Chapter 341: Martial Suppression of Immortal and Brahma Paths, Striking the Two Realms and Ten Directions!

Seeing Wang Ping resolutely charge into the Joyous Array, Jingshan did not panic. Instead, a sudden smile broke across his face. "Ha! Right into my trap!"

This was exactly who he had been waiting for!

He had held the Joyous Array back from Xianfu earlier precisely because this formation was prepared specifically for Wang Ping.

The other four Wisdom King arrays, though ultimately similar in their profound mysteries, had been split into dozens of formations to wage a war of attrition. The Joyous Array alone remained a single formation, drawing upon all the Brahma Cultivators serving under the Great Joy Wisdom King to support it.

"Twelve commanding the main array."

"The auxiliary array holds three hundred and sixty heavenly maidens, completing the cosmic cycle. Add in the massive number of joyous dharma artifacts, and even a deity would drown in this sea of desire!"

Jingshan smiled confidently.

In his eyes, no matter how powerful Wang Ping was, the man harbored a fatal flaw: the Void Joy Non-Dual Guardian Consort Talisman within his sea of consciousness!

"This talisman falls under the domain of the Great Joy Wisdom King."

"If I use the Joyous Array to resonate with it, the talisman will inevitably respond. Trapped in a pincer from inside and out, even if we don't capture him, we can at least stall his advance."

A beauty's embrace was a hero's grave.

Jingshan firmly believed that even if the Joyous Array couldn't take Wang Ping down, it would definitely buy enough time, leaving him to waste his time away inside it.

Besides, from what I can tell, this man is a lecher by nature.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been granted the Void Joy Non-Dual Guardian Consort Talisman. And why else would he personally attack the Joyous Array while leaving the other formations to the rest?

Jingshan was still turning this over in his mind.

Then, a deafening boom rang out. He looked over in bewilderment, only to see the Joyous Array he had placed such high hopes in collapsing with a resounding crash.

"Huh?"

Looking closer, he saw Wang Ping standing there with a calm expression. One mace hung by his side, while the other rested casually on his shoulder. Behind him, the heavenly maidens were completely routed, their armor and weapons discarded in flight.

His face was full of arrogance.

Surely no one actually thought the reason he had personally attacked the Joyous Array was out of lust, hoping to dual-cultivate with the heavenly maidens?

They were really thinking far too poorly of him!

The only reason he had targeted the Joyous Array was that he had seen right through its foundation—put simply, it incited the desires within a person's heart.

It was a profound mystery aimed at the soul and the sea of consciousness.

However, clad in the Heavenly Martial Campaign Profound Armor, the Tyrant Will's circulation directly rendered him immune to all such methods. That was the real reason.

He was no lecher!

To me, this Joyous Array is utterly meaningless. It breaks with a single poke.

Wang Ping's figure moved like lightning, rapidly carving his way into the depths of the pure land. Such godlike speed in breaking the array naturally shattered the tactical plans Jingshan had just set in motion.

Caught completely off guard, he could only order the Brahma Cultivators who had just been routed by Xianfu's side to step up and reestablish the formation. But how could a hastily formed array achieve anything?

This time, it took less than three breaths for the newly erected array to shatter once again.

Wang Ping didn't stop, heading straight for the third array, then the fourth... With the Great Abundance Scripture circulating, his consecutive victories only bolstered his imposing aura, making his array-breaking faster and faster!

He was truly tearing the entire pure land apart!

"This, this..."

Seeing this, Zhongjian's face went pale with terror. He instinctively moved to run away again, but Jingshan, having anticipated this, instantly grabbed his wrist.

"Senior Brother, let go..."

"What are you afraid of? I still have a trump card!"

Jingshan's eyes were bloodshot, clearly consumed by the heat of the moment. Hardening his resolve, he refused to flee, instead watching as Wang Ping smashed through all resistance and charged right at him.

It wasn't until Wang Ping was right in front of him that he finally completed his hand seals and murmured darkly:

"To subdue those sentient beings who are arrogant and haughty, this pestle becomes heavy. To guide those sentient beings who are humble and upright, this pestle becomes light. This is the supreme divine power of the Secret Traces!"

Boom!

As his words fell, a radiant light that had long been suppressed deep within the pure land abruptly flared to life, rising like a blazing sun amid the sky-filling Buddhist chants!

Secret Traces Vajra Pestle!

This was the killing move Jingshan had prepared. Ever since they constructed this Northern Crimson Net Golden Pure Land, this Spiritual Treasure had been continuously building its power.

During every clash against Xianfu and the eight inner sect disciples earlier, the scattered magic power, divine powers, and myriad profound mysteries had been absorbed by the pure land and wholly channeled into the Secret Traces Vajra Pestle. At the same time, numerous Brahma Cultivators inside the pure land had joined forces to elevate the might of this Spiritual Treasure.

I have to at least severely wound him!

Jingshan took a deep breath, holding nothing back. All his magic power, divine powers, and even his great vows were brought forth, fully empowering the Vajra Pestle.

He completely ignored Xianfu on the other side.

In the next second, however, he saw that in the face of the Secret Traces Vajra Pestle crashing down like a collapsing sky, Wang Ping's expression remained calm as he unhurriedly raised his twin maces.

