NOVPUB838: Chapter 472: Yuan Jun, You’ve Done It, Pure Yang Forbidden Fist, This Punch, Valued at One Hundred Million, Reunion, Yuan Jun Was Stunned_2
838 -472: Yuan Jun, You’ve Done It, Pure Yang Forbidden Fist, This Punch, Valued at One Hundred Million, Reunion, Yuan Jun Was Stunned_2
Boom!
Within the crystal coffin, the old man sleeping abruptly trembled; the moonlight revealed his face—was it not that of the Heavenly Master himself?
Yet at this moment, the Heavenly Master was in a deep sleep, unresponsive to any external stimulus.
Extreme Origin suddenly appeared, Yichen’s sacred skill had peaked.
Streams of air whirled up sand, and as he unleashed his Holy Fist, it seemed as though drawn by some bizarre force, surging into the spatial corridor like a raging yellow dragon.
The moonlight was frosty, and beneath the cold night sky, a ruthless and formidable terror wind blew once again.
Majestic divine authority shook the heavens, bestowing the most terrifying outcome of battle.
Sunflower tentacle monsters with gruesome appearances seemed as though their bodies were exposed to an environment a hundred thousand times their radiation tolerance. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
Inside the spatial corridor, where the strong wind passed, one after another, the flesh of the sunflower tentacle monsters withered, shrank, desiccated, and turned to ash!
No pink tentacle monster could reverse such an end—it was merely a question of time.
Only the wholly purple, most giant, and most terrifying sunflower tentacle monster was the exception.
Pure Yang Forbidden Fist, Mirror Flower Water Moon·Eternal Tranquility of Celestial Being!
Yi Chen’s fist led the way, and right in front of his fist light, a bizarre suction arose,
The space seemed to fold, and a transparent crystal cage instantly appeared, drawing the disintegrating, already disintegrated, and still struggling sunflower monster leader towards his fist.
The cage continually shrank, seemingly slowly yet quickly aiming towards Yi Chen’s fist.
“No!
I am Safro, a Holy Venerable under Poxun Demon Buddha; how can I fall here!”
“Despicable native, to ambush and kill the most devout Holy Venerable Safro from the Great Demon Buddha’s ranks, you must die, all of you deserve to die!”
The terrain inside the spatial corridor was strange, and there was no way to dodge.
Facing a certain cunning Taoist Priest’s Supreme Fist, All-in Fist, the strongest of the sunflower tentacle monsters let out a painful roar.
Its voice was resentful enough to stir the waves of the Heavenly Wolf River and evil enough to stain the airs of the Demon Realm; records of guilt were endless.
Under the Pure Yang Forbidden Fist, a demon not just stronger than the Western Extreme Demon Lord let out a desperate cry as if at the end of its rope.
“Really, the wailing of the weak!
Do you think you’re that scar-faced member of the Wolf Tribe who can endlessly restart?”
Looking at the crossed tentacles hanging down, weaving itself into a pumpkin-shaped cage, a cold smile couldn’t help but appear on Yi Chen’s lips.
All-in is a kind of wisdom.
You dumbass, caught off, nowhere to hide!
The spatial corridor kept expanding and contracting; each contraction, the captured sunflower tentacle monster leader got stuck, reminding Yi Chen for a moment of an old acquaintance… no, an old demon.
It had many heads, and its mouth was foul-smelling, but it still needed training.
“My lord will not spare you!”
As it struggled in vain to prevent the crystal cage, transformed by Yi Chen’s fist intent, from flying towards his fist, the demon, knowing death was imminent, had a decisive gleam flash simultaneously across its numerous compound eyes.
Deep within its cultivation body, its continually throbbing purple heart suddenly burst, immediately releasing streams of glowing, magnificent blood, carrying a dream-like vibrant purple hue.
This blood seemed not to originate from the demon’s power but rather a force entrusted by a great presence residing within it, and as soon as this magnificent blood appeared, it rapidly absorbed all the essence of the demon’s body.
As the demon’s body quickly withered, the magnificent blood instantly formed an extremely intricate twisted ‘卍’ pattern.
The edges of the character had droplet-shaped protrusions, as if the blood was about to drip.
The demon’s body abruptly shattered, and a vast, eerie ‘卍’ Dharma Seal burst forth within the spatial corridor, ignoring the crystal cage formed by Yi Chen’s fist intent, and shot towards his position.
“Damn, awesome!”
Yi Chen had a premonition when the demon showed signs of disturbance, and he was prepared; although the eerie ‘卍’ Dharma Seal was sinister, its speed wasn’t too fast.
