Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 572 My Son!

I saw Xiaoyaozi and Jintai fly away.

On the cliff, everyone stared at each other, falling into a brief silence.

Murong Bo suddenly coughed, breaking the silence: "I presume you all came for the 'Jade Exquisite' and the Free and Unfettered Divine Skill? In that case, why not make money peacefully? Let's work together to open the stone house, seize the 'Jade Exquisite,' and then share the divine skill, shall we?"

“I’ll listen to Father!” Murong Fu immediately agreed.

"This humble monk agrees," Kumārajīva said with a smile and a nod.

Murong Bo was overjoyed and looked at Huang Shang and the other two, only to see them turn their heads away, seemingly disdainful.

He wasn't angry. He chuckled and turned to Li Qiushui: "What does the Empress Dowager of Western Xia think?"

"I'm fine with it!" Li Qiushui chuckled. "We can even use Canghai to blackmail Xiaoyaozi and make him deal with Ren Shaoyang!"

"Indeed, the Empress Dowager's plan is brilliant!" Kumārajīva exclaimed.

His "Xiao Wu Xiang Gong" was passed down by Li Qiushui, hence his flattery towards her.

Murong Fu said, "Your Majesty, you are mistaken! My Zulong City is the greatest swordsman of all time. How can a mere Ren Shaoyang be worth mentioning?"

"Is that so?" Li Qiushui sneered. "Have you seen his sword?"

"Of course I've seen it!"

"Where?" Li Qiushui pressed aggressively, her eyes filled with disdain. "If you had truly seen it, you would never have said that."

I, Murong Fu, still wanted to argue.

Suddenly, Murong Bo shouted, "Fu'er, with a formidable enemy at hand, peace is of utmost importance!"

Despite his indignation, Murong Fu could only give up: "Yes, Father."

Murong Bo nodded, looked at Wu Xingyun, and put on a smile: "What does Granny Tong think?"

"I have nothing to say!" Wu Xingyun suddenly raised his eyes, his cold gaze like lightning, his aura surging, his hair flying. "If you want to harm Canghai, you'll have to get over me first!"

Murong Bo frowned and said, "Grandma Tong, are you going to stand against us all by yourself?"

Wu Xingyun glanced coldly at Murong Bo and sneered, "Junior, what are you? How dare you point fingers at me?"

Seeing this, Murong Fu exchanged a glance with Kumārajīva and stood behind Murong Bo.

"What, you want to attack me?" Wu Xingyun glanced at him and said disdainfully.

Murong Bo took a deep breath and said, "Grandma Tong, with a formidable enemy at hand, we must first secure our internal stability before we can fight off external threats!"

Seeing the situation changing again and again, Li Qiushui glanced at Wu Xingyun and immediately said with a charming smile, "Senior sister, if I were you, I wouldn't be so unwise."

"You wretch, what did you say?" Wu Xingyun turned around and shouted angrily.

Li Qiushui laughed and said, "Since the battle of Chang'an, judging by the time, it's about time you finished cultivating your skills, right?"

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in the eyes of Murong Bo and the others.

"You bitch!" Wu Xingyun's pupils shrank sharply as he stared intently at Li Qiushui.

"Ha, all these days my little sister has been groveling before you, enduring so much grievance," Li Qiushui sneered. "Isn't it all for today?"

"you wanna die!"

Wu Xingyun's face darkened with anger. He moved slightly, floated in front of her, stretched out his hands, and unleashed a burst of palm energy.

The "Tianshan Six Yang Palms" is a unique skill of the Xiaoyao Sect. In terms of power, it is no less than the "Dragon Subduing Palms". It can also divide the internal energy into Yin and Yang, and it is countered by the "Life and Death Talisman". Its power is mysterious.

"You still dare to make a move?" Li Qiushui seemed to have expected this, casually circling her hand.

laugh!
The powerful and domineering palm strike vanished instantly, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

Wu Xingyun's eyes widened in shock. He suddenly felt his strength failing him and thought, "This is bad." He retreated step by step towards the wooden house.

Suddenly, a long laugh was heard, and Kumārajīva grabbed the broken tree branch and threw it away casually.

Wu Xingyun moved with lightning speed; with a boom, flames erupted, and the tree canopy was completely burned away.

Suddenly, a loud bang.

Kumārajīva broke through the broken wood and charged straight at them.

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed the "Flame Blade" and slashed it toward Wu Xingyun's head with all his might.

But the blade missed its mark, and the opponent vanished without a trace.

