From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 82: Completely Exploded! (8200)

Before Xu Xing arrived, Jiumozhi and Yan Zhao had even forgotten that they were now on a battlefield of fighting, and instead started a heated discussion at the bottom of the pool.

Their curiosity about species like "Xu Xing" has even overwhelmed the fighting spirit and passion for victory in their hearts. Now the two of them just want to know what exactly this creature is.

However, when this unprecedented inhuman beast bared its fangs again, Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi both felt a chilling sense of life-threatening crisis.

It was obvious that even if the opponent was not really angry, he was at least interested in it.

For the two of them, this "interest" means that the next round of battle will turn from a joint request for advice into a one-sided beating.

Their main purpose has also changed from "learning" and "seeking advice" to two words:
——Alive.

With a loud bang, Xu Xing's nine-foot strong body, with an unmatched and unstoppable momentum, crashed into the Bibotan Lake, creating a straight path in the heavy water.

The sunlight also shone into the dark, lightless bottom of the water. Xu Xing was under the scorching sun, his whole body bathed in the brilliant sunlight. A circle of golden ripples appeared in the dark blue divine light.

It was just like a celestial god descending from the sky, from the clouds to the mortal world, specifically to slay demons and eliminate evil.

This pool of water covers an area of ​​thirty zhang in circumference and is fifty or sixty zhang deep. The bottom of the pool is interconnected with many underground waterways.

After Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi were thrown down by Xu Xing, they also felt the enormity of the situation, so they focused on healing their wounds and waiting for the second round of battle to begin.

However, as soon as Xu Xing rushed in, the vast and mighty aura of power, vastness, violence and terror filled every corner of the pool.

The water in the pond was obviously extremely cold, and the faint blue glow on Xu Xing's body gave people an even colder feeling.

But Jiumozhi and Yan Zhao still felt that the temperature in the water was rising rapidly at this moment, and even gurgling white bubbles appeared.

This is because the blood rolling in Xu Xing's heroic body is too hot and fierce.

After revealing his "true form", he exerted his strength. Even if all the sweat was locked in the membrane, the naturally dissipated heat was still enough to turn the deep pool into a hot spring, or even make it boil completely!
Now, the distance between Xu Xing and the two was less than six feet. They could clearly see that an irrepressible excitement was blooming on the face of this godlike giant.

Xu Xing's chest heaved and the water began to shake violently as soon as he clenched his fists. Then, two huge fists with distinct joints and knotted muscles rushed out!
In front of the blue-green fist, the entire pool of water was split into two. If you look down from above, you can clearly see an empty, rapidly expanding cone-shaped area appearing in front of Xu Xing. The water spread out to both sides, arched high, like two high walls of waves.

A dark blue giant was stepping on the wet ground at the bottom of the pool and striding forward. Every muscle bundle in his body was vibrating violently. Although his speed was extremely fast, there was still a feeling of "struggle" that was extremely slow.

It seemed as if his fists were not just fists, but two towering mountains stretching for thousands of miles, majestic and steep. This was because his strength was so powerful that it gave people such an impression.

That's not slow, that's heavy!

Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi saw that Xu Xing was gathering strength at this moment. They did not need any communication and took the initiative to interrupt the process of gathering strength.

However, he was hit in the chest by two heavy punches, and his body immediately flew off the ground and rushed towards the top of the waterfall.

Xu Xing squatted down with his knees slightly, and his huge body soared into the sky. He grabbed a person's body with one hand and rushed upstream along the direction of the waterfall!

Everyone who paid attention to this battle could see a wonderful sight.

Amidst the turbulent flow of the waterfall, an extremely condensed blue-green divine light leaped up, like a winding lightning rising from the earth, or like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed to cut through the waterfall.

A dark blue figure stepped on the mountain wall and went upstream. Although it was stepping on the water, its body shape seemed to be condensed by the water, revealing an incomparable sense of power.

Water is the softest thing in the world, but when it gathers into the shape of this man, it takes on an incomparable strength and power.

It is like an indescribable existence that subverts the common sense of the world and makes the softest become the hardest.

Thus, man became God.

This statue was flying in the air, punching continuously. In front of his fists, Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi stepped on the mountain wall and tried their best to resist, but they were still beaten back in the torrent.

It is just like two small boats floating in a storm, swaying and drifting, and they may be completely overturned at any time in a tsunami, hurricane or thunderstorm.

