From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 85: I come to accept gifts. The gift may be small but the sentiment is great. All I want is your heads! (8800)

Looking at the chariot gradually approaching the dangerous city, the general's eyes were dark and unclear.

He suddenly turned his head and rubbed his bald head vigorously. His face was bulging with flesh, his big copper bell eyes were bloodshot, and he asked word by word:
"Have I killed too few people over the years?"

When the general was furious, he shouted loudly, shocking several geniuses around him into idiots.

When he was furious, he bit off his favorite concubine's hands which were holding food in front of him.

But no one had ever seen the general with such an expression, and no one had ever felt such anger from him.

It was more than just anger and rage.

It is a kind of rage that goes from head to toe, from the skin and flesh to the lungs, rushing up to the sky, and seeping into the bone marrow.

——He is so angry that he is going crazy!
The general, when he is not crazy, is enough to make people all over the world fear and terrify him. So what will he look like when he goes crazy?
No one present had an answer.

They also don't want to witness this "answer" with their own eyes.

They don’t want to experience this “answer” themselves!
A bright yellow halo gradually rose on the general's face, like the color of warm jade, making him look like a statue sitting in a shrine, absorbing incense.

He suddenly smiled, and the bright yellow halo became more intense, making that murderous face look kind and even amiable.

The general's tone also became gentle, like a truly respected elder in the martial arts world. He waved his hand and said softly:

"Let's go. Since they are here to pay their respects, we should follow the rules of the martial arts world and not lose our manners."

Looking at the general like this, Zhui Ming felt that his heartstrings were completely tense.

He secretly went to see Xiao Jianseng, but saw that this handsome young man, who had always been tough and unafraid of strong enemies, also had an obvious look of fear in his eyes.

The two of them exchanged glances from a distance, and saw similar fighting spirit and fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

Even - the determination to die!
As the general was descending the mountain, disciples from Chaotian Villa also came from all directions, holding white lanterns.

In the dark night, the warm white lights gathered together, forming an endless ocean of light, reflecting the bright moonlight. It was so beautiful that it seemed as if this place was no longer the human world.

The only drawback is that the white light is too cold. It doesn't look like clear and pure moonlight, but rather like a pile of white bones, giving people an extremely desolate and creepy feeling.

When the general's men lit up the white lanterns, a field of red lanterns like a prairie fire also lit up outside the dangerous city.

The flaming red and the eerie white complement each other, almost dispelling the darkness within a radius of ten miles, making the place as bright as day.

The soldiers under Yu Yibian also lit up their lanterns.

Outside the dangerous city is a barren mountain range named "Luoshanji", where "Da Dao Chao Tian" and Yu Yibian are stationed.

Yu Yibian was very strict in controlling his subordinates and had strict rules. Therefore, even though it was already late at night, the soldiers responsible for guarding the place did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Seeing a carriage approaching in the distance, they immediately blew the horn, and saw more than a thousand soldiers armed with swords, spears, halberds, strong bows and crossbows, and holding red lanterns, lined up in front.

In front of "Luoshanji" was a low earthen slope. Now the soldiers in the camp rushed out and immediately filled it up completely.

The red lanterns are blazing brightly, shooting up into the sky like a blazing sea of ​​fire.

The lights shone on the soldiers' armor, swords and guns, creating a cold glow.

Soon, the chariot arrived in front of the army.

The people of the Xiaoyao Sect had no intention of avoiding, and they actually rushed straight towards the army of a thousand people, slowly and steadily.

When the two were only five or six feet apart, someone in the army shouted loudly:
"The area ahead is a military camp. Stop right ahead. If you dare to trespass, you will be killed without mercy!"

"Ok?"

One of the young Taoists suddenly opened his eyes, his sharp eyes gleaming with brilliance.

Even though they were far away, the man who was shouting felt a pain in his eyes, as if he was stabbed by a sword in mid-air, and he took several steps back.

Jiumozhi said calmly:

"Since the general doesn't follow the rules of the underworld, we have no choice but to offend him."

With these words, he had already activated the Tantric mantra, utilizing his mental power, inner strength, the vast energy and blood of the tenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Paramita, and the results of his recently cultivated body-refining method.

