Son of Buddha Jian Kong followed King Yanmo and left Great Brahma Heaven. This Son of Buddha was puzzled and thought to himself, 'What happened when he was young? What happened when Layperson Qin was young? Why did my Buddha see him in Youdu? Why doesn't Layperson Qin remember? '
He thought about many things, but it was obvious that King Yanmo was unwilling to talk about it.
Furthermore, King Yanmo had left very quickly. It wasn't that he couldn't bear to see Qin Mu slaughtering Son of Buddha, but that he wanted to leave Great Brahma Heaven as soon as possible to avoid being implicated.
'My Buddha knows many secrets, but he's unwilling to tell me. Could Layperson Qin really be that terrifying? 'he thought to himself.
In front of the dilapidated temple in Great Brahma Heaven, Qin Mu's figure was hard to see with the naked eye. All the Sons of Buddha had to activate their buddha eyes, celestial eyes, and other divine arts at the same time to catch his figure.
His speed was too fast, and all kinds of sword skills, divine arts, knife skills, spear skills, fist skills, and other skills were executed. Furthermore, they were executed while he was sprinting, so it was too much for the eyes to take in.
Son of Buddha Kong Xiang roared, and his body shone with golden light. He was like a four-faced buddha with four heads and eight arms. He flew in midair and fought head-on with Qin Mu who was pouncing over.
Both of them sped through the sky and fought speed with speed. Son of Buddha Kong Xiang was twenty-six yards tall and was incomparably burly. However, the two people flying in the sky were being pushed back by Qin Mu.
Their fists collided in midair, and the other Sons of Buddha flew into the sky to surround and attack. Suddenly, golden blood filled the sky and poured down like rain.
The qi and blood in Son of Buddha Kong Xiang's body exploded, and crackling sounds came from all over his body. His skin split open, and fresh blood flowed out. He had clashed head-on with Qin Mu, and his qi and blood were boiling. His corporeal body couldn't contain so much qi and blood, and the violent qi and blood surpassed the limits of what his corporeal body could handle. Thus, he exploded and died.
The other Sons of Buddha rushed into the sky and prepared to surround Qin Mu, but they saw Son of Buddha Kong Xiang's tattered corporeal body falling from the sky.
Those Sons of Buddha that had rushed into the sky suddenly saw the sword light flashing in midair, and they were astonished. They hurriedly executed their divine arts to bombard the sky.
Sword light that was like a sea of blood sprinkled down from the sky. It was a Sword of Founding Emperor Sea of Blood!
The violent Qi and blood mixed with the sword light swept out. The sword was like a dragon in the sea of blood, shuttling around wantonly. Some of the Sons of Buddha covered their throats and some blocked the area between their eyebrows. Their bodies sank into the sea of blood.
Above the sea of blood, Crown Prince Mo Jie stepped on the sea of blood. Lotus flowers surged beneath his feet as he used a lotus to block Qin Mu's attack.
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Qin Mu turned around, his clothes and long hair fluttering in the wind. He held his sword with his back facing him.
Crown Prince Mo Jie saw an opening. Just as he was about to attack, the sea of blood suddenly split apart. A pitch-black door passed through his body.
Crown Prince Mo Jie was stunned, and his body slowly sank into the blood sea. His Yuan Shen had already been pulled into Youdu by the Gate of Heaven Influence.
The sea of blood dispersed, and corpses fell from the sky.
Compared to the young Sons of Buddha sent by Heaven, Qin Mu's battle experience and techniques were much higher than theirs. The Sons of Buddha from Heaven stayed in the Buddha Realm all year round. There were no wars in the Buddha Realm, and it was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
Living in such a place, the people were naturally happy and prosperous. They didn't have any desires or ambitions, but at the same time, it was too peaceful, which caused the paths, skills, and divine arts to regress.
Since paths, skills, and divine arts were useless, no one would cultivate them or research them.
They had been peaceful for too long, and they no longer had the drive to fight and fight. However, Qin Mu was different. Qin Mu had lived in the incomparably dangerous Great Ruins when he was young. Yet when Qin Mu was young, he could already walk in the dangerous Great Ruins.
As for Yankang, it was a country that was exuding exuberant vitality. The power of the country was increasing frantically. There were enemies, but there was also a stable rear. The paths, skills, and divine arts changed with each passing day.
The soldiers at the frontlines fought, and the divine arts practitioners at the rear used their paths, skills, and divine arts on the people, changing their daily lives.
Thus, flying ships, flying carriages, True Origin Cannons, and all kinds of novel things appeared, causing Yankang's creativity to become stronger and stronger. All kinds of paths, skills, and divine arts also changed with each passing day.
As for the Taihuang Tian, because the war was too bitter, they no longer had a stable rear. Even the structure of their society wasn't complete. Without the soil for innovation and creation, paths, skills, and divine arts couldn't develop.
Qin Mu was born in the Great Ruins and had been taught by Village Chief and the other elders since he was young. He also caught up with the expansion of the Yankang Kingdom and the reform of the Yankang National Preceptor, which was why he could have his current achievements.
Furthermore, he was one of the leaders of the reform, the founder of the eighteenth sword form, and the founder of Primordial Spirit Guide. He was an existence that had entered the path with the sword.
Compared to these Sons of Buddha who had lived in the Buddha Realm and hadn't experienced any hardships, he was no longer on the same level as them.
Qin Mu raised his head to look, and Son of Buddha Pu Zhao was currently sprinting toward him. This Son of Buddha was a strong practitioner of Celestial Being Realm, and he was debating with Devil Ape Zhan Kong. Buddha light shone on him, but when Devil Ape raised his hand to block it, he couldn't help vomiting blood and almost died.
His debating skills weren't as good as Devil Ape's, but his abilities were unfathomable. As he sprinted, he layered his mudra skills. Every move, every punch, and every kick was majestic and awe-inspiring.
He executed his best mudra skills, and every time he executed a mudra, there would be an impression of various buddhas. Behind him, his primordial spirit was like a majestic buddha sitting upright. Apparitions of various buddhas of various sizes surrounded his primordial spirit, executing all kinds of mudra skills according to his mudra skills!
Son of Buddha Pu Zhao sprinted furiously, and he was like rolling thunder in the clouds. Before his voice even arrived, the lightning had already arrived!
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