My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1149 The Disciples of Chan Sect Remain as Brilliant as Ever
"Boom—boom—boom—"

Hundreds of heavy blows fell in succession, and the golden Buddhist light and Taoist barrier were as fragile as paper in the face of this torrent of steel.

The Buddha's light barrier was the first to shatter, and the fragments were instantly devoured by nanoparticles. The particles even rapidly aggregated within the Buddha's light fragments, instantly condensing into dozens of miniature mechs.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the Daoist barrier of the Primordial Celestial Venerable. The disciples of the Chan Sect behind the barrier were blown away by the shockwave. Many of them were covered in nanoparticles. The particles penetrated the gaps in their robes and dissolved the fabric and magical artifacts on their bodies. The disciples desperately tore at their clothes, but this only made the particles spread faster. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were naked.

When it came to the system extraction technology, the nano-gray worm technology greatly inspired Wen Rui. Coincidentally, his accumulation of nanotechnology had also reached a certain level, so Wen Rui carried out a technological upgrade on the nano-unit.

This upgrade is far from reaching the level of the Nano Gray Gu assimilating all matter, but it can still decompose immortal-grade materials.

Wen Rui's nanounits have long been able to decompose and recombine mortal matter, but they still cannot decompose celestial-grade matter or magical artifacts and robes enhanced by celestial power. After this technological upgrade, he has achieved the ability to decompose celestial-grade robes and magical artifacts.

However, for some supreme treasures above the level of immortal treasures, whether innate or acquired, they contain a wisp of primordial power that exceeds the decomposition limit of nanometer units.

"The raw materials are inexhaustible; no matter how much is destroyed, it can be repaired. This is a steel hole that can never be filled!"

Dao Xing Tianzun stared at yet another group of mechs emerging from the sea of ​​clouds, his eyes filled with despair.

Just as his Vajra Pestle broke off the arm of a mecha, countless particles in the sea of ​​clouds gathered to form the arms of ten new mechas. Each arm was longer and thicker, and when the giant fist swung down, it directly dented the Vajra Pestle. The runes on the Pestle were covered by nanoparticles and gradually lost their luster, clearly being gradually corroded by these strange metal particles.

Even more terrifying is that the shattered mech fragments do not dissipate; instead, they recombine in mid-air to form miniature Gu worm robots, which then burrow into the wounds of the immortals and Buddhas, further depleting the allied forces' combat power.

The martial arts mecha puppet army, under the cover of the giant mecha, transformed into thousands of silver torrents and charged forward.

These puppets were covered in silver alloy armor, yet they did not have the stiffness of machinery. Their movements were as agile as cheetahs, and every step they took was in harmony with the rhythm of martial arts.

A puppet charged out first, its right arm transforming into a battle blade. The blade flashed like lightning, and it unleashed a set of "Thirteen Demon-Subduing Forms" that even Wei Tuo might not have mastered. The moves were seamlessly connected, and the blade's wind carried the force of breaking through the formation, heading straight for the Western Sect's warrior monks.

The Western Buddhist monks, who have practiced Buddhist martial arts for many years, immediately formed the "Awakening Vajra Arhat Formation" when they saw the puppet rushing towards them. They unleashed their fists and feet simultaneously, with Buddhist light surrounding their fists and feet.

But as soon as they clashed, the monks were shocked to realize the difference in skill – the puppet's sword precisely avoided the Buddha's light, and the back of the sword lightly struck a monk's wrist. The monk felt a tremendous force coming from it, his arm went numb instantly, and the vajra in his hand flew out of his grasp.

The other puppet, unarmed, faced the attack of the three monks. With a flicker of its body, it moved like a ghost between fists and feet, its palms gathering high-frequency vibrational force. Each strike landed on the monks' pressure points, and in just three breaths, the three monks' meridians were shattered, and they collapsed to the ground.

"This martial art... is even more exquisite than Venerable Kasyapa's martial arts!"

