Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1100 The Great Sword is on the Body
"Boom!"

The earth trembled as a golden shadow dropped from the sky and landed heavily on the mountain peak, shattering the rocks and filling the ground with fire. The golden spear that was so famous in the north was stuck in the spider-web-like collision marks, and its tail trembled slightly.

However, the light seemed dim, far less brilliant than the golden axe in the sky.

The man with golden eyes and black armor stood quietly in the air. The luxurious royal cloak was no longer on him, and the domineering and bright halberd also fell into the valley. His lips were a little paler than usual, and he only had an axe in his hand, but he was more terrifying than when he came in full dress, making all the practitioners present suffocate.

"Boom!"

The thunder in the sky and earth continued to rumble, the gloomy clouds seemed to become lighter, and the dark and colorful Guzhou Ding floated in the sky for a moment, and soon dissipated.

White sand and colored glaze were falling from the sky with a rustling sound.

The white sand was as fine as dust, pouring down like a snowstorm, covering the entire Baixiang Valley. Thousands of colored glazes rolled down, some as big as a human head, some as bright as stars, and interweaving like rain.

In this glassy rainstorm, a shadow is covering the earth.

It is a head with a fleshy bun like a lotus and as big as a mountain.

Guang Chan's Dharma body was particularly peculiar. It seemed that he did not cultivate it by himself, but rather used external forces. At the moment when the Dharma light collapsed, it did not shatter immediately, but fell from the sky like a meteorite!

The countless monks and golden palaces that originally stood on this head, like two paradises, have now become dim, the palaces have collapsed, and the mouth is weakly open, with nothing under the interlaced sharp teeth.

The white cicada that was crawling in his mouth disappeared.

A bright golden-white line emerged from the fleshy bun on top of his head, passing through his eyebrows, nose bridge, and lower lip, extending all the way to his neck which seemed to have been bitten off.

"Boom!"

As the huge head fell into the valley, it tilted and fell down. The left and right faces slowly separated and fell to the left and right, revealing the brain and bones inside which were as thick as jade.

Split into two, Maha fell.

"Guangchan is dead, killed with one strike."

The entire Baixiang Valley was extremely silent. Li Jiangliang, who was standing beside Guangchan's corpse, felt a chill all over his body. He turned to look at his two brothers. Li Jiangxia stood there without saying a word, while Li Jianglong watched quietly, also in silence.

The three of them said incredulously:
"A yoke..."

Chang Yun clasped his hands together silently, understanding what was going on. However, Tuoba Ci seemed to be dazzled by the scorching golden light. He stared at the grayish-white pupils on the corpse in disbelief. As proud as he was, he was silent.

'...'

Guangchan is dead! He died before he could even connect with Baoya!

"Is this... still a human?"

Who is Guangchan… the owner of the Baoyajindi, to be frank, Guangchan is not only the treasure of Damu Dharma Realm, but also the person that the entire Buddhist sect remembers in their heart, and the person that Damu Dharma Realm Lord personally pays attention to…

His death was not the death of a fifth-generation Maha at all, but rather represented the cooked duck [Baoya Jindi] in the hands of Damu Dharma Realm, Buddhism and Taoism flapping its wings and flying high, and then being lost from the hands of Buddhism and Taoism again!
His death is comparable to the death of the seventh or even eighth Maha!

Gao Fangjing felt dizzy and didn't dare to look up, so he lowered his brows silently.

"He has planned everything... The Emperor of Wei used the Red Broken Arrowhead to trick the Bai Qiang into crossing the Tao River and being destroyed. Now that he has this magical power, he has also ignored Tuoba Ci and Chang Yun... They even helped him..."

The same doubt arose in everyone's mind.

"Are you still fighting?"

But the most horrifying and unbelievable thing was that the five mercies ignored even the cracked "Yetian Gate". The white sand and colored glaze fell from the sky, causing four of them to hesitate and turn their heads to look at the same merciful one!

