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

Chapter 581 The Three Fiends Unite
The longsword swam towards them, looking as lively as a dragon.

Ding An quickly punched the tip of the sword, then turned around to avoid the blade.

Ren Shaoyang brandished his longsword, which instantly shifted nine positions.

Although Ding An was highly skilled in martial arts, he felt guilty at this moment, and his moves were slightly weaker.

The white-robed man's killing intent surged, and his sword strikes became even faster and more deadly.

Ding An watched as the sword tip shifted between reality and illusion, and suddenly felt dizzy. A sharp pain shot through his throat as the longsword pressed against him. Before he could think further, his divine power protected him, and his throat instantly became as hard as steel, impervious to swords and blades.

But instead of stabbing her, he grabbed the dragon and asked sharply, "Why did you kill her?"

Ding'an's lips trembled, and he could not speak.

Ren Shaoyang glared at him, blood trickling from the corner of his eye: "I'll ask you one last time, why did you kill her?!"

Ding An said in a trembling voice, "We were fighting back then. The little beggar was too ruthless, and I couldn't withstand it, so I used the 'Kinnara Fist,' which unexpectedly destroyed her spirit."

Kinnara Fist?

Ren Shaoyang was suddenly startled and turned to look at the old monk.

But then the sweeping monk smiled faintly and suddenly shouted, "Ding'an, make your move!"

Upon hearing his shout, Ding'an suddenly looked up at Ren Shaoyang's face. Upon seeing this, Ren Shaoyang seemed to be stunned, and the sword in his hand immediately fell to the ground.

"Drink!"

Ding An shouted sharply, then suddenly raised both fists, unleashing a torrent of energy that surged forward like raging waves.

The old monk clapped his hands and laughed: "It's done!"

Unexpectedly, the fist suddenly changed direction and smashed straight into his forehead!
"You!" The smug smile on the sweeping monk's face froze. Before he could utter a word, he was sent flying backward with a crash. With a crack, the tower body smashed open a large hole, and he rolled and tumbled like a snow dragon, disappearing without a trace.

Damn!
A beam of sword light shot out from the top of the tower, blooming between heaven and earth.

The next moment, the sky turned red, and the sword light fell straight down from the sky like a meteorite.

"boom!"

A massive explosion erupted, sending chills down the spines of the surrounding mountains.

Within the open space of the Yuwang Temple, sword intent surged forth, sword energy transforming from formless to tangible, radiating outwards. Ancient pines around them snapped and collapsed with a crash, and snow instantly billowed across the field.

Amidst the chaos and turmoil, a tall and imposing figure stood out. With his robes fluttering, Ren Shaoyang surveyed the surroundings with disdain. His hands were tucked into his sleeves, and the moonlight around him flickered, appearing and disappearing as if it were devouring the light.

The old monk stood opposite him, his white robes billowing in the distance.

But then he reappeared in the form of "Kinnara," his upper body a deep green color, with dozens of sword wounds so deep that bone was visible, and a heartbeat could be faintly seen.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk took a deep breath, about to say something.

Suddenly, a figure shot up from the ground, shoving the sweeping monk away and throwing a punch in mid-air!
Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow, his eyes half-closed.

The falling snowflakes seemed to be flowing upwards against the current, swirling and tumbling upwards in a terrifying spectacle.

The wind and snow were like a curtain of pearls, five zhang, ten zhang, thirty zhang. The originally vast snow was forced back twenty or thirty zhang away by the powerful fist force of the person who came, like a white waterfall hanging upside down in the sky.

In an instant, the fist landed on the sweeping monk's chest.

Rumble!
Thunder roared and echoed across the snow-covered plain, instantly clearing away the falling snow, creating an endless expanse with a terrifying force.

The old monk drew a circle in the air, and then crashed down like a meteorite, creating a huge crater.

The surrounding snow rose into the air, crushed into dust, like a white ripple, pushed out by the cold wind, like a raging storm, twisting wildly.

This is not finished.

With a sharp "whoosh," the blade rang out!
Suddenly, a dazzling red light erupted from heaven and earth, captivating and mesmerizing.

The wind howled, and Ren Shaoyang's full head of gray hair was swept back, swirling like flames. A smile played on his lips: "Now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared, instantly transforming into thousands of streaks of blood-red light. Amidst this dazzling and ever-changing spectacle, a line of small characters, full of poetic charm, was revealed.

"The red candlelight illuminates the human world!"

The curved blade, the curved edge, resembled a crescent moon tinged with blood.

The world's most powerful demonic sword, "Candle Flower Red," has reappeared!

Chi Chi!
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, splattering blood all over the ground, turning the surrounding area crimson. The scorching heat evaporated the snow in the yard, turning it into water.

The knife rises and falls.

As the flash of the blade faded, a petite figure stood out in the wind and snow, grinning mischievously, with a round head and a chubby face.

Who else could it be but the little beggar?
"Crippled man, aren't I awesome?!" Hongxiu pointed at the bones and bits of flesh on the ground and shouted proudly.

Ren Shaoyang stepped forward, grabbed her round face, and looked her up and down: "Where did you come from?"