A surviving monk cried out in alarm. Before he could finish speaking, another puppet attacked. This time, the puppet used a set of "Flowing Cloud Palms," the palm strikes were gentle yet contained powerful force, seemingly slow, but they blocked all the monk's escape routes.

The monk barely managed to raise his arm to block, but the force of the palm strike shattered his arm bone, and the shockwave tore his jewel-encrusted brocade robe apart like paper. Even more chilling was the fact that these puppets were not only incredibly skilled, but could also adjust their moves in real time according to the battle situation—against a group of monks in formation, the puppets would disperse and launch surprise attacks to disrupt their formation; against a lone monk, the puppets would unleash overwhelming attacks, giving him no chance to retaliate.

Within a quarter of an hour, the Western Sect's warrior monk formation was scattered and broken.

The puppets' martial arts were divine, their moves far surpassing those of any known martial gods in the Three Realms. When they slashed with their swords, they could sever Buddhist light; when they struck with their fists and feet, they could shatter spiritual energy. Their movements were also like ghosts. They activated a miniature warp drive and instantly traversed the void to get behind the monks. When the swords were at their necks, the monks didn't even have time to react.

The swarm of drones in the sky also launched an attack in coordination with the puppets. The energy provided by the nanocloud allowed the drones to continuously output firepower, firmly restraining the immortals and Buddhas who were trying to support the monks.

As the Primordial Celestial Venerable gazed upon the endless torrent of steel and martial arts puppets before him, he felt a tightness in his chest—even immortals and Buddhas below the sage level felt such utter powerlessness before the creations of mortals.

These giant mechs, powered by the infinite raw materials of the nanocloud, transformed sheer numbers into the most terrifying weapon; the martial arts puppets, with their exquisite martial arts skills far surpassing those of martial gods, completely crushed the Western Church's melee combat power.

That nanocloud was like a bottomless abyss, constantly spewing out new mechs and new puppets, as if it wanted to fill the entire battlefield with the sharp edge of steel and martial arts.

Below, the sea of ​​clouds stretched out to the horizon, making the allied forces of immortals and Buddhas seem to have stumbled into a massive metal-based killing formation.

This killing formation is far more powerful than the Ten Deadly Formations encountered in the previous war against King Zhou. It is comparable to the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation of the Three Immortal Maidens and cannot be broken by anyone but a sage.

Yuanshi Tianzun vaguely recalled that the struggle between the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect many years ago seemed to be similar. His useless disciples were beaten by the Jie Sect disciples without the help of the sages. They were repeatedly defeated and fought again and again. Only with the support of the sages did they manage to win.

Moreover, the final battle that determined the fate of the world was also fought by four sages. To rely on the disciples below was like relying on a bunch of pigs.

Thinking about it this way, Yuanshi Tianzun felt relieved. It wasn't that the Chan Sect had become weaker, but rather that its disciples had never been strong.

Having figured this out, and no longer placing his hopes on his disciples, Yuanshi Tianzun's mind gradually calmed down.

Back then, this group of useless disciples was also wiped out. Wasn't it only because he invited his senior brother, the Supreme Lord Laozi, and the two elders shamelessly killed three junior girls that the situation was turned around?
Since we've already been shameless once, what's wrong with being shameless one more time?

Although the person to be executed this time is a fourth-generation descendant of the Chan Sect, he is still a male, so he only falls under the category of bullying the weak, and he is less guilty of killing women and children than last time.

"Retreat! Get out of this nanocloud area immediately! If we stay any longer, we'll be worn down and killed!"

The Buddha's voice was unusually urgent. The nine-tiered lotus platform emitted its last rays of light, protecting the Buddha's disciples around it. However, the edges of the light had been eroded by nanoparticles, giving it an eerie metallic sheen. Countless tiny mechanical tentacles wriggled within the light.

Yuanshi Tianzun gritted his teeth and nodded. He had never imagined that his "orthodox immortal and Buddhist alliance" would be so pathetic in front of mortal artifacts. But looking at his disciples who were constantly being suppressed by mechs and puppets, he could only activate the Nine Dragon Throne and retreat towards the edge of the nano cloud.

(End of this chapter)