Genius Fortune-teller/C651 Contending
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C651 Contending

The wind whistled, and balls of bright light exploded in the sky above the Ganges River, changing into countless shapes. The wind howled, and balls of bright light exploded in the sky above the Ganges River, and changed into innumerable shapes, and appeared to be beautiful, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Pranab's eyes were closed, and he chanted an incantation. Lin Biden immediately felt the originally cool and refreshing aura become hot and dry. Moreover, wherever his Heaven's Eyes went, the red infernal energy around Pranab would become even denser. This aura was extremely thick, but it did not leak out.

Lin Bai understood that this red aura was the killing intent that had been generated by Pranab's ruthless killing intent all these years. These killing intents grew over the years and became killing intents. Although this thing could not be manipulated or used, it had the effect of forcing people to submit to it without fighting. It was also a powerful weapon that would harm the mind of the opponent.

Although Lin Bai was a little afraid of this murderous aura, his body did not have the slightest intention of stopping. He tightly held onto the book in his hand, and urged the evil Yin Qi from the Yin Field to attack Pranab, wanting to fight against the scorching aura that Pranab had created.

One was cold while the other was hot. The two auras suddenly fused together, causing the air to emit explosive sounds. Moreover, as the battle between the two began, the plants around Lin Bai and Pranab also began to wither. But the withering shapes were all different, Pranab's side was covered in charcoal, while the plants around Lin Bai were frozen in solid ice.

It had to be known that Pranab had already started planning out this situation long before Lin Bai had. He had already set up many formations around the Ganges. It was precisely because he was familiar with the control of formations that when he used the technique, it worked like he used his fingers.

He had been laying for so long and immersed himself in it for so many years, but this young man from China had just arrived and was in a hurry to fight. He was actually able to draw with him when he was being supported by the array, making him realize that he was facing a real opponent.

Pranab and Zen Jia were both the best inheritors of the Ancient Indian Yoga. His training in the ancient Yoga arts had already reached the highest level, and his comprehension of the spiritual level far surpassed even that of Zen Jia, who was the successor to the Goddess of Gali.

Without any hesitation, Pranab immediately circulated his spiritual energy, and the murderous red aura around his body mixed into the spell he used. This sudden turn of events caused Lin Bai to be greatly astonished. This was the first time he had seen someone capable of executing such a technique, and it was a rare sight.

As soon as the killing aura mixed with Pranab's technique, its arrogance immediately soared, becoming increasingly fierce in response to Lin Bai's counterattack. In an instant, the surrounding temperature had actually completed a change between a scorching heat and a chilling cold. A wave of boundless coldness flowed into Lin Bai's body from all directions.

This sudden change caused Lin Bai to feel as if he had suddenly fallen into a world of ice and snow from this sweltering tropical zone. Even the depths of his bone marrow was emitting a chilling cold.

In the moment when Lin Bai's body turned from hot to cold, the light from the River Turtle Technique suddenly exploded and countless Yang Qi surged out, instantly covering all the cold Qi. Although his body calmed down once again, Lin Bai's mind was unable to calm down. Even his back was covered in cold sweat.

The legacy of an ancient civilization in India was indeed not to be underestimated, especially for an old man like Pranab, who was an undying level character. He did not know how far he had studied these techniques, and he had to be careful in dealing with them!

Seeing that this wave of attack had some effect, Pranab's face revealed a hint of joy. His hands moved rapidly without stopping, and his body was like one of the gods in the legends of India. He constantly changed his posture, condensing all kinds of inconceivable attitudes, urging the murderous aura around him to combine with his spiritual force to attack Lin Bai!

But with the Hutu Book in his hands, how could Lin Bai let him succeed? Waves of Yang Qi spread outwards, dissipating wave after wave of attacks that were like waves of ocean into nothingness. At the beginning, Pranab had thought that Lin Bai was only trying to force it out. However, after a long time, he discovered that Lin Bai's expression was the same as before. He knew that his plan had miscalculated.

After recently interacting with the inheritors of the ancient civilization, Lin Bai understood that these people's techniques were different from those of the Chinese teacher. Not only did they have to launch an attack on their techniques, they also had to cooperate with the ancient martial arts to subdue them.

