Turbid World: Martial Arts Master of the Republic of China Era, I Cultivate Immortality!

Chapter 98 The Sutra of Salvation Through All Phenomena (Complete)! (Seeking votes at the beginning of the month!)

Suddenly, a series of eerie winds arose between heaven and earth, causing the branches and leaves of the large trees around the dilapidated temple to sway wildly like a horde of demons, making a rustling sound.

"Hehehe—"

A series of chilling laughs, seemingly a duet, rang out continuously. Zhao Zheng and his group saw pale green ghostly figures flying around from all directions.

As the ghastly green shadows flew, they emitted ghostly wails and howls, displaying a terrifying and horrifying appearance, which made Zhao Zheng feel bored.

The pale green ghostly figures all around looked terrifying, but—they were only terrifying in appearance. The pale green ghostly figures were of average strength, and he felt that they were not as strong as the red-clothed female ghost he had encountered when he went to the back mountain of Renjia Village.

A bunch of idiots with amazing special effects but terrible acting skills.

"Senior brother, you've finally decided to come back—"

The laughter stopped, replaced by a voice filled with resentment. The voice was neither male nor female, and sounded similar to that of the Tree Demon Granny—well, the other person also looked like the Tree Demon Granny.

Zhao Zheng, feeling somewhat disgusted by the sight of the man in the dilapidated temple's main hall, frowned slightly as he looked at the middle-aged man, whose gender was unclear, appearing in the courtyard outside the temple.

Not the tree demon grandmother who looks like a man—but a Taoist priest with a face split in two, half male and half female.

The scroll of painting bones has been opened!

Shu Yi's favorability towards you: 30.

Seeing that this Daoist Suo Shuyi clearly disliked him and that his favorability towards her was constantly decreasing, Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow and looked at the Daoist robes that she wore, which were similar to those worn by Chen Bohua and his group.

The Taoist robes with slightly different colors and details, the main colors of the Taoist robes worn by Taoist Shuyi are black and purple, which looks quite unorthodox!

With a complicated expression, Jiang Jingchu bowed to Shu Yi and called her "Shishu" (a term of respect for a senior martial arts master). The three junior brothers, Yun and Shu Yi, who were bound by Chen Bohua with magic cloth, were still unconscious. Otherwise, they would have shouted "Shishu, save me!" and "Shishu, the treasure left by Master is on Jiang Jingchu!"

"Master's daughter—Master's daughter—Alas, I never thought that you would finally do as your master said back then, and you would go astray in refining the Yin-Yang Fusion and Transformation Technique, and fall into the demonic path—" Chen Bohua walked out of the dilapidated temple hall.

He looked at Shu Yi with a complicated expression and spoke, his eyes filled with memories and melancholy, a mix of emotions constantly surfacing.

"Heh, how could a piece of trash like you, who hasn't even practiced the Yin-Yang Fusion and Transformation Technique, possibly understand the profound mystery of the Yin-Yang True Meaning beyond form and spirit!"

Shu Yi spoke with disdain and contempt on her yin-yang face. Zhao Zheng blinked, looking at the chaotic yin and yang within her body.

Looking at Shu Yi, whose body clearly suffered from an intractable yin-yang imbalance, he understood: she was a stubborn fool!

Just as Zhao Zheng was about to speak, he heard Shu Yi say, "Let's not talk about that. I wonder how you and Senior Brother have been doing since I left?"

"???"

I've arrived in Chengdu?

Is this not actually Xiaoxiang?

Zhao Zheng frowned, quickly stepped back, and distanced himself from Chen Bohua. He didn't mean anything by it; he just couldn't accept male-male or female-female relationships—though pretty ones were barely acceptable.

"Oh, junior sister, how many times do I have to explain before you believe me? My senior brother and I just share the same interests, we're as close as brothers, it's not like we're gay!"

Chen Bohua smiled bitterly, and Jiang Jingchu, who was leaning against the door behind her, widened her eyes. She knew there was a story between her master and her two uncles, but she didn't expect the story to be so explosive.

In an instant, Jiang Jingchu's face was no longer pale, and her spirits were no longer low. It was just that she didn't know whether it was the effect of the Two Elements Transformation Pill or the Eight Trigrams Heart that suppressed her injuries.