At least not for the current Yi Chen.
He immediately grabbed the Divine Lamp and the crystal coffin on the ground and darted to one side.
Hiss~
On the rocky sandy ground, a sudden burst of blazing swastika flames rose, and with this flame rising, in Yi Chen’s spiritual perception, a strange light shot straight up beyond the clouds.
This light seemed to have drained all the power from the swastika flames, and after all this, it abruptly extinguished, as if nothing had happened if it weren’t for the scorch-mark of the swastika on the ground.
One second, two seconds, half a second, time tick-tocked away.
The evening breeze, oh, stirred the fire-burned ashes on the ground, swirling up toward the sky.
“Xiao Lang, won’t you release Yuan Jun yet?
You’re not thinking of going after Yuan Jun’s power, are you~”
Suddenly, a ghostly voice emerged from the peach blossom mask.
“Ah?
I was just so captivated by that bizarre swastika flame that I forgot, Yuan Jun, where had you been before, bringing over such cursed things.”
“That blood-swastika flame just now was really problematic.”
Faced with Yuan Jun’s questioning, Yi Chen immediately put the tender and warm beauty down from his arms and chuckled awkwardly.
However, his smile at the corner of his mouth was like an AK, uncontrollable and continuing to rise.
By heavens.
He, Yi Chengzi, was truly checking the continuously updating stream of countless messages.
A man is not rich without sudden wealth, a horse doesn’t get fat without night grazing, that punch was worth a billion Deep Red Points, he rounded out the extra several hundred thousand Deep Red Points.
For him, Yi Chengzi, Demon Realm was truly a blessed land.
Perhaps Yi Chen’s retort actually diverted Yuan Jun’s attention, and the face of the woman in the peach blossom mask, once she was back on the ground, suddenly flashed a shade of embarrassment.
“Xiao Lang, Yuan Jun didn’t want to bring those things over either.”
“The Primordial Star Divine Lantern was my last resort, without using this treasure, you would have been paying respects to Yuan Jun by now.”
“Do you want to make others suffer, or make Yuan Jun suffer?”
“Let’s make someone else suffer then, Yuan Jun owes me a favor, we can discuss later.” Yi Chen said without hesitation.
He, Yi Chengzi, was the most loyal of men, such moral dilemmas might torment his master Bai Yunzi, hard to decide, but for Yi Chengzi, does this even count as an issue?
“By the way, Xiao Lang, this…
is this Demon Realm?
How did you end up here?” Yuan Jun looked around, her delicate nose twitching, a trace of vigilance suddenly crossing her face.
“Damn!
There are elite demonkin closing in, Xiao Lang, we are strangers here, let’s run fast, being surrounded by elite demonkin would be troublesome~”
“Ah?
Yuan Jun, don’t panic, I’ve actually made a small fortune here in the Demon Realm.” Seeing Yuan Jun pulling at his arm wanting to flee, Yi Chen quickly held her still, he swiftly pulled out a cloak to wrap her in it, and covered the crystal coffin where the Heavenly Master lay with a white cloth.
Soon, Selena and Ma Zouri arrived at the horizon with a band of elite Demon Righteous Church.
Under Yuan Jun’s ghostly gaze, led by Selena and Ma Zouri, the horde of demons knelt down on one knee in unison.
As for Selena and Ma Zouri, they performed a chest-tapping salute.
“We pay our respects to the Holy Venerable.”
“Holy fuck!” For a moment, Yuan Jun’s eyes under the cloak widened more than a bronze bell, the scene before her shocking her more than Yi Chen’s earlier earth-shattering punch.
“Xiao Lang, what are they calling you?
Holy Venerable?
How did you manage that!”
“And your cultivation earlier, how is it possible for you to have advanced so quickly?”
“Yuan Jun, it’s you who has changed.
I have Astonishing Wisdom.
Does conquering a Demon Nation in a month or so seem strange?”
The proud voice of a certain Taoist suddenly rose inside Yuan Jun’s heart, leaving the usually haughty Yuan Jun dumbfounded.
If it weren’t for the inappropriate timing, she would have already started questioning Yi Chen.
“Holy Venerable, what’s happening?” Looking at the spatial corridor that was gradually closing under the effect of the Power of Space, Selena, being closer, asked softly.
Regarding the mysterious cloaked figure beside Yi Chen and the white-covered crystal coffin, she chose to directly ignore.
“Nothing much, just some demons from a Foreign Region trying to invade the Demon Realm, I took care of them effortlessly, let’s go!”
