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Chapter 449: Azure Dragon Nirvana
Zhong Lin stepped forward and retreated instead of advancing, while performing the "Royal Dragon's Roar" from the Eight Styles of Azure Dragon.

For a moment, the surrounding sky and earth were filled with strong winds and dragon roars. A huge golden dragon head fell from the air with endless pressure and slammed into the Zen staff of Wuchen Arhat.

boom!
There was no roar as imagined. Instead, the attacks of both men turned into nothingness. However, Zhong Lin let out a muffled groan, his face turned pale, and trickles of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"The gap is still too big. I've only just attracted the Yin Sha into my body, but this bald donkey has already comprehended life and death, and cultivated an immortal body. His spiritual essence has long been combined and is extremely powerful. Moreover, he is practicing the Arhat Way, and his physical body is incomparably powerful. I have no chance of winning against him with just my physical body."

Zhong Lin gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes extremely heavy.

Neither his physical body nor his cultivation level are a match for the bald donkey, so he will be defeated sooner or later in such a battle.

"It's over. I'll take you to see the Buddha, Lionheart Hammer!"

Wu Chen Luohan roared, and the Zen stick in his hand drew an exaggerated arc in the air, as if it had turned into a mountain, smashing towards Zhong Lin with infinite force.

The surrounding air exploded at the same time, and the rolling air flow whistled. It seemed slow, but it was actually very fast. The vibrating space was like a stream of water, causing ripples.

Zhong Lin took out a healing pill and swallowed it. In an instant, his spiritual energy, which had been dried up, surged again.

As he took a step forward, an agile figure suddenly broke out from the heavy storm, rising thousands of miles at lightning speed, and a light golden halo expanded out.

In this halo of light, a dragon-like creature leaped back and completed a series of movements at incredible speed.

"Azure Dragon Exploring Claw!"

"Blue Dragon Splits the Sky!"

"The Emperor Dragon roars!"

"Qinglong Yantian!"

Zhong Lin performed the Eight Styles of Azure Dragon at a dizzying speed, and all the moves were directed at the void, not at the Wuyan Arhat.

"Qinglong creates the world!"

When the seventh style of the Azure Dragon Creation Fist appeared, a strong wind blew in the sky, and lightning and thunder flashed. The aura was so powerful that it far exceeded the range that the Yin Sha Realm could display.

But all this has not stopped yet, the green dragon in the void is still moving and changing.

"The eighth move, Azure Dragon Nirvana!"

Zhong Lin's cold and hollow voice rang out from the depths of the strong wind. There was no emotional fluctuation in his voice, only a strong sense of pure death.

If the seventh style contains endless vitality, then the last of the Eight Styles of Azure Dragon is the only pure death skill.

The first six lives are destruction, the seventh is creation, and the last life is death.

Destruction is not death. Destruction is the goal, and death is a state.

All things in the world have birth and death. "Blue Dragon Nirvana" is the perception of the creator of the Eight Styles of Blue Dragon on the ultimate fate and state of death of all things.

In the pale golden light, the green dragon moved extremely slowly, in sharp contrast to its previous extreme speed.

"Not good." Wu Chen Luohan didn't care about the first few moves of Zhong Lin's Eight Styles of Azure Dragon, but when Zhong Lin completed the first seven to the eighth move, a terrifying aura that changed the color of heaven and earth emanated from Zhong Lin. Even he, who had cultivated an immortal body, felt fear.

He could clearly see that at this moment, the half-human, half-dragon Zhong Lin in the clouds had his black dragon scales burst open and exploded into pieces as the giant dragon's shadow moved, and light golden blood splashed out and turned into mist that filled the dragon's body.

This was the result of Zhong Lin's body being unable to withstand the powerful death force of the Eighth Style of Azure Dragon. The power of the Eighth Style of Azure Dragon was extremely strong, but the corresponding conditions for its use were also extremely harsh. With Zhong Lin's cultivation level still at the Yin-Yang realm, he was completely unqualified to use this move.

This is also the reason why Zhong Lin triggered the pure power of death, causing dragon scales to explode and dragon blood to splash.

Boom!

When the giant dragon in the sky completed its last posture, all the illusions of the eight styles suddenly burst like bubbles. With a click, the sky collapsed and the earth sank. Endless darkness swallowed the entire space at an incredible speed.

At this moment, Zhong Lin disappeared completely, but his aura did not disappear. Not only did it not disappear, but it increased exponentially to a terrifying level, and his strength had far exceeded the limit of the Yin-Yang Realm.

At this moment, Wuchen Luohan also looked horrified. What frightened him even more was the silent power of death in the darkness. This power was pure, empty, and without any attributes.

At this point, the Eight Styles of Azure Dragon have been completely transformed into the black death force when all things die and wither. Nothing can stop the power of Azure Dragon when it is annihilated.

Wu Chen Luohan no longer hesitated and finally retreated. Facing this terrifying power of death, any escape would not appear cowardly but shameful.

With a flash of light, Wu Chen Arhat instantly broke through the void and fled into the distance.

"Young people nowadays are so scary. Where did this monster come from?"

Wu Chen Luohan never thought that he would be defeated and flee from a young man, and a young man whose cultivation was far lower than his own.

"Want to run?"

In the half-human, half-dragon state, Zhong Lin's eyes were dark. It was not the kind of pitch-black color, but a darkness that was empty and indifferent, as if all the light in the world could not illuminate it.

A loud noise like the collapse of heaven and earth came from behind Wuchen Arhat's head, and it seemed vaguely that something was falling from the depths of darkness.

However, there was only the sound of wind and a terrifying, suffocating atmosphere all around. Nothing could be seen, including things that the eyes could not see, but the mind could feel them.

Wu Chen Luohan clearly saw an enormous, unimaginably huge dragon claw suddenly reaching down from above his head.

This dragon claw is neither blue nor gold, but pure black. Black flames are spewing from under each black dragon scale on the dragon claw. They are the flames of death.

boom!
The two were originally very far apart, but the moment Wu Chen Luohan felt the black dragon claw, he was immediately hit hard on the back by this claw, as if this move had completely transcended time and space.

"what!"

Wu Chen Luohan screamed and flew out, with a circle of thick black water wrapped around his body. The death power contained in this blow was as thick as water, and it directly rushed into his body, washing over his limbs and every meridian.

Wu Chen Arhat had already cultivated the golden body of Arhat, and his cultivation had even reached the realm of immortality. His body was denser and harder than some natural treasures. He could withstand mysterious weapons, and even precious weapons could hardly penetrate it. His spirit and will were extremely powerful and firm.

But at this moment, this death force as thick as water rushed into his body, burning like flames. He couldn't help screaming. Black flames spewed from his eyes, and thick blood flowed like a stream from under his yellow monk's robe.

The blood was not red or gold, but black.

(End of this chapter)