Wherever the three of them passed, there were splashes of water like pounding pearls and collapsing jade, and the flying mist was swirling and rolling. The sun shone everywhere, showing a gorgeous rainbow as brilliant as a brocade, leaping like a dragon in the water mist!
During the fierce battle, the turbulent waterfall, which was originally falling straight from the sky, rolling on the cliffs and causing thunderous sounds in the valleys, actually became slower and slower. When the three men fought to the middle of the waterfall, the downward momentum was completely stopped.

The waterfall had difficulty falling down, but instead formed a clear and deep pool behind Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi.

Walking slowly is like pushing the lake. The water is surging and gushing out. Under the scorching sun, it shines with seven colors, creating a magnificent sight.

This waterfall hidden in Wuliang Mountain is like a magnificent pearl curtain stretching between heaven and earth.

But now, this ingenious pearl curtain was lifted up by Xu Xing's two arms, and then rolled back inch by inch!

In an instant, the three of them had crossed the dozens-foot-high waterfall and were only three feet away from the top of the mountain.

Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi both knew that now was the final moment.

Their vitality was now severely damaged, they were coughing violently, and vomiting blood, but the anger and hatred in their hearts were burning most fiercely.

With their identities, had they ever been beaten in such a completely unreasonable way?

This was not an equal battle at all, because the opponent only used these two long-established heroes as punching bags to vent their excess energy and physical strength!

Therefore, Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi even lost their will to survive. The only thing they thought about was to make this extremely arrogant and insolent madman pay the price!
The change occurred in the last three meters of distance!

Jiumozhi rolled up his tattered red robe, turned over and rushed towards Xu Xing, and shouted loudly, "Mahavairocana's blessing of magic" occurred again.

Just as Zhan Bieye's "Black Light Technique" can draw on the power of darkness to strengthen himself, Jiumozhi can also condense the sunlight between heaven and earth to enhance the killing power of his own moves.

The energy and blood in his body suddenly surged, and his body rose three inches taller. The tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra had been pushed to its peak.

The scars that just appeared due to the forced use of "Mahavairocana's Blessing Divine Transformation" also collapsed, spurting out streams of blood, but Jiumozhi didn't care at all, raised his fist and punched towards Xu Xing's chest.

With a long roar, the fist on the verge of breaking was wrapped in a circle of golden ripples and a puff of red blood mist, like a burning vajra, which was determined to completely subdue Xu Xing, the big demon who should not exist in the world!

This move of his was to combine the ultimate power of the dragon and the elephant, as well as the true meaning of "Mahavairocana", the only one in the three realms, into one punch, and to deliver it in a manner that did not care about his physical strength.

Jiumozhi's will is extremely strong:

Even if he was going to die in the next moment, he would still throw a punch!
At the same time, Yan Zhao also stomped his feet against the mountain wall suddenly, like two nails, piercing deep into the rocks.

After Xu Xing's violent ravages, the mountain wall was already covered with cracks. After being stepped on like this again, it shook violently, as if it was about to collapse completely!
Using this force to steady his body, Yan Zhao endured Xu Xing's blow on his chest and spit out blood, but he still wanted to use his final "Divine Hand Coffin Splitting Move"!
The spilled blood was like adding fuel to the fire, making Yan Zhao's aura suddenly more intense. He rushed towards Xu Xing with a more powerful, fierce and domineering momentum.

Different from Jiumozhi's supreme tantric method, Yan Zhao's martial arts were basically self-created. This was also the way the master of the "Four Evil Outlaws" challenged Zhuge Zhengwo and the Zizai Sect.

He did not pass on his profound and complete unique skills to these four disciples, but taught them according to their aptitude, guiding them step by step to the path that they were best at and most suitable for.

It can even be said that "the divine hand that splits the coffin" is the result of Yan Zhao's martial arts.

This is a palm technique that can increase the power infinitely. As long as Yan Zhao's martial arts realm and martial arts foundation are deepened, the power of "Divine Hand Coffin Splitting" will also increase.

Jiumozhi's boxing and Yan Zhao's palm skills are two completely opposite and opposing extremes in martial arts.

Jiumozhi's "Mahavairocana's Divine Transformation" is extremely powerful. Once it is performed, the power is so strong that even he himself cannot control himself, and there is no possibility of any change of tactics.

Yan Zhao's palm skills are of an extremely perfect kind. This is a martial art that he extracted from his past life experiences after decades of hard training, practice, and fighting. When he displays it himself, it is naturally perfect and has countless changes.

Now, this roundness has a sharper edge, not as sharp as a sword, but as solid as an axe.