This person is the Bodhisattva’s disciple, Guangchan!

The golden body had a pale face and stood there as if in a dream. He could never have imagined that... with just a turn, his own Maha... the fifth generation Maha, would die on the spot!

Baoya has disappeared, but his position is still in Baoya and Guangchan's position!
When the Wrathful Manifestation fell and the Buddha was locked up, the guardian of the Northern Demon Subduing Temple and the direct descendant of the Wrathful Manifestation, no matter how many tricks and skills he had, he was half dead and had to live with a paralyzed body, not to mention his already shaken little precious tooth...

He only had time to reveal a trace of despair before the colorful light on his body suddenly disappeared and the life poured out of his body like a broken dam. In just a breath of time, with a scream, he exploded into a bloody mist in the air.

Without colored glaze or golden sand, he seemed just an ordinary person.

But the silent Baixiang Valley suddenly shook because of his scream. The white sword light shot up into the sky, and countless pink pupils exploded in the air. A bright gem burst, shattering the blue-white light, and the thousand-eyed golden body standing on the hill suddenly disappeared!
When Maha saw that the situation was not going well, he gave up his treasure without saying a word, bled, and disappeared just like that!

"What's there to fight about? Guangchan, who holds the precious tooth, is dead!"

Zhalu just found it so unbelievable that it was ridiculous.

'The southern layout is fine if it doesn't move, but once it moves, it's shocking. After Li Zhouwei killed him, his face only turned pale and his magical power was shaken... What kind of concept is this... It's like the north lost Guangchan, whose combat power ranks among the top three among everyone here, for no reason!'

The rise and fall of one side is enough to overturn the outcome of a war! Not to mention the other monks...what would they think after seeing this scene? The color of Guzhou Ding is still flickering. Who will be the next one to be exiled and die thoroughly?
He Zhalu would never gamble whether these immortal cultivators had the means to restrict Li Zhouwei!

As soon as the strongest Zhalu left, all kinds of magical powers exploded in the air, each going to its own place, with chaotic colors. Before the rolling dark clouds covered the earth, one golden body after another committed suicide! All the Northern True Men fled for their lives in this earth-shaking explosion of brilliant light!
But the speed of Yang Ruizao's Guzhou Ding's coverage was terrifying. It extended in an instant. Those who were far away and had been pulled into the "Red Broken Arrow" before were still better off. However, those who were close and were struggling to support themselves among the three people holding the Xuan had no time to commit suicide, and were not even qualified to do so!
In the midst of the exploding light, there was one person who was demoted by the banished Qi and died on the spot, while the remaining two stood there in a daze, speechless... The raging [Unknown Water and Fire] was still burning on the bodies of these two people, with no way to go up to heaven and no door to enter the earth!

The troops of the Great Zhao were defeated in the overwhelming white sand and scattered like a tide!
Whether it was Chen Yin who was fighting against Helian Wujiang, or Xian Luo who was struggling to hold on under Murong Yan, they were just barely delaying, and now they were temporarily freed and retreated in embarrassment, looking at each other with relief and shock!
Chen Yin, who was carrying a sword and had a gloomy face, Xian Yao, who was silent, Ting Lan, who was full of surprise, and even Liu Bai, who came with a sword, all looked at Li Zhouwei. Words of praise and surprise were stuck in their chests, and they all turned into silence. They raised their eyebrows and looked at him:

'This is Yang Ruiyi's arrangement...'

"This was a play performed by Yang Ruiyi and Li Ximing from the beginning to the end... This kind of calculation involving the Dharma is unusual, and even we were kept in the dark..."

Of course, there was also Li Ximing, the Master of Zhaojing, who walked with his head held high and a smile on his face.

'Hey!'

The immortal had put away the golden pagoda early. He waved his sleeves and carefully picked up a white-skinned, gold-rimmed black drum and a lotus throne made of female water glass from the sky full of glass. He then used his magical powers to pick up the cassock that had a big hole in it and was scattered on the ground.

