Chapter 85: Disease Mahamoha

Zhenwen, the monk, still didn't quite understand Su Wei's words. But looking at the ferocious expression on Su Wei's face, he knew it couldn't be anything good. Unfortunately, being restricted in his cultivation, he was powerless to resist and was beaten by Su Wei, his face covered in bruises, while also being trampled underfoot.

At this moment, Zhang Tianheng stepped forward and patted Su Wei's shoulder. "In front of the Chief, don't make such a scene. Leave it to me."

Su Wei glanced at him, knowing that he was skilled at extracting confessions through torture, so he nodded.

The previous ferocity gradually dissipated, and with a gloomy face, Su Wei stood aside and watched as Zhenwen was dragged away by Zhang Tianheng.

Chen Luoyang, observing this scene, seemed indifferent, but in reality, he was silently complaining. There were indeed talented individuals among his subordinates. If it weren't for the fear of disrespecting him as the Chief, Zhenwen would have been in serious trouble... Su Wei was definitely capable of it, judging from what happened just now.

"Tianheng, extract the confession, and the rest, continue the search," Chen Luoyang put away his nonsensical thoughts and ordered, "Be vigilant, beware of traps, and don't let them be picked off one by one."

Xiao Yuntian and the others nodded in agreement.

Su Wei dispatched Li Heishui and others to search using the Six Dragon Emperor's Carriage while he waited for news from Zhang Tianheng.

The Six Dragon Emperor's Carriage soared through the sky.

On Zhang Tianheng's side, they gradually began to make progress.

Chen Luoyang immediately ordered the Six Dragon Emperor's Carriage to change direction and head towards their destination.

However, he noticed a change in the information provided by Su Yuan's intelligence. It showed that the child was being accompanied by someone from Qingliang Temple and had left the original location. This meant that his whereabouts were once again unknown.

Chen Luoyang frowned in secret.

Su Yuan's unexpected uniqueness had consumed a significant amount of the Blood-Red Nectar within the Black Cauldron. Now he couldn't even inquire about the information of a person from Qingliang Temple, and the Blood-Red Nectar was almost depleted.

At this moment, he could only remain calm.

Sure enough, the members of the Demon Sect arrived at a place called Fenghu Mountain. There were indeed traces of someone having been active here. However, at present, the place was deserted.

The monks from Qingliang Temple had left ahead of them, and their whereabouts were unknown.

Fortunately, the Demon Sect had experts in tracking.

When the monks from Qingliang Temple left Fenghu Mountain, they had also made an effort to erase any traces.

However, the experts from the Demon Sect carefully discerned and still found some traces. It would have been fine without any clues before, but now that they had a lead, the tracking experts of the Demon Sect immediately started to play their role, guiding the main force in the direction indicated.

The dragon roared, and the massive palace once again flew through the sky, heading towards the monks of Qingliang Temple in pursuit. At the same time, they contacted Xiao Yuntian, Jingang, and others who were scattered and searching in different directions, converging to surround and intercept the enemy.

On the way, Chen Luoyang suddenly felt that something was amiss. Zhang Tianheng on the Six Dragon Emperor's Carriage was equally alert. The six dragons carrying the palace also emitted restless roars.

Suddenly, they heard a sound in their ears. The chanting of the monks. The sound of Buddhist chants and mantras echoed incessantly and grew louder.

At first, it seemed distant, as if coming from the edge of the sky. Soon, it was right beside them. In the end, it sounded as if it originated from each person's own heart.

The evening drums and morning bells, each name resounding one after another. Everyone felt a sense of peace and tranquility, and their vigilance gradually dissipated. But it seemed that they lost their fighting spirit, their aspirations, and their minds became empty.

The pupils in Chen Luoyang's eyes began to flicker with dark light. The foundation of the Divine-Demon Blood allowed him to maintain mental clarity at this moment. Was this a method targeting the human mind and soul? A master from the Buddhist sect?