Yan Zhao completely regarded himself as a piece of pig iron, and under Xu Xing's forging, he gradually transformed into a mountain-splitting axe!
Obviously, under the heavy pressure given by Xu Xing, these two talented and gifted martial arts geniuses, who are both top in the world, have made extraordinary progress and breakthroughs.

Faced with these two moves, Xu Xing laughed even more happily.

He raised his palms, and his heart beat violently, like an explosion of thunder. The magical skill of "One Thunder, the Whole World Resounds" which served as the main power source was also pushed to the extreme.

It can be clearly seen that Xu Xing's forehead, cheeks, and neck are all bulging with veins, and his skin is blue-green. His originally handsome face, like that of a banished immortal, now looks as hideous as a yaksha or evil spirit.

His whole body of muscles, bones, flesh, and even his forty-eight thousand pores, was shaken with a loud sound like the groan of a giant whale sucking in water.

The loud noise carried a touching and magnificent sentiment, spreading out like a tsunami, and could be heard within a radius of ten miles!
The four arms collide with each other!

There was another loud explosion, and the most masculine, strong, sharp and powerful force was violently stirred. The waterfall that was originally rolling up exploded into thousands of layers of snow and tens of thousands of waves in the air, and came straight down towards the three people.

The half of the rock wall under their feet spread out with countless cracks, and finally broke completely and shattered into pieces, turning into rolling rocks that rushed into the deep pool along the waterfall.

With just one strike, the power that Jiumozhi and Yan Zhao had gathered with great difficulty was completely blown up.

Although the two were not directly blasted into a bloody rain, they were still involuntarily flown high up accompanied by a column of water rushing into the sky, directly passing over the top of the mountain wall and continuing to rise.

At this moment, the clouds and fog dispersed, and the scorching sun jumped out of the sea of ​​clouds, revealing its full appearance, illuminating the earth, shining on the waterfalls, deep pools, and shattered mountain walls.

The most dazzling and the one with the strongest presence among them is naturally Xu Xing, who is at the peak of independence.

The golden sun's fierce light poured down from the sky, as if coating the giant with a circle of golden halo, making him seem as if he had taken away all the light in the world and became the only source of light in the center of heaven and earth.

No matter whether on the mountain or at the foot of the mountain, everyone's eyes involuntarily turned towards the giant standing at the top. Those who were not so skilled in cultivation had an expression of piety on their faces and were about to bow down in worship!

The only exceptions are Jiumozhi and Yan Zhao.

After rising ten feet into the air, the two men regained consciousness from their drowsy state, and were finally able to summon up their internal strength again. They each performed light body skills and fell back to the top of the mountain.

After falling back to the top of the mountain, Yan Zhao took a few steps back, spat out a large mouthful of blood towards the sky, and his face was extremely pale. It was obvious that he had suffered a great loss of vitality and damaged his fundamental essence.

Jiumozhi's entire body was covered with golden cracks, just like a gold-painted Buddha statue that had been shattered and then forcibly pieced together, as if he could die and enter Nirvana at any time.

Xu Xing's body had returned to normal at this time, and the terrifying and oppressive aura was no longer present. He became humble and polite again.

However, in the eyes of Yan Zhao and Jiumozhi, who had seen his "original form", this perfect appearance seemed awkward no matter how they looked at it.

It’s like seeing a demon wearing painted skin with your own eyes, and there’s an indescribable sense of horror.

Xu Xing didn't bother to care what they thought. He rolled up his right hand, and a brilliant light shone from between his eyebrows. He rolled up a light blue spiritual light and injected it into the bodies of the two people through the air.

Yan Zhao's whole body trembled, and he felt a warm and fresh breath rushing in from the top of his head. It instantly flowed through his body and repaired many minor hidden injuries that he usually didn't notice.

Jiumozhi felt that this spiritual light was like the tranquil Buddha light of Tathagata, the King of Treasure Moonlight, which illuminated his entire body clearly.

Even the remaining scorching fire energy from the powerful "Mahavairocana's Blessing Divine Transformation" was completely cleared out.

No, it's not just as simple as clearing it out.

Even the profound Buddhist meaning that came from visualizing the true form of Vairocana Tathagata was shattered by Xu Xing's strong will.

In this world, the true meanings of these so-called gods and Buddhas are the result of the beliefs of all living beings. Naturally, they cannot be stronger than Xu Xing, the real Buddha who walks the world and can truly save all living beings.

