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

Chapter 575 Discussing Gods and Demons with Swords!
Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You are the Kinnara King, and the fist technique you passed down is the 'Kinnara Fist.' Once this fist is unleashed, no one can defeat it." He then changed the subject, "However, that person can defeat this fist."

The old monk sighed, then looked intently at him and asked, "Who can defeat this punch?"

"You're still testing me? Fine, I'll tell you straight now!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "That man's surname is Shang and his given name is Jinghou. The saying goes, 'In this life, he is a mad fish; in the next life, he will be the leader; and in the next life, he will be a wild monk.' He has an inexplicable connection with Shaolin." At this point, he sighed a little, "To be called the 'leader' is to be a person who is higher than gods and Buddhas. I really want to meet him."

The sweeping monk was terrified, and suddenly tears streamed down his face: "This old monk understands now. Every sip and every bite is preordained. How laughable that after ten lifetimes, I'm still stuck in the Three Realms. But after meeting you, I'm forever condemned to this final calamity, unable to even ascend to the Trayastrimsa Heaven!"

As he spoke, a punch landed with a "whoosh" from dozens of feet away, striking Ren Shaoyang directly.

The punch came straight in without any special features, but Ren Shaoyang was quite wary of it. He retreated more than ten feet, put the jade flute into his sleeve, and sneered, "Old bald thief, are you going to keep pestering me?"

The old monk sighed, "The extraterrestrial demons are blocking my path." He clasped his hands together and suddenly shouted, "This old monk has no choice but to subdue the demons and eliminate the monsters!" After saying this, he suddenly revealed a non-human appearance, and in an instant, his face and body all changed shape.

A variety of expressions, including sadness, joy, surprise, fear, terror, and grief, flashed across his face.

Boom!

Behind the old monk, the waterfall suddenly surged up, and amidst the astonished expressions of the crowd, it slowly coalesced into the appearance of a deity or Buddha several dozen feet tall, its majestic form soaring into the sky, with a brilliant halo forming the Buddha's halo.

The Buddha's image stands tall and upright, formed from the condensation of a waterfall. Sunlight shines through it, making its entire body appear golden and white, like a precious crystal body. However, its prominent horns, large ears, and pointed chin clearly resemble an old monk, except for a single horn growing from the top of its head, shrouded in a dark green light like swirling mist, giving it an ominous and sinister appearance.

In an instant, the entire valley was enveloped in an atmosphere of solitude, cruelty, solemnity, and justice.

The three men stood in silent confrontation, as if millions of years had passed.

The sweeping monk opened his eyes, slowly took a step forward, and with a boom, the Dharma image behind him moved and strode forward as well.

"Sword God Ren, do you believe in fate?"

Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of nonchalance and composure: "What is fate?"

The old monk said, "Heaven's mandate is supreme!"

"Heh." Ren Shaoyang laughed nonchalantly: "What is unfathomable is called Heaven, and what is helpless is called Fate." He looked up at the extremely tall Dharma image in front of him, his clothes fluttering in the wind, "You are not yet worthy of being called Fate."

The old monk said calmly, "Nonsense." His voice was indifferent, yet it was transmitted through his Dharma image, and hundreds of people did the same at the same time, the sound like rolling waves, shaking the earth.

Ren Shaoyang and the other two suddenly felt a violent tremor in their eardrums, the sound like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, which sent them flying several feet backward.

Just as they were floating away, the Dharma Image suddenly appeared and threw a punch.

A scorching sound filled the air, intensely hot.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flowed, colorful and vibrant, like a peacock spreading its tail, so beautiful that it dazzled the eyes and made one's mind reel.

The three suddenly felt their bodies swell, their meridians invaded by boundless power, and they were about to explode.

Bang!
The lake water surged up like a wall, revealing the silt, algae, and rocks at the bottom of the lake.

Three loud thuds rang out, and Ren Shaoyang, Jintai, and Xiaoyaozi were sent flying dozens of feet away, crashing into the mountainside and creating a cloud of dust.

"Amitabha." The sweeping monk chanted a Buddhist prayer and then threw another punch.

After the old monk appeared, he only shouted and threw a punch, which sent the three top masters flying all over the place. Now, he threw another punch, which was going to turn them into mincemeat!

Suddenly, a loud cracking sound, like a thunderclap, was heard, and then the broken stones suddenly leaped into the air.

"go with!"

Xiaoyaozi revealed himself, his palms moving like the wind as he struck out. With a loud crash, shattered stones, as dense as hail, hurtled towards the Sweeper Monk.