Looking at his silent junior sister, Chen Bohua sighed, "You were too jealous back then. If not for that, how could you have ended up in this neither-male-nor-female state!"

"Hmph, it seems you're nothing more than one of those ordinary mortals obsessed with the distinction between men and women. How could you possibly understand the wonder of my unity of all beings!"

Shu Yi snorted and spoke, and as she spoke, a man's and a woman's voices rang out at the same time, showing their stubbornness to the end.

As she spoke, her expression grew colder, "Alright, I'm not going to waste any more words with you. Hand over the treasure—or the two Yin-Yang Transformation Pills that Master left behind, or you will all die!"

She came here specifically for the Two Elements Mortal Transformation Pill, hoping to use its medicinal power to advance her cultivation level further.

The premise is that her senior brother really left behind the two Yin-Yang Transformation Pills that their master had refined back then, but it's uncertain whether they were successfully refined.

"???"

Am I going to die too?

Zhao Zheng looked bewildered. To be honest, he didn't quite understand why cultivators and martial artists in this world died so easily.

Why not just sit down and have a peaceful chat to resolve the issue? Why resort to fighting and killing?

Hmm? Here's the problem!

"Does this Ziyun Temple have two other Yin-Yang Transformation Pills?" Zhao Zheng suddenly wondered. Then he saw Chen Bohua subconsciously glance at him and Jiang Jingchu.

".——"X1+1

Oh no, this is it!

Zhao Zheng and a certain gossip thought to themselves, and Chen Bohua, who was at the entrance of the main hall, also realized that he should not look at the two of them and quickly looked away.

However, Chen Bohua withdrew his gaze and expression a step too late. Shu Yi seemed to understand something, and looked at Jiang Jingchu and Zhao Zhengdao with an extremely ugly expression.

"Very well, it seems you have already taken the Yin-Yang Transformation Pill left by Master—Senior Brother, you really are my good Senior Brother! Not only did you steal my Senior Brother, but you even want to cut off my path to the Heavenly Transformation of Yin-Yang Return to the Dao!"

Shu Yi never expected that the Two Elements Mortal Transformation Pill was actually among the things left behind by her senior brother, and she never expected that she would be a step too late.

"I—no, but as for the Two Elements Mortal Transformation Pill, I can help you find the medicinal materials and refine it for you!" Chen Bohua quickly said.

But it was too late. Shu Yi coldly said to Jiang Jingchu and Zhao Zheng, "Eating either of you would be the same!"

Having said that, Shu Yi waved her hand, and as she opened her sleeve, a series of ghastly green ghostly figures swarmed towards the dilapidated temple hall.

At the same time, she moved swiftly, transforming into a blur as she pounced towards Chen Bohua, causing Chen Bohua to immediately turn around.

"Fellow Daoist, please protect my nephew's life!"

Chen Bohua said something to Zhao Zheng with a solemn expression, then transformed into a streak of green light and crashed into Shu Yi. The two immediately flew into the sky upon contact, one black and one green streak colliding continuously, creating bursts of thunderous explosions.

Unbeknownst to them, they retreated deep into the dilapidated temple. Zhao Zheng, who was protecting everyone in front of him, stared expressionlessly at Jiang Jingchu, who had not asked him for help but instead held her sword and looked at the ghastly green ghostly figures with a death-defying air.

Okay, this March 8th looks like—

The state was terrified!

Zhao Zheng cursed inwardly, then swiftly moved to the entrance of the main hall, pushing aside Jiang Jingchu, who was standing there dumbfounded, about to be pounced on by the ghastly green ghostly figure.

Oh, you weren't scared out of your wits!

Intimidation skill?

Zhao Zheng commented on the approaching ghostly figures, but Jiang Jingchu, who had just come to her senses, looked at Zhao Zheng, whose body was being penetrated by the ghostly figures, with a drastic change in expression. She spoke with a sorrowful tone.

"No"

"...Ren Zhao Zheng turned his head expressionlessly and looked at Jiang Jingchu with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot. Jiang Jingchu was stunned by his gaze."

"Are you...you're alright?"

"Do I need something?"

