Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Lin Mo stood still, without retreating.

He met that gaze and quickly assessed the other party's strength.

He was at least at the level of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, with a profound and steady Buddhist light within his body, giving people a sense of unity that was not easily shaken.

However, his own spiritual strength is already at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal. Although it may not be able to be completely converted into a direct suppressive force in actual combat, it will at least not be defeated in a short period of time.

He thought about it for a moment and decided that he could give it a try.

Firstly, it can solidify the recent rapid improvement in cultivation through actual combat. Secondly, if a breakthrough can be found in a direct confrontation, it might be possible to push the realm to another level.

If all else fails, there's always the system you can use.

He didn't wait for the other person to speak, but instead broke the silence first:

"You're here? Then let's get started."

The Arhat Subduing Dragon did not respond immediately, but simply stood there. His aura as a peak Taiyi Golden Immortal had already silently spread out, like an invisible membrane covering the surrounding space and making the air feel heavier.

He spoke slowly, his tone low, but his voice carried clearly across the empty mountain ridge, like being hit on the head with a brick:

"Are you so aggressive, benefactor, that you think our Buddhist sect has no one to rely on?"

Lin Mo did not answer, but took out a celestial sword from his spatial storage and held it horizontally in front of him:

"Stop talking nonsense, you bald monk. If you want war, then let's fight."

The Arhat who Subdues Dragons clasped his hands together and murmured:

"Amitabha!"

Then he glared angrily and roared:

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon".

His figure vanished from the spot as those four words fell, and reappeared close to Lin Mo's flank.

There was no period of testing the waters between the two.

The palm winds and sword light clashed several times in a very short time. Each collision caused a violent disturbance in the air. As the two fought, fine cracks began to appear on the rocks thousands of feet below, and then they crumbled.

After several direct encounters, Lin Mo quickly realized a fact.

The opponent's Buddhist teachings had a clear restraining effect on his soul; every time he tried to launch a sneak attack with his divine sense, the opponent easily blocked it.

Moreover, the Buddhist light swirling around the outer edge of his palm could penetrate the protective immortal power and directly affect the bottom layer of his divine consciousness, requiring him to expend extra energy to stabilize his internal defenses with each block.

After several rounds of fighting, his body was depleting much faster than his opponent's. Several times when he switched positions, he was grazed by the edge of the palm strike. Although he was not seriously injured, his rhythm had been slowed down by half a beat.

He realized that if he continued to fight head-on, he would become increasingly passive.

Just as he dodged a direct palm strike, instead of creating distance to regroup, he looked up and shouted as they passed each other:

"Master, please help me!"

The moment those four words were uttered, the golden image of the Queen Mother of the West appeared behind him.

Without warning, without gathering strength, it was as if she had always been there, only willing to show herself after hearing those words.

The golden statue extends its palm, the movement is slow, but the direction is clear.

With fingers slightly spread, slowly press down towards the location of the Arhat Subduing the Dragon.

There were no incantations, no superfluous movements, only a breath extending downwards along the surface of that palm, like the entire sky converging towards a single point.

At that instant, the Arhat who subdues dragons looked up.

He saw that solemn and beautiful face, and fear flashed in his eyes, accompanied by a distinct shock:

"She actually became a saint!"

Then he looked up at the sky in terror and screamed:

"You can't kill me! If you kill me, the West will go to war with Heaven!"

But the handprint did not stop.

It continued to fall at its original speed and direction without hesitation or retraction.

The aura of the Arhat Subduing Dragon was completely overwhelmed the moment it came into contact with the palm print. Even the ground beneath his feet sank down in that instant, creating a palm-shaped depression with neat edges, as if it had been pressed out by a mold.

After the palm print dissipated, the Arhat Subduing Dragon had vanished.

There were no wreckage, no fragments; all that remained of the area was a deep, sunken outline on the ground, as if he had never stood there.

"It dried up completely?"

Lin Mo turned to look at the Queen Mother of the West.

The Queen Mother of the West turned her head and glanced at him:

"What's wrong?"

Lin Mo shook his head and sighed deeply:

"What a wasteful woman! That old bald monk's storage ring must be full of good stuff. What a waste!"

The Queen Mother of the West narrowed her eyes, and in a flash, she appeared in front of him, reaching out to grab his ear:

"Who are you calling a traitor?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, Master, my little wife!"

Lin Mo softened his voice and begged for mercy repeatedly.

The Queen Mother of the West blushed and released her grip:

"Don't talk nonsense! Who is your little wife?!"

As she spoke, she opened her palm, where a ring lay quietly:

"Here you are, the Dragon Subduing Ring."

Lin Mo glanced down at the ring, took it, and weighed it in his hand:

"I misunderstood you."

He probed it with his divine sense and found that the divine imprint inside had already been cleared by the Queen Mother of the West.

The storage ring of the Arhat Subduing Dragon was clearly a high-end item, with a neat and spacious interior, larger than any storage ring Lin Mo had ever seen!

After quickly scanning through them, I first saw the complete scrolls of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Great Freedom Prajna Skill. My divine sense went past them and continued to flip through them. Behind them were several rows of compartments storing crystals and immortal artifacts. There were quite a few of them, and they were neatly arranged.

The more he looked, the more pronounced the curve of his lips became.

"This is real wealth!"

As Lin Mo spoke, he took out the Dragon-Subduing Pestle from the depths of his storage ring, weighed it in his hand, and then swung it twice.

The weight is just right, the feel is perfect, and the grip is surprisingly comfortable.

"I'll refine it in a bit; we'll use this from now on!"

This is much better than the incomplete immortal sword that Lin Mo obtained before. Although that sword was somewhat mysterious, it was incomplete after all and inconvenient to use.

Looking up towards the far west, the outline of the land was clearly visible in his field of vision.

The Buddha's light enveloped the entire area, like a pale golden dome slowly unfolding, with soft edges, separating the inside from the outside into two worlds.

Outside, it was gloomy and desolate, the gray sky hung low, and even the wind carried a chilly, dull feeling.

Inside, however, was a completely different scene.

The warm sun slanted across the rooftops of the continuous palaces, and slender vines hung between the eaves, their leaves shimmering slightly in the light. Occasionally, a few birds would fly over from above, their wings casting shadows that swiftly glided across the glazed tiles, exuding a sense of tranquility and peace.

Lin Mo watched for a while, then looked away and gazed at the Queen Mother of the West:

"Master, can the formation in the far west be broken?"

The Queen Mother of the West glanced subconsciously at the area shrouded in Buddhist light, then shook her head:

"The core of the formation in the far west is the innate spiritual treasure, the Eight Trigrams Diagram, which cannot be broken by anyone but a peak-level saint."