Now, he slightly beckoned his finger, and the golden spear on the ground jumped up and fell into his palm like a young swallow. The spear was seven feet and five inches long, with stunning colors and blazing flames. It was truly a great treasure!

Naturally, no one competed with Li for these spoils, so Li Ximing picked them up happily!

Although he was happy, Li Ximing still saw the cracks on Li Zhouwei's "Ye Tian Men". Regardless of how relieved he was to see Guang Chan fall, he whispered with a little concern:

'How is the injury?'

Li Zhouwei did not move at all. He seemed to be seriously injured and was trying hard to regulate his breathing. But in fact, his body was already surging with waves. All kinds of illusions vaguely appeared before his eyes, then disappeared again!
【Mingzhang Sun and Moon】Feedback!
The feedback from killing Guang Chan was indeed huge... If we talk about seclusion, at least his Taoism has already surpassed the level of Helian Wujiang, a real person who mainly relies on magic. Now he has made a big step forward and is far superior to him, reaching the third level.

Unfortunately, although Chen Yin had divided the second class into cultivators such as Chi Buzhi and Chang Xiao, the level of Taoism is difficult to measure. The more profound the level, the more vast and difficult it is. The gap between Chi Buzhi and Helian Wujiang is so huge that it is enough to accommodate more than two Qingchi Sects.

After this battle, Li Zhouwei now understands the benefits of having a high level of Taoism. This is a subtle and beneficial thing in fighting and practicing, so he is not in a hurry:
"It's just Guangchan... I still have a chance... Now that I have reached the threshold of the Purple Immortal, there is plenty of time for me to stir up the storm!"

In response to Li Ximing's concern, he nodded slightly.

Actually, his condition was not very good. Although his depleted magical powers were being replenished quickly with the end of the battle, the damage on the "Yetian Gate" made his Shengyang extremely painful, and it shook again and again.

"Although the Heaven Gate is strong, it was not meant to be used like this. It cannot withstand such damage. If it were someone else, they would have suffered such a blow and their magical powers would have been severely damaged, and they would have needed more than ten years to recover. Fortunately, I have a strong foundation, sufficient preparation, and I am wearing the king's cloak... so I am doing OK..."

The injury was not too serious, and he recovered a little when the Red Broken Arrow was pulled out. His Bailin Life was pushed to its peak again, and he received feedback immediately after the Dangerous Step was completed, and he recovered with an additional 90% progress...

'I estimate that the feedback of three days will stabilize the magical power and make it usable, and three months will make it a minor injury, so I will use it up, take care of myself, and take the pill, and I will be fine within a year.'

'It's a pity that the pure Qi of [Xuan Hong Shu] can only cultivate the Dharma body, not the supernatural power, otherwise it would get better faster!'

Seeing his elder nod in relief, the King of Wei, who was under the spotlight, took the long halberd brought by the unicorn formed by the rolling clouds, turned the halberd tip upside down, and his golden eyes traversed the distance of space and fell on the two people who were covered in water and fire and were as honest as quails:

"These are all immortal skills..."

Seeing the fierce god looking at them, the two guys turned pale with fear. Seeing the curved blade turning, Yang Ruizao finally stepped out of the crowd and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, please show mercy - we must capture Emperor Xian."

Yang Ruizao was of a high rank, but he was still intimidated by Li Zhouwei. He lowered his eyebrows slightly and did not look directly at him. Fortunately, the King of Wei nodded, took out the imperial edict from his sleeve, and said:

"Tinglan, Zhaojing, return to support immediately, guard Tongmo and Xiping, and be careful of Xishu's rebellion."

Although Li Zhouwei achieved the goal of defeating all Buddhism, the strength of the South was ultimately weaker, and the current situation was still embarrassing. The system formed by Xuanmiao and Shanji was like a nail, which invaded the south of the Yangtze River and stabbed into the waist and abdomen of Bordao and Sanjiang at the same time, which was really embarrassing.

