Chapter 1897: One of the Ten Greatest Divine Artifacts
“Go back!”
Just not far down the road, Sikong the Elder suddenly brought Sikong the Younger back to where they came from.
“Why going back?” Sikong the Younger was puzzled.
“Idiot, we haven’t taken the loot.” Sikong the Elder’s eyes lit up.
Sikong the Younger had no words when he heard that, his dark face becoming even darker.
Coming back to the place where they had fought with the Immortal Vampires, Sikong the Elder immediately got busy. He took weapons and sainthood sources into the Ring of Dimensions.
“All these are good stuff. I almost forgot about them!” Sikong the Elder grinned from ear to ear as he kept the treasure.
His biggest hobby was to collect all kinds of treasure. Even if they were useless to him, he enjoyed looking at them.
He had always been like this before he left the Sikong Zen Temple. After so many years, he had not changed a bit.
“Big Brother, we are being surrounded again.” Sikong the Younger stood transfixed.
Sikong the Elder looked stunned as he looked up. “What? Didn’t we just wipe out a bunch of them? Another bunch has come?”
“Bald Donkey, how dare you kill our Immortal Vampire warriors! Your crime is unforgivable!” shouted an Immortal Vampire commander riding a hideous vampire beast.
An Eight-Step Saint King, his cultivation base was extremely high. Even the vampire beast that he rode was of Saint King-cla.s.s, and among his soldiers were many Saint Kings.
Apparently, this Immortal Vampire commander’s position was much higher than the one whom the two Sikongs killed earlier, and he had more elite fighters under his command.
An overpowering killer air gushed out of his body, forming thick blood clouds that blocked off the sunlight, turning the place into a doomsday scene.
Sikong the Elder clapped his palms together with a smile on his face. “You are mistaken, Mister. I am a monk. How could I kill your men? In fact, we have just found them dead and planned to bury their bodies and chant to release their souls from purgatory. Since Mister has arrived, we will excuse ourselves.”
After saying that, he wanted to leave with Sikong the Younger.
The Saint King of the Immortal Vampire pointed at Sikong the Elder with his spear. “Bald Donkey, do I look like an idiot to you? Stop pretending in front of me. He who kills the warriors of the Immortal Vampires shall be killed,” he shouted.
Sikong the Elder shook his head and sighed. “Your murderous vibe is too strong, Mister. Why don’t you believe what I say? You have got to understand—”
Zzzzzzzzzz-Pang!
Just as Sikong the Elder rattled on, a bolt of blood-red lightning struck down.
“Whoa!” Sikong the Elder screamed and dodged to one side at warp speed.
But that blood-red lightning followed him as if it was some kind of living thing. No matter how hard Sikong the Elder dodged, he could not shake it off from him.
In a moment of panic, the blood-red lightning struck Sikong the Elder on his bald head.
As powerful as the blood-red lightning, it caused little harm to Sikong the Elder. Not even a scratch.
“Ouch! You all really got serious?” Sikong the Elder rubbed his head in pain.
“What?” The Immortal Vampire Saint King was surprised, staring at Sikong the Elder.
He had only casually performed the strike just now. But with his level of strength as an Eight-Step Saint King, it was powerful enough to kill many Saint King-cla.s.s elites. Yet Sikong the Elder had walked away unscathed. That showed there was more to this monk than met the eyes.
The appearance of such a powerful monk near Lord Ming’s Sword Vault Palace was definitely unusual. They must be up to something.
“Hey, Bald Donkeys, who the h.e.l.l are you, really? What is your purpose coming here?” shouted the Immortal-Vampire Saint King, pointing at Sikong the Elder with his spear.
Sikong the Elder was still rubbing his head and jumping all over the Saint King. “Do you really think I am your easy target? Younger Brother, teach them a lesson!”
Sikong the Younger shook his head. “Do it yourself, man. It was you who got us into this,” he said coldly.
“I am your senior. Do as I say! Go now!” Sikong the Elder glared at him.
But Sikong the Younger was not moving. “Master has instructed us to listen to Master Zhang while we are out there. He never says I have to listen to you. It is you who get us into trouble, and it should be you who fix this. Why me?”
“You have grown some feathers now, eh? How dare you talk back to me!” Sikong the Elder got p.i.s.sed.
“Hey, Bald Donkeys, are you two done yet? Since you are not giving me an honest answer, I will show you two no mercy.” The Immortal-Vampire Saint King’s face darkened as he exuded a horrible, murderous air.
The way he looked at it, Sikong the Elder was just messing around with him, not taking him seriously, which was something he could not tolerate.
“Kill!”
The Saint King of the Immortal Vampires attacked forcefully with a loud shout.
As he moved, the blood cloud in the sky surged, as if thousands of soldiers stormed in.
Sikong the Elder stomped his foot. “Do you think I am afraid of you? I will kill the evils today!” he shouted.
As he clenched his hands into fists, a burst of powerful Buddha formed into a white tiger that was over ten yards long.
Roar! Sikong the Elder lunged out like a real tiger with a ferocious look at the sound of an ear-shattering roar.
“You—”
The Saint King of the Immortal Vampire looked in disbelief, his eyes wide open.
Sikong the Elder was quick. Before that Immortal Vampire could react, Sikong the Elder had ripped him in half, splattering blood into the air.
“Run!”
The other Immortal Vampire soldiers were thinking of fleeing at seeing what happened.
“I have said it, I am going to kill evil today. Don’t even think of fleeing.” As Sikong the Elder roared, his fat belly shook.
