Chapter 340

An interesting expression appeared on Xu Jiangxian's face.

In the arena!

On one side was the "Heaven and Earth Wailing" gathered by Zhu Ziqian, and on the other was the "Heaven and Earth Wailing" identical to his own.

The two moves collided!

The two rivers of blood crashed into each other!

You simply smiled and said, "What is impossible about this?"

Zhu Ziqian roared, "It's all fake..."

The two demonic arts were evenly matched.

The skulls in the blood rivers all collided, shattering one by one.

They canceled each other out!

Demonic Qi surged several zhang into the surroundings.

Zhu Ziqian had an incredibly manic look on his face, his entire body's blood boiling; the Heavenly Demon Blood from earlier began to dissolve under the stimulation of the "Blood Shadow Divine Art," and his cultivation rose again.

He condensed another river of blood on his chest, looking at the demonic art Lu Chen had just released, his eyes splitting with rage.

"I have practiced since I was a child... I don't know how much suffering I endured, how much pain I suffered, living in what kind of hell... just to trample you nine high-and-mighty great surnames under my feet."

"You, a child of a great clan who doesn't know the price of rice and salt, by what right..."

The river of blood on his chest surged again, rushing toward you.

"By what right..."

After you slowly formed a seal with your hands, you pointed gently in front of you, and a white void vortex was generated.

Before long!

The white vortex "swallowed" the river of blood completely.

A trail of blood stretched straight toward you, and the blood hand magnified before your eyes.

You formed a seal with your hands, "Dong—", the sound of metal and stone striking.

The massive Glazed Buddha Hand appeared once again!

At the same time, another Buddha hand appeared on the ground, lifting you up by a zhang.

Zhu Ziqian had lost his reason, taking advantage of the momentum to attack you, his palms striking the Buddha hand violently.

At this moment, another Buddha palm appeared, descending from the sky and slamming Zhu Ziqian into the deep pit.

The youth stood on the massive golden glazed palm, his expression calm, his eyes looking indifferently at the dust rising in the deep pit.

This Buddhist "Vajra Realm Freedom Seal" was meant to purify all things, causing them to return to the primordial Qi.

The "Blood Poison" of the demonic art Zhu Ziqian had just released was purified by it; this purifying power not only targeted demonic arts, but could also dissolve the internal strength of various techniques.

As for what other uses this "purification of all things" might have, that would have to be understood later.

The second hand seal, the "Dharma Realm Seal," was the power to return all to the void and seal all realms; the white vortex you had just released was one of its abilities, capable of sucking the opponent's attack into it and maintaining its current state.

Then, releasing it again was what had caused Zhu Ziqian to exclaim, "How do you know demonic arts"; in fact, you were just releasing his own demonic art back at him.

One was swallowing, the second was releasing.

Forming "using their own way to treat them."

Buddhism was indeed the supreme teaching of the world; these two hand seals had infinite wonderful uses.

Everyone in the arena watched, all with shocked expressions.

Xu Xiyue and the others had not been optimistic, thinking the chances of winning were not high.

Unthinkable!

This battle, from beginning to end, had been completely controlled by you with ease, without a trace of smoke or fire, and Zhu Ziqian seemed not to have even had the power to fight back.

Listening to Zhu Ziqian's roar, "By what right!", you suddenly remembered what Lu Hua had told you she often said while at Mount Zhongnan.

You shook your head, looked into the deep pit, and smiled, your voice indifferent: "You are nothing but a talentless mediocrity."

As your words fell, the dust in the deep pit gradually dissipated, and Zhu Ziqian's figure was revealed.

His face was covered in dust, his eyes were blood-red, his lips were bitten until they bled, and his eyebrows twitched uncontrollably, clearly furious to the extreme.

"Mediocrity...!"

Zhu Ziqian's hands were clawing until they bled; just as he looked up, a black vortex had already covered the deep pit.

Within the vortex, demons danced wildly, skulls emerged one after another in the river of blood, and ghostly shadows were everywhere.

Zhu Ziqian's expression was panicked; he had long since suffered a loss of blood and Qi and had not a shred of internal power left.

How could Lu Chen still be able to use "Heaven and Earth Wailing"?

The river of blood appeared, the skulls within it crashing down like thousand-jin boulders, demonic Qi swirling in the large pit, smoke and dust filling the sky.

"Ah—"

A shrill scream.

The Glazed Buddha Hand carried the youth as he slowly descended, his sleeves fluttering, the hand seal in his grasp dissipating.

In the large pit, Zhu Ziqian's entire body had been crushed by the skulls, leaving only half his body, with not a single piece of good flesh left on him.

His breathing was barely audible!

If it weren't for the fact that he practiced this "Blood Shadow Demon Art," he would have died on the spot.

Zhu Ziqian had only one eyeball left, staring fixedly at you; he couldn't even make a sound, only extending one hand and emitting an extremely weak sound of pleading for help.

A sound of clapping rang out.

"Clap, clap—"

Xu Jiangxian walked over slowly and smiled: "Brilliant, brilliant!"

