As soon as Fang La used the magic of the Heaven and Earth Great Shift, Chen Ang understood a little bit of it. This martial art was not obscure at all in front of him. At this moment, Fang La was like a living secret manual, demonstrating all the mysteries of the Heaven and Earth Great Shift.
Being connected with nature and being an integral part of nature, Chen Ang's finger was like a swan goose treading on snow and mud, leaving no trace. The claw print was still there, but the swan goose had already disappeared. The shadow of the finger could be seen clearly, but his spirit had forgotten everything and was assimilated with the heaven and earth. Fang La's surging force hit the air. Even when his palm and finger met, he only felt that the air in front of him could not bear the force, and the finger seemed to be illusory.
Obviously, there was infinite force, but it hit the void. The void could not bear the force, and emptiness triumphed strength. If the Heaven and Earth Great Shift was the pinnacle of application, then this move of Chen Ang's could be said to be the exquisite response of emptiness to reality. Between the two, one had inexhaustible force, and the more he fought, the stronger he became, and the other had no leakage force, and no weakness.
It was a case of meeting one's match.
In the heavy rain, a strange scene was formed. Chen Ang's fingertips seemed to be the void, and the rainwater around him dripped down, forming a funnel-shaped space on his fingertips. Sticking to Chen Ang's body, the rainwater converged into two water dragons that spread down. The rainwater that had been falling down was moving close to his body.
Deng Yuanjue and the others were shocked.
With their eyesight, they could naturally see that Chen Ang's strength had disappeared without a trace, and he was in a state of emptiness. Even the rainwater in the sky could not touch his strength, and the Heaven and Earth Great Shift could not borrow any strength. His wisdom and martial arts could be regarded as peerless.
The raindrops that hit Fang La's body seemed to have hit an elastic gel, which changed the direction of the force. The strength of the force bounced, collided, and splashed out on the surface of his skin. The water droplets failed to leave any trace on his skin. Countless tiny forces converged into one and struck at Chen Ang.
Subduing hardness with softness, suppressing the real with the illusory. Chen Ang had borrowed his origin power's sense of the void and invested his essence, energy, and spirit to counter the real with the illusory. Although it was difficult for him to take the initiative, he was able to deal with the Great Universal Shift with relative ease. Fang La's palm arts were sharp and his moves profound, but there was a sense of emptiness where he couldn't exert force.
Every move and every move was filled with great strength, but they all hit empty air.
The Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult all looked solemn. They had overestimated Chen Ang's martial arts, but they did not expect that Chen Ang was ten times more powerful than they had expected. Fang La had been reborn in just twenty days, and his martial arts had advanced beyond their imagination. But Chen Ang still had the upper hand.
If they had not seen it with their own eyes, none of them would have believed such a joke. But they, who had been clamoring for punishment and revenge, were more like a joke. Fang Jie's face was pale, and his face was full of disbelief.
He finally understood that if it were not for Fang La, even if there were ten more people like him, it would only be a matter for Chen Ang to make a move. The revenge and blood feud he had talked about before seemed even more like a joke. Under Chen Ang's suppression, the Ming Cult was already in grave danger. They did not even have the power to protect themselves, so how could they pursue the matter?
The Ming Cult's resistance against the imperial court was based on the martial arts skills of the cult members. Their elites were far superior to the imperial court's army, which was why the local authorities did not dare to act rashly and allowed the Ming Cult to carve out a large piece of territory. But it was not until Chen Ang came that they felt the pressure of Mount Tai pressing down on them. The situation had long been reversed.
Not to mention the Dharma Kings and the emissaries, the lives of the vast number of people at the grass-roots level were hanging on Chen Ang's thoughts. One wrong move and Mount Tai crushed an egg, and hundreds of thousands of believers would be destroyed, their families destroyed, and their cult destroyed. Even if they could fight back a little, it would be difficult to change the situation.
This was the Ming Cult's life and death situation. What Fang Jie had done before was like a newborn jackal challenging a lion. He did not understand that the current situation was not about the Ming Cult doing anything to Chen Ang, but how Chen Ang would deal with the Ming Cult. Fang La's only hope was to defeat Chen Ang and maintain the only advantage they had over the imperial court.
Fang Jie was immersed in Jianghu. The Ming Cult's reputation of not going back on its word, and its prestige of killing officials and rebelling, he did not understand that it had always been the weak who gave the strong an explanation. Why did the strong need to explain so much to the weak? That was why he tried to provoke them and was reprimanded by Fang La.
The Ming Cult's survival depended on Fang La's shoulders. How could Fang Jie and the others feel such a heavy pressure? Fang La was already a little anxious. Even though the Heaven and Earth Great Shift was unparalleled, it could not shake Chen Ang at all. He had used all his strength, but he was only on par with him. The Ming Cult could not bear such an ending.
He reached behind him and took out two long and narrow tokens from his waist. When the rainwater hit the tokens, there was a faint flame that changed its color. His body twisted, and his whole body suddenly fell in an incomparably strange posture. The tokens seemed to have turned into a nimble poisonous snake, hissing and hissing.
The originally righteous palm technique suddenly turned into a sinister and strange body movement. In Fang La's hand, the tokens were like a ball of twisted light and shadow. Together with the exquisite power, they entangled around Chen Ang layer by layer.
The cold and fierce light and shadow were erratic, like a sinister wind or a ghost, strange and unpredictable. This was a strange martial art originating from Persia. It was very different from the common sense of the Central Plains. The divine skill of the Sheng Huo Ling was a sinister and strange attack.