As tiger claws struck down, the body of those Immortal Vampire soldiers flying into the air exploded, body parts plunging to the ground.
Sikong the Elder retrieved his Buddha power after killing all the Immortal Vampire soldiers. “How dare you all provoke me, causing me to fall into sin by killing? Amitabha.”
His expression looked as if he had gotten the short end of the stick.
The next second, his eyes brightened up again as he started to collect his loot. There was no reason to waste it all since he was the one who killed them.
“Senior Brother, time’s a-wasting’! Master Zhang is still waiting for us to deliver the Toten Sword. Master would blame us if we screw up,” said Sikong the Younger.
Sikong the Elder was annoyed as he put the last sainthood source into the Ring of Dimensions. “I know. Don’t you see I am done now? Let’s go.”
The two monks were immediately back on their way to Lord Ming’s Sword Vault Palace.
After wiping out two teams of Immortal Vampires consecutively, they must have created a lot of noises and alarmed the other Immortal Vampires. There was no point hiding. The best way forward was to storm into the Sword Vault Palace before the Immortal Vampires knew it.
Using the treasure item given by Indra, the two monks concealed their scents as best as they could and moved forward at speed.
They finally came outside the Sword Vault Palace. But an army of Immortal Vampires had successfully stopped them.
As the two monks approached the Sword Vault Palace, they were detected by Immortal Ming’s powerful spiritual power. It was impossible for them to sneak in.
“There is more to these two bald donkeys than meets the eye. Ordinary people won’t be able to stop them,” said Immortal King faintly.
“I will finish them off,” said Prince Wujie quickly.
After saying so, he left Whitebone Mountain and landed in front of the two monks.
Apparently, he was desperate to prove himself as he felt humiliated after Zhang Ruochen beat him. He had to redeem his pride through another battle.
“I hate bald donkeys the most. So—you two go to h.e.l.l!” A murderous look appeared in Prince Wujie’s eyes as the chain rapidly shot out from his hand.
While he was at it, thick blood mist gushed out of his body, spread into the surroundings, and engulfed the two monks.
The strange blood mist was extremely sticky like it was freezing the dimension, severely inhibiting movement.
Bang! Sikong the Younger performed a palm, striking the chain away from him.
As the chain was truck off course, it brought up mountain upon mountain, causing the sky to darken. Amid a series of howls, terrifying energy struck down at the two monks from above.
“Break!”
Sikong the Younger stood astride and shouted.
He performed a punch with both hands. A black dragon lunged out, shattering the mountain peaks that were cras.h.i.+ng down on him.
“Eh? Parrying my chain barehanded? You have an immortal body?” A strange look appeared in Prince Wujie’s eyes as Sikong the Younger’s move surprised him.
Bear in mind that his chain was an Eighth Radiance Thousand-Inscription sacred artifact, the power of which was so scarily high that even Precept Domain cultivators could stop it.
“Who are these bald donkeys?” The long-faced princess asked in surprise.
“What the black-faced monk performed is Path of Thousand Buddhas’ most famous move, Great Dragon Claw, the power of which rivals that of Zhang Ruochen’s Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm Strike. Interesting,” said Xia Wenxin saintly as he put down the bamboo slips.
“If you can’t beat them, Prince Wujie, I can help you,” Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord stood on the white bone-platform and said it out aloud.
“They are just two wild monks. There is no need for your intervention, Heavenly Lord,” said Prince Wujie.
The result of the battle with Zhang Ruochen had terribly humiliated him. Now, if he could not even deal with two monks and needed Nine-Eye Heavenly Lord’s help, how could he face other princes and princesses?
Prince Wujie swung the chain in his hand again, creating a bone-chilling cold air, causing a temperature drop within a several-hundred-mile radius and snowflakes to fall from the sky.
At the same time, a vast number of Precepts rushed out of Prince Wujie’s body to become one with the chain.
The next moment, the chain spun with shockingly high revolutions. It swept up the spiritual Qi between heaven and earth to form a nine-layer vortex, the piercing air current inside which was so strong that it was as if it could tear the world apart.
“Watch out!”
Sikong the Elder warned as he made his move.
As soon as the two of them joined hands, a black dragon and a white tiger appeared.
The black dragon and the white tiger curled into light b.a.l.l.s at once.
Two light b.a.l.l.s, one black and one white, hovered in the air. With them at the center, the vague image of a giant chess board appeared.
The chessboard was apparently just a phantom, yet it looked so imposing that it was as if the emergence of another heaven and earth. Countless black and white pieces were seen on the chessboard. Two pieces appeared the most striking; they were Sikong the Elder and Sikong the Younger, both occupying the most strategic spot of the chessboard.
The Immortal-Vampire army stared in awe, feeling the suffocating mightiness.
Yes, the mightiness.
Xia Wenxin, who was always cool, calm, and collected, finally let out a delighted smile. “I can’t believe that they have weaved the image of the Chessboard of Heaven and Earth. Perhaps, they could be the lead in finding one of the Kunlun Realm’s ten greatest sacred artifacts, the Chessboard of Heaven and Earth.”
The Chessboard of Heaven and Earth laid out by Grand Chamberlain w.a.n.g s.h.i.+qi of the Central Imperial City was just a replica.
The real Chessboard of Heaven and Earth could be formed with the stars and with all the living things and the Precepts of Heaven and Earth as the pieces. Its incredible mystery was not something non-deity could fathom.