Kumārajīva reacted swiftly, slashing horizontally with his palm, only to see Wu Xingyun extend his index and middle fingers, gently clamping his palm.

"Little lama, you think you can mess with me just because you've learned a little bit of the 'Minor Formless Skill'?"

With a flick of his arm, Wu Xingyun sent Kumārajīva flying, somersaulting in the air before colliding head-on with Murong Fu.

Murong Fu was slightly startled, but he used the "Shifting Stars" technique to deflect the force.

Just then, Murong Bo shouted, "Fu'er, be careful!"

Murong Fu didn't even look up, and casually flicked his palm back.

Wu Xingyun raised his palm and deflected Murong Fu, instantly making him stiffen. He then grabbed him with his backhand and lifted him into the air, casually waving him around a few times.

Murong Fu felt dizzy and nauseous, so he started kicking and punching wildly.

Seeing that he was still in mid-air, and that he was throwing two punches with impressive skill, Wu Xingyun couldn't help but laugh and said, "Indeed not bad! It's a pity that your internal strength is too poor and your energy transfer is completely wrong. You really embarrass Murong Longcheng."

Suddenly, Murong Bo flicked his sleeve and struck straight at them.

Wu Xingyun raised his hand to catch it, but his whole body trembled, he groaned, and sat back down.

Murong Bo exclaimed "Huh?", not understanding why Wu Xingyun, who had just displayed great power, had suddenly lost so much strength.

Just then, Wu Xingyun and Liu Qiushui's expressions changed simultaneously, and they looked up.

The moon was high in the sky, but somehow, a corner of the round moon was missing.

"Ha, a celestial dog eating the moon!"

Li Qiushui laughed maniacally: "Senior Sister, it's truly heaven's will to destroy you! Your power is greatly diminished now, you are doomed!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Bo's eyes flashed as he looked at Wu Xingyun—a rare look of panic appeared on her face.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that her once white hair had turned black, and her limbs were gradually shrinking.

With her power waning, she instantly transformed into a little girl!

"So this is the secret of the 'Heavenly Child Granny'!"

Murong Bo's eyes gleamed, and he no longer had any scruples. He swung his right palm and slapped her face, while his left hand reached out and grabbed her right wrist.

Wu Xingyun was terrified. He knew he should flip his wrist and grab the other man's hand to break free, but he was too small and weak to break free.

Suddenly, a cracking sound came from his right wrist, and Wu Xingyun screamed in agony as his wrist bone was broken.

The wind howled fiercely, and a palm strike came crashing down on my face.

Wu Xingyun was filled with resentment: "Damn it, I actually fell into the hands of that scoundrel Murong Bo!"

As she closed her eyes to await death, a childish shout rang out: "You're ganging up on the few, how shameful!"

With a whoosh, a young monk rushed out of the forest, his movements faster than lightning. He threw a punch at Murong Bo's ear.

Seeing the fierce punch coming at him, Murong Bo had no choice but to change direction, turning his palm into an elbow to block the incoming punch.

boom!
As their fists and elbows collided, a sudden burst of power caused all three to tremble uncontrollably, as if struck by lightning.

Unexpectedly, this tremor activated the muscles in his arm, generating incredible power.

With a click, Wu Xingyun's wrist bone returned to its original position.

This "Kinnara Fist" is truly wondrous. This fist is not only captivating, but also possesses the power to separate flesh and blood. In addition to dismantling bones, it can also shrink them.

A minor bone dislocation can be cured instantly and naturally.

The newcomer was none other than Xu Zhu. He was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see Wu Xingyun, this "little girl," beaten to death. He immediately jumped out, healed her wounds with a punch, and then grabbed Wu Xingyun's shoulder with his right palm, ready to run down the mountain.

Murong Bo, who had just recovered from the shock, snorted coldly: "Where did this little novice come from?" Without thinking, he pressed his right palm down on Xu Zhu's back.

Xu Zhu didn't turn his head, but his arm lashed out like a whip, striking Murong in the chest.

Murong Bo trembled, but his hand did not slow down. His five fingers, like steel hooks, gripped Xu Zhu's neck.

Xu Zhu was shocked and leaned back, his bald head hitting him squarely in the chest.

Murong Bo groaned and sat down, his fingers immediately loosening.

Having narrowly escaped death, Xu Zhu grabbed Wu Xingyun and was about to dash into the forest.

Unexpectedly, Kumārajīva sneered, "Little master, we meet again?" He spun around and slashed with his palm, the edge of which was covered in fire, faster than lightning.

