Great Lord: Buddha has mercy on us, evil spirits please stay away

Chapter 460: Lin Jing works hard to become stronger, Kong Ling and her nephew fight for it, Wen Qingxuan: My Master is the Lord of Daqian Palace
The battle was in full swing. Ye Kong looked at the three women who were showing off their abilities and made different evaluations in his mind.

Lin Jing is the eldest daughter of the Martial Realm, a model of naive, innocent and cute character. Her talent should be no less than his, but she is a lazy dog ​​and does not practice seriously, so that her cultivation has always lagged behind others.

The future is promising and there is huge room for growth in all aspects.

Xiao Wen is a disciple he personally trained. He is very motivated and is his designated right-hand man. He has a promising future. There shouldn't be much room for improvement in his training speed, but there is a lot of room for improvement in his realm.

With a top-notch warrior like himself fighting from a low realm to a high realm, and with the Spear Ancestor tempering his physical foundation and inheriting the Spear Ancestor's legacy, it should not be difficult for him to cultivate into a holy Heavenly Supreme in the future.

I can't teach for so long and still be inferior to the Western Heaven War Emperor. That would be really funny.

Kong Ling could be considered a prodigy that he had promoted himself. She had reaped many benefits from following him. She became a disciple of Feng Yusheng at the Supreme Realm. Kong Ming helped her to refine herself into the Earth Supreme because of his influence. She was able to break through to the Sky Supreme and he had given her the Spirit of the Plane, allowing her to become the Lord of the Plane.

Her aunt Kong Linger enjoyed a lot of benefits by following her in the Dragon Tower. After coming out of seclusion, she broke through to the Immortal Level. Then she took the initiative to withdraw from the competition for the young clan leader and took over as the punishment elder of the clan. She was very trustworthy.

Kong Linger took the initiative to withdraw, and Kong Ling naturally became the only suitable candidate for the young patriarch.

"I heard from Yu Sheng that the position of the Punishment Elder is very special, and its status is no less than that of the Young Clan Leader. Once the new Clan Leader takes the throne, the Punishment Elder will be able to be promoted to the Grand Elder due to his seniority... Could it be that Kong Ling'er wants to rule the country from behind the scenes?"

Thinking of this, Ye Kong's eyes flashed to Kong Ling'er among the Nine-Colored Peacock Clan. This woman, like her niece, had ambition in her eyes, but compared to before, what she pursued seemed to have changed.

The True Dragon Emperor, with his strength as the number one in the dragon clan, has the final say among the dragon clan. As the supreme elder, he trains the dragon clan leader like his son. Kong Linger may not be without such thoughts.

Strength is respected and this is the eternal truth of the beastmen. The bigger the fist, the more right it has and the more say it has.

If Kong Ling wants to improve his strength quickly, he needs a great opportunity. The most recent great opportunity for the Beast Clan is to open the Divine Transformation Pool, but this brings up a new problem.

"Only beastmen below the Heavenly Supreme are allowed to enter the Spiritual Transformation Pool with a bodyguard. Kong Ling is already the Heavenly Supreme, so he can only go in by himself. The plan cannot keep up with the changes."

Thinking of this, Ye Kong felt a little headache and couldn't help but take a breath of cool air to clear his brain.

Back when he was in the Dragon Clan, he had agreed with the Great Phoenix that the Divine Transformation Pool should be opened as soon as possible. He entered it as Kong Ling's protector to gain opportunities for himself and Kong Ling, helping Kong Ling to greatly increase his strength while also raising his own body to the level of a saint.

But what happened next was beyond their expectations, triggering a series of chain reactions, and the original plan became useless.

With his current strength, entering the Spirit Transformation Pool would have little effect. It would be better for him to practice dual cultivation with Feng Yusheng a few times. Moreover, it would be too embarrassing for him, a late-stage Saint, to fight against a group of beast geniuses who are not even at the Immortal level. It was simply too embarrassing.