Aiming at the empty space in which Pranab's attack had landed, Lin Bai took this opportunity and took a step forward. His hands were like daggers as they slashed towards Pranab's throat.

The martial arts he had learnt at Mao Mountain from Li Tian Yuan were not wasted, but the martial arts he had learned from roaming the world and gaining knowledge of the ancient Chinese martial arts were not wasted either. After Lin Bai took one step forward, his body shot forward like a spring. In an instant, he arrived in front of Pranab. The cold wind brought by the knife in his hand blew over, causing a chill to run through Pranab's body.

The Ancient Yoga could be said to be the best in the world for stimulating one's potential and flexibility. Although Lin Bai was fast enough, just as the knife was about to land on his neck, his body took a step back in a strange posture.

However, this speed was still slightly slower than Lin Bai's. Although Lin Bai's hand blade did not touch his body, the wind from the blade still cut a bloody wound on his neck, and fresh blood instantly flowed out.

"You really do have some skill. Since that's the case, don't blame me for being impolite!" Pranab touched his neck, staring at the blood on his hands, the sinister look in his eyes became more intense, as he said with gritted teeth.

His finger, which was stained with the blood from his neck, drew a few strange runes on his cheek, and then his body began to change in an even more unpredictable manner as he muttered continuously. His pair of eyes that were filled with viciousness stared fixedly at Lin Bai, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

With a twist of his body, the smile on Pranab's face became even more ferocious. His left arm bent slightly and reached down at a strange angle; his right arm wrapped around his neck.

Lin Bai couldn't help but be dumbstruck when he saw the old man's posture. The more he looked at it, the more similar it looked to those perverts who liked to sexually harass others. But before Lin Bai could react, the heaven and earth origin energy began gathering towards where Pranab was. With his body as the center, the origin energy fluctuated unceasingly as his mind spread out in all directions, causing him to feel dizzy.

At first, this sound was considered soft, but after a short period of time, it had reached a deafening level. Moreover, the area where the Sky Eye reached the figure of Pranab was completely covered by that red murderous aura, giving off a terrifying aura that caused one's heart to palpitate.

Lin Bai couldn't help but cover his ears when he heard the voice. However, as if the sound could penetrate all barriers, the obstruction of his hands was useless. The sound waves pierced into his ears, causing Lin Bai to reveal a pained expression, his chest and abdomen were filled with depression, blood started to gush out, and a strange red hue appeared on his neck and cheeks.

"God Descent Technique?!" When Zen Jia, who was watching the fight from the side, saw this, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and exclaim in surprise! As the successor of the Goddess of Calais, how could she not recognize the type of magic that was passed down through ancient civilization in India?

This God's Descent was one of the most dangerous techniques in the heritage of ancient Indian civilization. The meaning of this descent was completely different from the one of the Descent of the Gods. It was called Descending. To put it bluntly, it was to use one's own blood to build a connection with heaven and earth origin energy. Afterwards, it could cast a magical power similar to that of an ancient deity. It was peerless in power, but it was also extremely harmful to one's body.

The reason why Pranab had used this method was obviously because he wanted to fight to the death with Lin Bai and have a life-and-death battle with him. After pondering for a long time, he said to Lin Bai in a deep voice, "Lin Bai be careful. This God's Descent technique is strange and unpredictable, but he won't be able to last long. As long as you can hold him off, you'll obtain the final victory!"

"As the Holy Maiden of the Brahma Sect, you actually colluded with an outsider. Aren't you afraid that the Goddess of Jia Li will anger you?!" Today, I shall clean up her family and kill all of you for her! " Hearing this, Pranab chuckled as he stared at Lin Bai. He suddenly opened his mouth, and an energy fluctuation rushed towards Lin Bai.

The surrounding space seemed to have turned much dimmer under the influence of this spell. The fireworks in the sky also seemed to have lost all color. As if it had broken free from the shackles of time and space, this magical undulation instantly reached a spot less than three steps away from Lin Bai.

Lin Bai furrowed his brows as he slowly spread apart his legs. His eyes were filled with a deep glow. At this moment, he had already put down his hands. He chanted the Heart Cleansing Curse to resist the strange sound, and his hands were constantly forming seals in the air, drawing out various lines that looked like ancient totems. Whether he succeeded or not depended on this!

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