"Ouch, that hurts!" Hongxiu slapped his hand away, rubbing her face. "It all started when Ding'an punched me and blew me apart."

"Wow, you really exploded?" Ren Shaoyang's eyes widened.

"Of course!" the little beggar nodded, taking it for granted, "Just tear him apart with five horses!"

"Sever your hand!" Ren Shaoyang's face turned pale, and he turned to stare at him ruthlessly. "You really went all out."

Ding'an stood there in a panic, her small hands tucked into her sleeves, her lips trembling.

Seeing his cowardly behavior, Ren Shaoyang immediately understood and couldn't help but sigh, saying, "You coward!"

Hongxiu chimed in, "Ha, after he blew me up, Cripple, guess what happened?"

"What's wrong?"

"I used the 'Beauty's Wrath' technique to separate my primordial spirit and possess the severed hand," the little beggar said proudly, hands on his hips.

"Your primordial spirit is possessing the severed hand?" Ren Shaoyang asked. "What about the original body?"

"Of course, it's my sister who's in control!"

Hongxiu's eyes widened in surprise. Her younger sister chimed in, "Brother Shaoyang, I possess Phoenix Blood Dragon Essence. My body healed automatically when I fell off the cliff." As she spoke, she made a furtive dog-like stalking gesture. "I'll secretly follow behind Brother Ding'an, waiting for you to give me the signal before I make my move!"

With her eyes clearing, Hongxiu came to her senses, swung her knife, and cackled, "Just like that, this old bald thief's face is covered in peach blossoms with one slash!"

After listening to the whole story, Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Well done!"

Ding'an shuffled over hesitantly, then gave a thumbs-up: "Little beggar, you're amazing."

Hongxiu was furious at the sight of him and shouted, "You bald monk, you rotten duck egg, get lost!"

Ding An frowned, withdrew his hand, and stood still, thinking to himself, "I deserve it!" Overwhelmed with regret, he slapped himself hard twice, his cheeks immediately swelling up.

Hongxiu exclaimed in surprise, "What...what are you doing?"

Ding An paused for a moment, composed himself, and sighed, "Little beggar, I'm a complete scoundrel, I'm so sorry."

Hongxiu knew he felt guilty for killing her, and seeing his swollen cheeks, her heart softened. She glared at him and snorted, "If this heroine hadn't planned ahead, how could you have blown me up?"

Ding'an scratched his head and said blankly, "Huh? Huh?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "The little beggar has 'Blood in the Wind,' possesses unparalleled poison skills, and can stop all things in her anger. She doesn't want to die. Your 'Kinnara Fist' will never kill her!"

"Then why is she angry?"

Hongxiu sneered, "If I get angry, you'll kill yourself!" The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She tapped his nose with her slender finger and said, "You have the power of the Four Spirits, so it's extremely difficult for outsiders to kill you, but you can't help but want to kill yourself! Besides, I'm possessing your body. If you commit suicide, won't I become a wandering ghost?"

"Oh dear!" Ding An finally understood, and immediately felt ashamed and embarrassed, unable to say anything.

Ren Shaoyang stared at him for a long time, then suddenly said, "Severed hand."

Ding An looked up: "Huh?"

Ren Shaoyang said solemnly and slowly, "From now on, you are not allowed to have any more thoughts of suicide, and I will never let you be bullied again."

Ding An sighed and said sadly, "I'm not afraid of being bullied by others, but I'm afraid of being bullied by that little beggar."

Hongxiu gritted her teeth and said, "You fucking blew me up!" She got angrier and angrier as she spoke, and stepped forward to elbow him repeatedly.

Ding'an was elbowed so hard he cried out and ran away with his head in his hands.

Ren Shaoyang watched them playfully with a smile, then suddenly frowned, turned to look at the skeleton in the pit, and remained silent.

Seeing that the white-robed man's smile had faded, Hongxiu and Ding'an stopped their playful banter and came over to ask, "What's wrong?"

Ren Shaoyang sneered, "Judging by appearances."

Hongxiu asked, "What is pretense?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "People can pretend to be gods and ghosts, and gods and ghosts can also pretend to be kind-faced old monks." He paused, then sneered, "Old monks can, of course, pretend to be dead."

Hongxiu instantly understood and laughed, "Are there really such shameless ghosts and gods in this world?"

“Of course!” Ren Shaoyang said, “For example, sacrificing an old dragon that is also one of the Eight Heavenly Dragons to protect oneself from disaster.”

Ding'an and Hongxiu turned their heads together and looked towards the tower.

The man stood at the gap in the tower, his expression indifferent, his face ashen. Seeing the two men's gazes upon him, he gave a wry smile and clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.

Hongxiu pondered, "This dragon is really unlucky."

Ding An sighed, "How could I have been so lucky to hit him right where it hurts?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "It may be that Heaven is using your hand to bring Him a calamity."

Ding An was taken aback and asked, "Really?"

Hongxiu glanced at him sideways: "Can't you tell that's such an obvious way of comforting me?"

