Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Zhou Xuan shouted from a high place, and Qingyi Buddha, Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun, and others all wielded their swords with their divine skills.

However, the six Buddha slaves and others weren’t pushovers, especially the Bead Holder Slave, who clasped the prayer beads in his hands and chanted a Buddha’s Spell,

With the blessing of the Buddha’s Spell, the surface of the prayer beads was covered with dense patterns,

Each pattern was like a thread, vibrating one by one, like anchor hooks reaching towards Zhou Xuan’s purple small sword.

Numerous threads wove a large net across the sky above Lotus Temple, which, under the orange glow of the sunset, appeared quite mesmerizing.

The rest of the Buddha slaves also each raised their magic artifacts, continually tugging at that small sword,

In an instant,

all the battle forces interlaced, focusing on that purple small sword.

Zhou Xuan squinted slightly, cupping his hands on his forehead to shield the dazzling sunlight, and looked at his sword.

Just one glance, and he felt much more at ease,

because the Buddha Power bestowed by those six Buddha slaves, upon contacting the Purple Sword, that solemn and deep Buddhist sect power simply dissolved,

while the power provided by Qingyi Buddha and others was perfectly absorbed by the sword,

The powerful force filled the purple sword.

The Golden Body Buddha clasped his hands on the sword; he was extremely clear about how much power the sword had accumulated.

He secretly bemoaned, "How could the Taoist Sect’s skills be so peculiar?"

The power of four gods, along with Yun Ziliang’s Ancestor Dragon into sword, made the sword’s momentum even more supreme,

The sword body continuously vibrated in Qingyi Buddha’s hands.

"Great Strength Vajra Unmoving Body, Giant Buddha’s Soul Soaring Clouds, Horizontal Clouds Suddenly Rise, Lower My Golden Body."

The Golden Body Slave saw that he could no longer control the flying sword, and he let out a long howl to the sky,

The sound of the Buddha’s spell echoed,

and the clouds in the sky seemed to hear the call of the Golden Body Slave; the clouds across the sky connected into a single mass,

The clouds gathered and swirled, and finally, a gigantic golden Buddha condensed in the clouds and descended, enveloping the Golden Body Slave,

his great strength received a boost,

The strength of the Golden Body Slave doubled, and that restless purple small sword returned to a state of wrestling with the Golden Body Slave.

"The momentum in this sword is still not enough."

Zhou Xuan said to Zhou Lingyi.

He knew that Golden Body Slave was the Dharma Image of the Great Vajra, with astonishing divine power, but didn’t expect it to be this powerful.

Green Robe Dharma Form, Eternal Life Sect Leader, Tiancan Monk, all using divine skills to wield the sword, Yun Ziliang’s Returning Ruins Ancestor Dragon, and Li Changxun’s Acupoint Frenzy Wind all joined in wielding the sword,

so many people putting their effort into the sword, yet still able only to fight the Golden Body Slave, who had lowered his Dharma Image, to a draw.

The Golden Body Slave bore the brunt of everyone’s combined strength and was a bit arrogant, shouting to the sky, "Zhou Xuan, your flying sword is the Tao Ancestor’s sword, purple aura like clouds for ninety thousand miles,

Such divine skills, we Six Slaves naturally dare not underestimate, but it’s a pity, you are too weak, your level is only Seven Incense Sticks, and you can’t wield the true might of this sword."

The Bead Holder Slave also jeered at the time, "Zhou Xuan, if the Tao Ancestor were here, just this sword could cut us six down,

but it’s a pity, the Tao Ancestor has already gone west, no one knows where he went, without him holding the sword in person, no one in Ping Shui Prefecture can cut us down."

In Jing Country, the Incense Fire Level is often an insurmountable chasm,

this chasm, Zhou Xuan of the past could always traverse, but the gorge was too deep, too wide, even he could not cross it.

The Supreme True Scripture taught by the Tao Ancestor is, of course, exquisite and unparalleled, but without enough Incense Power, still cannot defeat the Golden Body Slave.

"That Buddha Slave is truly arrogant."

Zhou Xuan heard the words of the Golden Body Slave, and his war intent soared, he said to Zhou Lingyi, "Sister, that Buddha Slave is arrogant, I want to sacrifice myself to the sword, I will step into that sword and see if that Great Vajra Divine Power can still control my sword."

He flicked his robe sleeve and was about to walk towards that flying sword.

At this time, the flying sword had already become a Small Thousand World, only this world had been infinitely compressed by Zhou Xuan’s "Great Wisdom Finger" technique, pressed into the shape of a sword.

Since it was a Small Thousand World, the space within the sword was naturally vast, accommodating Zhou Xuan was not an issue.

But Zhou Lingyi stopped Zhou Xuan, saying, "Brother, I know your thoughts, you want to enter the sword yourself, using your identity as Sword Master to bless that flying sword,

but after entering the sword, could you contend against that Golden Body Slave, is still uncertain,

moreover, in the sword now, there are Longevity Drum Sound, Returning Ruins Ancestor Dragon, Broken Robe, Frenzy Wind, Dharma Image, if you enter the sword, I’m afraid these divine skills will harm you,

divine skills have no eyes."

Zhou Xuan naturally understood the reasoning, but if he did not enter the sword to direct the flying sword, when the sword’s aura weakened and the Purple Sword could no longer slay the Buddha Slave, a good opportunity would be lost.

"Brother, actually you don’t need to enter the sword, we still have a formidable power in the Zhou Family’s Troupe for you to use."

"There’s power in the Zhou Family’s Troupe?"

Zhou Xuan was somewhat surprised,

What was there in the Zhou Family’s Troupe?

Aside from those lonely ghosts resting under the leaves of the Ancestor Tree, there were only some play masters and their apprentices,

Where was there power to join the battle, to deal with the Golden Body Slave?

Zhou Lingyi, upon hearing Zhou Xuan’s disdain, her eyes laughing into crescents, said, "Brother, don’t think we’re weak in the Zhou Family’s Troupe, don’t forget, who came to pick you up when you returned to Ping Shui Prefecture a few days ago."