Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Chapter 255: Luo Shu at Qinglong Pass

With the comfort of his disciple Zi Yu, Samantabhadra gradually calmed down his anger.

"Humph, what the disciple said is right. They are provoking the master like this, just because they want to die early."

"Master, what you said makes sense. I know that my cultivation is still shallow and it is difficult for me to share your worries."

"My disciple, there is no need to do this. Wait here while I capture these two Jiejiao disciples first."

Zi Yu stood behind his master, his eyes filled with admiration and no trace of worry.

Because he knew that his master had reached the level of a Golden Immortal. Once he decided to take action, his power would be powerful and should not be underestimated.

At this time, Puxian Zhenren stepped forward, looked at Mu Zha and Yuan Hong with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"You two are so rude to me, don't blame me for taking action against you two."

"However, I can let you make the first move. Otherwise, if I make the first move, you won't have a single chance."

When Yuan Hong and Mu Zha heard what Puxian Zhenren said, a trace of solemnity flashed in their eyes.

They knew that without a miracle, both of them would be in great danger.

At this time, Yuan Hong turned around and looked at Mu Zha beside him, and said:

"Brother, I will hold Puxian back for a while. You find the right opportunity, seize the time to escape, and go to Jiameng Pass to find Master. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, Mu Zha shook his head repeatedly and responded:

"No, Big Brother. This Samantabhadra is a Daluo Jinxian. There is no way we can escape from his grasp."

"Since we can't escape, I might as well fight with my brother. Even if we die, we'd rather die on the way to the charge."

When Yuan Hong heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart. He patted Mu Zha on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Okay, Junior Brother. I don't believe that we can't hurt him at all if we work together as brothers."

After saying this, Yuan Hong looked at Samantabhadra opposite him with a sneer on his face.

He flipped his hand, and the purple-gold coiled dragon stick appeared in his palm. He moved his body and turned into a residual shadow, rushing straight towards Samantabhadra.

Seeing this, Mu Zha's eyes flashed with determination, and he also attacked Puxian Zhenren with a dragon-patterned stick in his hand.

In the eyes of Samantabhadra, the two's actions were just children playing house and were not worth mentioning.

"Humph, I'm just going to play with you guys and see what you can do!"

Before he finished speaking, Samantabhadra moved and instantly appeared in front of Yuan Hong.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Hong was startled and immediately swung the purple-gold Panlong stick in his hand towards Samantabhadra.

"Humph, Master Puxian, don't underestimate us!"

Yuan Hong let out a low roar, and the purple-gold Panlong stick in his hand suddenly burst out with dazzling light, as if a real dragon had awakened, roaring and pouncing towards Samantabhadra.

Wherever the shadow of the stick passed, the air was torn apart, making bursts of explosions.

Samantabhadra smiled slightly, his figure flashed like a ghost, and he easily avoided Yuan Hong's powerful attack.

He did not rush to fight back, but instead walked around Yuan Hong in a playful manner, as if looking for the best time to attack.

"Oh? Is this your full strength? It's really just average." Samantabhadra's voice was filled with a bit of contempt.

Mu Zha's heart tightened when he saw this. He knew very well that although his senior brother Yuan Hong was very powerful, he was still insignificant in front of Samantabhadra.

He must find a breakthrough as soon as possible and assist his senior brother in fighting against this powerful opponent.

Then, Mu Zha suddenly jumped up as fast as a cheetah, and the dragon-patterned stick in his hand drew brilliant tracks in the air, trying to distract Samantabhadra's attention.

The sparks produced by the friction between the stick shadow and the air were like stars, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Samantabhadra frowned slightly, obviously a little surprised by Mu Zha's sudden attack.

But he was not flustered by this. Instead, he moved between the two people more easily.

Sometimes he took action to resolve Yuan Hong's attacks, and sometimes he dodged Mu Zha's stick shadow by leaning sideways.

"Interesting, you two little guys seem to have quite a good understanding."