As Zhao Zheng spoke, he uttered an eerie sound that seemed to come from dozens of people speaking at once, causing Jiang Jingchu to widen her eyes in horror and back away, stammering, "You...you...you—"

But before she could even speak, she noticed something: Zhao Zheng's expression and demeanor remained unchanged.

Not only did she not change, but she also showed disgust, just as Zhao Zheng was looking at her with disdain.

She then saw distorted, terrified ghost faces appear on Zhao Zhengti's body, which should have been devoured by the ghosts.

"No, let me out—"

"Demon, Bodhidharma—"

"don't want"

"Ahhhhh—"

The ghosts cried out in terror, a sound that terrified Jiang Jingchu. For a moment, she saw a Buddha.

A giant Buddha with four heads and nine arms was smiling at her while holding up a flower, but suddenly, the Buddha disappeared and the golden light dissipated.

She saw a four-headed, nine-armed demon, made of bones and flesh, replace the Buddha, constantly stuffing demons into its mouth.

The horrifying crunching sounds continued, while eerie chants echoed in her ears.

"The suffering of all beings is ultimately without form—"

"Only by eradicating suffering can one find liberation; the root of suffering lies within itself."

"With one chant of the demonic siren, all returns to nothingness—"

The eerie chanting continued, and the figure of the four-headed, nine-armed demon became clearer and clearer. Just as Jiang Jingchu's pupils were widening, the demon vanished with a snap, and she felt a sharp pain in her cheek.

"???"

Jiang Jingchu covered her face in bewilderment, only to see Zhao Zheng withdraw his hand and say, "No need to thank me, but your Dao heart is truly weak. A mere group of ghosts has drawn out your inner demons?"

Before Jiang Jingchu could react, she heard Zhao Zheng mutter, "Just because I said you don't need to thank me doesn't mean you're not thanking me?"

"--Thanks!"

However, I'm very angry that you slapped me in the face without saying a word! Jiang Jingchu glared at Zhao Zheng expressionlessly.

"polite!"

Zhao Zheng grinned, glanced at the sky, and said to Jiang Jingchu, "Let's go. This place is not safe to stay in. Let's leave first!"

"But my martial uncle—"

"It's precisely because of your martial uncle that you should leave with me. After all, with you around, your martial uncle's chances of winning will drop by at least 70%—"

Zhao Zheng paused, ignoring Jiang Jingchu's darkening face, and continued packing his things, "And don't look at me like that. I can't fly, so I can't help your martial uncle!"

Zhao Zheng quickly packed up the corpse-suppressing lamp and other items, then took out the magic rope and swung it, splitting the rope into thirteen and fourteen pieces, which he used to bind the walking corpses, including Master Yan, and the four people including Jiang Jingchu.

With a single step, he led his zombie kites and human kites out of the dilapidated temple. As for how he managed to save his three junior brothers, Lianyun and the others as well.

Simplicity, because he is kind!

As everyone knows, Master Zhao has always been magnanimous!

"...

This person has a kind heart.

Jiang Jingchu, who was being tossed around like a kite by Zhao Zheng, looked at her three junior brothers, Yun, who kept crashing into trees with a pained expression, and was just thinking about it.

With a muffled thud, Jiang Jingchu hit her head on a tree and passed out. Zhao Zheng, who was running wildly through the woods, turned his head and silently apologized.

As the secret passage ended, he glanced up at the two streaks of light still colliding in the night sky, then flicked his sleeve, sending out eighteen invisibility talismans.

He then attached the items to himself, the walking corpses including Master Yan, and Jiang Jingchu and the others. After doing this, Zhao Zheng opened his left sleeve again.

As Zhao Zheng, who was running at top speed, raised an eyebrow at the divination that told him to jump off a cliff, he held the three silver dollars in his hand.

"An unparalleled martial arts technique has arrived?"

Three minutes later.

Below the cliff, not yet on the ground, in a cave halfway up the mountain, Zhao Zheng, who had piled Jiang Jingchu and the others aside, raised an eyebrow at a miniature alchemy furnace on the ground.

The magic-grade alchemy furnace is currently shrunk by magic and has been severely eroded by time. However, the three alchemy formulas carved on the stone wall next to it are worth taking a look at.