Spiritual light rippled across the maces, faintly reflecting the image of a dragon and an elephant.

Dragon-Elephant!

This profound mystery, extracted from the Spiritual Treasure, the Dragon-Elephant Zen Staff, was now perfectly manipulated by Wang Ping, finally rising as a blindingly fierce light of solar fire.

He wasn't yielding a single inch!

"Dong—!"

Like the blast of a thunderbolt or the ringing of a massive cosmic bell, the violent Dao sound echoed deafeningly throughout the pure land, once again sending the entire domain into tremors.

Yet this was only the beginning. Wang Ping didn't stop moving. After the first mace strike came a second, every blow more powerful than the last. With every heavy smash, the aftershocks of the collision caused Jingshan—who was closest—to tremble, dark red blood gradually trickling from his seven orifices.

Zhongjian fainted on the spot.

Meanwhile, Wang Ping's speed kept increasing. The rhythmic sounds of the impacts gradually blurred together, ultimately merging into a single roar—

"Boom!"

In an instant, the sound paradoxically vanished, and the world was reduced to black and white!

A full one hundred and eight mace strikes, every single one landing solidly. The initially unstoppable Secret Traces Vajra Pestle was actually battered right back!

Jingshan's bloodshot eyes nearly bulged right out of their sockets.

Amitabha my ass.

This was a Spiritual Treasure under the jurisdiction of the Master of Secret Traces, a Bodhisattva renowned throughout the Brahma Nation as the Great Honored One of Strength. And yet, even with a fully charged strike, it had been knocked right back...

Was this guy even human?

In the very next second, however, his nose twitched, and his near-despairing expression suddenly shifted—because he caught the rusty stench of blood.

"Rumble, rumble!"

Not far away, Wang Ping stood rooted to the spot. The blood rushed wildly through his body, his bones and sinews thrumming with a sound like armored warhorses clashing in battle, while a column of blood qi soared above his head like smoke.

The bloody stench Jingshan smelled was wafting from that column of smoke. Even with the empowerment of the Dragon-Elephant and the protection of the Heavenly Martial Campaign Profound Armor, Wang Ping had still suffered considerable injuries from that clash. He looked fine on the surface, but his internal organs had long since been converted into spiritual energy using Nine Breaths Qi Ingestion.

He was recovering at breakneck speed with every passing second.

On the other side, jolted back to his senses, Jingshan stumbled back, dragging Zhongjian with him. He clearly intended to regroup while Wang Ping paused to recover.

Unfortunately—

You have no more chances.

Wang Ping let out a cold smile, his mind suddenly sinking into the Taiping Sutra. Ever since the battle began, he had kept two scripture scrolls in a constant state of activation.

Plum Substituting for Peach.

Perish Together with the Sun.

The former was the answer to Jingshan's earlier confusion about how Xianfu and the others could heal their injuries so quickly—all of their wounds had been transferred to Wang Ping.

As for the latter...

[Perish Together with the Sun: Records all damage taken by the master of the scripture scroll. Upon activation, inflicts an equivalent retribution on the attackers based on the damage sustained.]

And right now, the injuries Wang Ping bore were not merely inflicted by Jingshan, but by all the Brahma Cultivators who had just fought against Xianfu and the eight inner sect disciples. Therefore, upon activating Perish Together with the Sun, every single one of them—without exception—would suffer the exact same karmic retribution on their own bodies!

"Boom!"

In the next second, the mighty power of the scripture scroll engaged. Ignoring all the profound protections of the pure land and offering no avenue of escape, it landed precisely on every single Brahma Cultivator.

"Splurt!"

Halfway through his retreat, before Jingshan could even react, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and dropped to one knee, a flash of horror in his eyes.

Immediately after, his body shattered with a bang!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The exact same scene played out in every corner of the pure land. One figure, then two, then three... A dense cluster of bloody lights bloomed outward like fireworks.

Without exception!

Of course, Wang Ping controlled his output. No Brahma Cultivator actually died from this.

Their physical bodies shattered, but their spiritual senses remained. Wang Ping did not press his advantage to pursue them. Instead, he simply watched their spiritual senses scatter like sparks before turning his gaze toward the center of the pure land.

Because the Brahma Cultivators who had jointly constructed this Northern Crimson Net Golden Pure Land had all suffered severe wounds, the concealing profound mysteries operating within the pure land were shaken. Amid the shattering of heavy Buddhist chants and dispersing Buddha light, a graceful, alluring silhouette finally emerged from the deepest reaches of the pure land.

Seeing this, Wang Ping immediately laughed. "Fellow Daoist Baohu, you certainly made me search for you."

"That is what this poor nun should be saying."

Deep in the pure land, Baohu let out a sigh. "Benefactor Dousheng, are you truly set on a fight to the death with me? Are you not afraid I will personally kill the Brahma Cultivators present right now?"

"And allow the Heavenly Frost Cave Abode to appear?"

"You can certainly try."

Wang Ping wasn't worried in the slightest. In fact, he was somewhat looking forward to it. If Baohu really dared to do that, he would boldly use Plum Substituting for Peach to draw those injuries onto himself.

Then he would turn around and activate Perish Together with the Sun to fuck Baohu to death!