Chapter 1043 - 366: Advancement, Mysterious Female Cultivator, Bald Monk_4

Chapter 1043: Chapter 366: Advancement, Mysterious Female Cultivator, Bald Monk_4

Before the voice had faded!

The crowd suddenly displayed their divine techniques, rushing forward to seize the Yellow Oriole in the air. Fu Changsheng fixed his gaze on the Yellow Oriole transformed by the second task and quickly said:

"Fairy Yaoo, Fellow Daoist Cao, grab the one with its left foot turning red!"

Before Fu Changsheng’s voice had faded, Fairy Yaoo and Cao Qingyun reacted swiftly, and the three of them moved in concert towards the Yellow Oriole with its left foot turning red. Fu Changsheng’s figure was like lightning, rushing forward in an instant. With a wave of his right hand, a thread of spiritual power was directed at the Yellow Oriole’s wing. Fairy Yaoo followed closely behind, releasing a red silk from her sleeve, which wound like a spiritual snake towards the bird’s ankle. Cao Qingyun quickly laid down a small array to block the bird’s retreat.

The Yellow Oriole seemed to sense danger, let out a clear call, and twisted its body sharply, trying to escape the attack from the three.

Just as Fu Changsheng’s spiritual power thread had already entangled its wing.

Suddenly, an upheaval occurred!

Three bald monks suddenly appeared from the side. The leading monk wielded a golden staff, which he swung fiercely, sending a beam of golden light straight at Fu Changsheng’s spiritual power thread, instantly dispersing it. Another monk clasped his hands together, chanting scriptures, and a Buddha Light Barrier blocked Fairy Yaoo’s red silk, thwarting her attack. The third monk quickly formed seals, and a Buddhist Array instantly took shape, suppressing Cao Qingyun’s array.

"Amitabha Buddha, three benefactors, this item is destined for our Buddha, please allow us to have it." The leading bald monk smiled, but his tone was undeniable.

Three monks.

Two were Purple Mansion Peak, and the other was also Ninth-Layer of the Purple Mansion.

In their camp, only Fairy Yaoo was Purple Mansion Peak.

Cao Qingyun hesitated, looking at Fu Changsheng. With their strength, they feared they couldn’t win, yet Fu Changsheng coldly snorted:

"If the three of you are determined to fight, then let’s see the truth in combat!"

With a thought.

Three Thunder Shock Sword shot out from his body, transforming into a hundred-meter sword wheel suspended overhead.

Every rotation of the sword wheel invoked thunder from the nine heavens. The electric light of cyan and purple condensed into starry illusions on the sword edge, reflecting the entire sky as if the Milky Way were inverted.

The leading gray-robed monk’s pupils shrank.

Previously, Fu Changsheng used this sword array to even break Talisman Treasure, so he dared not be careless.

All over his body he shuddered.

Boom!

His robe billowed like a golden bell covering him, in his palm, the jade buddha beads exploded, eight relics swelled in the air, transforming into an unbroken Gold Mountain in front.

Rumble!!

As the thunder fell from the sword wheel.

The mountain body formed by the gray-robed monk slightly trembled, and then the surface floated with "Diamond Scripture" Sanskrit, each word bursting with glazed Buddha light, colliding with the falling thunder to spark thousands of fire stars.

"No wonder it’s a Purple Mansion Peak Cultivator!"

Fu Changsheng’s heart was startled, yet faintly excited, as he hadn’t battled a Buddhist Technique expert before.

"Break!"

Fu Changsheng pressed down with two fingers, the sword wheel abruptly collapsed into a pinpoint-sized light. Space emitted a cracking sound under extreme compression, and in the next moment, exploded into countless Thunder Serpents.

Rumble!

The Gold Mountain crumbled.

Thunder Serpents fell like lightning on the monk’s robe.

However.

The monk’s expression changed.

He quickly gestured with his right hand.

Buzz!

The swastika pattern on the robe suddenly came alive, swirling like dragons around him forming a golden vortex, shredding the falling lightning.

"So strong!"

Seeing this, Fu Changsheng decided not to hold back.

With a thought.

"Roar!"

With a hiss.

The Cyan Flood Dragon emerged, swinging its tail to penetrate through the three Gold Mountain illusions, a blood light pointed straight at the monk’s brow, when it was caught suddenly by two spinning Demon-Slaying Pestles.