With each word uttered, the breath flowed through the whole body, the bones vibrated as if fifty huge bells were struck by copper cones, and the membranes oscillated as if a hundred cowhide war drums were beaten by the gods.

Although this sound came from Jiumozhi's mouth, it exploded ten feet in front of him, merging into a continuous thunderous sound that shook the sky and the earth, and was unstoppable.

The more than a thousand soldiers did not expect Jiumozhi to have such magical powers. At least half of them covered their ears and fell to the ground.

Among the remaining half, 50% were frightened by the Vajra-subduing demon-killing power in the thunder sound. Their brains went blank and they could no longer think.

It was like a real transparent sound wave spreading out, like the tide of a river, the smoke and dust on the earth slope were surging, and the red lanterns were bursting one after another, flames splashing out and then extinguished in an instant.

With Jiumozhi's command, nearly 80% of the more than 1,000 soldiers lost their combat effectiveness.

The originally gorgeous and colorful sea of ​​fire suddenly became just a few patches in the east and west, looking particularly lonely and desolate.

The general and others also left the city gate and clearly heard Jiumozhi's voice.

Starting from him, almost everyone's expression suddenly changed.

Although they had just seen that the red-robed lama driving the car must be an expert, they had never imagined that once he opened his mouth, his power would be so fierce.

One ride is worth a thousand!
All the masters present thought of this word in their minds at the same time.

Even in this martial arts world filled with extraordinary people and extraordinary skills, "One Kick to a Thousand" can be regarded as the benchmark of a true master.

For example, Yan Zhao, the "God's Hand that Splits the Coffin", and Zhang Sanba, the "Heavenly Secret Dragon Head", all had relevant battle records.

But facing a thousand enemies at the same time places extremely high demands on the physical, internal and mental strength of an expert. Even if one can do it, he will have to go through a desperate struggle and bloody fighting.

But what about Jiumozhi?
He just let out a loud roar and knocked over eight hundred people.

These eight hundred people are not ordinary people, but soldiers trained by Yu Yibian himself, and they all have excellent internal strength!

This is not a one-man show.

But one strike breaks a thousand!
In everyone's mind, apart from those legendary masters who have no idea of ​​their own depth, there is only...

For a moment, countless eyes, both open and covert, were looking at the general's egg-like head.

Yang Jian even stepped closer to the general and whispered:

"General, this is the person who just delivered the message!"

The general's eyes were deep, without showing any fierce expression. He just nodded and commented calmly:

"Pretending."

Not only the people around the general were horrified, but even Duan Yu and Tie Shou behind Jiumozhi were shocked by the monk's methods.

They all knew that during these twenty days, Jiumozhi, who already had a solid foundation in the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra", made rapid progress in his physical training after coming into contact with Xu Xing's body-building method.

But I didn't expect that he had quietly progressed to such a level.

This great monk has indeed made great progress after combining the "body refining method" with the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu". In terms of pure strength and blood, he is already close to the "indestructible" level.

If combined with his original telekinesis, internal strength, and the newly comprehended "Mahavairocana's blessing magic", his combat power would be at least twice as strong as before.

The reason Jiumozhi had just shocked eight hundred soldiers was because he had concentrated his mind and integrated his several martial arts achievements into one, which allowed him to unleash such powerful power.

But this burst of all-out force allowed the general to see his strengths and weaknesses clearly.

The general knew even better that this kind of outburst was completely meaningless in actual combat.

Because Jiumozhi could not control this level of force, and his opponent was not eight hundred soldiers who would fall down at the slightest shock.

In fact, this idea sounds simple, but under the strong sense of oppression brought by Jiumozhi, there are very few people who can calm down and think.

After all, the four words "one strike defeats a thousand" are really too shocking.

Moreover, even so, among the group of masters under the general, there is not a single one who can reach the level of Jiumozhi.

After understanding this, the general not only did not feel the slightest bit of joy in his heart, but instead became even more alert and calm.

Because of a very simple fact.

——The mysterious person who can make such an expert drive has not yet truly revealed his skills.

Xu Xing looked at Jiumozhi's back and shook his head slightly.

He knew that this monk still couldn't change his nature of showing off.

