Hui Miao's Taoist Heart was as strong as the sun.
During the battle, she had turned the desert into a Buddhist land, and her whole person had transformed into a Bodhisattva. Her spiritual power was so strong that it could compare with a Mighty Martial Artist who had a lifespan of three to five hundred years.
Throughout the battle, she had completely suppressed Lin Buzheng, giving him no chance to breathe. No matter how one looked at it, Hui Miao was bound to win this battle.
However, who would have thought that in such a one-sided battle, Lin Buzheng, who was at an absolute disadvantage, would unexpectedly turn the tables and defeat Hui Miao in one fell swoop at the last moment?
Such a scene that defied common sense made the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect feel puzzled, shocked, and in disbelief.
A small number of disciples of the Chongsheng Sect had vaguely guessed the truth. They thought that Lin Buzheng's Taoist Heart was firm, and his spiritual power was far stronger than Hui Miao's. It seemed that Hui Miao had firmly suppressed him throughout the battle, but in fact, he had a chance to turn the tables from the beginning to the end.
Most of the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect thought that Lin Buzheng was despicable and shameless, and that he had inadvertently discovered the flaw in Hui Miao's Taoist Heart, which was why he was able to crack it. Otherwise, if the two had fought normally with their Taoist Hearts, Lin Buzheng would have undoubtedly lost.
It was precisely because of this that most of the disciples of the Chongsheng Sect looked at Lin Buzheng with disdain. They thought that even if Lin Buzheng won, he was not worthy of pride at all, nor was he worthy of their recognition.
As for the thoughts of these disciples of the Chongsheng Sect, Lin Buzheng, who was training in the Hundred Battles Small World, naturally knew nothing.
In fact, even if Lin Buzheng knew what these people were thinking, he would not care at all. How could a giant dragon soaring above the Nine Heavens care about what ants thought of him?
Buzz!
Lin Buzheng put the Spiritual Talisman Hui Miao had given him together with the Spiritual Talisman he had.
In a burst of dazzling holy brilliance, the two Spiritual Talismans merged into one.
"The range of my divine sense has expanded again!"
Lin Buzheng placed his Divine Sense in the energy fluctuation released by the Spiritual Talisman, and immediately found that the limit of his Divine Sense had doubled again.
Correspondingly, the other examinees were also able to sense Lin Buzheng's presence from an even greater distance.
But Lin Buzheng didn't care in the slightest towards this. He'd already attained the peak in the Martial Dao, True Essence, Bloodline Energy, Soul Energy, and Dao Heart. His strength was so terrifying that he was entirely capable of sweeping through the entire Hundred Battles Minor World, and he was utterly unafraid of any opponent.
As expected, as Lin Buzheng moved forward, many disciples of the Chongsheng Sect who were participating in the trial suddenly found traces of Lin Buzheng.
These martial artists were all genius disciples of the Chongsheng Sect, who were extremely powerful. At the same time, they coveted the generous rewards promised by Wu Tian Wang, so they all attacked Lin Buzheng one after another. As expected, they were all defeated by Lin Buzheng.
Of course, there were also some rational disciples of the Chongsheng Sect who knew that they were far from being Lin Buzheng's opponents. Therefore, as soon as they discovered him, they immediately fled.
Unfortunately, Lin Buzheng's various abilities were heaven-defying, and his speed was also extremely fast.
With one step, he seemed to be able to cross time and space, instantly crossing a distance of hundreds of feet.
With a few steps, he easily crossed a distance of several miles and came to the side of these disciples of the Chongsheng Sect, so that these people couldn't even escape and were all captured by him.
There was no way to go to heaven and no way to hell. This was the true portrayal of these disciples of the Chongsheng Sect.
In less than a moment, Lin Buzheng had already defeated nearly ten disciples of the Chongsheng Sect and obtained more than a hundred Spiritual Stones.
The energy released by the fused Spirit Talismans covered an area of a hundred miles, making Lin Buzheng's every move look like a Heavenly Venerable.
"Hiss, what terrifying combat strength!"
"Could it be that the genius of the Chongsheng Sect is really no match for this scoundrel of the Divine Might Sect?"
"Now that things have come to this, I'm afraid that only our Holy Son and Holy Maiden can defeat him personally!"
The spectating disciples of the Chongsheng Sect looked at Lin Buzheng's invincible aura as he swept away his opponents one after another. They were all dejected like defeated roosters.
It should be noted that these people who had fought with Lin Buzheng were not ordinary disciples of the Chongsheng Sect. They were geniuses of the Three Palaces, Seven Pavilions, and Twelve Peaks. All of them had amazing attainments in a certain area of martial arts.
Given time, they would definitely become existences that could dominate the Chongsheng Sect and become Sages.
But now, these geniuses of the Chongsheng Sect, the future pillars of the sect, had all been defeated by Lin Buzheng. Such a scene naturally made the spectating disciples of the Chongsheng Sect feel despair.
Now that things had come to this, these disciples of the Chongsheng Sect could only place their hopes on the Holy Son, Wu Tian Tian, and the Holy Maiden, Yue He. They hoped that they could defeat Lin Buzheng and restore the name of the Chongsheng Sect.
Judging from Lin Buzheng's momentum in the Hundred Battles Microcosm, it would not be long before the two sides would fight. It would be the final battle!
"What a strange place!"
"This is … a graveyard!"
The next moment, with his hands behind his back, Lin Buzheng walked calmly out of the picturesque area and came to an extremely strange place.
In this area, the sky was gray and gloomy, and the ground was dry as if it had been scorched by a fire. The soil was dark and devoid of Spiritual Qi.
However, what surprised Lin Buzheng the most was not the strange environment of this area, but the countless coffins placed in this area.
Among these coffins, the smallest was only the size of a thumb, while the largest was hundreds of meters tall. They were like small mountains that stood tall on the desolate land since ancient times.
Some of the coffins were made of ordinary wooden planks, some were made of Spiritual Wood, and some were even carefully made of unknown Spiritual Gold.
These coffins were either randomly placed on the ground, embedded in the cliffs, or hung in the air by vines. The coffins gave off a decaying and ancient aura. As a living person, Lin Buzheng felt very uncomfortable walking through them.
However, Lin Buzheng's Taoist Heart was firm. In addition, he had traveled through the river of time and experienced many strange things in the eyes of ordinary people. Therefore, he soon calmed down and followed the path filled with coffins into the depths of this area.
"What an ancient coffin …"
As Lin Buzheng moved forward, he carefully looked at the coffins around him. He found that regardless of the workmanship or style of these coffins, they were all extremely ancient, as if they had been through an extremely long time. Most of the coffins were extremely decayed.
However, even though these coffins were dilapidated and decayed, the aura they gave off was still unfathomable. It was as if the people buried in them were terrifyingly powerful martial artists from the ancient times.
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