"This bald old man!"

Indeed formidable!

Fu Changsheng was about to drive the Cyan Flood Dragon forward.

Suddenly.

The monk roared with a Lion’s Roar, sound waves condensed into solid golden ripples.

Fu Changsheng’s pupils shrunk, the Thunder Sword in his palm shattered into star fragments, instantly recomposed into a hexagonal crystal shield.

Boom!

The sound waves struck the shield, reflecting towards the sky, penetrating a beehive-like hole in the clouds a hundred miles away.

The old monk greedily glanced at the Cyan Flood Dragon:

"Benefactor, this Cyan Flood Dragon is destined for me, and accompanies me back to Five Flower Mountain, it will be its great chance."

Saying this.

A bronze alms bowl suddenly flew out from beneath the robe, expanding into a colossal object against the wind. Chaotic Qi churned within the bowl, producing a gravitational vortex.

"Roar"

The Cyan Flood Dragon was rapidly dragged inside.

Just when the old monk thought he succeeded, a seven-colored dawn light appeared, landing on the bronze alms bowl.

Buzz!

The gravitational vortex on the bronze alms bowl receded, and then transformed into a spirit light, absorbed into the ancient treasure flower basket Fu Changsheng had summoned.

The divine sense of the Lifebound Spiritual Artifact was erased.

"Phew"

The old monk spat out a mouthful of blood from his heart, eyes filled with shock:

"You actually acquired the long-lost ancient treasure flower basket?!"

In his moment of stunned hesitation, the Cyan Flood Dragon transformed into lightning had already captured the Red-Clawed Yellow Oriole.

Meanwhile.

The younger monk who had repelled Fairy Yaoo and Cao Qingyun immediately regrouped with the old monk, focusing his gaze on Fu Changsheng’s ancient treasure flower basket, coldly saying:

"Boy, quickly hand over the senior brother’s bronze alms bowl, or today will be the day you die!"

The old monk’s eyes also flickered with a hint of madness, but his gaze inadvertently glanced at Fairy Yaoo standing behind Fu Changsheng, suddenly as if discovering something, a deep layer of dread flashed in his eyes.

He struggled to muster a smile:

"This benefactor, it seems the bronze alms bowl is destined for you, so I’ll give it to you."

Saying this.

Without lingering a moment, he turned and left.

The other two were utterly bewildered: "Senior brother, didn’t the sect leader mention that Blood Abyss Mountain has a blood pool, capable of enhancing your Spirit Talisman Skill one level further, why...."

The old monk’s lips moved.

Uncertain of what he said.

The other two turned pale, in unison glanced back at Fu Changsheng and the others:

"Do you want to die? Still looking!"

The old monk scolded.

The three quickly turned away, and immediately distanced themselves as far as possible from Fu Changsheng’s group.

On the other side.

Cao Qingyun, seemingly confused, gave Fu Changsheng a thumbs up directly: "No wonder Brother Lio, you scared those bald guys so much they lost their guts!"

At the same time.

The gaze fell on the Cyan Flood Dragon hovering above Fu Changsheng’s head, revealing a look of surprise on his face. This Cyan Flood Dragon was already Tier Three Peak. If there were an opportunity in the future to purify its bloodline, it might evolve into a Flood Dragon!

At home.

He vaguely seemed to have heard someone mention it, but couldn’t recall.

He shook his head.

Cao Qingyun stopped thinking about it, realizing he had chosen correctly to follow Fu Changsheng, with his strength alongside the Cyan Flood Dragon and Fairy Yaoo, their team was sure to complete their task successfully.

Fu Changsheng pocketed the bronze alms bowl but furrowed his brow. Considering the old monk’s strength, it wouldn’t make sense to let go so easily:

"Strange?"

Regardless.

Finally, he obtained the mission he desired, as the Yellow Oriole in his hand vibrated softly, dispersing, followed by information permeating into his sea of divine sense:

[The Cloud-devouring Beast is located at Blood Abyss Mountain in the Cangling Realm’s Wuzhou. Seize the Cloud-devouring Beast Demon Pill, then the test is considered complete, officially becoming an Outer Disciple of the Shadow Sect in the Southern Celestial Continent]