"In the second month of the year Bingwu, during my leisure time from refining medicine, I specially left behind three prescriptions and a furnace, so that future generations with the right affinity may take them and put them into practice!"

Those who know will know you left behind a magic weapon, but those who don't might think you left behind a celestial artifact, Zhao Zheng said, pursing his lips.

He secretly thought to himself that he had learned something, and wrote down these three pill formulas that had a slight auxiliary effect on cultivation. He also put away the alchemy furnace that he had lost when he was a child.

"I always said I lost a lot of things when I was a kid!"

Jiang Jingchu, who had regained consciousness and gotten up from the ground, was startled when she heard Zhao Zheng muttering to himself. She rubbed her aching head and looked at Zhao Zheng, who was putting away the alchemy furnace, with a twitching smile.

She didn't mention the alchemy furnace, but instead looked at the three alchemy formulas left on the stone wall and quickly memorized them.

After she finished writing it down, she saw Zhao Zheng walk to the stone wall opposite the one with the prescription and reach out to carve the words on the wall.

"In the mid-autumn of the year of Prince Zi, Zhao Zheng of the Ying clan, accompanied by thirteen flying zombies, passed through this place and specially left behind the ruthless sword path and the compassionate sword path for those with destiny—"

"???"

Is that a flying zombie?

Oh, flying zombies are also flying zombies!

Jiang Jingchu was speechless, but she roughly understood what kind of personality Zhao Zheng had, although she was more surprised by Zhao Zheng's name.

To be honest, she didn't quite understand how someone with the name Zhao Zheng could have successfully cultivated Taoism. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be able to cultivate Taoism.

However, she was soon drawn to the "Swordsmanship of Sentiment and Swordsmanship of Ruthlessness" written by Zhao Zheng.

"Those who follow the path of the sword with passion must reach the extreme of passion—to love one person, the sword's stroke is as if seeing their smile; to hate one person, the sword's fall is as if seeing their wound; to protect one person, I will go even if my sword is across a thousand armies—"

The sword has no fixed form; when emotions run deep, they themselves become moves. The heart is without thought; when intention reaches its peak, the sword arrives. The sword is cold, the heart is warm; the moves are ruthless, the intent is true. As long as there is love, the sword exists; when love is exhausted, the sword dies. Once the sword is drawn, life and death are not considered; only my heart's desire remains.

"The ruthless swordsman's heart is like a cold pool, leaving no trace—severing the seven emotions, the sword is without agitation; cutting off the six desires, the sword is without hesitation—abandoning life and death, the sword is without fear; forgetting honor and disgrace, the sword is without greed—"

—Neither saddened by personal loss nor elated by external gain, forgetting friend and foe, victory and defeat are both meaningless—a sword is simply a sword, the heart is as still as water—

"—The sword is the man, the man dies; the sword dies, the man dies. A single strike is a fatal blow, regardless of the user's own safety, only the victor's. This is the ruthless way of the sword—"

Zhao Chongyang Zheng carved characters with his fingers, writing faster and faster. After finishing the last stroke, he looked at the two opportunities he had left behind with satisfaction.

"Are these two styles of swordsmanship... real?"

Jiang Jingchu spoke hesitantly. It wasn't that she didn't understand martial arts; on the contrary, it was precisely because she did understand martial arts that she was confused.

"Of course it's true. I even saw Sword God Yixiao and Celestial Immortal back then—" Zhao Zheng said without turning his head.

"So, you practice all of them?"

Jiang Jingchu said nothing more. As Zhao Zheng looked at her with a strange gaze, she stopped asking questions and looked at the two sword techniques that Zhao Zheng had left on the wall.

She looked at the passionate swordsmanship, which was filled with the sentiment of "the deeper the love, the more intense the hate," and then at the ruthless swordsmanship, which was filled with the coldness of detachment.

Her gaze finally fell on Zhao Zheng, and for a moment, her expression softened and became complex.

"???"

What is this nagging woman thinking?

Zhao Zheng looked at Jiang Jingchu, whose favorability rating had skyrocketed from 70 to 80, with a strange expression, but he didn't care about these things.