"And the Qing clan is fickle and would not mind trying to weaken the Song Dynasty's achievements again... It is inevitable..."

If they really want to make a big fuss, people like Li Zhouwei and Chen Yin must put the safety of their own territories before the Song Dynasty. If something really happens, they obviously don't mind giving up the brilliant results they have achieved.

In order to appease him, Yang Ruiyi had already sent Zi Yan's Wen Qing, who had obviously made arrangements in advance. After receiving the order, the two of them immediately withdrew. Li Zhouwei had a clear idea in his mind, so he said:
"Baixiang has been conquered, Zhao Xiu has been defeated, but Baiye is still in the waist and abdomen, with his back to Xuanmiao. If any troops come out, it will definitely disrupt our rear. Please guard the Baixiang Valley, use Zhuoshaling as a pocket, and intimidate Baiye Xuanmiao."

Everyone agreed, and the King of Wei looked at Liu Bai and said with a smile:
"Protector General, please help me coordinate the east and west to break the siege of Boring Dao!"

……

Golden light of heaven and earth.

To the east of Guanlong and north of Luoxia, there is a flood of loess, the towering Taihang Mountains, undulating terrain, and crisscrossing river valleys. Then you can see five peaks rising up with no trees on the tops. There are countless golden temples on top, and temples everywhere. This is the Five Peaks Mountain of the Bright Dharma Realm, and the highest Dharma Realm is the Qingliangtai.

On the top of this Buddhist platform, there are countless golden statues. The western platform on the side is the [Baoya Platform]. There are countless temples and even more monks. There are even many monks who fly and live among them.

But at this moment, the atmosphere in [Baoyatai] was weird, with chaotic footsteps, many monks coming and going, some whispering to each other, some speaking angrily, and there was even a great monk who vomited blood and fell to the ground, and was hurriedly lifted up and sent into the temple.

Amid the noise, an old monk hurried up with a look of panic on his face. He pushed the door of the highest temple and entered. In the middle of the temple was a statue with golden eyes, a naked body, and infinite light. Under the seat was a Qilin, which was ninety-nine feet and nine feet tall, only one foot shorter than the supreme statue on the Qingliang Terrace.

There is another statue on the side, which is a handsome monk with delicate eyebrows and clear eyes, his whole body is white, and he is fifty-five feet tall. But at this moment... a golden-white mark is spreading down from the smooth head of this handsome monk and sinking into his collar!
This scene is so clear!
"grown ups!"

The old monk's heart was broken and he immediately fell to his knees, weeping uncontrollably. He was terrified and mad. He cried for a long time, then rolled over and crawled on the ground, saying sadly:

"Go and invite...go and invite Junior Uncle-Master!"

But all the noise in the temple suddenly became quiet, and a pair of simple cloth shoes walked into the hall. The young monk in black helped the old man up. With a complicated expression, he wiped the tears from the old man's face and looked up at the broken statue.

The statue seems to be about to break into pieces at any time, but there is an invisible color that binds its shape, making it appear seamlessly as one. The dense cracks seem to be its decoration, appearing perfectly and harmoniously on its body.

But the robes are not torn.

The black-robed monk looked at it for a while, then stepped forward and spread his hands. The robes on the statue were turning into brilliant light with the wind, like a gorgeous waterfall, pouring all over the ground. His eyes were red, and he said quietly:
"With the great axe in my body, my nephew's wish has been fulfilled, so I won't die with hatred."

Main characters in this chapter
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Li Zhouwei [Middle Period of Purple Mansion]

Liu Bai [Middle Period of Purple Mansion]

Helian Wujiang [Middle Stage of Purple Mansion]

Xian○珧【Mid-stage Zifu】

Li Jianglong【Chixuan】

Li Jiangxia【Chixuan】

Li Jiangliang【Chixuan】