Once you have mastered unique martial arts, you must show it off. Even if you know that using it will expose your true strength, you still can't help but use it to test your strength.

Thinking of this, Xu Xing smiled understandingly and ignored him.

After all, I have myself to back myself up, so just let him go.

I think the monk must have been stuck in such a cold and bitter place like Tubo for too long.

It is really hard to feel like you want to show off your prowess in public but can't find any audience members who understand you.

After a loud shout, the people from the Xiaoyao Sect slowly passed through the separated sea of ​​fire.

Although some soldiers wanted to take action during this period, they were easily subdued by the more than 30 guardian "spiritual officers".

Although these people were all disciples of Jiumozhi, they were actually real elites from various branches of Tantric Buddhism who were committed to reforming the old system.

It’s just that in the battle of Wuliang Mountain, there were too many masters participating, which made it difficult for these Tantric elites to perform.

Only through today's battle can they show their power of "one against a hundred".

This is why Jiumozhi suggested bringing this group of people along.

With their strength, even though it is difficult for them to participate in a real battle between the strong, they are still quite capable of handling some ordinary troops.

After the chariot had completely passed through the army formation, the general also led more than a thousand disciples of Chaotian Villa to the "Three and a Half Terraces" on the "Luoshanji".

Behind the slope of "Luoshanji" there is a towering cliff.

"Sanfenbantai" is a huge rock on the cliff, with only six and a half points on the cliff, and the remaining three and a half points hanging in the air on the edge of the cliff, hence the name "Sanfenbantai".

There are several huge trees growing on the rocks, but unfortunately they are almost all dead, leaving only dry and cracked trunks and a patch of shriveled and snake-like winding vines.

The general looked down at the Xiaoyao Sect members without saying a word. Su Huagong, who understood his intention, stepped forward and said with a long smile:
"Your Excellency sent a letter of worship in the name of Xiaoyao Sect, but all of your disciples are from the Tantric sect. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"shame?"

Duan Yu, who was sitting behind Jiumozhi, raised his head and looked up at the people on the rock. He chuckled and said loudly:
"You ignorant rats, haven't you heard of the name of my Xiaoyao Sect's Beiming Divine Art? The sea does not refuse even a drop of water, so it can become big. If you are like you, blindly excluding those who are different from you and arrogant, how can you achieve anything!"

After hearing these words, Tie Shou and Jiumozhi turned their heads inconspicuously and glanced at Duan Yu, somewhat surprised.

But seeing that the young man had a rosy face and was in high spirits, the two of them suddenly had an epiphany.

Duan Yu was born into a royal family and was taught by Master Lancan. He was well-read and very good at writing.

It’s just that no one had been able to compete with him in this area of ​​the battlefield before, so now that he had the opportunity to showcase his talents, he was naturally extremely excited.

However, after spending a long time with a pure warmonger like Xu Xing and experiencing the Wuliang Mountain Incident, Duan Yu's temperament has changed a little.

After saying this, he stood up from the frame, raised his eyebrows, and said confidently:
"You are not worthy of seeing the true unique skills of my Xiaoyao Sect!"

In order to make this trip more formal, Duan Yu and Tie Shou both changed into white Taoist robes.

Now, when the young man stood up, the night wind rustled, blowing his white robe backwards, giving him a graceful and elegant look.

When Zhui Ming and Xiao Jianseng saw this, they secretly praised in their hearts:
What a good young man.

However, looking at Duan Yu's back and feeling the aura he exuded, Xiao Xing, who had remained motionless and sat quietly in the carriage, couldn't help but look strange.

Although he had never seen such a spirited look on anyone before, he somehow felt it was extremely familiar.

Xu Xing had a guess in his mind:
Are you imitating me, kid?

Xu Xing’s guess was indeed correct.

In the past twenty days or so, Duan Yu, Tie Shou and Jiumozhi have all been in the Langhuan Blessed Land, studying martial arts with Xu Xing and exchanging martial arts experiences.

During this period of time, the prince of Dali was completely conquered by Xu Xing's imaginative ideas and his indescribably rich martial arts reserves.

In Duan Yu's eyes, great heroes like his senior brother and Boss Qiao are undoubtedly heroic figures with awe-inspiring spirit.

But in terms of elegance and knowledge, he is far inferior to Xu Xing.