The rain of stones moved with lightning speed, reaching within three zhang of the sweeping monk, when suddenly it exhausted its strength and crashed down with a thunderous roar.

The sweeping monk remained motionless, watching the rain of stones fall, his eyes showing neither sorrow nor joy. He raised his hand to the sky, and the Dharma image behind him, which was several dozen feet tall, did the same.

With a whoosh, the rain of stones abruptly stopped falling and suddenly rose into the air, solidifying into a large stone sphere several dozen feet in the sky!

"Senior, it seems like he's unleashing a powerful attack."

A soft laugh came from behind, and Xiaoyaozi turned around. He saw Ren Shaoyang's figure, as round as the moon, standing on the top of a large tree branch, his feet swaying unsteadily, a strong wind blowing behind him, making his clothes and hair flutter like swords.

Xiaoyaozi snorted coldly: "I'm not blind."

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "How will you deal with this 'spicy and ruthless' move?"

Xiaoyaozi shook his head and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind and a chill on the back of his head. As if the wind had turned him around, his breath caught in his throat.

The stone ball, like a mountain, hurtled straight at his face, hurtling towards him!

In an instant, Xiaoyaozi's robes billowed, his feet did not lift, his hands did not move, he rode the wind and drifted away.

But the faster he retreated, the faster the stone ball seemed to shoot.

The "Northern Darkness True Qi" within Xiaoyaozi's body surged, and he suddenly leaped into the air, so high that it seemed to soar into the clouds.

The stone ball rushed forward, bursting into flames like a fiery meteor.

"Alright!" Xiaoyaozi's eyelids twitched, and he wrapped his sleeve around Huo Liuxing.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose, and a powerful whirlwind swept over it. An immense suction force appeared out of nowhere, pulling the stone ball in place, causing it to spin like a top, completing several rotations in the air.

"Give it back!"

Xiaoyaozi unleashed his Lingbo Weibu technique in mid-air, dragging the stone ball with his long sleeves as he rushed towards the Sweeping Monk.

Jin Tai stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with a sigh, "The Northern Darkness Divine Skill is truly amazing."

Ren Shaoyang's robes fluttered as he laughed, "If I were a good-for-nothing, how could I have made King Nara so serious?"

Before he finished speaking, Faxiang suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar like a dragon's cry, colliding with Xiaoyaozi's stone ball.

Boom!

In an instant, waves surged and clouds billowed, and leaves all over the mountains and fields rustled and fell, bathed in the brilliant morning light, shining like gold, each leaf as golden as gold.

With a loud crash, the stone ball shattered, and Xiaoyaozi sprang out, conjuring dozens of illusory figures out of thin air. With a flick of his sleeve, he unleashed the "Northern Darkness Divine Art" upon the Dharma Image.

Dozens of energies, like transparent tentacles, reached out and firmly "nailed" into the flowing water and light of the Dharma image.

In an instant, the Dharma's energy channels were restricted, as if its tendons and bones had been removed, and it froze in place.

The sweeping monk looked up and smiled: "Absorbing power from a distance?"

Dozens of Xiaoyaozi stood in the air, their qi pulling and drawing out their internal energy mixed with water vapor, like fish on a hook, continuously gathering towards their dantian.

"The old monk has excellent eyesight!"

The old monk sighed and said, "Your intentions are good, but you've failed because of greed."

Xiaoyaozi sneered, "Is this old Taoist as greedy as you?"

"Everything I've done is for self-preservation," the old monk said, shaking his head. "It's different from yours." As he spoke, he formed a hand seal and shouted, "You want it? Then, it's all yours!"

Wow!
The Dharma image collapsed, instantly disintegrating into a sky full of mist, like a raging dragon converging towards Xiaoyaozi.

Xiaoyaozi's expression suddenly changed. He felt an unbearable bloating and pain in his bladder, and an unbearable burning sensation in his heart and kidneys. A mouthful of blood welled up and almost spilled out.

Just then, the old monk grabbed his neck again.

Xiaoyaozi could barely open his eyes; everything before him was pitch black. Thinking that the true immortal would eventually become flowing water, and that his carefree spirit would turn to ashes, he couldn't help but cry out, "How bitter!"

boom!
Bones broke and tendons ruptured, limbs flew off the body.

When Ren Shaoyang and Jin Tai saw that all that remained of him after his scream was a large mass of flesh and blood, they were so shocked that they grimaced and could not utter a sound.