"To think that today, I would be fortunate enough to see the supreme hand seals of Buddhism."

The old monk also walked forward, his momentum not the least bit weaker.

"Patron Xu, you have lost!"

The Demon Master nodded: "This seat has never been someone who cannot afford to lose."

A weak cry for help came from the large pit.

"Demon Master, save... save me."

Xu Jiangxian smiled lightly, his left hand grabbing and then releasing.

The Heavenly Demon Blood that Zhu Ziqian had just obtained was forcibly extracted from his body and landed in Xu Jiangxian's palm, merging into his left hand.

"No, don't... don't!"

Zhu Ziqian was already at the end of his rope, barely holding on.

Now that he had lost the "Heavenly Demon Blood," he could no longer hold on, his eyes unfocused; seeing only the blurred white robes of the Demon Master, he breathed like a candle flickering in the wind: "Zhu Ziqian... is not a mediocrity... not a mediocrity."

These words became his last testament. As his breath vanished completely, there was no longer a shred of life in the large pit.

He had not yet ignited his divine fire; once the physical body died, the primordial spirit died within the acupoints.

Until this moment!

Sima Muqing watched her "good friend" Zhu Ziqian die, only then recovering from the glazed illusion; her eyes were complex, her heart filled with mixed feelings, her original resentment turning into relief.

The three guards let out a long sigh of relief, their faces showing unconcealable joy; they had survived a disaster and even gained a profound Buddhist technique as a blessing in disguise.

Xu Jiangxian looked at Xu Xiyue, the Sima family's Lady Xu, and said: "Little sister, since you have come to Da Qi, let this matter rest."

"In the name of the Clan Head, I hereby remove you, Xu Xiyue, and your descendants from the Golden Family; you shall never enter the Eternal Heaven again in this life, and the grasslands will no longer protect you."

"Only your surname shall be retained!"

Hearing this, Xu Xiyue's eyes flashed with a moment of daze, and then tears fell involuntarily. She pulled the Sima Muqing beside her and kowtowed deeply:

"Xu Xiyue thanks the Clan Head!"

Her voice carried endless gratitude and relief, as if at this moment, she had finally laid down the heavy burden she had carried in her heart for many years.

The Demon Master merely nodded slightly.

At this moment!

The lame old man suddenly escaped into the ground; he had been gathering his strength for a long time, and his Ninth-Rank Martial Path cultivation burst forth completely.

He had intended to take the opportunity to leave when Lu Chen and Zhu Ziqian decided the outcome.

However, the Demon Master seemed to have a faint aura lingering on him, and he dared not gamble on the intentions of a Grandmaster who dominated the world.

Until just now!

The aura that had been locking onto him finally vanished, and the deaths of Zhu Ziqian and Shen Kuan also filled his heart with chill.

If not now, when?

The lame old man Chang Qi had a "Wall-Breaking Talisman" in his hand, a gift from the Master; he only needed to use it, and the ground would briefly soften, allowing him to hold his breath and burrow hundreds of meters underground.

Using it underground, he held a black chess piece; this piece could resonate with a white piece, and with a certain amount of time, it could directly teleport him nearly fifty li away. He would not have dared to use it above ground.

As the spiritual light on the black piece flickered, Chang Qi finally felt at ease, a force of the void wrapping around him, transferring him away like a piece placed on a chessboard.

The old monk's white eyebrows moved slightly, "Patron Xu, are you just going to let him go?"

Xu Jiangxian smiled: "He is stained with Heavenly Demon Blood; I know where he goes no matter what."

"Master, don't you want to go and see this good show?"

Only then did the Buddha hand in the void slowly emerge, and the lame old man truly departed from this place.

"Good!"

"Old monk, the secular matters here are finished, so I can keep the Demon Master company."

Xu Jiangxian smiled slightly and turned around.

"This seat has the same intention."

The old monk walked over slowly and said: "Little friend Lu Chen, you are the successor of my close friend; it is a great blessing that the 'Yin Fu Jing' he created has reappeared in the world."

"When he challenged the Master to a duel back then, I advised him that the Master of the current age was invincible, but unfortunately, he insisted; the old monk advised him many times, but could not persuade him."

You felt a bit strange in your heart; why would a high Buddhist monk be close friends with the predecessor of the Sanzhen? The later techniques of the Yin Fu Jing were actually too sinister.

The old monk seemed to see your confusion: "My old friend was actually pure of heart."

"Buddhism says: killing is to protect life, cutting karma is not cutting people."

You nodded slowly; the use of techniques lies in the person; a sharp sword can kill, but it can also save.

"My old friend used his life to exchange for a piece of news; since you are his disciple, I should inform you."

The old monk pressed his hands together gently, and a glazed boundary covered only Lu Chen and the Demon Master, leaving Xu Xiyue and the others outside the Dharma Realm.

Xu Jiangxian's eyes held a bit more solemnity.

The old monk looked up and spoke slowly: "Slay the Master, attain ascension."

The Demon Master's eyes froze, and he repeated softly.

"Slay the Master, attain..."

"Ascension!"

(End of chapter)