As he himself was a young man who paid great attention to his appearance, he would naturally and unconsciously move closer to the "perfect body" in his mind.

However, after hearing Duan Yu's provocation, before Su Hua Gong could say anything, someone had already lost control of their anger and wanted to make this ignorant kid bleed to death on the spot to make up for his insult to the general.

"What a big breath!"

Amid roars, four figures leaped up from behind the general, ready to jump off the cliff, which was about twenty feet high, and launch an attack on the carriage.

These four people are none other than the sixth general under the command of the great general, "Thunder General" Lei Bao; the seventh general, "Beheading General" Mo Fu Da; the eighth general, "Shadow General" Sha Gang; and the ninth general, "Golden Armor General" Shi Gang.

These four people were able to hold such high positions under the general, so they were naturally very familiar with the temperament of their master. They knew that he was extremely angry at this moment, and if they could not vent their anger immediately, those around them would surely suffer.

Jiumozhi has already revealed his methods. No matter how brave the four men are, they dare not provoke the red-robed Lama first. And Duan Yu, who seems to be a fledgling, has undoubtedly become the best target.

If Jiumozhi and others came to his rescue, he could retreat safely, or at least make the newcomers lose face!

The four of them didn't need to communicate, as they had already reached the same conclusion.

With their skills, the 20-zhang cliff was not much of an obstacle. Although they were always on the alert for Jiumozhi's attack, they still jumped down 15 zhang in a flash. In the last 5 zhang, the four of them had already shown their own methods. Thunderstorm's lightning, Mo Fuda's giant axe, Shagang's green sand palm, and Shigang's golden armor fist attacked Duan Yu from four directions.

None of these four men is weaker than Lei Hen, the fourth master of the Liufenban Hall. If it were the previous Duan Yu, even if he could deal with the combined attack of these four men, he would still have to work hard.

But now, he just smiled confidently and fluttered his long sleeves.

The moonlight is just right tonight, clear and bright, and the lights on the cliff are connected together.

Duan Yu's flick of his sleeves was like strolling in a lantern fair during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he felt relaxed and even a little excited about "fun".

The murderous intent of the four generals all faded away in this kind of "fun". They saw the large sleeves of the white robe fluttering away like a thick and dense cloud of smoke.

A bright light appeared in the thick clouds, and instantly stretched into a sword light as agile as a dragon, rushing head-on towards the four generals.

The four of them didn't even have time to react before they were taken back by an extremely powerful force. Then another powerful palm force came from nowhere and hit the dragon-like sword light.

The man who attacked was of particularly large build, wearing a long robe with ancient sleeves. He was none other than Master Shang, one of the general's "three friends".

From the beginning, he knew that the attack of the four generals would not achieve any results, and he was ready to lend a helping hand.

The bright white sword light emitted an extremely harsh metallic vibration during this collision, but it did not completely disappear. Instead, it exploded into six thin sword auras.

The sword threads shot through the air like lightning, crisscrossing in all directions, continuing to chase.

Although Master Shang knew that this young man had extraordinary skills, he did not expect that the sword energy could change in this way. He thought it was not good, but he had no time to change his tactics.

Fortunately, another colorful bowl flew across the sky, drawing a perfect circle and completely enclosing the six sword threads.

Amid the deafening clanging sounds of metal, it returned to the hands of its master, Yang Jian from the underworld.

Yang Jian looked down and saw that there were six deep dents on his beloved magic weapon, and the whole body was covered with fine lines, almost falling apart.

Swordsmen in the world, as long as they have practiced to a certain level, will know how to condense sword energy. Some sword energy is majestic and can overwhelm the opponent with force, while others are delicate and can break through the opponent with a single point.

However, there are only a handful of people in the world who can regenerate and transform themselves after the sword energy leaves the body, as Duan Yu can.

What's more, even though his sword energy was as thin as a woman's black hair, it was still sharp and strong, as if it were real.

This kind of swordsmanship is truly terrifying.

But what is more terrifying than his swordsmanship is his inner strength.

To refine such a sword thread, one must expend a large amount of internal energy. Even if there is only one strand, it is enough to consume more than ten years of hard work for an ordinary swordsman.