Ding An was quite annoyed. He scratched his head and suddenly noticed a man in white standing to the side, staring intently at the skeleton in the pit, looking lost in thought. He couldn't help but ask, "Crippled man, what are you looking at?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "I'm watching this as a joke."

Ding An asked, "What joke?" He suddenly pointed to himself, "Me?" He thought to himself that Ren Shaoyang must be laughing at his naivety.

To everyone's surprise, Ren Shaoyang shook his head and said, "Of course not." He then turned to ask him, "If you were beaten to a pulp and lying on the ground, what would you do next?"

Without hesitation, Ding'an replied, "Is that even a question? Of course, we should get up and take him down!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly and looked at the little beggar.

Hongxiu laughed, "Anyone who can break my indestructible body and knock me down will obviously play dead first, and then find an opportunity to ambush me after I recover!" She flicked her clothes and also turned her gaze to the pit, "Especially those who are used to using schemes and tricks."

Ding An was startled, but seeing the two men's grim expressions, devoid of any playful demeanor, he exclaimed, "What do you mean?" His gaze fell upon the large pit, "His remains are still alive?"

"Otherwise what?" Hongxiu asked in return.

Ding An was stunned and said, "The human bones have all turned to dust, how could they still be there?"

Seeing his dazed look, Hongxiu said angrily, "You stupid severed hand! Didn't I also get blown apart and I'm still fine?"

Ding'an touched his bald head and said, "That makes sense!"

Hongxiu poked his bald head with a finger and said, "You looked rather cunning back at Leigu Mountain, but now you've become so naive?"

Ding An chuckled, scratching his head: "As the cripple once said, turning evil makes you three times stronger, turning white makes you three times weaker!"

Ren Shaoyang suddenly had a thought and said to the two of them, "Be careful!"

As the words were spoken, a strange sight suddenly appeared: the snow that covered the surrounding area for hundreds of miles suddenly condensed together, like a snow mountain crashing down.

"I'll do it!" Ding An stepped forward, his eyes suddenly gleaming like the sun burning the sky, his black robe billowing, and his hands slowly clenching into fists.

In an instant, a wave of fire surged forth from his body, scorching the sky and burning the earth.

The falling snow mountain melted at a visible speed while still in mid-air, sending up plumes of white steam.

A rushing sound arose, and the white vapor, encountering the cold air, began to rain.

Ren Shaoyang raised his hand and waved it: "Escape from the Netherworld Sword!"

A light drizzle suddenly condensed into ice, transforming into countless tiny ice swords that hissed and shot towards the source of the storm like a rain of arrows.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant rang out, seemingly as resounding as thunder, yet inexplicably interspersed with demonic sounds, like whispers, layer upon layer, echoing in all directions, shaking heaven and earth.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The ice sword shattered suddenly, turning into a sky full of icy mist that drifted down.

Like a drunken man, the tower shook violently a few times before finally giving way.

With a loud crash, the whole thing collapsed.

"Alas, relying on heaven, earth, and friends is all one can do." The person in the tower looked at the constantly falling bricks and tiles and sighed, "In the end, it's better to rely on oneself." After saying this, his figure suddenly disappeared, turning into a beam of light and falling into the well.

At the same time, the scene changed drastically.

Amidst the commotion, the heavy snow seemed to be stopped by that single Buddhist chant.

The sun was high in the sky, and auspicious clouds filled the air, making it a truly fine day.

In mid-air, the old monk sat cross-legged, his single horn pointing to the sky. With long ears and a broad jaw, he revealed his demonic appearance and smiled, saying, "You three bumpkins have really caused this old monk a lot of trouble."

"Hey!" Ren Shao pointed his halberd at him, laughing and cursing, "You brought this on yourself, why blame us?"

"If it weren't for you, how could this old monk have ended up like this?"

"So what?" Hongxiu said, hands on her hips. "If you hadn't harmed us, would you have suffered this retribution?"

"That's right!"

Ding An looked up at him and shouted, "If you hadn't plotted against me, how could you have been rejected by heaven and earth?" As he spoke, he pointed to himself with his thumb, "Don't you know that I am the most beloved child of heaven?"

These words were spoken with such force that they startled the old monk.

Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu looked at him with new respect.

Even the old dragon, back in the well, couldn't help but peek over the edge.

After a long pause, the old monk snorted coldly, "How arrogant!"

"I think you're just being arrogant!" Ding An's confidence surged. He suddenly took off his black robe, revealing a dragon on his back, and pointed his halberd, shouting, "I can tell at a glance that you're not human! How dare you spout nonsense here?"

I'll expose your true colors!

With a flash, Ding An soared into the sky, his whole body radiating a captivating purple aura that made Ren Shaoyang and the other man's eyes turn purple as well.

"Crippled man." Hongxiu tugged at Ren Shaoyang's sleeve. "Is this old bald thief's original form?"

"That's not the point." Ren Shaoyang was somewhat agitated, yet also a little doubtful. "Don't you think the lines spoken by the severed hand are a bit off?"

"What's wrong?"

"No, this is really wrong!" Ren Shaoyang cursed. "He looks just like Fahai!"

(End of this chapter)