Rebirth starts with many children and good fortune

Empowered by the weapons bestowed by the fairies, Su Qiang, Wei Zhuang, and Cheng Feng launched another fierce siege against the monk Ling Kong.

The thorny whip in Su Qiang's hand was as flexible as a living thing, each lash containing the power to tear the air, attempting to rip open the aura membrane protecting the monk. His eyes were filled with determination, as if he wanted to pour all his strength into this one lash.

Wei Zhuang tightly gripped the broken sword, the tip constantly flashing with a cold light, each swing appearing exceptionally precise and powerful. He constantly adjusted his posture and breathing, seeking the weakest point in the membrane, attempting to break through with a single strike.

Although the broken sword was not as infinitely powerful as a complete sword, in his hands, it seemed to have been given new life, each strike filled with threat.

As for Cheng Feng, although he held the seemingly unremarkable metallic willow branch, the willow branch was hard in texture, and a gentle wave made it as sharp as a sword.

As time passed, the monk Ling Kong's complexion became increasingly pale, and the aura membrane around him became increasingly transparent. Obviously, under the continuous siege of the three, the monk's defense was gradually collapsing.

A rare look of joy appeared on the faces of Hua Xie and Hua Kai, as if they saw the hope of killing the monk Ling Kong right before their eyes.

Just then, the monk Ling Kong suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with an exceptionally bright light.

He smiled softly, his voice filled with compassion and determination: "How can you mortals understand the true meaning of cultivation? Today, I will let you feel what is truly boundless Buddhist Dharma!"

As his words fell, the entire space seemed to tremble.

Monk Ling Kong's laughter echoed in the empty space, the laughter filled with both indifference to the world and a hint of death.

Cheng Feng, Wei Zhuang, and Su Qiang felt an unprecedented fear in their hearts under the sudden pressure of Monk Ling Kong's aura.

The three dropped their weapons in unison and turned to flee, as if they would be swallowed by the invisible power if they were even a step slower.

However, the two fairies, Hua Xie and Hua Kai, reacted in the first moment, their figures flashed, and they came to their weapons.

Hua Xie gently waved, and the metallic willow branch suddenly glowed with a soft light, dancing in the air as if it had life.

Hua Kai clenched the thorny whip, and with a low roar, a whip flower exploded with a cracking sound.

"You don't need to be afraid, we are here," Hua Xie's voice was gentle and firm.

She looked at the three who had fled far away, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes, after all, an accident had occurred.

Looking at the approaching fairies Hua Kai and Hua Xie,

Monk Ling Kong's lips curled into a meaningful smile: "I was waiting for you. Since this humble monk has no hope for this life, naturally someone needs to accompany me on the road to the Yellow Springs, otherwise, it would be too lonely alone."

Monk Ling Kong's words revealed a kind of determination and helplessness, his smile appearing both compassionate and desolate under the illumination of the Buddhist light. He knew that he had no hope of escaping this life, so he decided to take a gamble, making this battle his final cultivation.

As the power of his origin fully erupted, the entire space was filled with a powerful Buddhist force. The Buddhist force was as thick as substance, yet filled with the light of compassion and wisdom, as if it could perceive the essence of all things in the world, washing away all sins and dust.

"He's really throwing his life away, directly erupting his origin. After this battle, no one can save him, no matter who comes."

Hua Kai and Hua Xie could feel the terror and determination of that power. Hua Xie quickly exchanged a look with Hua Kai, and determination and decisiveness flashed in both of their eyes. Facing such an opponent, they had to fight desperately, without any reservations.

Hua Xie and Hua Kai simultaneously patted their hearts, spraying a mouthful of pure blood essence onto the flower basket that was about to fall apart.

The flower basket was originally cultivated with their lives, usually used to hold spiritual herbs and medicines, but at this moment, nourished by their blood essence, it seemed to have been given new life.

The flower basket quickly rotated in the air, emitting a dazzling light. Petals and branches flew out of the basket, turning into countless sharp blades and tough vines,

Attacking Monk Ling Kong overwhelmingly. Those blades and vines contained all of Hua Xie and Hua Kai's cultivation and will, each strike enough to shake mountains and rivers and tear apart the void.

Monk Ling Kong's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise and appreciation upon seeing this. He did not expect these two seemingly weak fairies to have such strong determination and strength. But he did not retreat, but more focused on manipulating the Buddhist force in his body, launching a fierce confrontation with those blades and vines.

For a time, the entire space was filled with the roar of battle and the collision of energy. Buddhist light and vines collided, forming streams of energy.

For Cheng Feng and the others, all of this was too sudden,

The sudden coercion of the fairies, the sudden counterattack of the monk.

Watching the vast scene in the sky, Cheng Feng also sighed: "What kind of high martial world is this! Completely derailed from the mortal world, ordinary people don't know any news at all, how can they turn over?"

Thinking back to the past two years, he had been struggling in the mortal world. If he could marry a fairy, how could he have ended up so miserable?

Cheng Feng and the others witnessed the thrilling battle in the sky, their hearts filled with shock and yearning. They kept retreating, fearing that they would be affected by the raging energy.

In the sky, Monk Ling Kong's Buddhist light and the blades and vines derived from the flower basket of Hua Kai and Hua Xie intertwined, forming a dazzling picture.

The Buddhist light contained compassion and wisdom, attempting to purify everything; while the blades and vines were filled with sharpness and tenacity, vowing to cut off all obstacles.

As the battle continued, Monk Ling Kong's Buddhist light began to show signs of fatigue. After all, he had fought three consecutive battles, consuming a huge amount of physical and spiritual energy.

Moreover, he was poisoned in the battle with the two women before this battle, making it even more difficult to fight two against one.

Although his cultivation was one small stage higher than that of Hua Kai and Hua Xie, he still seemed overwhelmed under such unfavorable conditions.

In this thrilling battle, Cheng Feng witnessed Monk Ling Kong's tenacity and unyielding spirit in the face of strong enemies. Hua Kai and Hua Xie sisters showed unparalleled courage and decisiveness.

Recalling the scene of the green-clad swordsman he first saw, when he used the power of a sword to break through the giant palm, was still vivid in his mind.

That amazing swordsmanship and unparalleled momentum shocked Cheng Feng.

And that little giant had a huge body, but when facing a real strong man, he seemed so fragile and weak.

These scenes made Cheng Feng deeply realize that the world of cultivators is not only about gorgeous spells and magical treasures, but also about scheming and calculation, which is no less than that of mortals.

Everything depends on strength. Whether it is a strong enemy or a weak opponent, as long as you have enough strength, you can gain a foothold in this world.