Chapter 112: Martial Arts World

A handsome bald head, filled with earthy yellow Buddha light, blocked the front of Wei Xian and dozens of Golden Blade Sect martial artists.

"Monk Fa Zheng!"

Wei Xian said displeasedly: "This is my trophy. If you want to kill, go find the Demon Sect members yourself."

"Or, when did the Prajna Temple join the Demon Sect, and you became someone else's guardian Vajra?"

Everyone stared at the front with solemn expressions, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.

"Amitabha!"

'Vajra' Fa Zheng had compassion in his eyes and smiled: "Donor, please send these Asuras back into reincarnation. This is their karmic retribution."

He blocked their way back, eyes slightly closed, saying nothing.

Wei Xian's face darkened.

"Take my three blades, everything is yours."

He snorted coldly, the giant dragon-patterned blade on his back appeared in his hand at some point, humming like a dragon, as if venting the anger in the master's heart.

Fa Zheng smiled as before.

"First blade!"

Wei Xian roared, raised the blade with both hands, the dragon roared in the wilderness, shaking the ears of the people around, a gilded blade energy river suddenly took shape, slashing down.

Gilded Three Blade Slash!

Used in his hands, the power was more than ten times greater than Zheng Tu's, and the blade energy river was almost condensed into substance!

Fa Zheng showed compassion, with no intention of dodging.

"Die!"

The giant blade slashed down with supreme giant force, towards his bald head, neither biased nor slanted.

Dong!

Morning bell and evening drum, ringing loudly, a faint golden bell phantom flashed and disappeared, then faded away, and that shiny bald head was unscathed.

"Another person with enviable, outstanding talent, a heaven-defying genius who appears once in a billion people."

Jiang Ding showed a solemn expression.

Without a doubt, this person's aptitude and comprehension were enough to compare with Li Qingyun, the first on the Dragon-Phoenix List, and he also understood the subtlety of 'momentum', with the golden bell phantom flickering and spontaneously adding and amplifying with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill!"

Wei Xian showed hatred in his eyes, his internal power surged violently, like an invisible dark current in the deep sea, blowing dust and sand around.

"Second blade!"

"Third blade!"

He roared to the sky, and in the dark, a phantom of a deep-sea vortex appeared, with big waves surging to the sky, accompanied by the dragon-patterned giant blade falling once, the big waves turned, and smashed down again.

Dong! Dong!

Two bell sounds connected into one rang through the street of several hundred meters, and 'Sea-Splitting Blade' Wei Xian and his dragon-patterned blade were shaken back more than ten steps, with threads of blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Go!"

Wei Xian didn't say more and left in a hurry with his people.

"No!"

"Take us away!"

More than a hundred Wolf God Sect and Southern Eighteen Demon Sect disciples who had been captured one after another thought they could at least survive. Seeing them retreat, they begged endlessly, but unfortunately, they were tied up, and no one paid attention.

"Master, the disciple is willing to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"Great Mercy and Great Compassion Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

Someone saw the handsome monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes walking over, his eyes rolled, and he actually chanted the Buddha's name, full of piety: "The disciple is willing to convert, willing to convert..."

Bang!

A heavy Zen staff smashed his head, and brains and blood splashed.

"Donor!"

Fa Zheng smiled: "The poor monk will send you to reincarnation, just in time to see the Guanyin Bodhisattva. Remember to worship Buddha well, and you will definitely be reincarnated as a human again in the future."

Then, among the begging, cursing, and crying and laughing of a group of Wolf God Sect villains, he smashed their heads one by one, like a child knocking on vegetable flowers, meticulously, without letting one go.

He even checked back and forth several times to confirm that there were no omissions, and then nodded with satisfaction.

The heavy smell of blood spread, making people want to vomit.

"Amitabha!"

Fa Zheng shouted a Buddha's name, and was troubled for a while facing the headless corpses all over the street.

He was not those martial arts heroes who killed without burying. If so many corpses were left alone, it would be troublesome if there was a plague.

"I can help you deal with half, and I need to ask you some things as a reward."

Fa Zheng turned around suddenly and found a green-clothed youth who had changed back to his original appearance, watching him quietly in the shadow of the eaves, his eyes carrying a questioning look.

'When?'

Fa Zheng's heart turned thousands of times, trying his best to recall in his mind, only then did he discover that not long ago, this green-clothed youth had walked here openly, but was subconsciously ignored by him who was fighting Wei Xian.

"Greetings to the 'Dream-Eating Sword Demon', Donor Jiang Ding."

Fa Zheng felt a chill in his heart, showed compassion, and smiled: "You can help the little monk collect the remains of these donors and let them close their eyes, naturally it couldn't be better. As long as it doesn't involve the sect, the little monk will answer everything."

What kind of nickname is that?

Jiang Ding was speechless.

"No problem."

He walked to several corpses, tapped his toe, and a large amount of internal power with sharp attributes surged into the ground, stirring the ground into wriggling quicksand, swallowing the corpses bit by bit.

Every time he walked to a place, the soil in that place became activated, swallowing the corpses, and the street stone slabs on the soil were laid flat, exactly the same as before.

Fa Zheng's eyes became solemn.

This level of internal power control detail was simply unheard of.

He tried to try it himself, a large amount of earthy yellow internal power surged into the ground, the soil rolled endlessly, but except for splashing a large cloud of smoke and dust, there was no gain.

"Donor is truly a god-man."

Fa Zheng sighed, stopped trying, directly lifted the street stone slabs, used the Zen staff and internal power as a shovel, dug a huge deep pit in the ground, and then carried the headless corpses one by one and threw them into it.

Jiang Ding had already finished his half and asked from the side: "Tomorrow, the ninth on the Dragon-Phoenix List of the Green Ox Palace, 'Green God Sword' Song Qing, is challenging the 'Bone-Crusher' Shentu Kuang of the Wolf God Sect. Will the outcome of the two terminate this martial arts righteous-evil war?"

"Donor is really not from a large sect."

Fa Zheng was surprised, threw the two headless corpses in his hand into the deep pit, and went back to carry: "The losing side should temporarily retreat. After so many days of life-and-death bloody battles, the disciples of the two major forces have suffered not small losses. To prevent other sects from benefiting, they should use this as an excuse to temporarily truce for a period of time."

"Temporarily?"

"Yes, the little monk heard from the elders in the temple that both the Green Ox Palace and the Wolf God Sect want to completely eliminate the other side, support a dynasty belonging to their own sect, and let the sect go further."

"Without achieving this goal, or without the loss of one or two Primordial Realm experts, they will not give up."

"So that's it."

Jiang Ding was thoughtful: "Then what is the purpose of the Prajna Temple? Waiting for an opportunity, and like them, establish a Buddha Kingdom on Earth?"

"No comment."

Fa Zheng refused to answer: "According to the little monk's idea, martial arts sects had better not participate too deeply in the imperial court, otherwise even if they flourish for a while, they will soon decline. Only by not fighting, enduring, and retreating can they last long."

"You don't look like someone who can endure and retreat."

Jiang Ding laughed dumbly, thinking of his firm appearance of blocking Wei Xian and wanting to knock off the heads of the Demon Sect villains one by one.

Fa Zheng was ashamed.

In front of this youth who could completely talk to himself on an equal footing, he revealed a trace of youthful innocence, and quickly restrained it.

"Nothing to ask, goodbye."

Jiang Ding saw that the monk had buried all the corpses and was covering the soil and placing the stone slabs, so he got up and left.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 113 =====