Chapter 683: Chapter 364: Encounter at the Great Leiyin Temple (Part 2)
Then he took the lead and walked forward, passing through the second grand hall.
Qin Ming felt a twitch in his heart. Was this an illusory scene radiated from the true Great Thunder Monastery?
As they entered the third courtyard, that Bodhi ancient tree, which required more than a dozen people to embrace, swayed with seven-colored lights, and then two pools appeared beneath the tree.
The treasure pools shimmered with light, built with coral, conch, crimson pearls, amber, and other materials, containing divine water whose ripples could spread in the void.
Xiang Yiwu had also entered the Great Thunder Monastery and had briefly mentioned to Qin Ming that the pool water had wondrous uses.
The young man in white was delighted and said, “Two Seven Treasures Pools, haha…”
He rubbed his hands, showing an unusual expression, looked at Qin Ming, and said, “Brother, how about we discuss this? I’ll exchange a priceless secret scripture for your pool?”
Qin Ming calmly responded, “How about I use a true scripture to ask you to leave?”
The young man in white’s face turned indifferent, without a smile, and said, “There’s no way then. We have no grievances, but when it comes to extraordinary Seven Treasures Pools, I have no choice but to force you to leave.”
Qin Ming said, “You should understand that if you lose to me, you’ll end up with nothing, having achieved nothing at all.”
The young man in white smiled faintly and said, “Anyone who can step into this domain has some means, right? Even if I lose, it’s not the end of the world. I’ll just cultivate a more powerful secret technique and sooner or later can ‘see heaven and earth’ again.”
Qin Ming’s expression became serious. It seemed that the opponent was not overly gambling but rather confident, indeed having some significant means.
Since it was unavoidable, he chose to strike first.
Outside Qin Ming’s body, a tangible Spirit Field expanded, with heavy ripples spreading out, covering toward the young man in white.
“Is this… the Sumeru Field?”
Clearly, the young man in white was taken aback. However, in a split second, he retreated with lightning speed, and as he raised his hand, a Great Seal slammed down.
Both of them had come here in a state of consciousness, impossible to bring weapons. This was the Shanhai Seal manifested by the opponent’s cultivation technique.
In an instant, it seemed as if endless mountains appeared before Qin Ming’s eyes, accompanied by a mighty river, descending overwhelmingly and filling the void.
However, he remained unmoved. The tangible Spirit Field waves outside his body seemed sharper than a Heavenly Blade, flattening those heavy mountains and severing the mighty river.
The young man in white suddenly retreated, standing in mid-air under the sunset, his body bathed in the evening glow, with a bone flute appearing by his lips, playing a mournful melody.
“Hmm?” Qin Ming was astonished as his body lifted off the ground, as if being led away, remarkably bizarre, as if the flute sound was summoning the soul.
“Suppress!”
Seeing Qin Ming floating, the young man in white blew out ten special tangible notes, followed by a soft shout, turning the bone flute into a glowing divine talisman flying toward Qin Ming’s forehead.
With a tearing sound, the tangible Spirit Field outside Qin Ming’s body tore the glowing divine talisman in half and then burned it to ashes.
The young man’s right hand slapped down, enormous in size, entwined with dazzling light and dense Tao rhythm, as if wrapped with a fragment of the sky falling down.
Mystically, there seemed to be an indiscernible “Great Trend” aligning with him, driving the power of heaven and earth in this realm to judge and crush the opponent.
Qin Ming showed a look of surprise. This guy indeed had some skills, causing this hazy Great Thunder Monastery to resonate with him, borrowing power from this place.
The young man in white seemed to be fully integrating into this heaven and earth, drawing on the power of the Great Thunder Monastery to suppress the opponent.
Outside Qin Ming’s body, Yin Yang Qi flowed, appearing as if transcending from this heaven and earth, then he clasped his hands together, causing black and white light to burst forth.
In mid-air, a pair of black and white massive hands appeared, intending to crush the young man in white between them.
The young man in white transformed into a Golden Winged Great Roc, shaking his wings, forcibly prying apart the black and white hands, soaring up, though some blood-stained feathers fell from his enormous golden wings.
In an instant, the young man stood high in the sky, transforming into a Vermilion Bird, as if summoning endless Outer World Heavenly Fire.
Boom!
The next moment, he brought endless crimson firelight, as if the high heavens collapsed a corner, with a sea of fire falling down, containing extremely violent power, crashing toward the opponent.
Qin Ming exclaimed, truly deserving to be the being who has cultivated the Golden Cicada Technique to its peak; his battle prowess is formidable, and his means are terrifying, not an ordinary opponent at all.
He operated the Golden Crow Illuminating Night Scripture; with a single sweep of his hand, countless golden radiance expanded wildly, a brilliant Big Sun ascended the sky, with a Golden Crow bursting with holy light, illuminating all directions.
With a thud, it was as if a red and a golden two Big Suns collided in the sky, spilling endless radiance, causing the void to intensely rumble.
Qin Ming truly didn’t expect that merely comprehending the scripture would lead to witnessing a new world and engaging in such a fierce battle with a being.
In fact, this was an extremely rare event.
In ancient times, when a genius attained enlightenment and saw a new world, the so-called “Lost Soul Syndrome” appeared, connected with such extreme situations, where the person was severely impacted and incidents occurred.
This was an intense battle, ultimately leaving the young man in white bleeding, with his long, large nose shattered by Qin Ming, and a great ear severed off.
His body was densely covered with cracks, light shining through back and front, almost completely exploding.
The young man in white felt his heart race, revealing an incredulous expression, having ended in a disastrous defeat, nearly torn apart by that opponent.
“You pig-headed fellow, indeed you’re formidable, making me use my true skills.” This was Qin Ming’s high appraisal for him.