At the same time, Murong Fu rushed over with red eyes, shaking his hand and wrist, and a dazzling sword light poured down like a long river.

It pierced straight into Xu Zhu's chest.

In an instant, the young monk found himself in a perilous situation.

Although Xu Zhu's martial arts skills were far stronger than in the original novel during this period, he also lost his most powerful life-saving skills.

Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

Therefore, faced with this situation, he could only cry out in terror, "Master Ding'an, save me!" Before he finished speaking, a person appeared in front of Xu Zhu.

With a loud clang, the longsword and the flaming blade collided with the man, sparks flying everywhere.

Xu Zhu was taken aback. Looking at the departing figure of the person, he was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Master Ding'an!"

Suddenly, Ding An laughed and said, "Little Xu Zhu, don't panic."

Murong Fu and Kumārajīva were so shocked that they took a few steps back. Hearing the sound, they looked up in surprise and doubt.

Ding'an stood proudly in the center of the field, bathed in the soft moonlight.

He tied his black robe around his waist, bared his bare chest, and carried a long sword at his waist, looking like a guardian deity, solemn and imposing as a mountain.

Murong Fu's mind was completely absorbed by Xu Zhu, and he was unaware of Ding An's arrival. His expression changed several times, and he asked sternly, "Who are you?"

When Kumārajīva saw his appearance clearly, his face turned ashen, and he shouted, "Be careful, this monk is incredibly strong!"

Ding An's face darkened, and he shouted, "I'm not a monk!" His voice was thunderous, and he swung his fists.

Boom!

As the purple light burst forth, pebbles flew everywhere and dust billowed up. Murong Fu and Kumārajīva danced wildly and retreated rapidly.

Ding An stomped his feet on the ground, leaped into the air, and shouted, "Leave them all here!" He then threw another punch!
Suddenly, a figure flashed by; it was Murong Bo. He placed his hand on Ding An's elbow and instantly launched a "shifting star" attack.

Caught off guard, Ding'an cried out "Ouch!" as the force of his punch was instantly redirected. A loud cracking sound followed!
It was as if a thunderclap had struck in the sky; rubble flew everywhere, wood chips scattered, and a wooden house in the distance suddenly collapsed!

"sea!"

Wu Xingyun cried out in anguish, tears streaming down her face. If Xu Zhu hadn't stopped her, she probably would have rushed out.

"Heh, senior sister, you should take care of yourself first!" Li Qiushui smiled gently and struck out with a palm.

Xu Zhu stared wide-eyed at the newcomer, a woman in flowing white robes with a captivatingly alluring face. Seemingly noticing his gaze, Li Qiushui, still in mid-air, raised an eyebrow and smiled at him.

The young monk had never seen such a spectacle in his life; he was dazzled and utterly bewildered.

Just as he was solemnly bestowing the soul, he was surprised to find Li Qiushui already in his arms.

With a loud bang, Xu Zhu and Wu Xingyun cried out and were sent flying into the air.

Wu Xingyun suffered severe injuries and coughed up blood, spitting it all over Xu Zhu's face before collapsing to the ground.

Xu Zhu cried out "Ouch!" and was so dizzy from the impact that he shook his head, took several steps back while holding Wu Xingyun, and finally stood still.

Li Qiushui stepped forward, bowed, and said with a smile, "Greetings, Little Master!"

Xu Zhu blushed and said awkwardly, "I, I'm perfectly fine." Then he asked, "Why did you have to kill her?"

Seeing Xu Zhu's awkward demeanor, Li Qiushui thought disdainfully, "He's just an inexperienced little kid, a bit dim-witted." She then smiled faintly and said, "Little Master, you don't know about my past with my senior sister, so why are you meddling?"

Xu Zhu was taken aback, then turned to look at Wu Xingyun: "Oh, what grudge do you two have?"

Wu Xingyun had no time to answer, only staring blankly in the direction of the wooden house, muttering to himself, "Life is like mist, like a dream; the arising and ceasing of fate are all within our control."

Seeing this, Xu Zhu turned back and said, "She can't answer."

Seeing his dazed look, Li Qiushui couldn't help but smile: "Little Master, do you believe her or me?"

Xu Zhu glanced at her, then lowered his head and said, "I... I don't trust anyone."

Upon hearing this, Li Qiushui found it amusing and feigned annoyance, saying, "Little Master is quite fair in dealing with everyone."