Although Kong Ling's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, there is still a big gap compared to her aunt. A difference of one major realm is a world of difference. The two women are both descendants of the Nine-Colored Peacock Clan. Since they cannot break each other's moves, the only thing they can compare is the level of their realm.

"It's not easy, it's not easy, we can't do it behind the scenes..."

Ye Kong thought about it over and over but couldn't think of a proper way to make Kong Ling have the strength to defeat her aunt in a short period of time. Finally, he decided not to think about it. At worst, he could just do it slowly later.

Anyway, as long as she can be the clan leader, it probably doesn't matter whether she has real power or not. Let the aunt and nephew fight slowly, he won't get involved anyway.

Just as Ye Kong made the decision, the battle between the three women began to bear fruit.

The first Heavenly Supreme to be knocked off the stage was, as expected, the Qingmai Elder Qingyun who was on the initial spiritual level stage. When he fell off the stage, his body was covered in ice and he was shivering with cold, as if his soul had been frozen by Lin Jing's attack.

"Miss Wujing Lin has a solid foundation and a strong background. She has a promising future. She has an extraordinary background, so there is nothing to be sad about being defeated. If you are hit, please adjust your mentality...

Also, I would like to remind Miss Lin that if you practice harder, my world may be able to welcome a Saint-level Supreme with extraordinary strength sooner."

Ye Kong's deep and hearty voice slowly echoed in the square, advising the visitors from the superpowers not to compare themselves with this man who was born on the top of Mount Rome.

With Martial Ancestor around, even if she is a lazy dog, she can become a Saint-Quality Supreme at a terrifyingly fast speed. Her innate advantages are almost impossible to catch up with through acquired efforts.

Upon hearing this, Lin Jing made a fist-raising gesture towards Ye Kong on the podium, indicating that she, Lin Jing, was ready to reform herself.

It is my duty to inherit my family's legacy! She, Lin Jing, decided to work hard!

Ye Kong nodded, indicating that he understood. Little girls are the most likely to get carried away.

"Bang! Bang!"

At this time, on the stage of the Heavenly Supreme who was in the late spiritual grade, Kong Ling's opponent's body was swept by billions of colorful clouds transformed from the Nine-Colored Feather Divine Light. His vast spiritual power was completely sealed. He fell to the ground, unable to get up. The pagoda clanged a few times and a big hole was smashed. He was defeated.

Qing Yanjing, Muchen and the others had strange looks in their eyes. The pagoda of their ancient pagoda clan was famous for its strong sealing power. They didn't expect that today they were defeated by a master of the Nine-Colored Peacock Clan who had also practiced the sealing power?

This is a rather ugly loss.

"Kong Ling of the Nine-Colored Peacock Clan has extraordinary talent, a solid foundation, and strong combat experience. I hope he can cultivate more powerful magical powers to take his combat power to a higher level." Ye Kong made such a suggestion.

Kong Ling bowed gracefully, the corner of her mouth raised slightly, and the nine-colored spiritual river flowed continuously in the depths of her beautiful eyes.

Just wait, Palace Master Ye, I won’t let you down.

As she turned around, Kong Ling seemed to inadvertently glance at her aunt standing beside her grandfather, and their eyes met in silence, then separated in an instant.

"You are such a calculating woman. I really misjudged you before..."*2
At this moment, the aunt and niece had exactly the same thoughts.

The battles in the two arenas came to an end, and everyone's attention was focused on the mid-level spiritual arena where the battle was the most intense.

Wen Qingxuan's spear moved vigorously, like a phoenix goddess, sweeping across the sky, forcing the magic swordsman Feng Jie to retreat step by step.

Feng Jie's fighting style is very different from the past, and his strength is undoubtedly much greater than before. His defense is impeccable, but it cannot cover up his decline.