Seeing the two of them recover so quickly, even Xu Xing couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Sure enough, having a weak body has its advantages. If he were injured himself, relying on such little spiritual power, it would not even be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

But for warriors like Jiumozhi and Yan Zhao, who have deep internal practice, have been in a spiritual environment for a long time, and are almost completely immersed in the spiritual power of heaven and earth and the internal power they generate, this alone is enough.

The spiritual power extracted from the lake water can be used on them as a high-quality "adhesive" to mend wounds and nourish flesh and blood.

Of course, this is also due to Xu Xing's extraordinary spiritual cultivation.

Apart from him, there are very few people in this world who can extract and condense such pure water light spiritual power.

Moreover, Xu Xing's understanding of the human body is also unique in the world.

Even if there were another strong man who could extract such spiritual power, to achieve the same level of treatment as him, it would take at least ten or a hundred times the energy.

Xu Xing first looked at Jiumozhi.

Before he opened his mouth, the leader of the Tantric sect had already put his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and said sincerely:

"Master Xu is well versed in Buddhism and has the ability to make a stubborn stone nod. His martial arts are even more outstanding. I am willing to serve you and listen to your teachings. I hope you will show me mercy."

In the battle just now, Jiumozhi had already determined that Xu Xing was a living true Buddha who had not only realized the way to become a Buddha in this very life, but also cultivated the true nature that was not contaminated.

Moreover, after Jiumozhi understood his own nature, he recalled Xu Xing's previous words and felt that this Master Xu was a fellow practitioner. Recalling the bet he had just made with Xu Xing, Jiumozhi suddenly had a premonition that perhaps this was not a humiliation, but an opportunity to break through the Zen barrier.

Xu Xing looked at him in surprise, then nodded and smiled with satisfaction:
"It seems that after this battle, the monk has gained some insights, which is a good thing. It would be a waste for someone like you to be obsessed with Buddhism. It would be a good idea for you to study martial arts with me."

——Obsessed with Buddhism?

Hearing these seemingly "treasonous" words, Jiumozhi was instinctively shocked. He raised his head and looked at Xu Xing, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Xu Xing pointed out:
"Those who know that my teachings are like the raft metaphor should not take the Dharma, nor should they take the non-Dharma. Clinging blindly to the so-called true Dharma is another kind of obsession.

Moreover, Buddhism is just a boat to cross the sea of ​​suffering. As long as we can reach the other shore, what does it matter if we use Buddhism, immortal methods or even martial arts?"

Hearing these words, a strange light flashed across Jiumozhi's eyes, as if he had understood something, and his eyes were filled with contemplation.

Seeing that he was trapped again, Xu Xing just shook his head, too lazy to say anything, but looked at Yan Zhao and waved his hand.

"You have fulfilled the promise of one move. Let's end today's matter here."

Yan Zhao looked Xu Xing up and down with an extremely complicated expression, and after a long while he said with emotion:

"It is Zhuge Xiaohua's fortune that someone like you has appeared in the Divine Marquis Mansion."

Xu Xing couldn't help but smile when he thought of the old man who was always profound and majestic, yet easy-going and friendly.

He shook his head and denied it solemnly:
"It is my great fortune to be able to meet the Divine Marquis. Haven't you heard that those who are righteous have many supporters, while those who are unrighteous have few supporters?"

Xu Xing glanced at Yan Zhao's still bent right hand again, thought for a moment, and then said:

"I can't heal your hand in a short time."

In the battle just now, Yan Zhao used his right hand to take at least a dozen direct attacks from Xu Xing.

Even though Xu Xing had shown mercy and his internal strength was quite strong, his right arm was still almost completely rotten.

Not only were the tendons and bones broken and the flesh and blood turned into pulp, but even the bone marrow was shaken and showed signs of necrosis.

For injuries like this, even the most effective panacea would hardly be effective.

Because the warriors in this world possess internal strength, these medicines that contain the spiritual power of heaven and earth will be spontaneously converted into internal strength once they enter the body. If they want to repair injuries, they must also use the medium of "internal strength".

The internal force mixed with the spiritual power of heaven and earth is itself a tool with not very high precision. It is basically impossible to use such a tool to explore the subtle parts of the body.

Therefore, even if one is as skilled as Yan Zhao, facing this kind of injury that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, one can only be prepared to cut off one's arm.

Despite enduring severe pain, Yan Zhao remained almost expressionless.

Although his brows were furrowed, he still smiled, waved his relatively intact left arm, and said frankly:
"It's just an arm. As the price for fighting with a... uh, strong man like Master Xu, I accept it."