Puxian Zhenren's tone became more serious, "However, this alone is far from enough."

Before he finished speaking, Puxian Zhenren moved again, and this time he chose to take the initiative.

He just spread out his hands gently, and a powerful spiritual power surged out of his body, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.

This spiritual energy contained endless majesty and power, which made Yuan Hong and Mu Zha feel a little nervous.

"Watch carefully, if you can take this move, I will consider letting you go!"

Samantabhadra let out a low roar, and his spiritual power transformed into countless sharp sword auras, which attacked Yuan Hong and Mu Zha in an overwhelming manner.

Each sword energy contains enough power to tear apart space, making people dare not look directly at it.

Yuan Hong and Mu Zha looked solemn upon seeing this.

They knew that this was a critical moment of life and death and they had to go all out.

So, the two of them roared at the same time, pushing the spiritual power in their bodies to the extreme.

The purple-gold coiled dragon stick and the dragon-patterned stick intertwined in the air, emitting brilliant rays of light, which collided violently with the sword energy slashed out by Samantabhadra.

"boom--!!!"

Deafening collision sounds resounded across the battlefield.

Amid the deafening roar, the magical treasures in the hands of Yuan Hong and Mu Zha clashed fiercely with the sword energy of Samantabhadra.

However, as their cultivation levels were far behind Samantabhadra, Yuan Hong and Mu Zha's faces were covered with sweat.

"what--!!!"

Yuan Hong roared, and the spiritual power in his body surged out like a volcanic eruption, pouring into the purple gold Panlong stick, making the stick's light even more dazzling.

He tried to suppress the sword energy of Samantabhadra with greater force, but every collision made his arms feel numb and sore, as if a thousand-pound hammer was constantly hammering on them.

Mu Zha was not willing to be outdone. He gritted his teeth and concentrated all his spiritual power on the dragon-patterned stick.

The shadow of the stick was like a dragon, tumbling and leaping in the air. Every collision with the sword energy made him feel his chest churning and his blood boiling.

But he did not back down, because he knew that at this critical moment, any slight hesitation could lead to failure.

However, Samantabhadra is, after all, a Daluo Jinxian with profound cultivation. His sword energy is not only extremely sharp, but also continuous.

Under such an attack, Yuan Hong and Mu Zha gradually felt overwhelmed.

Their movements began to become slow, and each swing of the stick seemed extremely difficult.

Finally, after a violent collision, Yuan Hong and Mu Zha could no longer withstand the huge impact force.

They spat out blood at the same time, staggered backwards, their faces as pale as paper.

The purple-gold coiled dragon stick and the dragon-patterned stick also seemed to have lost their luster and fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

"Humph, a mere junior dares to challenge this poor Taoist?"

Samantabhadra snorted coldly, and slowly landed on the ground, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the remaining sword energy receded like the tide, and the entire battlefield returned to peace again.

Yuan Hong and Mu Zha lay on the ground, gasping for breath, their bodies trembling with severe pain.

But they did not give up, and there was still an unyielding light in their eyes.

"Big Brother...we..."

Mu Zha opened his mouth with difficulty and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yuan Hong before he could finish his words.

"Don't talk, recover your strength first."

Yuan Hong endured the pain and said to Mu Zha.

He knew that the most important thing now was to conserve his energy and perhaps, there would still be a chance to fight back.

The two of them supported each other and sat up, and began to circulate the spiritual power in their bodies to repair their injuries.

Seeing this, Puxian Zhenren raised a hint of sneer at the corner of his mouth, slowly walked up to the two of them, and said in a cold voice:

"Humph, since you didn't take my move, I will send you on your way."

After saying this, he circulated the spiritual power in his body, gathered it in his palm, and prepared to attack Yuan Hong and Mu Zha.

At this critical moment, a deafening cold shout suddenly came from the sky. The sound penetrated the noise of the battlefield and reached the depths of everyone's soul.

"Puxian, how dare you hurt my disciple! You really don't know how to live or die!"