Chapter 450 Conflict
How can a person who has just reached the great perfection of external vision fight against a top-notch internal vision person?
Not to mention the leader, even Zhao Yushu couldn't do it, not even with a magic weapon.
The top-notch external scene master might be able to cause a little trouble to the average internal scene master in a short period of time, but it would only cause a little trouble. Even someone as strong as Zhang Hong, an abandoned disciple of the Great Compassion Temple, could only use his ultimate move to hit an ordinary internal scene Taoist Miao and then run away.
Strictly speaking, interior and exterior scenes are no longer the same species.
However, Yan Hui's attitude was more serious than when facing a senior Neijing.
The leader should be the inner scene.
The other person is weird and his cultivation is also weird.
Faced with the weirdness, Yan Hui decided not to make any unnecessary attempts and to strike hard when he made his move.
A giant golden palm came towards him.
The unique skill of Dabei Temple, Tathagata Palm!
The divine palm seemed to be full and fast, and it reached the leader's eyes almost the moment it was thrown. Even the small crack on the mask that was pierced by Zhao Yushu's sword seemed to be a little bigger.
This palm condensed Yan Hui's decades of cultivation. Not to mention the external scene, he didn't even dare to take it head-on and could only dodge.
However, the leader not only did not hide, he even took the initiative to stretch his head forward and take a step forward to meet the attack.
The golden palm hit him hard in the face.
Then it disappeared without a trace.
Yan Hui sighed slightly: "It turns out to be another heavenly treasure."
In the red lotus, Zhao Yushu finally understood why Old Jiang was unable to wake up Yang He even after risking his own life.
So does he himself.
Yang He is now the center of the Red Lotus, and has even become one with the Red Lotus. It is unknown whether he is sitting here voluntarily or if he is being held here by the leader.
This silver mask not only concealed his identity, but also built a channel between him and the Red Lotus, making him the core of the Red Lotus formation.
Zhao Yushu slapped Yang He twice without any hesitation, but he didn't react at all.
Once Zhao Yushu tried to use his spiritual power to stimulate Yang He, the spiritual power would be burned up or assimilated by the karma fire the moment it left the body. Even due to the isolation of the karma fire, the lost spiritual power could not be replenished.
Old Jiang exhausted all his Snow Mountain Qi Sea for this.
Zhao Yushu thought that if he took Madam Xu out, he might be able to fight against Honglian, but he didn't dare to do so, because Yang He could not withstand Madam Xu's attack.
"Old Yang, what should I do?"
Suddenly, Zhao Yushu felt the red lotus tremble violently, as if it was hit hard by something, but it was just a tremble and soon returned to normal.
With this tremor, Zhao Yushu almost lost his grip on the silver mask in his hand. He was so scared that he quickly squeezed it tightly. During this squeeze, he felt his fingertips were a little rough.
The fire and high temperature distorted his vision, but Zhao Yushu still saw clearly that there was an extremely tiny crack on the mask, which should have been extremely smooth.
"This location looks familiar."
The long sword swung out a flame, and at the same time a gust of wind blew, making the flame even stronger and more intense.
Yan Hui was not good at footwork, so he could only use his body to bear the attack.
Fortunately, his body had turned into gold at this time, and where the knife fell, there was a loud sound of metal clashing.
Yan Hui frowned. The blow was heavy, but not too heavy for him. However...
Yan Hui looked at his shoulder. Where the knife fell, a hole was torn in the monk's robe, and a small cluster of flames was burning relentlessly on the golden skin underneath.
"Red Lotus Karmic Fire?"
This knife already represents the power of inner scene.
"The fire of red lotus only burns impure people. Master, your heart is impure."
The leader spoke with sarcasm, but his hands did not stop. His aura was rising again, and he had already broken through the barrier between heaven and man. The flaming knife with inner power slashed at Yan Hui's golden body again and again.
"Amitabha, Mr. Zhao is right. I have violated the precept of greed."
"Donor Zhao?"
"My sea of suffering is boundless, and Mr. Zhao broke through three layers in a row. I wonder how many layers you can break, Master."
The boundless spiritual power turned into boundless sea water.
Water can extinguish fire, and the flames on Yan Hui's body were extinguished one by one, even the red lotus karma fire.
The leader looked at the surging sea that was about to submerge him in an instant. Not only was he not afraid at all, he even revealed a hint of a sneer.
Yan Hui has played all his cards, and it's his turn now.
Water can overcome fire, but likewise, fire can overcome water.
A lotus flower slowly bloomed on the leader's body.
The red lotus purifies the world, burning the sky and boiling the sea.
Zhao Yushu's thoughts were pulled back by the sudden violent flames. Even though he had passed the test of the red lotus, he felt a burning pain on his body.
The leader is madly calling upon the power of the red lotus!
Zhao Yushu felt that he had found the key to breaking the impasse, but even so, he was still not sure he could rescue Yang He.
"Old Yang, there's no time left. I'm going to take a gamble. Please wait a moment!"
Zhao Yushu gritted his teeth, grabbed the silver mask, turned around and was ready to rush out of Honglian, and was even ready to show his naked butt flash bomb to the old lady who protected the religion. However, before he could sacrifice his few remaining looks, he was pulled to the ground by a huge force.
The silver mask is directly suspended in the red lotus and cannot be separated from the red lotus at all!
Zhao Yushu originally planned to take the mask out, then take out Madam Xu's sword and pierce it to force the situation. From the tiny crack, he guessed that the red and white masks should be one piece.
Judging from the fluctuation of the red lotus just now, someone must have hit the leader hard, but he transferred the force to the silver mask and then offset it with the red lotus that he had prepared long ago.
Then he used the power of the red lotus in reverse and dealt a heavy blow to the opponent.
The leader's cultivation level is erratic. It is very likely that he is not an inner scene at all, but is just disguising himself as an inner scene with the help of the mask and the red lotus.
The power of the Heaven Grade Treasures is extremely overbearing, and all the Heaven Grade Treasures known so far can easily kill Neijing.
At the same time, Zhao Yushu believed that the changes in the silver mask should also be able to affect the leader, otherwise why would he dare to challenge Yan Hui? He must have relied on the power of the red lotus.
This thing is really a magical tool.
However, the power conversion of the mask should also have great limitations. For example, after I used the floating light, the leader was caught off guard and was stabbed on the mask by the cold iron sword.
Although he failed to break the treasure, he did create a crack in it.
Therefore, this transformation of power requires at least some preparation on the part of the user.
It is not protected against sneak attacks!
With the support of two heavenly treasures, the leader, who had almost no flaws, was finally found to have a possible flaw by Zhao Yushu.
But now Zhao Yushu was in a dilemma. If he didn't take the mask out, he wouldn't be able to break it. If he wanted to break it inside the red lotus, Madam Xu would have to fight against two heavenly treasures at the same time.
Once Madam Xu appeared in the red lotus, Zhao Yushu had no confidence at all that he could save his own life and Yang He's life.
He couldn't afford the risk.
"Old Yang, a mask can only be called a mask if someone wears it, right?"
Zhao Yushu looked at Yang He who was motionless and smiled bitterly: "We are brothers after all."
His vision gradually narrowed, and Zhao Yushu gently put the mask on his face.