Yan Zhao accidentally said what was in his heart. His eyes suddenly became a little wandering and he didn't dare to look at Xu Xing's face.

Fortunately, Xu Xing didn't care much about his address. He just nodded and smiled:
"However, without a right hand, I'm afraid it will hinder my future martial arts."

Yan Zhao wiped his hair with his left hand, revealing his bright eyes, and there was a hint of determination between his brows.

It's like a hunter locking onto his prey.

He looked at Xu Xing, his eyes sharp and bright, and laughed loudly:
"Yan Zhao will remember today's defeat in his heart. Even if I only have one left arm, I will definitely come back to you to verify it again in the future!"

Seeing Yan Zhao's tenacity, Xu Xing raised his head, laughed, and said loudly:
"As expected of Brother Qiao's friend, you are indeed very courageous. However, your arm is not untreatable.

Haven’t you heard that only after a great destruction can a great establishment be achieved? "

As he was talking, a bright light appeared between Xu Xing's eyebrows. Yan Zhao looked at him and was shocked. A boxing secret manual with not too many words, but every word was full of gems, appeared in his mind.

This is a Buddhist method of chanting and marrow cleansing. The nasal sound communicates with the Buddha, and Mani opens the way. Along with the sound of chanting and breathing, it shakes the muscles and bones of the whole body, and then gradually penetrates the bone marrow and activates the medulla.

It also records many taboos.

For example, when reciting scriptures, using the breath to vibrate the internal organs and strengthen the bone marrow, there are clear requirements on where to pause and where to breathe. In addition to this, there are also many secret medicines and secret recipes needed for practice.

As a master in martial arts, although Yan Zhao had never been exposed to such advanced physical training before, he fully realized the preciousness of this inheritance.

He could feel even more that it must be the result of countless people’s sacrifices and research that allowed us to gain such a clear understanding of the human body.

It can be said that this secret book alone embodies the hard work of several or even dozens of generations of people in a sect, and this secret book alone is enough to support an entire sect from scratch.

But why have I never heard of such a sect and such achievements before? !
Yan Zhao raised his head again, his eyes filled with extreme doubt and surprise. His chest rose and fell a few times, and he asked in disbelief:
"Master Xu, you...?"

Xu Xing raised his hand, waved it gently, and said casually:

"It's just a little trick. It's okay if you want to spread it out, but for a warrior who practices internal strength, it's probably difficult to completely complete the practice of 'Marrow Washing'.

However, the 'marrow refining' method alone is enough to activate your root marrow, replace new blood, and rebuild your bones."

Looking at Yan Zhao's shocked face, Xu Xing smiled slightly, looked at him with approval, and encouraged him:
"After you go back, keep practicing. Your 'Divine Hand Coffin Splitting' is already a unique skill in the martial arts world.

However, if the muscles and bones are stronger, combined with the powerful internal force, it should be able to exert a stronger power, and that kind of 'divine hand splitting the coffin' would be interesting. "

After saying this, the handsome young man at the peak of independence laughed again.

That smile was like a ball of fire, crashing into Yan Zhao's heart.

"I'll wait for you to master it, and then I'll challenge you again!"

Xu Xing declared loudly; every word he uttered was like the beating of a war drum, a dull blast, and the sound was like thunder, penetrating his lungs, and every word was sonorous, resisting his blood marrow.

Yan Zhao's chest felt as if it had been hit hard and it heaved violently.

Although he had experienced a lot in his life, he had never seen someone like Xu Xing, who would teach such advanced skills to the enemy just because it was "interesting".

——Aren’t you afraid of making things worse and aiding the enemy?
However, looking at Xu Xing's confident face and feeling his heroic spirit of not fearing challenges or hardships, Yan Zhao suddenly had an epiphany.

He really doesn't care about these details.

Yan Zhao looked at Xu Xing deeply, with a complicated expression in his eyes, including awe, admiration, fear, and even a little envy in the end.

He was silent for a moment, then smiled:
"it is good!"

The loud laughter stopped, Yan Zhao's face became solemn again, and he said in a deep voice:

"Yu Chuntong should have died in your hands. You ruined Ling Luoshi's plan. He is a vengeful person and will definitely not let it go. You have to be careful."

When the three words "Ling Luoshi" were mentioned, even a heroic figure like Yan Zhao looked solemn.

"Oh?"

Xu Xing also became interested in this frightened general and asked with a smile:
"In your opinion, how do I compare to him?"

Yan Zhao hesitated for a moment and said:

"If Ling Luoshi is as I know him to be, and you two meet on a narrow road and fight bravely, you have at least a 70% chance of winning, but..."