Xu Zhu said, "Master Ding'an said that we should not make a decision immediately based on what they say, but stay where we are for a while."

"What are we going to do later?"

"Look who's showing their true colors."

Upon hearing this, Li Qiushui's face turned cold: "Hmph, then you can stay where you are until you die!" After saying that, she suddenly smiled and clapped her hands, "Ecstasy!"

Xu Zhu suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and the vast cliff platform suddenly fell silent.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, he saw Li Qiushui gracefully approaching and then begin to sing and dance lightly.

At this moment, her hands formed the shape of plucking flowers, and accompanied by the singing, her arms rose and fell, her gestures changing in countless ways. It was as if she had grown a thousand hands and ten thousand arms, her slender lotus feet turning and twisting uncertainly, like a duck spreading its wings, gracefully about to take flight.

Xu Zhu had never seen such a wonderful dance before, and he watched with great delight, his heart filled with boundless joy.

Seeing the little monk's vacant eyes, Li Qiushui knew he had fallen into her trap. A smile appeared on her lips. She took a few light steps, grabbed his collar with her slender fingers, and stretched out her head to offer him a kiss!

Of course, given Li Qiushui's aesthetic sense, she wouldn't be so indiscriminate in her pursuit of men. The technique she used was called "Ecstasy," a variant of the "Heavenly Demon Bliss" in the Heavenly Demon Art, specifically designed for sexual enhancement and seduction.

Her red lips parted slightly, as if she intended to seize all of Xu Zhu's internal energy.

Suddenly, the little monk's body flashed with purple light, followed by a long, resounding roar, like thunder in the dry season, shaking the soul, yet also low, mysterious, and unpredictable.

Li Qiushui's expression suddenly changed. She suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over her, as if her body were in a furnace. She immediately became short of breath and broke out in a sweat.

She suddenly retreated several feet, swept the stones off the ground with her sleeve, and they shot away.

The stone had only flown a few feet when it emitted a low, strange hum, yet its trajectory was extremely slow, as if something sticky was blocking its path.

Midway through the flight, it suddenly exploded with a loud bang, shattering into pieces.

Li Qiushui's expression changed, and she took two steps back.

Startled awake by the disturbance, Xu Zhu scratched his head and said, "Oh dear, why am I so confused?"

It turns out that the "Ecstasy" dance, performed together, has a powerful magical effect; those with weak willpower will become mentally unstable.

Just now, Xu Zhu was captivated by the music and dance. If it weren't for his pure heart, profound meditation skills, and the mysterious and magical "Kinnara Fist," he would have been able to wake up immediately, even though he was confused for a moment.

Seeing that his eyes cleared up in an instant, Li Qiushui felt a chill in her heart, all her contempt vanished, and her behavior became even more alluring, sometimes coquettish and slightly angry, sometimes charming and smiling, her dance graceful and enchanting, like a celestial demon in disguise.

Xu Zhu was mesmerized by the sight, and his mind became confused.

Suddenly, Ding'an shouted, "Little monk Xuzhu, wake up!"

The sound was deafening. Xu Zhu opened his eyes abruptly, but he could still hear the seductive music. Various enchanting figures of celestial demons swirled and danced in his mind along with the music, and he could not shake it off no matter what.

Seeing that Xu Zhu was so engrossed in the music and dance that he could not extricate himself, Ding An let out a long roar and rushed towards Li Qiushui.

Seeing that he was about to break through, Murong Bo shouted to Kumārajīva, "Master, let's hold this man off. After the Empress Dowager kills that little monk and the old woman, we'll kill him together!"

Kumārajīva, recalling the defeat at Shaolin, harbored deep hatred for Ding'an. Upon hearing this suggestion, he was naturally delighted and immediately shouted, "Good!"

Murong Bo turned to Murong Fu: "Fu'er, go and get the 'Jade Exquisite'!"

Murong Fu hesitated and said, "Father, you..."

Murong Bo waved his sleeve: "Don't worry about me. Only by obtaining the 'Jade Exquisite' can this trip be considered a success!"

"Yes!" Murong Fu nodded and rushed towards the ruins of the wooden house.

After giving his instructions, Murong Bo nodded to Kumārajīva and suddenly lunged at Ding'an.

Ding An suddenly felt a strong gust of wind from one side, raised his arm to block, and landed on the ground with a thud.

At that moment, Murong Bo and Kumārajīva rose up and attacked again.

Seeing this, Ding'an stomped his foot on the ground, leaped into the air, and shouted, "Get down here!"

