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

Chapter 578 I killed the little beggar?

Hongxiu was quite surprised by Ding'an's "Kinnara Fist".

Before, when the two had not clashed head-on, it was still a mirage. But now that their legs had touched, he felt his whole body go numb and was stunned by an incredible force.

This power seems to be beyond the human body, like the vast and mighty power of Brahma and the Buddhas, illuminating all corners of the world.

Ding An was even more horrified. He felt that Hongxiu used the "Sleeve Divine Blade" as her divine weapon and the power of the four spirits as her weapon. Upon contact, his blood and qi immediately became disordered, his qi rushed to his extraordinary meridians, and his heart felt as if it were being churned by ten thousand steel knives, causing him unbearable suffering.

If it weren't for his amazing physique and abundant blood and qi, he would probably have died from spitting blood long ago!

Ding An's expression was cold and fierce. He suddenly leaped forward, breathing heavily, and slowly approached, punching and slapping.

Hongxiu felt a sudden dizziness, her head throbbing, and she lost all sense of touch. She loosened her stance and opened her center gate.

Bang~!

"How is this possible!" Ding'an was shocked to see his full-force punch being casually blocked by the little beggar.

He immediately threw two more punches at her chest.

Hongxiu's eyes were vacant, but her movements were not slow at all. Her hands and feet seemed to belong to someone else, and she involuntarily danced wildly along with Ding'an's movements.

But with each move she blocked, she felt a strange sensation, her heart fluctuating between joy and sorrow, her body sometimes relaxed and sometimes tense; in a moment she felt as if she were falling into hell, and in an instant she felt as if she were ascending to the highest heaven.

This "Kinnara Fist" is originally a martial art that uses the mind to see one's true nature and attain Buddhahood through one's true nature.

If one can understand impermanence and be liberated from birth and death, then all twelve fist forms have the power to awaken supreme wisdom and stimulate true enlightenment.

However, if one insists on being forceful without the right conditions, one can lead others astray and make things even worse.

Although Hongxiu's spiritual senses were suppressed by Ding'an's "Disruptive Wisdom" technique, she still had her own mental powers. She instantly activated the supernatural ability "The Universe is in My Hands," and her body acted automatically, anticipating the incoming attacks.

For a time, the two fought back and forth, their skills evenly matched.

Amidst the thuds, the two fought even more fiercely. One was tall and imposing, like a living Vajra; the other was petite and adorable, like a delicate enchantress.

Despite their seemingly disparate heights, when their fists and feet clashed, neither could gain the upper hand.

Although Ding'an threw punches repeatedly, Hongxiu always struck first, forcing him to hold his own and becoming increasingly angry as he fought.

A moment later, Ding An roared in a fit of rage, his blood surging through his body, his limbs suddenly gaining immense strength, and he was about to throw another punch.

To everyone's surprise, Hongxiu's eyes were empty. With a slight sway, she rushed in front of him and delivered a knee strike.

Unable to dodge, Ding'an had no choice but to strike out with his palm.

Before he could free his hands, Hongxiu suddenly lowered her body, dodging his palm, and raised her shoulder from below, pressing it against Ding'an's elbow.

Ding'an felt a powerful force surge towards him, cried out in alarm, and was sent flying backward.

"Hmm~!"

Hongxiu stood still, seemingly savoring something, and then suddenly chuckled softly.

"Severed Hand, your fist technique can stimulate the potential of the human body, but because Buddhism and demons are one, it is extremely important to the mind. Now you are controlled by someone, your good heart is worn away and your evil heart is solidified. When you use various fist forms, they are completely different and go against the original purpose."

Ding'an was unaware that he had fallen into a trap, and felt that Hongxiu was pressing him from all sides, making him lose face.

He roared in an instant, his blood and qi surging more and more, as if a flood was about to burst its banks. He immediately lunged forward and struck her with his palm.

Having gained insight from the battle, Hongxiu now understands the true essence of the fist technique. She takes a step forward, calmly awaits her opponent, and unleashes a series of powerful strikes with both palms.

In the blink of an eye, the two, each relying on their divine power, exchanged dozens of blows in quick succession, their fists and palms heavier than Mount Tai, their sounds like thunder.

Because Ding'an's heart was lost and he was no longer favored by God, he gradually felt weak after twenty blows.

Hongxiu, relying on her practical combat skill "Universe at Hand," became stronger with each battle, her strength increasing with every difference in strength between herself and her opponent.

The two fought back and forth for several rounds. Ding An slowed down his attack and Hong Xiu seized the opportunity, delivering three consecutive elbow strikes. Ding An was immediately knocked off balance and fell flat on his face.

Hongxiu stood with her hands behind her back and sneered, "Even with a broken hand, you still can't beat me!"