Chen Luoyang swept his gaze around. Along with the Buddhist chants and the resonance of bells and drums, a radiant light emerged out of thin air within a radius of several dozen kilometers around the Six Dragon Emperor's Carriage, enveloping the surrounding area in a colorful brilliance. The light had a translucent quality, as if freezing the Six Dragon Emperor's Carriage within it, like insects preserved in amber.

Zhang Tianheng's expression turned grave, and he placed his hand on Su Wei's back. With his assistance, Su Wei stabilized his mind, his expression dark. "Bing Moha Mingjue! Mingguan has not yet become a Martial Emperor. Apart from Mingjue, no other master from the Buddhist sect possesses this ability. He has entered our sacred domain."

"It is indeed a technique of the Martial Emperors, but didn't Bing Moha fall back to the 12th realm due to his injuries inflicted by the chief of the foreign tribe?" Zhang Tianheng raised an eyebrow. "Has he recovered from his injuries?"

He was not nervous. After all, their own sect leader was presiding over the situation. Even at the peak of his power, Bing Moha was not a match for their own sect leader. At the moment, although the Six Dragon Emperor's Carriage had penetrated deep into the opponent's Buddha Light Domain, it seemed that their sect leader was confident. However, he didn't know that their sect leader, like him, had not used the desperate last resort technique. Both of them were only at the level of Martial Kings, which is why they hadn't discovered the enemy's ambush earlier.

Su Wei furrowed his eyebrows and whispered, "There are rumors circulating outside that the sect leader's injuries are not serious, and he has defeated powerful enemies. But it is said that every time he makes a move, he only displays the power of the 13th realm."

Zhang Tianheng snorted. "That's true, but even so, how many people in the world can be considered a match for the sect leader?"

The chants of the Buddhist scriptures still echoed in the air. However, at this moment, a venerable yet clear voice came from an unknown direction.

"Young Sect Leader Chen, with your young age and extraordinary talent, even though we are both at the 13th realm of True Form, this old monk is no match for you. Moreover, my 13th realm is illusory and cannot compare to yours, Young Sect Leader. However, for the sake of the safety of our sect, this old monk can only be shameless and try to detain Young Sect Leader for a moment. In a normal fight, this old monk is no match, but by relying on this Pure Land of the chants, I kindly request Young Sect Leader not to blame me for my impoliteness."

Chen Luoyang frowned in the grand hall. The one speaking was clearly Bing Moha, the most long-standing top expert in the Divine Land, the former abbot of Qingliang Temple, Grandmaster Mingjue.

Surprisingly, this time, Qingliang Temple's delegation was not led by the current abbot, Grandmaster Mingguan, but by Bing Moha himself.

The formation they seemed to have set up now resembled a illusionary array, originating from the endless chants of the Buddhist scriptures. If they couldn't break through the illusionary Pure Land of the chants, their group would be temporarily trapped here.

According to Bing Moha's implication, this should be a newly cultivated secret technique of his. In this unique form of competition, he could briefly restore the brilliance of the 13th realm of the True Form stage of the Martial Emperor in the Buddhist sect.

Chen Luoyang carefully pondered and seemed to have gained some understanding. It seemed that ordinary martial strength wouldn't be enough to break this Pure Land of the chants.

At least, with the power of the 13th realm, it would be difficult to break through in a short period of time. It would require using sound to kill sound, overwhelming the opponent, to have a chance of quickly resolving the situation. However, although the Demon Sect has a secret and inherited technique called the "Six Sounds of Burning Seas," it is doubtful whether it can overpower this Pure Land of the chants in a battle at the same level. Moreover, their own Demon Sect leader seems to have never practiced this secret technique before. How should they handle the current situation?

The desperate last resort technique can be used three times. But if they want to rely solely on strength to overcome it, three moves might not be enough...

Chen Luoyang contemplated in his mind, while Su Wei raised his voice and asked, "Venerable Mingjue, I have a question. Since your battle with the young leader of the foreign tribe when you were in the prime of your youth, you have been enjoying a peaceful retirement in Qingliang Mountain. You haven't stepped out of the mountain for decades. How come today you decided to visit our sect's holy land and play such a big joke on us?"