The opponent's foundation is terrifyingly solid, stronger than that of a veteran warrior like him who has been a Half-Step Heavenly Supreme for many years, and his magical powers and tactics are not inferior to his!
He was confident that he could fight against an ordinary late-stage spiritual master without losing. The opponent's strength had also reached this level and was really difficult to stop.

"Forget it, let's try this move! Dark Curtain of the Devil's Sky, Heaven-Slashing Sword Technique!"

Seeing no chance of winning, Feng Jie gritted his teeth and used two peerless magical powers that he had cultivated to perfection to make a desperate effort!
"Boom——"

Waves of darkness spread outward with his body as the source, and his temperament suddenly changed from being heavy and steady to being demonic and domineering, with a wild attitude. From his sturdy body flew purple-black clouds of spiritual light, and dark thunder streaked across the sky, causing the celestial phenomena to change drastically.

At the same time, demonic and domineering stripes appeared on his sword-holding wrist and weather-beaten face, making his entire aura more than double. His eyes were like a demon, and his long hair was dancing wildly; he was like the Demon King in the dark night, dominating all living things under the night sky.

"Zhengzheng--" the sword finger crossed the magic sword, Feng Jie's eyes narrowed into a line, the sword body clanged, and it madly absorbed the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and differentiated into layers of purple sword light that filled the sky and the ground, as if it were real, tearing apart the space, blocking the night, the sword tips pointed at Wen Qingxuan in unison, and the cold light flickered in the sky.

"This kid knows how to learn Xu Lingyun's moves."

Ye Kong on the high platform raised his eyelids, with a serious look on his face, he was too familiar with this move, when Xu Lingyun used this move it was earth-shaking, with a wave of his hand he separated out a sea of ​​green swords, turning the whole world into his absolute domain, any ordinary spiritual master in the early stage would not escape the fate of being torn into pieces if he entered.

It should be noted that the essence of this move is just a quasi-unparalleled magical power-level sword-cutting technique, which shows how terrifying Xu Lingyun has developed it to.

Fortunately, I had a solid foundation, so I was able to break his trick.

Coincidentally, Xu Lingyun is a straightforward and righteous person, and he is not stingy in sharing his swordsmanship experience with others. Therefore, for Feng Jie, Xu Lingyun is half his master; Xiao Wen is his disciple. This is simply an alternative collision.

"Qiang! Qiang!"

Facing a powerful enemy, Wen Qingxuan frowned slightly, but did not lose his composure. He spread his golden phoenix wings, and his dangerous aura soared. His eyes burned with raging flames. Although he was surrounded by swords, he overwhelmed Feng Jie in momentum.

"This technique was discovered by my master. It has never been shown to outsiders before. Today is the first time. Be careful!"

Wen Qingxuan clenched the spear in her hand and said something that made Feng Jie very alert. Then she gave a clear shout and wisps of beautiful, snow-white light rose from her body, like flying fireflies or the embodiment of the origin of heaven and earth, converging on the spear.

"Hunyuan Qi? This is the opening move of the Seven Hunyuan Styles. This little girl actually inherited the legacy of the Spear Ancestor?"

In the audience, a knowledgeable expert exclaimed in surprise. Everyone looked back and found that it was the master of Tianji Pavilion who didn't know.

Everyone nodded as if they were used to it, and came forward to say, "Master Bu Lao, you are here to join in the fun as well? It's rare."

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Wherever there is excitement, there will be people I don't know. How can I be absent from such a big event?"

I didn’t know that the Pavilion Master was a handsome young man wearing coarse linen clothes, with a pair of eyes sparkling with wisdom, which was very inconsistent with his self-proclaimed "old man".

But people were not surprised, as it was very easy for Saint Pin Tian Zhizun to act younger.

“I heard from you, old man, that is the Seven Hunyuan Styles of the Spear Ancestor?” A Heavenly Supreme stepped forward and asked eagerly.

"Of course, I, an old man, would not be wrong."