Although this martial art was passed down to the Persian Cult, it was not in line with the character of the Ming Cult's successive Cult Leaders. Therefore, it was more symbolic than practical. But today, Fang La was forced into a corner by Chen Ang, so he had no choice but to use this martial art that was not in line with his character.
But Fang La would never have imagined that Chen Ang was familiar with all the languages in the world. He could even be said to be proficient in the Tadpole Heavenly Script and the Neon Talisman, let alone the Persian language. The martial art of the Sheng Huo Ling was not concealed. As soon as it was taken out, he saw it. With the secret manual as a reference, Chen Ang was able to figure out the Sheng Huo Ling's martial art in just two or three moves.
This kind of unorthodox martial art was the pinnacle of its power. Perhaps he would be at a disadvantage if he encountered a master of the Central Plains who was not familiar with the Persian martial art. But if he encountered Chen Ang, who was also proficient in this martial art, he would be in big trouble.
The way of martial art was to restrain the strange. As soon as Fang La's routine was figured out, the situation fell into Chen Ang's control. His palms spread out like a thousand blooming lotuses. They turned into palm prints that filled the sky and restrained the energy that pervaded the battlefield.
The Ming Cult's Four Great Guardian Kings' countenances changed drastically. What appeared in Chen Ang's hands was the Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi, which they regarded as their cult's most treasured divine skill. In Chen Ang's hands, this martial art had a completely different transformation. Other than some obvious shadows, it could be regarded as another martial art that was exactly the same as the original one.
Fang La steadied his mind and focused all his attention on the battle. He did not think too much about it. He advanced and retreated at the same time. The Sheng Huo Ling in his hands was full of changes. But a force that followed him like a shadow was diverting and neutralizing his strength. Both of their forces were facing each other. It was like two masters of balance who were destroying each other's center of gravity.
All of a sudden, the force that Chen Ang had directed was restrained. Like a real force, it struck the void. Fang La was puzzled. He carefully protected his vital parts. At the same time, the two forces intertwined and entangled around Chen Ang's body.
In the void, it was as if a piece of void had been emptied. Suddenly, a strong suction force burst out and deviated from Fang La's force. Chen Ang waved his hand casually. All kinds of strange force fields were generated in the void. Waves after waves of strange force affected Fang La's senses.
Like walking into a trap, Fang La crashed into the force field that Chen Ang had set up. Fang La felt that Chen Ang had already seen through his martial art style and inner force. In the blink of an eye, he had fallen into Chen Ang's rhythm. His body also became sluggish. An empty force had trapped Fang La.
Chen Ang gently pointed his finger at Fang La's body. A complicated force intertwined and sealed his movements. Several waves of strange inner force sealed the major acupoints all over his body.
Fang La could not hold on any longer. Even though he had the Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi to reverse his acupoints and neutralize the strange inner force, his face turned pale. He staggered a few steps back and leaned against the wall weakly.
"Sect Master!" The Dharmarajas were burning with anxiety. They rushed forward and surrounded Fang La on all three sides, keeping their guard up as they checked on Fang La's injuries. Deng Yuanjue probed Fang La's body with his inner energy, but he felt that Fang La's body was in a mess. His inner energy was out of control and clashed violently. If he was not careful, he would trigger a counterattack from Fang La's inner energy.
Deng Yuanjue felt a mysterious inner force rushing toward him. He did not dare to resist, fearing that he would hurt Fang La and aggravate his injury. Therefore, he allowed the force to enter his body and only used his inner force to wear it down.
Deng Yuanjue coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The remaining Ming Cult higher-ups supported Deng Yuanjue's swaying body and shouted anxiously, "Dharmaraja!" "Monk Deng!"
"I'm fine!" After Deng Yuanjue spat out a mouthful of blood, the tightness in his chest dissipated a little.
"This is bad!" A Ming Cult disciple rushed over and hastily said, "The officers and soldiers at the foot of the mountain are attacking us. They know the terrain and the mechanism of the mountain like the back of their hand. There are also people who are providing support in secret. They have already broken into the headquarters."
"What?" The people of the Ming Cult were shocked. In the distance, there were already flickering lanterns and battle cries.
Dozens of men in woven rush raincoats appeared around them and surrounded Chen Ang. The backbone of the Flags of Five Elements, the Flag Master, was tied to one side. In the distance, the officers and soldiers held strong bows and crossbows in their hands. They advanced and retreated in an orderly manner. With the help of the men in woven rush raincoats, the people of the Ming Cult were forced to retreat.
In front of the Dharmaraja, there was Chen Ang blocking their way. Behind them, there was an army attacking the mountain. They could neither advance nor retreat. They were trapped in a dead end.
"It seems that I have won this battle by a small margin."
Chen Ang smiled with his hands behind his back. He picked up the oil-paper umbrella beside him and held it over his head. Drops of water dripped down and fell into the puddles, making a crisp sound.
Fang La struggled to get up. His expression was calm. He said to Chen Ang, "Your Excellency's skills are superior. The outcome of the battle is clear to you. Today, the Ming Cult has met with a great calamity. However, the ups and downs of the times are difficult and dangerous. We have already regarded it as normal. The previous Cult Masters have all died suddenly. The Ming Cult has also faced the danger of being wiped out. "
"Life and death are normal for us. As long as the Sacred Flame is not extinguished, the cult will not perish."
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