Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Pukong Divine Monk heard this and said:

"So I really screamed?"

“Go ahead and call out!” Zhang Xiaofan said.

Seeing this, the monk Pukong, in order to save his life, immediately gathered his breath and unleashed the full power of the Buddhist supernatural ability, Lion's Roar:

"Peptide!"

The deafening sound shattered the entire meditation room and reverberated in all directions.

However, a sudden flash of black light appeared above the meditation room, and the sound waves could no longer penetrate it even slightly.

Upon seeing this, the monk Pukong panicked completely, his face filled with alarm as he said:

"You...what did you do?"

Zhang Xiaofan pointed to the Yin-Yang Mirror above and said:

"Are you stupid? Such a huge Yin-Yang Mirror, and such a huge barrier around it, didn't you see it? It seems that your old and dim eyes are useless now."

After saying that, Zhang Xiaofan slowly walked towards the monk Pukong.

As the monk Pukong watched Zhang Xiaofan approach step by step, he seemed to be seeing the most terrifying primordial beast in the world, and exclaimed in horror:
"You...don't come over!"

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the astonished monk Pukong and said:

"I remember clearly the look in your eyes when you killed Dao Ren during the day. Don't worry, once I capture you and bring you back to the Ghost King Sect, someone will treat you well."

"What?! The Ghost King Sect has been captured?" Monk Pukong exclaimed in shock, his face filled with horror.

The Demonic Sect has far too many torturous punishments; if it were to fall into the hands of the Ghost King Sect...

Given the hatred between him and the Ghost King, it's likely that death would be worse than death, and even death would be a luxury.

Thinking of this, the monk Pukong immediately summoned the Floating Golden Bowl.

With a single hand gesture, the Golden Pagoda Bowl shone brightly, instantly growing to a size of ten feet, and slammed down on Zhang Xiaofan with the force of a mountain.

Facing the magnificent golden alms bowl, which could topple mountains and collapse, Zhang Xiaofan extended a finger and gently touched it.

The next moment, a flash of lightning struck, and the golden alms bowl shattered, turning into countless fragments scattered all over the ground.

Seeing this scene, the monk Pukong said in disbelief:
"Heavens... Heavenly Punishment Thunder, how could you possibly possess Heavenly Punishment Thunder?"

However, he said this only to mislead Zhang Xiaofan, because he knew that Zhang Xiaofan could shatter the golden alms bowl that had been with him for hundreds of years with a single finger.

So, he can't escape today, no matter how hard he tries.

Thinking of the terrible consequences of being captured and taken back to the Ghost King Sect, the monk Pukong unleashed a burst of golden light and slammed his hand down hard on the bald man.

Rather than living a life-or-death struggle within the Ghost King Sect, I'd rather choose death!
Just as the golden, radiant hand was within inches of the bald man, a large hand tightly grasped the hand of the monk Pude.

The large hand that was about to strike the bald man froze instantly.

The monk Pukong, looking at Zhang Xiaofan who was so close, suddenly changed his stern expression and pleaded:
"Zhang Xiaofan, I'm kneeling before you. I'm not begging you to let me go, I'm just begging you to let me die."

"Kneel down!"

After Zhang Xiaofan finished speaking, he released Pu Kong's hand.

Upon seeing this, Pu Kong immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times to Zhang Xiaofan.

After kowtowing, he slapped the bald man.

"Crack!"

"what……"

A flash of blood appeared, and a severed hand fell to the ground, followed by a painful scream.

However, the monk Pukong's screams lasted only a moment before he immediately stopped, his face contorted in pain. He glared at Zhang Xiaofan and said:
"Didn't you promise me that you'd let me commit suicide after I knelt down?"

"Is there?" Zhang Xiaofan looked down at the monk Pukong and asked.

"I only said kneel down, I didn't say I agreed. You're just being delusional."

“You…” Monk Pukong pointed angrily at Zhang Xiaofan with his left hand, then suddenly changed his expression and said pitifully, “Nephew Zhang, you are my senior brother Puzhi’s only successor. In fact, I am your uncle.”

