Chapter 213 — Demanding the Blood Debt
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
And before reaching the Heavenly Human realm, one could transform the thousand treasures into a thousand kinds of mudra, each distinct, each with its own power and use. Yuanjing was only of the Five Luminaries realm, yet his cultivation was deep and vigorous; he had learned more than a hundred of the Immovable Zen Art's thousand seals, and moreover the art could refine the Arhat Body—a body like diamond, proof against blade and spear—so that his defense too was fearsome.
At this seal of Yuanjing's the treasure light blazed. All around his palm, for two or three zhang, it was as if a lapis realm had formed; within the treasure light came Buddhist sounds—most extraordinary.
Shen Mu stood where he was. Suddenly his hand rose and fell, and with a thunderous roar, what lapis realm, what numinous great Buddha, what Lapis Seal—all were smashed apart by a single slap. A great pit appeared in the ground, and in the pit Yuanjing was crushed to a heap of mud. The monks were startled.
The Duke of Wei stroked his beard and muttered doubtfully: "This barbarian's moves are crude enough, but his cultivation is absurdly strong. .
. What is his name? " Wei Yong said hurriedly: "I think he is called Banggong Cuo.
" The Duke of Wei murmured to himself: "Something is off here. This art does not much look like the Shaman Sovereign Louluo Sutra of the Golden Palace of Loulan.
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