Chapter 1035: 反客为主(今天没了)

"Master Wangchen, you've arrived," Yan Lie said politely, though inwardly he held the monk Wangchen in utter contempt. Wangchen was lustful, harming many female barbarian cultivators. He even demanded the barbarians help him capture female Core Formation cultivators for his pleasure. If not for Wangchen's extraordinary divine abilities, Yan Lie would have been the first to eliminate him.

Monk Wangchen, though only at the early Nascent Soul stage, possessed exceptional divine abilities, having helped the Fire Barbarian tribe eliminate several Nascent Soul cultivators.

"The usual deal: the woman for me, the man for you. With your strength, even if you can't defeat him, you can certainly hold him off for a while, right?" Monk Wangchen's eyes narrowed, his lecherous gaze fixed on Wang Ruyan. To be honest, he had never had his way with a Nascent Soul female cultivator before!

"No problem. Let's make our move quickly! She's a sound cultivator; quite troublesome." Yan Lie handed the formation plate to a Core Formation clansman, then transformed into a red streak of light and flew out. Monk Wangchen stroked his bald head, a lewd smile on his face, and transformed into a golden streak of light, moving with astonishing speed.

Wang Changsheng smiled calmly, raising his hands as if to embrace something. The calm sea surface suddenly erupted. Over a dozen blue water pillars, each several feet in diameter, shot skyward. After a brief distortion, they transformed into over a dozen thick blue water pythons, lunging at Yan Lie and Monk Wangchen from all directions.

A large expanse of crimson spirit patterns appeared on Yan Lie's body. The sound of bones shifting emanated from within him, his muscles bulging, filled with power. He punched at the void, causing it to twist. A flash of red light, and several ten-foot-tall crimson fist shadows flew out.

Monk Wangchen flipped his palm, and with a flash of golden light, a palm-sized golden wooden fish and a golden mallet appeared in his hands. He held the wooden fish in his left hand and the mallet in his right, gently striking it while chanting Buddhist scriptures. Rings of visible golden sound waves swept outwards.

Boom! The crimson fist shadows struck the blue water pythons, causing them to burst open and transform into a vast mist of water. Wherever the golden sound waves passed, the void rippled. As the blue water pythons approached the golden sound waves, their bodies disintegrated into large expanses of seawater.

A low roar echoed as over a dozen thick crimson fire pillars shot out from the red light barrier, heading straight for Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

A piercing roar emanated from the calm sea. Centered on Firehawk Island, the seawater within a ten-li radius rapidly began to churn, forming a massive whirlpool. A powerful suction force materialized out of nowhere, causing the crimson fire pillars to plunge uncontrollably into the churning waters, where they were devoured by the rapidly swirling currents.

A rapid burst of zither music sounded. A colossal blue hand, over ten zhang in size, suddenly shot out from the seawater, slamming fiercely towards Yan Lie. This blue giant hand was no ordinary attack; it was a combined assault from Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

The seawater spun faster and faster. A colossal blue water pillar shot skyward, blurring as it transformed into a gigantic blue water dragon, snarling as it lunged at Monk Wangchen.

Yan Lie remained unfazed. A large expanse of crimson flames erupted from his right fist as he savagely punched the void in front of him. *Whoosh!* A vast sheet of crimson flames flew from his body, coalescing into a gigantic crimson fire fist that struck the blue giant hand.

A deafening roar erupted. The blue giant hand shattered, and a blue sound wave, without warning, darted out, swiftly sweeping past Yan Lie's body. Yan Lie felt his blood and qi churn violently, causing him to involuntarily cough up a mouthful of blood as his body flew backward.

The wooden fish in Monk Wangchen's hand glowed brightly, and rings of golden sound waves swept out. The blue water dragon collided with the golden sound waves and immediately exploded. He rapidly struck the golden wooden fish in his hand, causing booming Sanskrit sounds to erupt. One Buddhist talisman after another flew out, instantly enlarging and raining down overwhelmingly upon Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

Before the Buddhist talismans could reach Wang Changsheng, they were shattered by numerous blue wind blades.

Yan Lie summoned a glowing red giant axe and swung it at the void towards Wang Changsheng. The void twisted as if about to tear open, and a violent gust of wind arose. A colossal red axe shadow flashed forth, carrying an aura of world-shattering destruction, cleaving towards Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan. Before the red axe shadow even descended, an overwhelming heatwave rushed forth, instantly evaporated some of the seawater.

A rapid burst of zither music sounded, and a shimmering blue sound wave flew out. Boom! The red axe shadow shattered the blue sound wave, and then itself disintegrated.

Monk Wangchen intended to attack Wang Ruyan, but over a dozen thick crimson fire pillars swiftly rushed towards him. Monk Wangchen frowned, quickly struck the wooden fish, and a wave of golden sound waves shot out. The crimson fire pillars collided with the golden sound waves as if hitting a reinforced wall, vanishing without a trace.

"Fellow Daoist Yan? What's going on? Why are your clansmen attacking this monk?" Monk Wangchen suppressed his anger, asking with a frown. Yan Lie paused, then quickly tried to transmit a message to his clansmen, but received no response.

On Firehawk Island, over a dozen Core Formation barbarian cultivators were seething with anger. A burly, broad-shouldered middle-aged man held a red formation plate, sending incantations into it. In his perception, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were his comrades, while Yan Lie and Monk Wangchen were his enemies. Illusions could not only trap people in a fantasy but also create false realities.

"You are aiding tyranny! Awaken quickly!" Monk Wangchen roared, his voice like a great bell, reverberating incessantly in their ears. Hearing this, the dozen or so barbarian cultivators suddenly regained their senses.

Monk Wangchen flicked his wrist. The Buddhist beads on his hand suddenly flew out, their surface illuminated by countless runes. Booming Sanskrit chants erupted, and the beads instantly vanished. The next moment, a golden light shone above Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan's heads, revealing a string of shimmering golden Buddhist beads that instantly descended, binding them both. Seeing this, Monk Wangchen was overjoyed. This string of Buddhist beads was called the Spirit-Locking Beads, a replica of a Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure, capable of suppressing an enemy's spiritual power.

Yan Lie roared, a vast expanse of crimson flames erupting from his body. Clenching his crimson giant axe with both hands, he swung it at the void towards Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan. *Rip!* A massive crimson beam of light streaked across the sky, carrying an overwhelming heatwave, striking Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan precisely. The two dissolved into specks of spiritual light and vanished. Spirit Art: Mirage! What they saw of Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were merely illusions; their true forms were nowhere to be found.

A rapid burst of zither music suddenly sounded. A gap abruptly appeared in the red light barrier, and Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan flew through it. The eyes of the dozen or so Core Formation barbarian cultivators became dull; they had fallen under the illusion again. Monk Wangchen and Yan Lie could never have imagined that Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan would infiltrate Firehawk Island and use the very formation they had set up against them.

Before the dozen or so Core Formation barbarian cultivators could recover, Wang Ruyan's aura surged. She hooked two fingers onto a zither string, and with a release, a massive blue sound wave swept out, passing over their bodies with lightning speed. The dozen or so Core Formation barbarian cultivators fell one after another, their eyes glazed over, their internal organs shattered by the sound wave.

Wang Ruyan sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly playing the zither. Meanwhile, Wang Changsheng picked up the formation plate from the ground, infusing it with various incantations, using the enemy's own methods against them, employing their formation to counter them.

Monk Wangchen and Yan Lie's expressions turned grim. They hadn't expected their opponents to infiltrate Firehawk Island so stealthily, making it seem as if *they* were the invaders.

The zither music grew more urgent, filled with a chilling, murderous intent.