But when Duan Yu made a move, he was able to directly control all six of them, and used them with such ease.

Those who were slightly more knowledgeable in the field had already thought of a sword technique that was famous all over the world:

Innate body-breaking invisible sword energy!

However, the reason why Guan Qisheng was able to use this unique sword skill to perfection was largely due to his extremely strong "Qi Jue of the Great River and North and South".

Then what can this young man, who is barely 20 years old, rely on? !

Anyone who knows a little about the Xiaoyao Sect would think of that peerless magical skill that is enough to compete with the Zizai Sect's "consistent magical skill" for the title of "the most powerful internal force in the world."

——The Divine Art of the North Sea!
The martial arts used by Duan Yu was exactly the "Northern Divine Art" adapted by Xu Xing.

Although he did not practice internal strength specifically, when it comes to his understanding of this power, ninety-nine percent of the masters in this world cannot match him.

According to Duan Yu's physique, Xu Xing combined the idea of ​​"Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu" to use internal force to nourish Qi and blood, and designed a Qi circulation route specifically for him.

Although this modified version of "Northern Divine Art" cannot completely rebuild the body like Xu Xing, it can also use internal force to subtly change the physique.

After all, he has strong enough mental power to directly control his body, but Duan Yu still needs the medium of "internal force" to indirectly strengthen his body.

But the transformation process is a bit painful.

The word "slightly" is of course referring to Xu Xing.

In Duan Yu's view, it was like throwing himself into the eighteen levels of hell, experiencing all kinds of inhuman torture and torment.

In the process of practicing the new version of "Northern Divine Art", Duan Yu felt that the existence called "pain" filled his whole body every day, and he could not accommodate anything else.

Regret, cowardice, and fear are all shattered by this purest pain, and in the end, even pain itself is torn apart by pain.

So, pain is no longer pain, but Duan Yu's will.

After experiencing the incident at Tianlong Temple and the battle at Wuliang Mountain, Duan Yu was unwilling to endure the humiliation of having his home invaded by a powerful enemy.

He didn't want to see his elders giving and sacrificing for him anymore.

He no longer regretted, no longer flinched, no longer feared; since he had chosen this path, he was determined to see it through to the end.

It can be said that during these twenty days, Duan Yu not only underwent a literal transformation, but also a complete transformation on the spiritual level.

However, looking at Xu Xing, who created this kind of Duan Yu, Tie Shou was hesitant to speak many times.

Even Jiumozhi, who was used to the Tantric initiation method, looked at Xu Xing's methods with a strange look on his face, and was more inspired by this.

Their Tantric initiations and baptisms are mostly based on the spiritual level, while Xu Xing's methods are completely rooted in the physical body.

Xu Xing gave an explanation to Jiumozhi's question without hesitation. In his opinion, the mind is a prison of the body, and the body is also a prison of the mind.
The two had an in-depth discussion on the big topic of "form and spirit structure".

Tie Shou broke out in a cold sweat as he listened to this. He felt that Xiao Duan had completely become the experimental subject of this "crazy" man.

Fortunately, Duan Yu himself didn't take it seriously.

Now, this divine sword forged by Xu Xing himself has finally shown its edge on the battlefield!
Seeing Master Shang and Yang Jian attacking, Duan Yu did not try to pursue them. He just withdrew his hands, turned his head, and sighed to Xu Xing in the carriage:
"Master, I am a disciple of little talent and learning, and I have not yet accomplished my full potential. Please punish me."

That look of regret and remorse is really infuriating.

Xu Xing was speechless, feeling that this boy was really too immersed in the role.

As soon as Duan Yu finished speaking, three of the four generals who were full of energy just now had bloody holes in their chests and fell to the ground, their lives gone.

Only General Shigang in golden armor did not die on the spot because of his strong physique. He also breathed in more than he exhaled, and it was obvious that he was doomed.

Master Shang then noticed that four small holes had appeared on his sleeves at some point, and the four generals were already dead from the moment they were rescued.

Seeing the four men die tragically on the spot, everyone from the general down were shocked.

They could never have imagined that such a young and handsome boy, who was under the banner of the Xiaoyao Sect, could be so unscrupulous in his actions.