He simply looked outside the cave and said, "You stay here and don't move. I'll go outside and see how their fight is going!"

"it is good."

Jiang Jingchu spoke softly, which made Zhao Zheng look at her with an even stranger expression before disappearing in a flash.

"Is it because you're thinking of her—?"

Jiang Jingchu murmured to herself as she thought of Zhao Zheng's last look, her gaze once again falling upon the Sentimental Sword Path and the Ruthless Sword Path inscribed on the stone wall.

Zhao Zheng was unaware of all this. Having affixed an invisibility talisman, he had already swiftly reached the top of the cliff and found a large tree to hide under.

It's strange, there's no one in the sky or on the ground!

Is the match over? Who won and who lost?

Zhao Zheng guessed that Chen Bohua was likely to lose, simply because it was the standard pattern.

Also, Chen Bohua was on the left at the time!

Just as he was thinking, a faint gust of wind sounded from behind. Zhao Zheng dodged and retreated rapidly, frowning as he looked at Chen Bohua, whose hand had landed on a tree because of his dodge.

Chen Bohua looks seriously injured!

"Fellow Daoist, your invisibility talisman isn't very effective against cultivators of my level—" Chen Bohua said to Zhao Zhengdao with a helpless expression.

"Oh, you won."

Zhao Zheng spoke, but before he could finish, gunshots rang out repeatedly, but the bullets did not hit Chen Bohua.

Instead, it strangely stopped half a meter in front of Chen Bohua, causing Zhao Zheng to raise an eyebrow and Chen Bohua to frown in confusion and ask.

"I'm curious, how did you see through my Yin-Yang Mixed Transformation?" As he spoke, Chen Bohua's appearance changed back to Shu Yi.

At the same time, the bullets that had been lying still in front of her began to fall to the ground with a clang. Zhao Zheng shook his head and said, "I didn't see through it!"

"???"

No, you fired without even realizing it?

Shu Yi was stunned. It was only because she reacted quickly that she realized that anyone else who reacted slowly would have been shot in all four limbs.

Her androgynous face, with its half-male, half-female features, furrowed as she looked at Zhao Zheng with a puzzled expression: "Aren't you afraid of accidentally hurting my second senior brother?"

"At worst, I'll apologize afterward. I believe he'll understand and forgive me," Zhao Zheng said, putting away his Colt pistol.

"You—you certainly are—"

Shu Yi remained silent. She genuinely didn't know how to evaluate Zhao Zheng; in short, Zhao Zheng had left her speechless.

"Zhao Zheng, the abbot of the Zuowang Temple of the Maoshan Sect's seventy-two temples, senior, do you really want to be an enemy of the Maoshan Sect?" Zhao Zheng spoke, forming the Three Mountains Alliance Seal with his hands, while simultaneously circulating the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture and displaying the characteristics of a Maoshan Sect disciple.

To be honest, there's something off about the tone of your statement!

Shu Yi really wanted to ask who the demonic cultivator was, but she didn't. She just frowned and looked at Zhao Zheng, then suddenly sneered.

"Emperor Gao of the Mountain—"

Bang! Bang! Bang! A series of gunshots rang out. Shu Yi clenched her fists and looked at Zhao Zheng, who had run away after firing the shots, and sneered.

"What a cunning little brat!"

"You hermaphrodite, rotten ass!"

"you--"

"You hermaphrodite, rotten ass!"

"die!"

Enraged, Shu Yi waved her hand, and ghostly figures flew out from her sleeves again, but they were different from the previous ghastly green ghostly figures.

This time, the ghostly figures were horribly dead infants. The eighteen ghostly infants let out mournful cries and pounced on Zhao Zheng, who had already run a hundred meters away. Their speed was so fast that Zhao Zheng really couldn't understand it.

How can they run so fast when their legs are so short!

The cleverness was fleeting; Zhao Zheng cried out in pain as the ghost infants burrowed into his body and he struggled on the ground.

Shu Yi's eyelids twitched as she looked at Zhao Zheng, who couldn't even act properly, and raised her left hand, which resembled a man's, to slap him from a distance!

A massive, pitch-black palm print, ten feet long, materialized out of thin air, tearing through the air and striking the spot where Zhao Zheng was lying.

