Chapter 685: Bodhisattva takes action, blood rain is hard to stop

The three generals who went into battle tried their best but still couldn't take down a single witch. Now that all five witches had appeared, a tragic defeat was inevitable.

As soon as the fight started, Yang Jian, Jin Zha and Mu Zha could only defend themselves and had no strength to fight back. They were pressed into the sky and rubbed violently by the four witches.

If the three of them were not in the Golden Immortal realm and had not cultivated an indestructible body, they would have died countless times.

Several witches have not reached the realm of Golden Immortals. The highest divine power they exude is only at the peak of True Immortals, but they all possess the extraordinary magical powers to break through the defense of indestructible golden bodies. When watered by blood rain, their bodies regenerate almost infinitely, which is equivalent to immortality. They have exerted actual combat power equivalent to or even far beyond that of Golden Immortals.

Huang Tianhua watched from afar as several gods were beaten in various ways. Their armor had long been shattered, and the golden aura on their bodies was becoming dimmer. Their golden muscles were covered with black spots and burn marks. He was extremely anxious, but he could do nothing to help.

He has not yet reached the Golden Immortal realm, so going up would be a waste of time, and he would not even be qualified to join the battle.

This cannot be blamed on others. Yang Jian, Jin Zha and Mu Zha all retained their physical bodies during the Battle of the Gods. It was only him who unfortunately died due to negligence, his physical body was destroyed, and his soul was deified.

After all, the reshaped divine body of merit is not as useful as the original physical body. The progress of re-cultivation is slow, and it is still far from the realm of Golden Immortal.

Wei Tuo, the marshal of the Western Buddhist army, was also extremely anxious. The personal strength of this guardian of the three realms was up to standard. He was a golden immortal god of war who had achieved sainthood in the flesh. He could also help the three people who were in trouble by fighting in the battle.

But as the commander-in-chief of the legion, Wei Tuo did not dare to go into battle rashly. There were more than 50,000 monks that needed his protection. If the enemy took advantage of his distance from the legion and slaughtered the monks, not only would Jinzha and Muzha be saved, but the monk army would also be destroyed.

The two main commanders of the coalition forces were indecisive and hesitant, and the three generals who went into battle finally couldn't hold on.

Yang Jian tried to use the transformation technique of Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts to fight against the Moth Witch, but his cleverness backfired and he was badly suppressed. No matter what he turned into, he was always eaten up by the opponent.

The competition in the art of transformation is actually a competition of cognitive level, just like a monkey turning into a snake, or Yang Jian turning into an eagle, restraining from the upstream of the ecological chain.

There is a natural enemy relationship between all things, and the fight between the magical powers is often a competition of superior knowledge.

The monkey had not received much education, so no matter what he became, he was always inferior to Yang Jian.

But when Yang Jian competed with the Moth Witch in the power of transformation, he ended up failing himself. Everything he transformed into had already appeared in the past, while the ghost things transformed by the witch were indescribable, and their physiological characteristics could not be guessed from their weird and seductive appearance.

There are flying balls of flesh covered with tentacles, eyes, and mouths; there is an old man in a yellow robe with a pale face; there is a giant with a hundred hands and eyes; there is a kind father of the subspace with a rotten body covered with pustules.

Yang Jian didn't recognize any of them, so how could he create a being that could restrain the other party?

The fight of transformation magic requires give and take, a bit like the game of chess, you become a cat, I become a dog, you become a bear, I become a tiger, it's a game of strategy.

Yang Jian asked the questions according to the plan, but the Moth Witch had read them randomly and transformed into a bunch of strange monsters, each of which was extremely ferocious and had illogical and unpredictable ways of hurting people.

As a result, after a series of changes, Yang Jian had been beaten unilaterally. His indestructible golden body could no longer hold on and several cracks appeared. He was on the verge of not being able to maintain the realm of Golden Immortal. He died on the spot after his golden body was broken by the witch.

Jin Zha and Mu Zha were also in danger. The more the flesh centipedes clinging to Jin Zha's body were torn apart, the more they split apart. Jin Zha had been wrapped up into a centipede meat ball. Under the licking of countless centipedes, his golden body had almost completely turned dark brown, his skin had ulcerated, and his bones and flesh had ulcerated. He could not hold on for much longer.

Mu Zha competed with the Mantis Witch in swordsmanship, but the opponent's teleportation had no cool-down time at all, and she appeared and disappeared around Mu Zha continuously. No matter how skilled Mu Zha's swordsmanship was, he could not even see the opponent's shadow, so how could he counter her moves?

After a few rounds, it became a one-sided attack. The sickle left a series of scars on Jin's body. Although the scars were shallow, only breaking a layer of skin, the green poison seeped into the blood through the tiny scars and continued to spread in Mu Zha's body.

Mu Zha's face was already turning green, and he was about to collapse as the poison was attacking his heart.

"How dare you, monster!"

Seeing that Jinzha and Muzha were about to fall, a thunderous sound was heard in the sky, and in the scarlet rain of blood, a golden light suddenly shone brightly, as if the sky had cleared after the rain and the sun was shining brightly in the sky.

The three Bodhisattvas who were holding the fort could no longer hold their temper and had to take action to turn the tide, but then they saw a golden figure descending. The golden figure sat upright on a lotus pedestal with a compassionate look on his face, and behind his back were a thousand hands like a Dharma wheel. It was the image of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The thousand hands coiled behind his back like a Dharma wheel waved slowly, and huge golden palm prints fell from the sky like meteors.

The golden palm print is invisible and intangible. It is a pure telekinetic force field that can switch between illusion and reality at will according to the Bodhisattva's will.

The giant palm fell without causing a breeze, but it hit the demon mosquito soldiers with great force, just like slapping a mosquito, which destroyed a large number of them with one palm.

The swarm of mosquitoes that rushed out of the sea of blood were slapped back to the bottom of the sea by countless palm prints in an instant. The five witches were especially targeted by the palm prints. They received countless slaps in an instant and were bounced back and forth like balls.

The most magical thing about the palm print is that it can distinguish between friend and foe by itself. When it is applied to Yang Jian, Jin Zha and Mu Zha who are entangled with the witch, it will pass through their bodies like a non-existent shadow.

But when it fell on the witch, it turned into a thunderous blow.

The Bodhisattva's move was of extraordinary power. With just this one great magical power, he separated the three gods from the five witches. While rescuing them, he almost crushed the five witches into meat paste.

Wen Rui, who was peeking at the big screen in the information center, felt his scalp tingling and his back chilled. His calves trembled as he thought of how he had been ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and how he had disrespected Guanyin Bodhisattva by trying to extort her magic weapon.

Fortunately, I have a strong background, otherwise if this round of fierce fighting had hit me in the face, I would have been skinned alive if I didn’t die.

The five witches were shattered into pieces, but their flesh and blood soon gathered together, grew and healed rapidly, and returned to their original appearance in just a few breaths, as if they had never been injured at all.

The karma created by Wen Rui's several rounds of nuclear bombings was truly too great. The blood rain continued and the demons were not destroyed. Even the Bodhisattva's full-strength attack was offset by the blood rain.

"How hateful! If I hadn't lost my bottle, I would still have a way to dispel the bloody rain!"

A groan was heard in the air, and Guanyin Bodhisattva said in a hateful voice: "Karma is cyclical, retribution is inevitable, those who commit evil in secret will definitely suffer the consequences!"

(End of this chapter)

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