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Chapter 516 My Zhong Lin
"The Azure Dragon is reborn, and death withers away."

Zhong Lin's eyes were dark, filled with emptiness and indifference, as if the darkness was indestructible even to the light of the world.

Then a pure black dragon claw, shining with flames of death, grabbed Mingxin and Shoujing.

"what!"

"what!"

Mingxin and Shoujing screamed and flew out, a circle of thick black water wrapped around their bodies. The death power contained in this blow was as thick as water, directly pouring into their bodies, washing over their limbs and every meridian.

Zhong Lin, who had comprehended the meaning of life and death, had a deeper understanding when he used the Azure Dragon Nirvana again. The power was even more terrifying, and the power of death in it was even thicker.

Strictly speaking, the Azure Dragon Nirvana among the Eight Styles of Azure Dragon can only be performed by warriors in the Life and Death Realm, and the pure power of death can only be carried by warriors in the Life and Death Realm who have cultivated an immortal body.

Previously, Zhong Lin had only used the system panel to force himself to comprehend the "Blue Dragon Nirvana" to perfection. Even so, when he performed it, the dragon scales would burst apart, shattering into pieces, and blood would splatter.

That was because his body could not bear the powerful death force of the Eight Styles of the Azure Dragon.

And now not only is his body strong, he has also comprehended the meaning of life and death. When he uses the pure power of death to perform the Azure Dragon Nirvana, it is even more powerful. With just one blow, Mingxin and Shoujing, two Vajra Arhats of the fifth level of the Life and Death Mirror, were unable to fight back.

"Damn it!"

The monk Chuan Deng, who had been waiting for good news, did not expect that the situation would be reversed in just a few breaths. He no longer just watched the show from the sidelines.

"Buddha, have mercy on me. I have fallen into delusion. Please stop."

After the monk Chuan Deng finished speaking, his figure trembled and he was suddenly submerged in a torrent of Buddha's light. Millions of ancient golden Sanskrit characters rose into the sky, forming a huge Buddha's palm. The five huge golden fingers were like pillars supporting the sky, surging with the most yang and strong power, and grabbed towards Zhong Lin with the force of thunder.

"Monk, do you think you can catch me?"

Zhong Lin leaped up from the ground, using the "White Crane Soaring in the Sky" technique from the "Xing Shen Quan Dao" to its fullest extent, and easily dodged the golden Buddha's palm.

Even the old monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Land would be helpless in front of the Immortal Evil Emperor's peerless martial arts.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The monk Chuan Deng had a blank expression on his face. The big hand composed of countless golden Sanskrit characters gently dispersed the space storm brought by Zhong Lin when he used the White Crane Flying in the Sky. He chased after him relentlessly, still grabbing towards Zhong Lin at an extremely fast speed.

But at this time, Zhong Lin no longer flickered, nor jumped, nor galloped. He just took a step forward, upright, carrying unparalleled power, like the sky pressing down.

boom!
The surging energy and blood, like a vast ocean, instantly crushed and covered the entire sky.

And with this step, his body suddenly expanded and filled all the space.

At this moment, Zhong Lin's body clearly did not change, but in the eyes of everyone, his body was simply standing tall and majestic, incredibly tall.

In a trance, I seemed to see a terrifying existence with its feet on mountains and rivers, and the sun, moon, stars and rivers surrounding it.

Coming to the world.

boom!
The air within thousands of miles in front of him was suddenly squeezed and exploded by his brutal body, and the howling wind tore through the void.

Amidst the mighty power of the fist, Zhong Lin stretched his arm straight upwards, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and slammed the form and spirit fist towards the monk Chuan Deng.

Boom!

From then on, the omnipresent thunder between heaven and earth exploded one after another under this punch.

At this moment, the monk Chuan Deng could no longer maintain the calmness on his face, and there was no trace of the quiet demeanor of Buddhism.

With his hands clasped in front of his chest, a huge golden Buddha figure appeared behind him. The majestic Buddha sat on a lotus platform, looking down at all living beings.

"The Buddha is in front of you, yet you don't kneel down." Buzz buzz buzz!
For a moment, the whole world was illuminated by golden light, and billions of rays of light burst out, covering the whole world.

"Buddha? I am hitting Buddha."

Zhong Lin's fist was rolling and moving, and his fist print went up into the air.

Although it was clearly from the bottom up, the monk Chuan Deng had an illusion as if a sacred mountain was collapsing and mountains and rivers were pressing down on him.

It was as if I saw an ancient giant demon roaring and tumbling wantonly, playing with the sun and moon, and manipulating the heaven and earth with its terrifying power.

Rumble!
It is like a raging avalanche that destroys the world, like a volcanic eruption that burns the heaven and earth, like an extinction tide that annihilates everything.

Under this fist intent, everything in the world, visible and invisible, vital energy, sound waves, light, everything was groaning, breaking, and roaring in despair.

Amidst such terrifying power, only Zhong Lin's calm and indifferent voice rang out: "So what if it's the Buddha? Who in the world can't be killed?"

Rumble!
The monk Chuan Deng's hoarse roar was drowned out by the violent torrent of fists.

God is as powerful as hell!

With one punch, the Buddha's figure disappeared into the sky.

Kuang Hao, Lan Qihua and others who had been watching the battle from a distance could not help but tremble in their hearts, while other warriors who had come from afar to witness all this were even more dumbfounded, their scalps tingling, and they could hardly control themselves.

call!
Zhong Lin shook his arm, and the torrent of fist power in the sky dissipated. The broken body of the monk Chuan Deng fell from the air. One could only judge from the rise and fall of his chest that he was not completely dead.

"You... who are you?"

The monk Chuan Deng's eyes widened as he stared at Zhong Lin.

"Heavenly Sword Holy Land, Sword Pavilion Zhonglin."

Zhong Lin stood in the void, his eyes scanning the surroundings with disdainful eyes, and his voice drifted slowly in the sky.

"It's him!"

"Do you know who he is?"

"Yes! You all know about the coronation ceremony of King Jian Tu at the Heavenly Sword Holy Land a while ago! This is King Jian Tu's junior brother."

"Hiss! So it's this guy, worthy of being the Sword Slaughter King's junior apprentice. The Sword Pavilion disciples are indeed worthy of their reputation."

"You're all just old news. Not long ago, the Heavenly Sword Holy Land announced the return of the Sixth Holy Son. Do you know who he is?"

A thin, white-faced, beardless young warrior looked at Zhong Lindao standing proudly in the void with eyes full of fanaticism.

"The Sixth Saint Son has returned? The Supreme Sword Emperor, the head of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, once said that the Heavenly Sword Holy Land should have nine Saint Sons. Could it be..."

"Yes, several months ago, His Majesty Zhong Lin passed the Nine-Layer Sword Tower and the Holy Land Test, becoming the Sixth Holy Son."

Now everyone's eyes looked at him differently. If he had the glory of Junior Brother Jian Tu Wang before, he himself was also dazzling at this moment.

In the ten regions of the Eastern Wilderness, the saints of the major holy places represent enough majesty in themselves. Although they are not as powerful as the kings, they are still worthy of being called "Your Majesty".

Zhong Lin ignored the chatter around him and slowly flew towards the monk Chuan Deng.

"My Buddha is merciful."

(End of this chapter)