Ding'an lay on the ground for a long time without getting up, then suddenly chuckled, "Ha, yes!"

He suddenly looked up, his face bruised and swollen, but his eyes blazed with a purple light that seemed to pierce through.

A large lump had appeared on his forehead, throbbing incessantly, as if something was about to burst out.

"Holy crap, a severed hand!" Hongxiu yelled. "What's that thing growing on your head?"

“In the words of the cripple,” Ding An stood up, a corner of his forehead slowly emerging, “this is called the second form.”

hum!
Before the words were even finished, a wondrous scene appeared in the world.

The clouds at the summit were as dark as ink, turning into whirlpools with the wind, resembling an enormous black gauze hat that pressed down.

At that moment, the mountains roared, leaves fell, and the sky and the ground were indistinct.

Immediately afterwards, a hurricane rose high into the sky, stirring up the clouds. Wherever the fierce winds passed, stubborn rocks rolled and not a blade of grass grew.

Ding An stood in the wind, holding the steel prosthetic arm, and let out a long roar: "Little beggar, do you know the true power of my 'Hidden Dragon' prosthetic arm?!"

"I don't know."

A strong gust of wind blew in, so strong that it made the red-sleeved clothes flutter.

The little beggar's expression was indifferent, but he suddenly smiled slightly: "But I know that you probably can't keep your prosthetic arm again!"

"Hmph, you love to talk big!" Ding An snorted coldly, the bump on his forehead growing bigger and bigger, ready to burst.

Suddenly, Hongxiu saw an opportunity. She took a few steps forward against the strong wind, and with a swift movement, she used her hand as a knife to stab him in the back of the neck.

Ding!
Ding An sidestepped, using the scabbard to block, while simultaneously swinging his left hand.

The two exchanged words several times.

In the midst of the raging wind, Ding'an once again unleashed the "Disruptive Intent Technique," his eyes shooting out strange light. When Hongxiu's gaze met his, she responded with "The universe is in my hands."

But she leaned back, dodging Ding An's three punches and two kicks, and then flipped over to kick his prosthetic arm.

Upon seeing this, Ding'an laughed loudly: "We've fallen into their trap!" Suddenly, he saw his righteous hand swing down and slap Hongxiu.

hum!
This strike was like opening a door and entering an unfathomable void. The dark clouds in the sky swirled into a tornado, which flew in with a whoosh as the palm struck.

Hongxiu felt her mind go completely blank!

In a daze, it seemed as if everything around me had turned dark, and then I felt dizzy and about to faint.

At that moment, she could not distinguish between sorrow and fear. She only felt that she had suddenly become distant from the other person, as if they were separated by thousands of miles. For a time, she had no thoughts other than despair.

Seeing the ashes in her eyes, Ding'an couldn't bear it and wanted to withdraw his hand.

Just then, the old monk's voice echoed in his mind: "Eliminate evil completely, without hesitation."

Ding An froze for a moment, his eyes flashing with purple light, then suddenly shouted, "It is only right to eradicate evil completely!" In an instant, his face became dignified and solemn, "Hmph, still stubbornly resisting with such methods, I'll take you down!"

He immediately changed his palm into a fist and gently tapped her forehead.

Hongxiu suddenly regained consciousness, feeling as if her whole body was being cut by knives. A strange force surged into her forehead, and she only had time to glance at him.

Then there was a loud "bang"!
The four parts were separated, blood and flesh splattered, and the head flew two or three zhang away, rolling over the cliff.

Ding An stood there dumbfounded, watching as he punched Hongxiu until she exploded.

"I...I killed the little beggar?" He stared intently at the edge of the cliff, not blinking for a long time, and said in a trembling voice, "I actually killed the little beggar?"

Ding An looked at his hands, unable to support himself any longer, and knelt heavily on the ground. The purple light in his eyes flickered uncertainly, his heart felt as if it had been thrown into a snake pit, and his face was deathly pale.

"Foolish child!" The old monk's image reappeared in his mind. "She is the demon in your heart. If you get rid of her, you can escape the sea of ​​suffering and avoid the demonic realm!"

Ding'an collapsed to the ground, her eyes fixed for a long time. Suddenly, she burst into tears, overwhelmed with guilt and fear, and the more she cried, the more heartbroken she became.

"Amitabha Buddha, please be quiet!"

The sound of Buddhist chants reached my ears, as resounding as a great bell, shaking my soul.

Ding'an gradually calmed down, her eyes blurred with tears, and looked into the void.

The old monk said in a deep voice, "Come! If you and I join forces to kill Ren Shaoyang, we can restore order and ascend to paradise soon!"

Upon hearing this, Ding An's face turned pale, and his eyes stared in the direction of the voice as if he wanted to pierce through it.