I don't know why he gave instructions in a senior manner: "The power of Hunyuan is a power unique to the Spear Ancestor. It is extracted from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in an extremely mysterious way. It can be used at any time in battle for explosive purposes."

"Look, the first move of the Seven Hun Yuan Styles is the starting move of the seven moves. It contains thirty-three variations of the subsequent six spear techniques. It can be used for both offense and defense. It is truly a master's style."

"The Seven Styles of Hun Yuan are well-known throughout the world and are ranked among the thirty-six peerless magical powers. How come there are only thirty-three variations? Did you remember it wrong?"

"Idiot, there are only a few similar moves in spear techniques. The only differences are the way and angle of force. It is enough if you can summarize dozens of the most refined variations. Too many would be cumbersome. Haven't you heard of returning to basics?" He taught him a lesson with a look of disappointment.

"Of the seven Hun Yuan styles, the first style is all right, while the second to fifth styles are said to be killing techniques with each spear being more ruthless than the last, each taking the essence of a different spear technique.

The sixth move is a territory-killing move, with terrifying power that can cover a very vast area; the seventh move is unknown, some say it is a method of mutual destruction, and some say it is a combination of the previous six moves. Even those who have seen this move and have not died will keep silent about it. "

He doesn't know how to be a teacher and show off his erudition.

"Good! That was a great talk! Here's another one..."

A group of Heavenly Supremes cheered and consciously handed over the Supreme Spirit Liquid. I don’t know how the Pavilion Master’s mouth curled up even higher.

With the opening of Tianji Times, he no longer cared about this little money, but the sense of accomplishment was still great. He liked to see the clear eyes full of admiration on these guys' faces, which made him feel that his IQ had crushed idiots.

At this moment, Wen Qingxuan in the field had already prepared the first move of the Seven Hunyuan Styles. With wings covering inwards from behind, the whole person seemed to have turned into an indestructible fiery red spear. The Phoenix Feather Golden Spear had now turned into the sharpest spear head, and it seemed as if there was a divine phoenix accompanying it as it spun.

A flash of cold light came first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon. The snow-white gun tip streaked across the sky like a meteor, piercing through the deep night.

The endless purple magic sword descended and attacked the slender figure, but it could not stop its unstoppable force. The pure power of the spear burst out, like ice and snow melting the earth, destroying all obstacles.

In an instant, a ray of white light burst out from the dark curtain of the devil sky, and after a few loud roars, the devil sword shattered in the sky, and the dark night also collapsed.

"puff--"

In the night, Feng Jie spat out a mouthful of blood, fell from the air, his momentum rapidly decreased, and his face turned very pale.

Everyone was surprised to see a deep bloody hole in his chest, and even the magic sword was pierced with a small hole, probably because he was unable to block it.

Behind him, the light faded, revealing Wen Qingxuan's beautiful figure. Her cheeks were also unhealthily pale, indicating that she had consumed a lot of energy.

Feng Jie glanced at the wound with lingering fear, turned around, hugged the sword and laughed: "Miss Wen is worthy of being Palace Master Ye's top disciple. Feng Jie is convinced of his defeat."

Amidst loud laughter, Feng Jie's figure left and disappeared very quickly.

Ye Kong seriously suspected that this kid was taking advantage of the laughter to retreat at the speed of light.

Wen Qingxuan stood tall and gracefully, leaning on her spear, her beautiful eyes twinkling on her rosy face. She was looking forward to her master's evaluation.

I should be pretty good at playing, right?

Soon, Ye Kong's voice rang out, leaving her stunned.

"As my personal disciple, it's not surprising to win, but you must remember not to be arrogant when you win and not to be discouraged when you lose. You must remain humble when you win, and learn to be as carefree as Feng Jie when you lose. That's all."

Wen Qingxuan: “…”

The crowd, Muchen and other members of the ancient Futu tribe: "..."

So what is this called? My master is the master of Daqian Palace, so everyone should give him some face?

(End of this chapter)