He actually dared to kill someone in front of the general!
At this moment, the same feeling emerged in everyone's heart:
Are they the right path or are we the right path?
Those old men who had followed Ling Luoshi for a long time all knew one thing: although this terrifying general killed people indiscriminately and with ruthless methods, he always did so carefully and never left any traces.

How could they be like this group of people who started killing without even saying hello?

Is this a righteous person or a bandit?
Although they were confused, these masters were all ruthless fighters who had experienced hundreds of battles and had blood on their hands. They did not waste any time for their colleagues who died in battle, but immediately prepared to attack with all their strength.

As soon as the general gives the order, these masters, thugs and strong men will rush forward and kill this group of daring and unscrupulous lunatics on the spot.

Everyone was waiting for that order.

The general's order!
Faced with the momentum of more than a thousand masters on the cliff, even the thirty or so Tantric masters whose hearts were as hard as iron and who could enter a state of concentration and meditate on the gods and Buddhas anytime and anywhere felt their souls turbulent and it was difficult for them to maintain their state of mind.

After all, the so-called gods and Buddhas are nothing but illusory fantasies, but these more than a thousand masters are right in front of us.

These more than one thousand masters are not ordinary soldiers, but martial arts masters trained by the general himself or recruited from various places. They can be said to be as powerful as clouds.

The white lanterns in their hands are also a kind of magical weapon, which can form a "stealth formation". If placed on the battlefield, it will be a terrifying army that can destroy cities and even cause the destruction of a small country.

These tantric masters even felt that they had fallen into the realm of hungry ghosts. Countless hungry evil ghosts were about to crawl out of hell to skin them and devour them.

The general's aura also blended into these masters. He stepped onto the "three and a half points platform" and looked down at Xu Xing and others.

Although he did not make any expression, everyone who looked at him felt an indescribable force crushing down from the cliff.

It was like a towering peak that suddenly collapsed and turned into thousands of boulders that fell down.

Even if no real action has been taken yet, the spiritual shock that has condensed into substance has begun to affect reality.

The place where the Xiaoyao Sect members were standing suddenly sank half an inch, and smoke and dust filled the air.

The thirty-odd spiritual officials groaned, and the shadows of Vajra King and other Buddhas and Bodhisattvas seemed to appear behind them.

A sun disk lit up between Jiumozhi's eyebrows, coating these phantoms with gold and forming an eight-petal lotus platform of fundamental perfection, turning the small space into a mandala Buddhist kingdom, and even faintly heard the sound of heavenly dragons chanting.

Tie Shou also stood up, pressed a palm against Jiumozhi's back, and injected all of his powerful and almost vast internal energy into it.

In order to "maintain his magical powers consistently", Tie Shou once used Buddhist methods to visualize the statues of the Eight Hundred Arhats and the murals of the Flying Hercules in an old building.

Therefore, when he made this move, he immediately cooperated perfectly with Jiumozhi and resisted the pressure brought by the general.

After all, during these twenty days, not only Jiumozhi and Duan Yu had undergone a complete transformation.

Tie Shou had come into contact with Xu Xing's body-refining method when he was in the Shenhou Mansion. After coming to the Langhuan Blessed Land, he was the only one who perfectly inherited Xu Xing's body-refining version of the Beiming Divine Art.

With Tie Shou's tenacious character, he does not need to go through the same reshaping as Duan Yu. The physical pain alone is not enough to shake this iron-like man.

Therefore, his progress in practicing the "Northern Sea Body Refining Technique" is even faster than Duan Yu's. In terms of physique alone, he has already broken through the limit of the "Four Refinings" and is gradually entering the realm of a grandmaster.

This is also the unique advantage of warriors with internal strength.

In order to exercise their skin, flesh, bones, internal organs, the warriors of the Ming Dynasty needed to use a variety of methods.

But Tie Shou and others only need to use internal force to stimulate the corresponding parts to achieve the same or even better results.

Of course, this process is full of dangers, so the warriors of this world will not try it easily.

However, under the guidance of Xu Xing, a master of body training, there would naturally be no problems in everyone's practice.

That is why they were able to make such great progress in just twenty days.

Seeing how well the two of them cooperated, a strange look flashed across the general's face. He spoke in a deep voice, using the power of ten thousand troops:

"Since you've sent me a visiting card, why don't you just state your purpose directly?"

