Li Xiu was different from Zhuang Meifeng. She had been in the Tranquil Sect since she was young and grew up there. "Big Brother Yun, my Master and Uncle-Master are actually very nice people, please don't …" she cried out in a sobbing tone.
Ling Yun smiled faintly. "Are they nice? That's just what you think. These half-baked nuns are all troublemakers in my eyes! You'll understand in the future if you say so. "
What a joke. Ling Yun wouldn't be able to survive if he was convinced by a little girl.
He had long since decided to save Li Xiu and the others from the abyss of suffering. He wanted to let them know what the real world was and let them live a normal life instead of following these half-mad women and suffering day and night, thinking that they had done him a great favor.
"Big Brother Yun, listen to me, it's true …"
"Li Xiu, shut up!"
The Abbess of the Tranquil Sect, Priestess Miejue, stopped Li Xiu from speaking. She took two steps forward and glared at Ling Yun. "Ling Yun, I know that our Tranquil Sect offended you because of Zhuang Meifeng. I also know that you are vengeful, but our Tranquil Sect is not afraid of you!"
"Now, you've indeed gained the upper hand for the time being. You've scared more than half of the people here to the point that they've fled like rats. However, there are still more than two hundred people who haven't fled. Don't be too happy yet.
Abbess Miejue, an expert at the fifth level of divine power realm, spoke sternly in front of Ling Yun. Her boldness alone made the experts who had just run away feel ashamed and ashamed.
It was a pity that Priestess Miejue's words were directed at the wrong person!
"Pa!"
Ling Yun flew forward and slapped Priestess Miejue's face, sending her flying. Then, he said indifferently, "I'm talking to Li Xiu. Since when did you have the right to interrupt?"
After saying that, Ling Yun flew back.
"If that's the case, it seems like there's still a fight to be had tonight?"
Ling Yun scanned the crowd with a smile. He knew that there must be some powerful trump cards that they hadn't used since so many people from the orthodox sects didn't escape.
"If that's the case, then I really don't need to say anything more. Let's continue."
Ling Yun's gaze swept across the entire place, sweeping past the faces of the elites from the various sects. In the end, he retracted his gaze and stared at Master Zhineng.
"Old Bald Donkey Zhineng, I'm going to kill you now. I'll give you a chance. You can find anyone to help you, no matter how many people you have. I'll say it again, if I don't beat you to tears tonight, consider it my loss!"
The rarest thing about Ling Yun was that he had a good memory. Everything he said and did was etched in his mind. He would never forget it.
"Amitabha!"
Master Zhineng put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha. "Evil creature, life and death are predestined. Since you've already displayed your strength and aren't afraid of a group attack, it's useless no matter how many people I call for. Instead, I'll be stained with even more karma."
"For this battle, this old monk will fight with you myself."
Master Zhineng was the presiding elder of the Shaolin Arhat Hall. Now that the elite experts of the Arhat Hall were all dead and injured, he was the only one left. He was already prepared to die.
"Fellow Daoists, everyone knows that this old monk was indeed one of the leaders who attacked the Ling Family's mansion back then. I have an irreconcilable grudge with the Ling Family and this demon. What Ling Yun said just now, from his point of view, does make some sense."
"Since he wants revenge, and this old monk is determined to vanquish the demon, then let this old monk have a fair fight with him. No matter who wins, please don't come forward to help."
With that, Master Zhineng tore off his kasaya, put his palms together, and stretched out his other hand. "Please make your move."
"Xingchen, get out of the way. Go to the side and support me."
Ling Yun said to Ye Xingchen, then raised his saber and charged at Master Zhineng. In the blink of an eye, the two were locked in battle!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
When enemies meet, their eyes turn especially red!
This time, no one interfered. The two of them fought fair and square. Neither would hold back, and neither would give way. It was a head-on clash, each using their ultimate techniques to attack the other!
Master Zhineng's body was still filled with Buddhist energy, and his body shone with golden light again. He used the Vajra Indestructible Divine Technique and attacked Ling Yun without defending. Every move and every technique was the famous Shaolin 72 Ultimate Techniques!
On the other hand, Ling Yun had burned more than three hundred drops of Divine Energy. He was now at Qi Cultivation Stage Six, and he had the protection of the Stellar Condensation Technique. He didn't care about his opponent's crazy attacks at all. He only used the Devil's Blade to hack at his opponent!
This time, he didn't use his three magical treasures because he didn't need them. Ling Yun wanted to use pure force to completely destroy his opponent and kill his enemy with his own hands!
The Buddhist energy on Master Zhineng's body intertwined with Ling Yun's fist and blade. Their moves were all big and wide, and this battle was chaotic!
It had to be said that Master Zhineng was indeed the number one expert in the Shaolin Temple's Arhat Hall. He knew too many of the Shaolin 72 Ultimate Techniques, and there were almost no repetitions. This was a feast for Ling Yun's eyes.
Ling Yun didn't hold back during the battle. He secretly memorized all the ultimate techniques that Master Zhineng had used. He only needed to use the Infinite Qian Kun Holy Technique in the future to turn it into his own ultimate technique. Then, he would impart it to Tie Xiaohu and the 72 disciples of the Immortal Physician Sect.