"Why aren't you leaving?" the old monk's voice came again.

Ding An nodded slowly and said, "I'll do it!"

"There's no time to lose." The old monk paused. "Ren Shaoyang is very capable. Whether we succeed or not depends on you."

Ding An paused for a moment, then stood up and said, "I'm coming right away." He glanced at the cliff, his eyes flashing, and ran towards the waterfall without looking back.

He suddenly changed his form, like a swallow skimming the water, gliding over ten feet in an instant, and then disappeared among the mountains in a few flashes.

As Ding'an ran, a streak of crimson blood trailed behind him, like a cloak made of blood. A soft, faint laugh drifted on the wind, barely audible.
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"At the finale, the universe is in my hands, the winds and clouds are at my command, and life and death are entirely in my control."

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand, and the scattered debris froze in the air, a profound and indifferent tranquility slowly spreading out.

The white-robed man spoke calmly, smiling as he looked at the old monk who resembled a demon.

The sweeping monk also looked over, and upon seeing Ren Shaoyang's handsome face, for some reason, his pupils contracted and he took a half step back.

Ren Shaoyang walked slowly, not like he was fighting, but like he was on a spring outing.

Jin Tai looked around in surprise and uncertainty. His heart sank, and he remained motionless, feeling that the only word to describe the surroundings was "quiet".

Mountains, lakes, plants, insects, birds, and even the waterfall seemed to stand still.

He was affected by a pattern that he couldn't understand, yet vaguely and subconsciously knew, and he came to a standstill.

"Is this the power of 'harmony'?" Jin Tai looked at the white robe and thought to himself, "What influences heaven and earth is not true energy, but his thoughts! When he moves, all laws follow; when he is still, the universe is silent."

"This, what is this?"

Before we knew it, the sky had darkened.

This is an extremely strange scene.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but for the three people present, it felt like it was already dark.

The old monk stared at Ren Shaoyang, saying nothing, nor could he utter a word.

Because he was also "silent," he was also part of Ren Shaoyang's "tranquility."

But the sweeping monk's meaning still lingered in his eyes, coalescing into a question: "What kind of magic is this?"

Ren Shaoyang looked at him, and also at Jin Tai, and said with a smile, "Final Melody - All Things in Harmony." He raised an eyebrow, "The wind comes."

A strong wind is howling; it's really picking up.

This was no ordinary mountain wind; wherever it passed, the ground was covered with fine marks, as if it had been cut by a sharp weapon.

The wind was actually sword energy.

Ren Shaoyang glanced at the sky again, said nothing, but his voice boomed: "Thunder, come!"

Hooray!
Thunder rumbled in the sky, and a bright white bolt of lightning, sometimes slanting and sometimes straight, struck down fiercely towards the old monk's head.

At that moment, Kinnara King's single horn was struck like a lightning rod, instantly turning his skin and flesh to char and rot.

Ren Shaoyang turned around, and a large rock appeared on the shore. He sat on the rock with a white robe and a swagger, looking at the old monk indifferently.

Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning all arise from his single thought. The wind leaves a mark, the rain falls and dents, thunder rumbles, and lightning flashes and chases the light!

The entire Leigushan Mountain resembled a bald, middle-aged man, with the vegetation instantly turning to dust, making the Mediterranean pattern even more pronounced.

"Hmm~!"

A heart-wrenching groan rang out.

As soon as the old monk was drenched by the rain, bits of flesh burst forth from his body; when the wind blew him, his bones were almost visible; and when lightning struck him, his white bones turned black.

This is the rhythm of heaven and earth, and Heaven is targeting him.

The world is so vast, there is nowhere to hide.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang no longer "controls" the rhythm of all things, but merges with the Dao, becoming the only rule that cannot be violated.

With a thought, even the light and shadow transformed into sword light, shooting towards the old monk.

Jin Tai was no exception. His true energy was "synchronized" with Ren Shaoyang to a certain frequency and used by him. He involuntarily unleashed a palm strike.

He raised his hands high as if supporting the sky, and with his palms outward, he unleashed five kinds of mountain-like power, which merged and collided with each other, creating a mysterious and unpredictable force.

This is the fourth move of "Heaven and Earth Tremble" - "Mountains and Gods Tremble!"

This technique absorbs the spiritual energy of the five famous mountains: Mount Tai in the east, Mount Heng in the south, Mount Hua in the west, Mount Heng in the north, and Mount Song in the center. It is also known as "The Five Sacred Mountains Startle the Gods and Spirits".

Back then, Yiyouzi fought a great battle with Shen Gongbao, and even when he used the third move, "Water Rising to the Sky," he still failed to defeat Shen Gongbao.