With a bang, the soil crumbled, the trees turned to dust, and a palm print ten feet long appeared on the ground. After Shu Yi raised her sleeve and blew away the dust,

She looked at Zhao Zheng, who hadn't been hit and hadn't run away, with some surprise, but was just standing behind the palm print looking at her.

"Are you alright?"

Shu Yi looked at Zhao Zheng, whose body was surging with yin energy, but whose expression remained unchanged, as if he was completely unaffected.

If she hadn't known that what she had just unleashed were the Eighteen Heart-Eating Evil Infants, she would have thought that nothing had been unleashed at all. "It feels pretty good—"

Zhao Zheng extended his right hand, which was surrounded by the yin energy of the ghost infants, clenched his fist, and cracked the air with a snap. At the same time, the terrified faces of the eighteen ghost infants kept emerging from his body.

"Waaaaah, I'm scared—"

"I want to go home—"

"Master, save me!"

The terrified cries of the ghost infants rose from their fearful faces, but were silenced one by one by Zhao Zheng.

Seeing Shu Yi staring blankly at the scene before her, she swallowed hard and looked at Zhao Zhengdao warily.

"I have a way to force out the medicinal power. Leave behind the medicinal power of the Two Elements Mortal Transformation Pill you swallowed, and I will let you go—"

"Where is Chen Bohua?"

Zhao Zheng interrupted, but Shu Yi wasn't angry. She simply reached out her left hand and covered the left half of the man's face with it.

As the hand fell, half of Chen Bohua's face was revealed. Chen Bohua said with a bitter expression, "This humble Taoist is incompetent—"

Unfortunately, his words disappeared as Shu Yi touched her left cheek, and she looked at him with a smile.

"I'll say it again: leave behind the medicinal power of the Two Elements Mortal Transformation Pill and hand over Jiang Jingchu, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, if he dies, you die too—" Shu Yi said, then suddenly smiled.

"I forgot to mention, your Fellow Daoist Chen has already been swallowed by me using the Yin-Yang Devouring Dao Fusion Technique. Now his life is intertwined with mine; if I die, he will die with me!"

"Oh, is that so? This is tricky. Why don't you just kill him first? Otherwise, you'll make me take another life!"

"???"

No, which of us is the demonic one?

Listen to what you're saying.

Shu Yi was stunned. Not only was she stunned, but Chen Bohua, who had been swallowed into her dantian but could still see the outside world, was also stunned.

"Can't I?"

"--cannot!"

Shu Yi suppressed the urge to kill Zhao Zheng and said, "Okay." After she finished speaking, she saw Zhao Zheng say "Okay" with a regretful look on his face, and then suddenly asked.

Have you ever spat on the ground?

"???"

Is this kid crazy?!

Shu Yi was stunned by the question. Just as she was about to make a move, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out from all around.

Under the influence of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Divine Skill, the blood and filth returned to where they came from, heading straight for Shu Yi's mouth.

Shu Yi's expression changed, and she quickly dodged, trying to disperse the filth with her hands, but she was too slow. Two streams of filth, one red and one yellow, flew into her mouth, causing her to gag.

Just as she was wondering why Zhao Zheng didn't take the opportunity to attack her, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, streaks of yellowish liquid shot through the air and headed straight for her crotch, making her widen her eyes and glare angrily at Zhao Zheng.

"you--"

Zhao Zheng didn't want to speak because he felt that using the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Divine Skill was a little disgusting. Just as Shu Yi was frantically trying to disperse her urine, finally, a stream of urine that had gone out returned, making her widen her eyes and grunt.

A burst of dazzling golden light erupted, and before Shu Yi could even react, she felt a sharp pain on her face, one after another.

Thump! Thump! Thump! The powerful man unleashed three more punches, delivering the Five Rejuvenation Technique. As Shu Yi felt the pain, she also experienced a surge of lust and urinary incontinence.

The scene was quite an eyesore, and Zhao Zheng didn't really want to describe it. Anyway, under the double blessing of the Five No Rejuvenation Technique's urinary incontinence and the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Divine Skill's return, Shu Yi was beaten and cursed throughout, and this lasted for a minute.