Murong Bo and Kumārajīva felt a sudden, unpredictable gust of wind enveloping them, their breath caught in their throats. Their hearts leaped into their throats, and they leaped out of the circle.

Unexpectedly, the fist was already pressed against their chests with such force that it made their muscles and bones stiffen.

"The stars have changed!"

"Flame Knife!"

Seeing that they couldn't dodge, Murong Bo and Kumārajīva had no choice but to unleash their full power to take the punch head-on.

Abyss~!

As their energies collided, a strange and unusual sound suddenly rang out.

The sound was like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of demons, even more bewitching than the chanting of Buddha.

Upon hearing this, everyone present turned their attention to the shirtless youth.

Ding An's expression seemed both extremely serene and extremely agitated; his features shifted rapidly, becoming so blurry that they were impossible to discern.

With a loud shout, he suddenly threw another punch.

The force of the punches roared, seemingly accompanied by the chanting of Buddhist hymns, ethereal and lingering, extremely peaceful and pure. It was like celestial music, unlike anything ever heard before.

At this moment, the atmosphere was filled with hostility, but as soon as this voice came out, everyone felt their state of mind change. They felt that the bloody world suddenly disappeared, and their hearts were filled with an indescribable peace and tranquility, as if cleansed by a holy spring. They even had a kind of joy of enlightenment.

Murong Bo, Kumārajīva, Li Qiushui, Wu Xingyun, and even Xuzhu all stopped fighting, feeling bewildered and at a loss.

Huang Shang and Zhou Tong, who were in the distance, immediately changed their expressions.

Zhou Tong held his spear horizontally to his chest, took a half step back, and exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of magic is this? It has made me instantly devoid of desire and thought, and I only want to throw away my spear and worship Buddha?"

Huang Shang let out a chilling whistle, and said in a deep voice, "This person's cultivation method is the same as that little monk's, a combination of Buddha and demon, extremely unpredictable! Guangzu, be careful."

As they were talking, Ding An suddenly looked over, his eyes gleaming with purple light, revealing an unusual appearance.

Huang Shang shouted, "Concentrate and hold your breath!"

The two felt an indescribable force strike them, and they were thrown backward, sliding several feet.

Zhou Tong exclaimed in surprise, "Just one glance, and you can force us to retreat?"

Huang Shang shook his head and sighed, "This person is incredibly powerful. Compared to him, my method of controlling the mind is nothing!"

Just as the situation on the field suddenly changed.

Murong Fu had no time to watch from the sidelines. He rushed to the ruins, smashed the bricks and tiles with a single palm strike, and was about to dig out Li Canghai's body.

"Oh~!"

An untimely, charming voice suddenly rang out, saying softly, "Boy, Yu Linglong is mine, you can't touch her."

"Yours?" Upon hearing this, Murong Fu's face twisted into a ferocious expression. "I'll burn it for you after you die!" He swung his sword backhand and thrust it in the direction of the voice.

This sword strike was unleashed in fury, its wind hissing loudly like the howling of ghosts.

"Those who block my way shall die!" Murong Fu shouted as he drew his sword.

Suddenly, in the blood-red wind, a pair of bright and clear eyes blinked, followed by a small, round face that could be both angry and happy, peeking out from the void and letting out a soft laugh.

"Ren Hongxiu~!" Murong Fu felt his hair stand on end, and his heart sank into an abyss.

Suddenly, the night wind turned cold, carrying a rusty, fishy smell.

The bright moon in the sky was now stained with blood.

A chilling murderous intent emanated from it.

Damn!
Murong Fu's pupils first contracted and then dilated, and a crescent moon of blood suddenly appeared in his eyes, disappearing in an instant.

He wasn't the only one who saw this crescent moon.

Murong Bo saw it, Jiu Mo saw it, Li Qiu Shui saw it, as did Xu Zhu, Wu Xing Yun, Huang Shang, and Zhou Tong.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, their necks tingling with cold, and their mouths gaped open, unable to close.

The world darkened for a fleeting moment, then the crescent moon reappeared.

Murong Fu put down his sword, stood quietly for a while, and then said calmly, "What a fast blade!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin line of red appeared on his throat.

Chi!
Blood gushed from his chest cavity, his head flew into the air, traced an arc, and landed with a thud, rolling a few times before facing Murong Bo.

She looked at her father with a pair of eyes that were both sorrowful and calm.

"My son!!!"

Murong Bo fell to his knees with a thud, wailing so loudly it was unbearable to hear.

(End of this chapter)