Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 349 - 172: Spiritual Mechanism, Knife Over the Two Kings (9k)_2

Engraved with complex totems on the colossal stonedoor, one of the doors was open, the gap wide enough for a giant tens of meters tall to enter.

Five or six Federation Martial Artists, along with three or four Martial Artists from other civilizations, stood together, their expressions grave.

Duan Xuanji of the Heavenly Mechanism Dojo furrowed his brows: "The Cangqing Temple is up ahead, these people really do want to use us to scout the way!"

A Martial Artist with slightly greenish skin, belonging to the Wood Spirit Clan, spoke solemnly: "Inside the Cangqing Temple, danger lurks at every turn. Once in peril, even with life-saving talismans, we might not be quick enough to use them."

The other Martial Artists asked, "Do we turn back and fight them, or continue moving forward?"

Duan Xuanji spoke in a deep voice: "The one behind us named Wan Shan is a tough customer. According to information from our Elf Clan friend, he comes from the Four Gods Temples and is a candidate of the Four Demon Gods. He's not far from reaching the rank of Sealing King."

"What's there to fear, if it comes to worst, we just leave this half-plane." Someone said coldly, very frustrated inside, never having been driven and hunted like prey before.

"Indeed,"

Duan Xuanji didn't speak; since everyone had decided to fight, then they would do it. Involving a struggle between the Federation and Alien Clan civilizations, they could not afford to lose face.

"Eh? It seems someone has already entered the temple." Someone suddenly said, pointing towards the divine temple and added uncertainly, "I just saw a figure in black enter the temple."

The Martial Artist from the Wood Spirit Clan exclaimed in surprise:

"Are you sure you saw right? Don't be fooled by the tranquility around the temple, hidden dangers abound, and those hundreds of stairs are not easily climbed by ordinary True Seed Martial Artists."

"In ancient times, these were called 'Holy Pilgrimage Stairs'; you had to bow every three steps. If you didn't, you would be suppressed."

The previously speaking Martial Artist suddenly became uncertain.

After all, if what the Wood Spirit Clan Martial Artist said was true, these stairs could not be traversed in a short time.

Duan Xuanji shook his head: "Prepare for battle."

Everyone nodded; the hunters from behind were already drawing near, and they had little time to prepare.

Soon, figures dashed out from the jungle.

"Where are those Martial Artists?"

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"Impossible, in such a short time, they couldn't have possibly passed the stairs!"

"Watch out! There's a trap!"

"These scumbags actually dare to counterattack!"

In an instant, several screams echoed from the edge of the dense forest.

Under the cover of the Wood Spirit Clan Martial Artists, they coordinated well in a counter-kill, taking out several pursuers, and a few didn't even have the chance to leave the half-plane.

"Pah! A bunch of trash, daring to chase and kill me!"

Pei Jing, with his white hair, had a chilly expression, wiping the fresh blood off his sword's edge. If it weren't for that Wan Shan fellow among them, he alone could deal with this group!

"Be careful, Wan Shan is coming!" Duan Xuanji yelled deeply.

The next moment, a tyrannical Fist Intent shattered the surrounding giant trees, spreading outwards in a fan shape.

Pei Jing was calm, yet his eyes held a hint of madness. His body brimming with Sword Intent as he prepared to launch a decisive strike, he neither retreated nor evaded, facing it head-on!

"So presumptuous!" A deep voice came from the woods.

Wan Shan's expression was icy cold; with a single step, his aura and confidence unassailable, he stood like a Divine Mountain, unfearing of any storm.

Bang!

He made his move boldly, his body crossing a hundred meters in an instant, fists thrusting out, and the overpowering fist force surged like a torrential sea.

[Transparent Star-shattering Fist]!

This was a supreme technique from the Four Gods Temples, once used by a Grandmaster to detonate a star with a single punch.

At this moment, Wan Shan's fist appeared to encompass the four corners of the world within its wind.

Where the fist pointed, Pei Jing felt his entire body suppressed, locked in place by the intangible Heaven and Earth Law, unable to move!

Just when everyone thought the Federation Martial Artist was doomed to die.

A sheathed sword coming from the side suddenly cut across the battlefield!

The long sword was not unsheathed; rather, it was wrapped within the scabbard and held by a hand, lightly coming from the side, smashing through the boundless Transparent Fist Intent, and seemingly effortlessly landing on Wan Shan's shoulder.

The next moment.

Wan Shan's pupils contracted sharply, his advancing figure abruptly stopping, suddenly sinking down, his knees bending uncontrollably with a creaking noise.

In a critical moment, he roared and broke free from the sword's suppression, retreating backward, his bones resounding with a popping sound as if they couldn't bear the burden of that single moment!

The situation swiftly turned, changing the expressions of everyone as they looked towards the young man who had suddenly entered the fray.

He appeared calm, with spotty sunlight falling upon him, creating a play of light and shadow that gave him an aura of a Divine mystery, his figure seeming slender but emanating an air of splitting mountains and carving seas, invoking awe in others.

For a moment, silence reigned in all directions.

Nobody expected that one of the top Divine Sons of the Four Gods Temples would suffer a great disadvantage in a single exchange, going all out only to find the other side had not even unsheathed his sword, and yet he had taken damage.

"Who are you?! How dare you ambush me, you shall die along with him!"

Wan Shan's eyes bulged with rage, his laughter turning mad, his green hair flying, his body radiating dazzling light that seemed to brand countless Divine Texts, almost breaking free from constraints, leaping forth from his body.

Ambush?

Ji Jingqiu raised an eyebrow, this guy really was delusionally confident.

He glanced over at the condition of Duan Xuanji and the others.

He had met many of them before, like the white-haired Pei Jing. During this selection contest, they were all his rivals, but...

Ji Jingqiu slowly drew his sword from the scabbard.

Struggles within the Federation were one thing, external conflicts were another.