Just as he unleashed his fourth strike, his dantian shattered, and his meridians exploded throughout his body as he continued the attack, resulting in his death. This demonstrates the power of this move: it kills a thousand enemies but also inflicts eight hundred casualties on the user.

However, as Jin Tai soared into the sky and unleashed this move with both palms, he suddenly felt his body expand, as if he had gained boundless power. His whole body was burning hot, and he only wanted to release that strange energy to the fullest extent.

boom!
In an instant, it was as if a thousand thunderclaps had roared at once.

"The mountains are terrified, even ghosts and gods are startled!"

With a sharp whistle, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting, Jin Tai clapped his hands together, and the qi exploded in all directions like a huge wave.

The light was blindingly bright, and amidst the thunder and lightning, the waterfall suddenly shattered!
Then came a loud "boom".

Two terrifying palm-shaped holes were carved into the entire mountain, and amidst the falling rocks, the distant mountain ranges and plains could be seen.

The next instant, deafening explosions erupted, and the earth shook.

With a "crashing" sound, soil and rocks rolled down the mountain, the cliff collapsed, and the whole mountain collapsed with a roar, and dust immediately filled the valley.

Jin Tai got up with disheveled hair, first looking blankly at the pile of rubble shrouded in smoke and dust in front of him, then looking at himself.

Finally, looking at the white-robed man sitting imposingly on the rock, his eyes slowly cleared.

He was stunned for a moment.

He pointed at himself in disbelief: "I did it?"

Ren Shaoyang's laughter rang out: "Congratulations, Marshal Jin! One palm strike shatters mountains and startles even ghosts and gods! This will surely become a legendary tale for all time."

"Me, really me?" Upon hearing this, Jin Tai burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face. His laughter was filled with disbelief and the joy of making his name in history.

Suddenly, he looked at Ren Shaoyang, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Sword God Ren, I know that without your 'Harmonious Heavenly Law' assistance, even if I chewed my old bones to pieces, I still wouldn't be able to unleash this move!" As he spoke, he bowed deeply, "Old Jin is extremely grateful!"

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand, looked at the pile of rubble, and had an inscrutable expression.

Suddenly, he smiled and pointed to the mountain of pebbles, saying, "Marshal Jin, do you think King Kinnara is dead or not?"

Jin Tai looked at it as instructed, then frowned: "They're still not dead?"

"If only it were that simple." Ren Shaoyang's expression was complicated. "I'm going now."

After saying that, to Jin Tai's astonishment, he leaped away and vanished without a trace, appearing and disappearing as if by magic, with no one knowing where he went.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!

A light rain suddenly began to fall from the sky. Jin Tai stood alone in the middle of it and sighed softly, "Senior, come out."

Suddenly, the pile of stones ahead bulged up, and with a whoosh, a figure leaped out.

He was handsome and dashing, with jet-black hair, but he was completely naked and looked rather disheveled.

Xiaoyaozi laughed heartily: "Those two gods and demons are finally gone."

Jin Tai looked at him with pity: "You've lost the chance to become a 'True Person,' aren't you sad?"

Xiaoyaozi sat down on the ground, shook his head and laughed, "This old Daoist has been unrestrained for a long time. To be reborn after shedding my old body is a gain!" He added, "Besides, my fate is already set, and my position as a True Person has long been determined, so why should I fight for it?"

Jin Tai smiled and said, "Senior is quite open-minded."

"What can I do if I can't take it easy?" Xiaoyaozi glanced at him sideways. "One is a living god and demon, the other is a sword god who has reached the Dao. Which one can I afford to offend?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Tai was convinced and sat on the ground, looking at the huge pile of rubble.

"When they reach that level, they no longer care about things like the 'Innate Universe Skill' or the 'Heavenly Demon Skill'."

“That makes sense.” Xiaoyaozi gave a bitter smile. “In their eyes, you and I are no different from ants.”

Jin Tai remained silent for a moment, then asked, "What are your plans for the future, Senior?"

Xiaoyaozi gazed at the eastern clouds, his eyes distant: "My old self has just departed, but my mind has suddenly become clear, and I have seen a corner of the future. The fortunes of Wudang Mountain are about to rise, and the Xuanmen will split into nine branches. This old Taoist should go and join in the fun."

"What about Li Canghai? Aren't you going to save him?"

"Save them, of course I'll save them!" Xiaoyaozi raised his hand and waved it, causing ripples in the air. "Before the Sword God left, he gave me a 'Harmony', which is enough to save them."

"You're really lucky," Jin Tai said enviously.

“You’re not bad either,” Xiaoyaozi chuckled.

“It’s different.” Jin Tai shook his head, then glanced at him again. “My butt isn’t as white as yours.”

"Fuck your grandma!"

(End of this chapter)