The sweeping monk said indifferently, "Young man, let's start over." He casually tossed the flesh and blood into the lake with a "plop."

Jin Tai stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly sighed, "This must have been how Patriarch Yiyouzi felt when facing the Primordial Heavenly Demon, right?"

“It’s not that easy.” Ren Shaoyang smiled. “Yuanshi Tianmo was just the first person to cultivate the ‘Heavenly Demon Art.’ What we are facing is a true demon god.”

Jin Tai sighed again and said slowly, "Shao Yang, you make the first move, and I'll think it over."

Ren Shaoyang stared at him silently for a while, then suddenly asked, "Did the heavens and earth tremble?"

Jin Tai was startled and said, "You actually knew?"

"Judging from your fearless attitude, that's how I guessed it."

"Heaven and Earth Tremor" is the ultimate technique of the Innate Qiankun Skill, consisting of five strikes: wind, water, fire, mountain, and thunder, each strike more powerful than the last. It is widely recognized as the most destructive move in the Emperor's martial arts.

Jin Tai's founder, Yi Youzi, was the head of the Guangcheng Immortal Sect. He was supposed to ascend to immortality in twenty years. He descended the mountain to help his junior brother, Ji Chang. He fought against the Primordial Demon in Chaoge and used the "Heaven and Earth Shattering" technique to shatter the Demon's golden body. However, his meridians were severed, and he ultimately met a tragic end, which is truly regrettable.

Jin Tai asked Shao Yang to create an opportunity for him, intending to fight to the death, but unexpectedly his intentions were exposed.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Don't rush to die together. Let me spar with this old bald monk first!"

Jin Tai stared at him, sighed, and said, "Go ahead, but don't be like Xiaoyaozi."

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "Of course, he can be resurrected, but I can..." He was about to say "no," but then he thought that he possessed the power of the Four Spirits and seemed unlikely to die, so he immediately changed his tone, "I don't want to become a lump of flesh and blood, that would be too shameful."

Jin Tai laughed heartily: "That's right, it's too embarrassing!" He still remembered what Xiaoyaozi had said to him.

Ren Shaoyang smiled, then turned his gaze to the old monk and said softly, "Master, shall we get to know each other better?" As he spoke, he swiftly swung his sword at the sweeping monk.

This sword strike was straightforward and unremarkable, yet incredibly fast.

Before the old monk could react, his vision suddenly widened, and a crimson sword light shot through the air. With a clang, the sword light exploded on his forehead, sparks flying as it passed by, like a burst of crimson fireworks. The boulder beneath his feet suddenly crumbled, almost entirely shattering from the waist up into pieces.

The old monk raised his eyes and smiled: "Excellent swordsmanship." Just as the longsword was about to strike again, his figure suddenly trembled, then shattered, turning into countless specks of dust that scattered in all directions.

The rocks collapsed and fell into the lake.

The lake was surging with waves, splashing up a sky full of silver light, like flying flower petals falling gently.

Ren Shaoyang stood still, his long sword hanging down, listening intently. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he thrust his sword forward with a backhand motion!
Damn!
Crimson clouds unfurled from his hands, and a towering curtain of water shattered.

At that moment, the entire valley seemed to be shrouded in darkness, as if the light had been pulled away. Then, a deafening roar resounded, and amidst the thunderous sound, white mist formed a circle, shattering the water curtain and causing the cliff walls to tremble violently.

Rumble!
The cliff sank rapidly at an incredible speed, rocks fell into the lake, and waves surged, as if it were a natural disaster.

With a thud, Ren Shaoyang strolled on the lake. The lake surface rippled with silver waves, and the surroundings were quiet. Only this white-robed figure seemed like an immortal descending to earth, his beauty beyond compare.

However, the old monk's figure gradually took shape, like dust particles gathering together, and stood with his hands clasped together in front of him.

Ren Shaoyang looked at him indifferently and said nothing.

"What a powerful sword!" The old monk looked at the wound on his palm, paused, and exclaimed in amazement, "Even if you were on the other side, you couldn't dodge it?"

The sweeping monk's method was to place his body between the other shore and the other shore, where everything was stretched and deformed. People were in this place, but their bodies were on the other shore. What they saw was nothing but an invisible shadow.

After all, no matter how strong a person is, they cannot kill a shadow; this is a principle that everyone seems to understand.

But Ren Shaoyang is different. Relying on the "Harmonious Heaven Law", even if Di Shitian's "Seven Absolute Realms" body is transformed into particles, he cannot escape a sword strike.