"Considering this relationship, just let me kill myself!"

"Heh!" Zhang Xiaofan chuckled coldly twice and said in a chilling tone:

"It's better not to mention this, because it makes me furious. Puzhi slaughtered the entire Caomiao Village, this is an irreconcilable hatred."

At this point, Zhang Xiaofan slashed with two fingers!
"puff!"

"what!"

One of the monk Pukong's ears fell off, and he covered his ear with one hand, letting out a painful scream.

Then, Zhang Xiaofan placed a finger on the chest of the monk Pukong, sealing his magical power. He then grabbed the monk's shoulder and carried him away into the night.

At the same time, the Yin-Yang Mirror above flashed and flew towards Zhang Xiaofan, disappearing into his body.

At the foot of Mount Sumeru!

Jin Ping'er sat on a tree branch, gazing at Mount Sumeru.

Suddenly, Jin Ping'er's face lit up with joy. She saw a blurry figure swiftly descend from Mount Sumeru and arrive in front of her in no time.

Jin Ping'er first glanced at Zhang Xiaofan and found that he had no injuries whatsoever, which completely relieved her anxiety.

Although Zhang Xiaofan has reached Taiqing, this is one of the three major righteous sects.

Jin Ping'er was very worried that Zhang Xiaofan would be discovered and subsequently be surrounded and killed by the entire Tianyin Temple.

Then, Jin Ping'er examined the Pukong Divine Monk in Zhang Xiaofan's hand, noticing that his right palm was missing, his right ear was gone, and it was covered in blood. She coldly said:

"Bald monk Pukong, although you are a member of the righteous path, you have acted tyrannically for hundreds of years, even more despicable than the demonic sect, indiscriminately killing innocent people. I never thought you would have such a day!"

The monk Pukong glared fiercely at Jin Ping'er and said angrily:

“The evil cultists are people everyone should kill. I am killing them simply to rid the people of a scourge.”

“Even if they haven’t committed murder before, it doesn’t mean they won’t commit murder in the future. By killing them, I’m preventing other people from dying at their hands, which is a great act of merit.”

"Hmph!" Jin Ping'er snorted coldly and said:
"In my opinion, the evil deeds committed by you righteous people are no less than those committed by us demonic sects."

"There are good and bad people in the righteous path, and there are good and bad people in the demonic sect. How can we condemn them all at once?"

The monk Pukong was taken aback, somewhat speechless, but quickly said:

"Everyone should kill the members of the Demonic Cult. As long as they are members of the Demonic Cult, they should be killed. Not a single one should be spared."

Jin Ping'er wanted to retort, but Zhang Xiaofan waved his hand and said:

"Stop talking. This guy is deeply obsessed with evil, full of twisted logic, and can't be reasoned with."

"Hmm!" Jin Ping'er responded, no longer speaking to Pu De, but the next moment a purple blade appeared from her fair palm.

With a flick of her jade hand, a purple blade flashed... Monk Pukong immediately let out the most painful scream of his life, clutching his vitals with one hand and screaming in agony.

Zhang Xiaofan's gaze slowly moved downwards, landing on the blood left behind by the monk Pukong. Suddenly, goosebumps rose on his skin. He looked at Jin Ping'er and said:

"You are so cruel!"

"Fortunately, my physique is tough and strong enough that I am not afraid of your purple blade."

"Such a strong physique?" Jin Ping'er stared at Zhang Xiaofan with shining eyes and said:
"No, with such a strong physique, I must try it immediately..."

As he spoke, the purple blade in his hand glowed purple once more.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan quickly turned around.

Although he was confident that his current fully-fledged demon god body could block the purple blade, what if it couldn't?

This is a once-in-a-lifetime event, so we must be careful.

"Haha..." Jin Ping'er looked at Zhang Xiaofan's expression and instantly covered her mouth to laugh a few times, saying:

"Who would have thought that even the infamous Ghost Emperor has moments of fear... Haha..." (End of Chapter)