Chapter 649
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"Xuan Ming doesn't care about the reason. As long as he meets someone with a bad reputation in the Underworld, he will attack them. Hence, Xuan Ming has always been confined in the Fahua Temple. If not for the fact that Xuan Ming is a Path Third Level expert, the Fahua Temple might have even imprisoned him."
After listening to Qin Xiangtian's introduction, Shenlang looked at Xuan Ming with interest. Such extreme people were usually martial arts geniuses. This was because only such stubborn people could go further on the path of martial arts.
Xuan Ming walked down the stairs step by step. His aura rose and he stared at Qin Xiangtian as though he had seen his father's murderer.
Qin Xiangtian was not afraid as he looked at Xuan Ming calmly. In the entire Gods Continent, other than the various large factions and hidden old monsters, Qin Xiangtian was not afraid of anyone. Although Xuan Ming's reputation in the Underworld was not weak, it was still unknown who was stronger.
Crack!
The ground beneath Xuan Ming's feet cracked and spread out in all directions like a spider web.
Qin Xiangtian's clothes fluttered in the wind. Their auras collided in the air and some of the fallen leaves on the ground were blown away.
An invisible barrier appeared in front of Shenlang and easily blocked the shockwaves from the collision between Qin Xiangtian and Xuan Ming's auras.
Shenlang and the rest did not interfere. Instead, they stood quietly by the side and watched the battle.
When the novice monk of the Fahua Temple saw that Qin Xiangtian and Xuan Ming had started fighting, he quickly turned and ran into the depths of the temple to report this to his superiors.
Boom!
Xuan Ming and Qin Xiangtian's auras reached their peak and they both threw out a punch. The two fists collided in the air and a terrifying aura exploded from between the two of them.
The place where Shen Lang and the others were currently at was a corridor. The two sides of the corridor were filled with pitch-red pillars. Due to the shockwaves from the battle between the two, the pillars were on the verge of collapsing, as if they would collapse at any moment.
Qin Xiangtian and Xuan Ming did not care about where they were. Instead, their figures changed rapidly as they began to engage in an intense battle.
Qin Xiangtian's fists were wrapped in green True Qi. Each of his fists contained great power. However, Xuan Ming was not weak either. Xuan Ming practiced a powerful fist technique of the Fahua Temple, the Vajra Fist. It was said that the Vajra Fist was a fist technique created by the ancestor of the Fahua Temple in his later years. Although it was not considered an Ultimate Martial Skill, it was still considered top-notch.
Those who cultivated the Vajra Fist had to have a firm mind and not have any distracting thoughts. In Fahua Temple, other than the strongest ancestor, there were only two people who had successfully cultivated it. The two high monks who had cultivated the Vajra Fist were people who were proficient in the Dharma. They were devoted to Buddha and only wanted to protect Fahua Temple. They had made a great vow to cultivate it.
However, Xuan Ming relied on his extreme hatred. His hatred for the Demonic Dao was the opposite of the two high monks. However, at the end of the extremes, there was a firm belief. Different paths led to the same destination. That was why Xuan Ming was able to cultivate the Vajra Fist.
Xuan Ming's every fist was like an angry Vajra. Xuan Ming already had thick eyebrows and big eyes, making him look like a Buddhist Vajra. When he used the Vajra Fist, he looked like a Vajra.
Looking at the intense battle between the two, Won Jin-yang and the rest who were behind Shenlang focused on it. Only Shenlang looked into the distance and smiled.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! The pillars on both sides of the corridor finally could not withstand the shockwaves from the battle between Qin Xiangtian and Xuan Ming and collapsed. The pillars that were over a hundred meters long suddenly crashed down. A cloud of dust rose and covered the surrounding buildings with a grey veil.
Shenlang and the rest did not move. The bricks and tiles were all blown away by their True Qi and did not affect them in the slightest.
Qin Xiangtian placed his right hand across his chest and punched out forcefully. Xuan Ming was forced to retreat continuously. At this moment, Qin Xiangtian quickly formed a seal with his hands. A huge golden seal suddenly shot out and hit Xuan Ming.
Xuan Ming spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying.
"Emperor's Seal!"
This was a seal technique from the Heart Sutra of the Qin Emperor. It was one of the most powerful techniques in the Heart Sutra of the Qin Emperor. When it was used by Qin Xiangtian, its power was extremely terrifying. Among the Dao Integration Stage experts, Qin Xiangtian's strength was definitely at the top.
"Stop!"
Just as Xuan Ming was defeated by Qin Xiangtian, a loud shout came from afar. Then, a Buddhist "D?" The'd 'Buddhist seal fell from the sky and enveloped Qin Xiangtian.
At this moment, Qin Xiangtian had just used the Emperor's Seal and his True Qi had not recovered yet. He was simply unable to block this. D Buddhist seal.
Boom!!!
A powerful feather arrow suddenly shot out from behind Shen Lang's back.? Before the D Buddhist seal could land, it was shattered by the arrow and dissipated between heaven and earth.
Following? After the D Buddhist seal was shattered, an old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows quickly walked over from afar. The distance between each step of the monk was the same. However, although he did not seem to be walking very quickly, he arrived before Shen Lang and the others in the blink of an eye.
"Benefactors, please calm down. The Fahua Temple did not discipline Xuan Ming properly and allowed him to offend you."
Shen Lang had been standing there quietly. This old monk had already arrived when Qin Xiangtian and Xuan Ming had started fighting. However, he had not made a move until Xuan Ming was defeated by Qin Xiangtian.
Qin Xiangtian looked at the old monk with an unfriendly expression. However, unlike his usual self, Qin Xiangtian did not make a move. It was as if he was very afraid of the old monk.
"Who are you?"
Lý Zong slowly put down the Heaven-shocking Bow in his hand and asked in a deep voice.
"Amitabha, this poor monk is the head of the Martial Hall of the Fahua Temple. Just now, I was nearby and felt the aura of the battle between Xuan Ming and Benefactor Qin, so I rushed over. Sigh, I was still a step too late, but fortunately, Benefactor Qin was not injured. Otherwise, my Fahua Temple would not be able to answer to the Qin family."
The old monk lowered his eyelids and sighed.
"Senior brother, this Qin Xiangtian's hands are stained with blood and his body is filled with evil debts. I want to represent the Buddha and purify him."
Xuan Ming, who had blood at the corner of his mouth, stood behind the old monk. His eyes were bloodshot as he shouted angrily.
"How dare you, Xuan Ming. Benefactor Qin is the brother of the Qin family's head. You are so rude today. What do you think of my Fahua Temple?"
The old monk glared at Xuan Ming angrily and reprimanded him.
Although Xuan Ming hated evil, it did not mean that he was irrational. After the old monk's reprimand, Xuan Ming glared fiercely at Qin Xiangtian and did not say anything else.
Just as the old monk was apologizing to Shen Lang and the others, another group of monks walked over from afar. The little monk who went to report was also among them, following behind the monks.
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