He who controls the power of heaven and earth is heaven and earth itself.

The Harmonious Law is the nemesis of all kinds of illusory transformation techniques.

Ren Shaoyang held his long sword and said calmly, "King Kinnara, do you believe in destiny?" He asked the old monk the same question.

The sweeping monk was taken aback and said, "What is there to believe, and what is there to disbelieve?"

Ren Shaoyang pointed his sword at the lake: "Look down."

The old monk glanced around and said coldly, "It's all water."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and said, "Can't you see it? But I can see it. From the moment you started plotting against me, your fate was sealed."

The old monk's heart sank, and he said, "As expected, it is a demon, bewitching people's hearts again!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and smiled, saying, "In my eyes, and in the eyes of the entire world, aren't you a great 'disharmony'?" He exhaled softly, and his expression underwent a subtle change. All worldly concerns vanished, and he became dignified and composed, his eyebrows and eyes remaining still, yet exuding an aura of majesty.

"You see me as a demon, but doesn't heaven and earth see you as a disease?"

The old monk's eyes met his, and his heart skipped a beat. His imposing manner weakened by three points, and he couldn't help but think to himself, "This is bad!" He thought, "I can't let him have his way!"

But Ren Shaoyang's words still came clearly and loudly, like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

"Ren, I am your destined calamity!"

"Demon!" Suddenly a gentle breeze blew by, and the old monk approached. "Your demonic nature remains unchanged!" He raised a palm and suddenly grabbed.

The attack was faster than anyone could have imagined. Ren Shaoyang never expected that his move would be faster than lightning. He was almost caught and, in a flash, sank to the bottom of the water.

Suddenly, light and shadow shifted on the lake's surface, and countless sword energies, as dark as ink, shot out abruptly. At first glance, they appeared as a jumble of ink blobs, but upon closer inspection, they transformed into an ink dragon, roaring away.

This sword strike was the Murong family's true ultimate move – "Mixed Sword Qi"!
Fortunately, Murong Longcheng hadn't seen this sword before; otherwise, his spirit would have been extinguished upon seeing the real thing.

Ta-da!

The old monk circled his hands, colliding repeatedly with the dark sword energy, gliding across the lake surface with a constant metallic clang.

Once the sword energy was exhausted, the sweeping monk showed a slight surprise on his face: "This sword incorporates the Murong family's 'Canhe Finger,' it's truly brilliant!" As he spoke, he suddenly raised his palm and slashed down.

The move itself was extremely simple, yet the scene was incredibly bizarre.

In Ren Shaoyang's eyes, what he saw was not his palm, but the light of heaven and earth suddenly bending and collapsing, condensing into an indescribable "force" that went straight to his forehead.

Even though Jintai was more than ten feet away, he felt an invisible force enveloping him, causing him to ache all over and almost fall to the ground.

Ren Shaoyang was the first to be hit. As soon as he raised his hand, his blood and qi surged, and he felt a tightness in his chest and a ringing in his ears. He knew how powerful the old monk was, but he was not afraid. He swung his long sword back and attacked the old monk with lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, Ren Shaoyang drew his sword like lightning, and the old monk's palm finally arrived, its immense power breaking through the layers of sword shadows and striking him squarely in the chest.

Ren Shaoyang groaned, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, flying dozens of feet before crashing into a large rock and burying himself inside.

The old monk exhaled a breath, tinged with blood, and said wearily, "It truly is a calamity, even causing cracks to appear in my crystal Buddha body."

"I have a question." Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang's calm voice came from behind.

The sweeping monk turned his head and saw that he had been standing in the shadows at some point, dressed in a bright white robe.

"Please speak, Ren Jianshen."

"That dragon's reincarnation, the future 'True Man' Shang Jinghou," Ren Shaoyang smiled. "Can you defeat him?"

"By then, I will long be gone from this world. What will I have to fight or not fight?"

"That's not necessarily true," Ren Shaoyang chuckled. "Perhaps you've been wandering aimlessly in the mortal world all along?"

The old monk's expression darkened: "To say even a single word to Sword God Ren is a test of my mental state."

"Hahaha!" Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, "Go ahead and kill me if you dare!" Before he finished speaking, a sudden tremor ran beneath his feet, and the once smooth lake surface churned violently, with waves crashing up and splashing towards the old monk.

But then, three zhang away from him, it shattered into water mist, which scattered in all directions.