At this point, Yan Zhao's voice suddenly became low:

"Ling Luoshi is a very cunning person with a dark and obscure mind. What I saw of him is definitely not the whole picture.

I even suspect that he has secretly mastered the Four Doors Screen Dafa. If so, he must be your greatest enemy.

What's more, his Dalian League and Chaotian Sect are full of experts, and they also have the help of sixteen assassins. If they use all their manpower to plot against you, I'm afraid you will have no peace in the future."

"There will be no peace?"

Xu Xing raised his eyebrows and did not comment on this judgment. However, he was quite interested in the "four-door screen method" mentioned by Yan Zhao.

Xu Xing has never been a person who likes to sit back and wait for his opponents to gather strength to kill him. What he likes to do most is to strike first and achieve success in one battle.

Therefore, Xu Xing made a decision in an instant:

After this matter is over, if the situation in the capital is not too chaotic, I will go and see what kind of person this terrifying general is.

However, this "big boss of the youth series" has already appeared and taken action in the original work, and has even been described in great detail.

In comparison, Xu Xing is more interested in Yan Zhao's master, the mysterious and elusive "number one in the world in right and wrong, success and failure".

He looked at Yan Zhao and said bluntly:

“As for the general, if I have time, I will deal with him first, so there is no need to worry.

In comparison, I would rather meet the master who trained you four great villains."

Seeing Xu Xing mention his master, Yan Zhao was a little unprepared, but after thinking about it carefully, he smiled bitterly and said:

"Not to mention you, even I would like to see him again.

However, the four of us have always suspected that there is at least an 80% chance that Master has another prominent identity that is well-known throughout the world."

Xu Xing frowned and immediately caught the key point:
"With your status and position, you are willing to be ordered around by the general. Is this related to his true identity?"

Yan Zhao nodded silently, then sighed:

"I can't go into details, please forgive me. However, according to our guess, if you still want to help the Divine Marquis Mansion, sooner or later, you will face him."

After saying this, Yan Zhao didn't say much. He tore his tattered robe into pieces, jumped off the cliff, plunged into the pool, and went away with his thirty-one confidantes.

Their battle ended, and Duan Yu, who was covered in wounds, finally killed the Seven Deadly Swords one by one.

Luo Shuiming, who had the highest and deepest cultivation, finally opened his bright, transparent and clear eyes after the other six fellow apprentices were killed in the battle. He used his feet as swords and kicked towards Duan Yu.

Duan Yu also gathered his sword energy in his arm and passed by Luo Shui.

The two men's figures were intertwined, standing back to back about a meter apart.

Luo's trachea was severed while he was sleeping, and his neck was filled with blood. He looked up at the sky, wanting to say something, but he was too weak to utter a word. He leaned back and fell to the ground, without making any sound.

Duan Yu's body swayed, and blood spurted out of his body. The Iron Hand who had been watching the battle the whole time and was ready to lend a hand at any time immediately rushed forward and caught his body.

At this time, Xu Xing also led Jiumozhi and floated down from the mountain wall. With the landing of the two of them, it also symbolized that the battle for inheritance in the depths of Wuliang Mountain finally came to an end.

After the First World War, the originally beautiful waterfall valley was now in ruins, with broken and shaking mountain walls, potholes all over the ground, and the deep green pool water becoming extremely turbid due to the influx of earth and rocks.

Su Xinghe looked at the place where he had lived for thirty years, which had suddenly become like this, and couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.

Xu Xing picked up Ding Chunqiu's head, gave an order to everyone, and then entered the waterfall cave again. Due to the fierce battle, this passage also showed cracks.

Fortunately, although Wuyazi had no internal strength, he could still drive the spiritual power contained in the Beiming Atlas, so he could still sit in the cave as usual.

He was even able to feel everything happening outside the cave through the divine will and thoughts that permeated the heaven and earth.

After noticing Xu Xing's inhuman fighting style, the old leader of the Xiaoyao Sect had a strange look on his face and was hesitant to speak for many times. In the end, he was relieved.

Seeing Xu Xing walking in with Ding Chunqiu's head, Wuyazi looked at the face that he had been thinking about day and night for a long time, and many complex expressions flashed across his face.

Thinking back on the past, Wuyazi found that he did not feel much joy at all, and instead felt a sense of disappointment in his heart.

Finally, the old leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, who viewed life as a big dream, sighed deeply and calmed down with a serene look:
"Junior brother, thank you for your hard work."

(End of this chapter)