With a bang, a blur of motion shot backward, crashing into several large trees before finally coming to a stop. It was clearly not Shu Yi who had broken the trees.

Instead, it was because his skill was interrupted that Zhao Zheng, whose sternum collapsed after being struck by Shu Yi's palm, landed and turned to run away.

"I'm going to kill you—"

As Shu Yi screamed hysterically in the sky, she slapped Zhao Zheng repeatedly as he fled into the woods.

Bang! Bang! Bang! One after another, jet-black palm prints, each ten feet long, appeared, and the trees in the forest turned to dust with a series of loud bangs.

In an instant, grass and trees flew everywhere, and soil crumbled, but Zhao Zheng, as cunning as a snake, not only missed his palm strike, but also subtly increased the distance between himself and Shu Yi.

"Stop right there! Stop right there!"

Shu Yi screamed wildly in the sky. Having suffered the ultimate humiliation in her life, all she could think about was killing Zhao Zheng.

Seeing Zhao Zheng's relentless movements, she grabbed at her dantian, pulled out Chen Bo's upper body, and threatened him.

"If you run again, I'll kill him!"

As she spoke, Shu Yi grabbed Chen Bohua's arm, who was powerless to resist, and twisted it. The sound of bones breaking and Chen Bohua's miserable screams immediately echoed through the small mountain.

But Zhao Zheng, instead of stopping, shouted even faster without turning his head, "Fellow Daoist Chen, may you have a safe journey!"

"???"

No, you—

Chen Bohua was stunned for a moment, then let out another shrill scream. He looked helplessly at his other arm that had been broken, but he gritted his teeth and lowered his head without saying a word.

Shu Yi tormented Chen Bohua a little more, and when she found that Zhao Zheng didn't care at all, she let out a hysterical roar and chased after Zhao Zheng, who was even faster than her, in the sky.

The two chased each other, with Shu Yi unleashing her skills in the air while Zhao Zheng started cursing on the ground. He didn't say much, just one sentence.

"Hermaphrodite's rotten ass—"

"Hermaphrodite's rotten ass—"

"Hermaphrodite's rotten ass—"

"Aaaaah, I want you dead!"

Shu Yi's face flushed red, and her speed increased by another third. However, despite her increased speed, she strangely failed to attack Zhao Zheng more than a few times, which made her roar repeatedly in anger.

He was a complete incompetent ruler—well, that's not wrong, since the other party was currently in a demonic state where yin and yang were one.

In this way, Zhao Zheng took Shu Yi for a quarter of an hour, and the vegetation on the small hill where the dilapidated temple was located was almost completely destroyed.

Just as Shu Yi was about to give up, she suddenly noticed Zhao Zheng had stopped in the courtyard of the dilapidated temple, which startled her. Then, her eyes lit up with joy, but she remained cautious and did not immediately rush forward.

There's no other reason than that this kid is too cunning and treacherous!

Furthermore, they are extremely vicious!

"How much magic power do you have left?"

Zhao Zheng grinned, revealing dense, serrated white teeth like a shark's, while at the same time, demonic energy, as black as ink, surged around him.

A towering, four-headed, nine-armed magical figure appeared behind him, chanting eerie, demonic words in a low voice, "Salvate all beings, return to emptiness and be free from suffering."

"By your small strength, I prove my tranquil Zen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozens of ghostly figures and eighteen ghostly infants restrained within Zhao Zheng's body flew out wildly, scattering in all directions.

However, they stopped as soon as they flew out, their faces filled with terror as their limbs and facial features were bound by jet-black yet transparent threads extending from behind the great demon.

Immediately afterwards, the pitch-black demonic energy around them began to surge, and lotus platforms made of white bones and flesh appeared.

They sat back on the lotus platform with fanatical and devout expressions, coming behind the great demon. Even though their eyes were filled with fear, they quickly turned into fanaticism under the demonic voice.

Then, they chanted the Tao together.

"The suffering of all beings is inherently without form—"

"To deliver all sentient beings from suffering, and to return to emptiness—"

"By your small strength, I prove my tranquil Zen."

The chanting of sacred sounds and the chanting of demonic sounds alternated, and the Great Demon and Bodhidharma changed. Shu Yi subconsciously wanted to run away, but she was horrified to find that a sealing formation had been set up around her at some unknown time.