Upon seeing this, Ren Shaoyang suddenly perked up and laughed loudly, "Old ghost, take this!" He crouched slightly and leaped forward to deliver a flying thrust.

This sword strike appeared slow yet was incredibly fast, drawing a circle in the air. A mist of water, carried by the wind, clung to the sword tip like a tidal wave, reaching everywhere.

The old monk saw the water mist rising like a tide, with sword light hidden within it, flashing and appearing intermittently, flying straight towards him.

Immediately, a strange shape appeared in his palm, and he actually slapped it forward.

Benedict!
No sound was made; instead, the water vapor seemed to shrink abruptly as if encountering a heat wave, and then dispersed with a whoosh.

Ren Shaoyang strolled out, unhurried, and casually used the "Flowing Wine Sword" move, half-picking and half-repelling, to easily deflect the palm force. Then he used the "Escape to the Netherworld Sword" move, and the water mist in the sky froze into ice swords as his long sword pointed, shooting over.

The monk and the layman fought faster and faster on the water, but their power and the light and shadow became increasingly restrained.

If we say that the old monk and Xiaoyaozi's clash of magic was immense and unparalleled, then...

The current struggle against the Sword God is so small that it's like trying to make a temple in a snail shell, a vast expanse of water.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves were made. The sweeping monk moved like a ghost, using fists and palms, accompanied by a variety of expressions such as sorrow, joy, surprise, fear, terror, and injury. He moved freely and unpredictably, occasionally striking the sword blade and making a buzzing sound.

Ren Shaoyang fought with clear and distinct moves, his movements both fast and graceful, never hurried or slow.

This swordsmanship is not about moves, speed, or even sword intent; rather, it has something indescribable, as if it were an innate rule.

It was so mysterious and unpredictable that not only was Jintai completely baffled, but even the old monk was dumbfounded.

As the fight progressed, Ren Shaoyang abandoned all his moves and resorted to only five sword techniques: thrusting, flicking, clouding, wiping, and twisting. Despite this repeated use, the power of his sword remained undiminished, and the old monk's divine fist, with its myriad variations, did not gain him any advantage.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang's swordsmanship was as vast as heaven and earth, causing all things to retreat. Every time he countered with his sword, the old monk could not help but retreat a few steps, struggling to cope.

Jin Tai was overjoyed and his heart was pounding. Seeing Ren Shaoyang suppress the gods and demons with the simplest "sword," he was ecstatic.

"So it turns out that Shao Yang's sword has nothing to do with realm, power, or victory or defeat! Just as he said—two swift sword strikes upon first meeting!" Jin Tai shook his head and laughed, "How simple and direct, that's the sword!"

That's right, what the white-robed man is using at this moment is not swordsmanship, but a "sword"—a sword that goes straight to the source!

"The swordsmen of the world are truly unfortunate; they face the Way of the Sword yet have no chance to witness it." Jin Tai shook his head and clicked his tongue. "How tragic!"

He kept saying "How tragic," but he was actually enjoying the sight and his face lit up with excitement.

As they spoke, the two men on the lake fought back and forth until they reached the confluence of the giant waterfalls.

Pearls flew everywhere, silver flowed in all directions, the sound of water roared deafeningly, and in the misty water, two figures appeared and disappeared, indistinguishable from one another.

Suddenly, a voice like the wailing of ghosts and demons rang out: "Watch this move of mine!"

In the waterfall, the old monk formed various hand seals. As his hand seals changed, milky white water vapor gradually condensed and flew out as twelve water figures, each with the same appearance as the old monk, but with different expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

Jin Tai was alarmed upon seeing this and thought to himself, "It's not difficult to use internal force to contain water vapor and make it take shape. But to make each part have its own unique characteristics is a great challenge. The old monk is truly powerful!"

At the same time, the sweeping monk suddenly shouted, "Sword God Ren, your sword cannot be broken by this old monk! But I wonder how you will deal with my formation?"

Ren Shaoyang appeared and disappeared in the waterfall, as if he had melted into the water. He laughed loudly, "Go ahead and do it!"

"it is good!"

The sweeping monk shouted, and with a change in his palm force, a water shadow burst forth as he swept his staff toward the white-robed man.

This water shadow appears illusory, but it actually contains immense power. Its moves are more like the wrath of a giant spirit god, swinging his staff to shatter the mountain's base!

Jin Tai exclaimed "Eh!" and looked up, shouting, "The Great Ancestor's Dragon-Coiling Staff!"

(End of this chapter)