coldly, "Desperate struggle!"

As he spoke, he transformed his palm into a claw and used the 'Grievous Ghost Claw,' a technique specifically designed to break through protective qi and enhance defense, aiming at the monk's robe.

However... his claw grabbed nothing but air!

The foreign monk was not sitting idly by. After being ambushed and knocked down, he secretly took a healing pill. Now, he had gathered enough strength to escape.

When the monk's robe inflated into a ball-shaped defense, the foreign monk slapped the ground with both palms, and his body bounced out like a ball. Although the posture was not graceful, the speed was undeniable!

The sect leader's claw only caught his afterimage.

At the same time, the foreign monk quickly bounced out of the carriage, and in a blink, he had already bounced through three carriages!

As long as he could find a carriage door that could be opened, he could immediately escape.

"Damn it," the foreign monk muttered.

The opponent was a Second Rank True Master with true qi. If he fought head-on, he would surely die. The best strategy was to run. Once he escaped from the clutches of this evil cultivator, he could find a group of fellow disciples to take revenge for this palm strike!

Bouncing and leaping, the foreign monk soon returned to the carriage where Song Shuhang was.

The passengers looked at the foreign monk in surprise, not understanding why the high monk had suddenly returned.

Moreover, why was he swollen like a ball?

The foreign monk had no time to waste. He rolled on the ground, stood up, and two streams of white gas spurted from the cuffs of his robe, restoring it to its original shape.

Then, he ran to the carriage door, manually opened the handle, and forcefully turned it to open the door.

"Those who don't want to die, quickly escape from this subway!" the foreign monk shouted to the passengers in the carriage.

He didn't have time to explain further and didn't care whether the passengers would listen. He had delivered the message, and it was up to them to believe or not.

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...

Song Shuhang and the little girl's family were standing at the carriage door.

The little girl was hiding behind her father, holding her young mother's hand.

The young mother asked in broken Chinese, "Should we... get off?"

The man in the white shirt nodded and said, "Get off, leave the carriage!"

Earlier, they had seen the foreign monk dispel the illusion in the carriage, and all of them believed he was a high monk. Although he was a foreigner, that wasn't the main point.

The man in the white shirt felt he was still young and didn't want to die. So, he decided to listen to the high monk and get off quickly.

"Little brother, let's get off together," he said to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang, however, gently shook his head, "It's too late..."

The man in the white shirt looked puzzled, "Huh?"

Song Shuhang narrowed his eyes and pinched three talismans. It was already too late when the foreign monk manually opened the carriage door.

In his alert state, Song Shuhang could sense that a wave of ghostly negative energy entered the carriage about three seconds after the foreign monk bounced in.

When the foreign monk opened the defense of his robe and manually opened the door, the ghostly negative energy had already enveloped the entire carriage. The ghost's illusion had spread throughout the carriage without anyone noticing.

The foreign monk thought he had opened the carriage door, but in reality, he was just twisting the subway's hanging ring. The door never opened.

"Stay by my side, don't leave," Song Shuhang whispered to the man in the white shirt and his family.

He quietly drew two 'Sword Talismans' and two 'Armor Talismans' and kept them in his pocket, ready to use at any moment.

As he spoke, a pale figure slowly entered the carriage, sneering, "You can't escape from my palm, big monk."

The foreign monk's face changed drastically, and he inwardly cried out in distress.

He reached out to the supposedly open door. In his view, the carriage door was already open, and outside was the subway passage. But what he touched was the cold wall of the carriage.

Not good, he had fallen for the illusion!

"Do you want to keep running? There are many more carriages, you can keep running, but I'm not in a hurry," the sect leader sneered and snapped his fingers.

Four resentful ghosts emerged from his hands and destroyed all the surveillance cameras in the carriage.

Then, the ghost general Ku You's half-body entered the carriage. The illusion already set up in the carriage erupted, enveloping all the passengers.

The passengers' eyes showed fear, and one after another, they fell to the ground, fainting.

"Damn it!" the foreign monk shouted, realizing he couldn't escape.

His wide monk's robe trembled, and a vajra staff slid out, landing in his hand.

He was determined to fight!

Even if he died, he would give this guy a taste of his power.

At this moment, the passengers around him fell one by one, including the man in the white shirt, the young mother, and the little girl, all showing signs of fear and fainting. The passengers were tormented by various terrifying illusions, transforming into pure fear and other negative energies.

If this continued, the ghost general's resentful ghosts would absorb more negative energy and become even stronger. The longer his injuries persisted, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.

The situation was deteriorating, and if he didn't fight now, he wouldn't even have the chance to fight.

The foreign monk took a deep breath, and the qi and blood in his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth resonated with the qi and blood in his heart.

He temporarily suppressed the wound on his back with his internal qi and blood, gripped the vajra staff tightly with both hands, and took a step forward, boosting his momentum to the extreme!

He estimated that he probably had only one or two powerful strikes left.

"Roar!" The foreign monk leaped high, raised the vajra staff with both hands, and struck down forcefully at the sect leader.

This was the method of the vajra staff, where one force overpowers ten wisdoms.

"Hehe, you look delicious in your desperate struggle, it's wonderful," the sect leader said, not dodging. Behind him, the ghost general Ku You extended his hands, transforming them into huge ghost claws, protecting the sect leader tightly.

The foreign monk's vajra staff struck the huge ghost claws, only producing a series of sparks.

The gradually recovering ghost general Ku You was a standard Second Rank cultivator.

The foreign monk's attack did not injure Ku You at all; instead, he was thrown back by the force of the ghost claws, colliding with the carriage wall. The impact worsened his back wound...

"By eating you, Ku You will surely break through his current realm. I have truly turned my luck around!" the sect leader sneered.

"Dog shit," the foreign monk gritted his teeth, feeling a surge of despair.

The foreign monk looked around and saw that almost all the passengers in the carriage had fainted, except for a young man with clear features still standing.

The young man's face was calm, and he exuded an extraordinary aura.

A moment later, the young man suddenly smiled. Then, he pulled a pendant from his neck and flicked it.

Ding!

A clear and pleasant sound came from the pendant.

The sound was quite pleasant...

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