The sealing formation startled her, and she saw Zhao Zheng tilt his head back and take a deep breath. All seventy-two ghosts behind the Great Demon were transformed into streams of demonic energy and yin energy and devoured by him.

"You know what, I'm a pretty good actor—"

(Cultivation Method: The Sutra of Salvation from the Absence of All Phenomena (Completed))

[All realms are filled with suffering, a blazing inferno, bound by countless afflictions; birth itself is a calamity. I wield the demonic seal, four heads piercing through delusion, nine arms severing all illusions, for all phenomena are fundamentally nonexistent. The suffering of all beings can only be alleviated through annihilation—holding a bone lotus, I extinguish the cycle of suffering; with a single recitation of the demonic name, all return to nothingness—]

【Characteristic: Universal Salvation】

[Introduction: Crossing over is the exterior, devouring is the interior, all living beings are the fuel, and all power is bestowed upon the body.]

[Note: Bodhidharma, Great Demon, Bodhidharma—]

With just one skill point, the Myriad Forms of No Salvation Sutra, which was only at the beginner level, was strangely brought to the perfect level directly, and a characteristic called Universal Salvation was awakened.

Under this characteristic, Zhao Zheng can use the Demon Heart to activate the Bitter Silk to save everything, and then forcibly borrow the other party's power.

Although the other party will return to emptiness and nothingness after borrowing, this is good, because in this way, the other party will no longer have any troubles.

"You chased me and beat me for so long, now it's my turn to chase you and beat you—" Zhao Zheng's eyes were dark, and his face had a half-smile.

But Shu Yi saw no smile at all; all she could see were worlds being destroyed by the Great Demon.

A world filled with bones and flesh!

We must escape!

Shu Yi instinctively turned and ran, but she couldn't break through the sealing formation. She looked at Zhao Zheng, who had taken a step into the air and was several meters in front of her. With a fierce expression, she pulled Chen Bohua out of her dantian and held him in front of her.

"If you dare come any closer, I'll kill him!"

"I'll kill them for you. After all, I think Fellow Daoist Chen would be willing to give up his life for his junior disciples."

Zhao Zheng smiled and spoke. Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward, his fist still tearing through the air. This time, however, the air no longer howled, but instead produced a sonic boom.

The sonic boom shook the air, distorting it. Shu Yi cursed the madman as he put away Chen Bohua and raised his hand to slap him!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Black light and even darker light collided repeatedly above the ruined temple. In just a few breaths, the entire temple was reduced to ruins.

The area within a radius of several hundred meters, sealed off by the sealing formation, was also transformed into a gray world filled with dust.

With the seventy-two beings willing to return to emptiness and even their souls scattered to forcibly borrow power to empower him, Zhao Zheng unleashed a fighting force that temporarily matched Shu Yi's.

A loud thud—the sound of two palms colliding—was made Shu Yi somewhat puzzled, but she quickly understood.

She touched her neck in disbelief, then turned to Zhao Zheng, who was facing away from her and slowly sheathing his sword, and asked in confusion, "You—you really don't care about Chen Bohua's life—"

"There aren't many I can save—"

Without turning his head, Zhao Zheng spoke, and as he turned and stabbed Shu Yi several times, he said with a compassionate expression.

"When I am strong enough, I will save him."

"I will also guide you—"

Shu Yi looked puzzled by Zhao Zheng's words, but when she saw the sixteen-foot-tall, four-headed, nine-armed Buddha statue behind Zhao Zheng, she looked longingly at it.

"Thank you—9"

"You're welcome!"

Zhao Zheng grinned, and the giant Buddha behind him instantly transformed into a phantom of a great demon, opening its blood-red maw to bite at Shu Yi's soul.

He turned to look at the newly added being behind the Great Demon, and smiled slightly, saying, "Amitabha, another one added. I am one step closer to emptiness—hmm? Fellow Daoist Chen, how come you are still alive?"

"???"

Am I supposed to die?

On the ground, Chen Bohua, who had just emerged from Shu Yi's corpse, stared blankly at the towering, four-headed, nine-armed magic statue behind Zhao Zheng.

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