Because of the massacre just now, more than three hundred people from the orthodox sects had died. Now, there were less than two hundred and forty people left. The huge Wind Thunder Valley seemed very spacious. Both of them used teleportation techniques, and those with lower realms couldn't even see their moves. They could only hear the intense, earth-shattering sounds!
"Twenty-nine, thirty-seven, forty-five, fifty-seven!"
Ling Yun was really shocked. In less than half an hour, Master Zhineng had used fifty-seven Shaolin Temple ultimate techniques. Including the three that he had used in the previous battle, there were a total of sixty Shaolin ultimate techniques!
Because the two of them were fighting head-on, it was impossible for Ling Yun not to get hit. However, he had the Invulnerable Realm, so the damage that Master Zhineng could do to him was negligible. Of course, it was the same for Master Zhineng, who had the Invincible Body of Vajra.
However, after another twenty minutes, Master Zhineng was finally at the end of his tether. This was because Ling Yun had consecutively struck more than six hundred times. Every strike was as powerful as a thunderbolt. Occasionally, he would also use the Tiangang Demon Fist and the Gale Thunder Vajra Kick. Master Zhineng's protective golden light was already extremely thin and almost transparent!
Master Zhineng was at the end of his tether, but Ling Yun was still full of energy. Master Zhineng was a Buddhist, so Ling Yun didn't want to absorb Buddhist energy at all. The reason why he was so valiant was purely because he was constantly burning his Divine Energy, the strong Yin-Yang True Qi, and the golden and purple Immortal Spiritual Energy in his body!
On the night of September 8th, Ling Yun brought Ning Lingyu through the tribulation and received the gift from Heaven. The purple Immortal Spiritual Energy he absorbed almost made his body explode. It was also that night that he reached the pinnacle of Qi Cultivation Stage Three.
It was now the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was the twentieth of September. Twelve days had passed. In these twelve days, he could condense four thousand three hundred and twenty drops of Divine Energy every day. In twelve days, he could accumulate more than fifty thousand drops of Divine Energy. In addition to the ten thousand drops that he had accumulated previously, even if he used up two thousand drops, he would still have at least sixty thousand drops of Divine Energy left!
With so many drops of Divine Energy, even if Ling Yun burned his Divine Energy constantly, it would be enough for him to use for eight to ten days. Therefore, he didn't feel the pinch at all!
He had plenty!
Shua shua shua shua shua shua!
Seeing that Master Zhineng couldn't hold on any longer, Ling Yun didn't show any mercy. He immediately increased the intensity of his attacks! That was because he had memorized the fifty-seven Shaolin ultimate techniques by heart.
"Boom!"
Finally, Ling Yun unleashed a ferocious slash. The black and red blade energy exploded, transforming into a blade screen that was more than ten meters wide. It shattered Master Zhineng's Invincible Vajra Blade and successfully broke through his defense!
Master Zhineng was already exhausted!
"Whoosh!"
Ling Yun raised his blade again!
"Jueyuan! If you can leave the Wind Thunder Valley alive and return to the Shaolin Temple, remember not to let the Shaolin Temple take revenge for us. Remember this! "
Master Zhineng gave up all resistance in the face of death. He turned his head to Master Jueyuan and smiled bitterly.
"At least you know what's good for you!"
Ling Yun calmly waited for Master Zhineng to finish his last words. Then, he swung the Devil's Blade down!
Master Zhineng's head fell to the ground!
"Another one!"
Ling Yun had no mercy for Master Zhineng. He said coldly and sheathed the Devil's Blade.
This was indeed a fair battle. Even though the battle lasted for close to an hour, Ling Yun had secretly learned 57 of the Shaolin Temple's ultimate techniques. Basically, they were all close combat techniques. On average, he learned one technique per minute. This deal was really worth it!
He fought to his heart's content! Killing his enemy with his own hands was a clean and beautiful victory!
The next moment, Ling Yun rode his sword into the sky!
"Xian Er, Aunty, you don't have to stay there. Come over!"
Ling Yun shouted to Bai Xianer, Qin Dongxue, and the rest.
Master Zhineng was dead, and Jueyuan was the only one left on the Shaolin Temple's side. The influence of the Buddha on Bai Xianer no longer existed.
Other than the Shaolin Temple, none of the other monks had reached the realm of Jueyuan. As for the half-baked nuns from the Tranquil Sect, Ling Yun didn't treat them as monks at all.
"Big Brother Yun, we're here!"
Shua shua shua shua shua …
Bai Xianer, Qin Dongxue, Zhuang Meifeng, Tie Xiaohu, Qing Niao, and Miao Xiaomiao all rushed out from their hiding places. They quickly arrived at the southern cliff of the Wind Thunder Valley and jumped down one by one!
These people didn't hide in the illusory formation obediently. They attacked and killed dozens of people when the martial artists escaped. In the end, they waited for more than an hour before Ling Yun allowed them to show themselves. They couldn't wait any longer.
"Come, come, come. What's the name of the dog head of the Deity Sword Mountain Villa? Xie Dongqun, right? Now that my Aunty is here, listen to what she has to say! "
When everyone arrived at the scene, Ling Yun raised his hand and pointed at the experts from the Deity Sword Villa and said with a cold smile!
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