With every word the general uttered, the white lanterns in the hands of the crowd began to sway.

It was as if an invisible storm swept across the ocean of white light, causing the originally calm sea surface to immediately surge into thousands of waves.

The eight lotus leaves of the eight-petal lotus pedestal also trembled together, revealing fine cracks.

Speaking of the word "tie", the entire lotus platform could no longer be maintained, and Jiumozhi and Tieshou's expressions became extremely solemn.

Although they all knew that the general's strength was unfathomable, they did not expect that he could be so powerful!

Duan Yu was not familiar with Buddhist martial arts, so it was difficult for him to join in. He could only rely on his sword skills to hold on, and it was quite difficult for him to stand.

At this moment, a perfect bright light that was invisible to the naked eye but could be clearly felt by everyone lit up from the carriage.

It was as if the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who had vowed to save all ghosts and not attain Buddhahood until hell was empty, had appeared. Wherever the bright light passed, all murderous aura, murderous intent, and murderous thoughts were eliminated and transformed into gentle auspicious light.

Then, a loud laugh that was totally inconsistent with the auspicious light rang out from the carriage, filled with a burning feeling that made people's hearts surge and their blood boil, and resounded through the sky.

"it is good!"

This open and low hillside seemed to have turned into an empty and narrow valley with constant echoes.

"What a Ling Luoshi!"

As soon as the word "good" was uttered, the luxurious chariot exploded completely. Amidst the debris, a man in a green shirt rose into the sky with his sleeves fluttering, like two clear green wings fighting against the sky!
The twenty-meter cliff flashed by and appeared again in front of the general.

From the wide sleeves of the green robe emerged a hand as smooth as porcelain, with delicate and flawless skin and slender fingers.

The general's eyes bulged out, and he raised his arm horizontally, with his entire arm emitting a golden glow.

In today's world, among the masters who specialize in boxing and palm techniques, no one's hands can be as fierce and brutal as those of the general.

Even the hand of Iron Hand won’t work.

However, even the unrivaled and unparalleled "General's Order" could not shake the green-clothed man's hand, which looked like it was carved from fine mutton-fat jade!

——Even being beaten back!

With a loud bang, the general's body moved horizontally five or six feet on the "three and a half feet platform", and wherever he passed, there were continuous explosions.

It was as if hundreds of kilograms of gunpowder from Jiangnan Pili Hall were buried underground, and it was not completely detonated until this moment. The earth and rocks collapsed and flew everywhere, and even the dozen or so dead trees collapsed bit by bit.

The entire huge "three and a half-meter platform" shook violently in this collision, cracking into countless fine lines and almost shattered.

The experts beside the general almost immediately wanted to help him stabilize his body. Su Hua Gong acted the fastest, followed by Yang Jian and others.

These dozen or so top martial arts masters attacked at the same time, their internal energy surged and formed a solid iron wall. But even so, they were still unable to withstand such a strong force and were knocked away.

The surrounding disciples of Chaotian Villa who were not originally within the attack range were instead swept away by their internal strength and fell one after another.

The "Qianxiang Formation" that was originally lined up in an orderly manner was immediately hit with an obvious gap.

There were also many white lanterns around the gap, which were completely crushed by the surging wind and fierce air waves brought up by this palm.

Xu Xing retracted his hand, looked at the masters who were ready to fight as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and felt the fighting spirit and murderous intent in the air, and said with satisfaction:
"The general is indeed not bad enough to be able to take my blow. He is qualified to be the sacrifice for the founding ceremony of Xiaoyao Sect!"

The sleeves of the man in green robe fluttered in the wind, his feet stood on the cliff, a cold jade plate hung above his head, shining brightly, and he looked otherworldly, like an immortal crane that feeds on clouds and drinks dew, untouched by the worldly dust.

He smiled and said:

"Today, Xiaoyao Sect is reopening its gates. We sincerely invite you all to participate in our sect's founding ceremony. As for the accompanying gifts..."

Xu Xing raised his sleeves, swept them lightly, and announced calmly:
"The gift is small but the sentiment is great. All I want is your heads!"

(End of this chapter)