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The Sky Dragon roared, and the King Of Ming waved his fist. The two powerful forces were about to fight when a purple figure suddenly fell from the sky like a meteor, blocking between the Sky Dragon and the King Of Ming.
In front of the two giants, the figure was like an ant, but at this time, he was fearless. He punched with his left hand to meet the giant fist of the King Of Ming, and his right hand turned into a sharp palm, holding the upper jaw of the Sky Dragon.
There was no raging flow of energy, no earth-shattering noise. It was as if Ming Wang and Sky Dragon had been frozen in the air by that person. In the midst of the wind and clouds, the force of a thousand catties had vanished into thin air.
Everyone thought that the man in purple was an ant trying to shake a tree, but seeing this scene, all the immortals and mortals were shocked. But in the next moment, an even more shocking scene appeared. The arm of the King Of Ming seemed to be swept away by a hurricane, and a spiral force spread from his fist upwards. The thick arm was bent into the shape of a fried dough twist, and then collapsed and dissipated. The Sky Dragon also had a crack from the upper jaw, and then like a spider web, it spread all over his body, and his skin, flesh, and scales were all broken. "Shing, shing, shing, shing." The Sky Dragon was beaten back to his original shape, and the long swords fell like rain, all fixed on the ground, and the purple figure also fell with the sword rain.
The stage was set, and the audience was ready. After the various characters of life, death, cleansing, and ugliness, it was time for the protagonist to go on stage.
The standing young man in purple was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, tall, elegant, and generous. Who else could it be except Mu Zixuan?
"Buddhists abstain from anger, and Taoists do not fight. Why do you want to fight under the feet of the Emperor?" Mu Zixuan stood between the Buddhists and Taoists, and said calmly. Ying Feiyang, who was watching the show leisurely in the crowd, cursed in his heart, "Tsk, pretentious!" The hearts of the other people present trembled.
The Sky Dragon and the King Of Ming were able to defeat these two forces with one strike, which meant that they were close to the level of the Three Pinnacle Saints and the Four Great Monster Kings. However, the person in front of him was only in his early twenties, yet he had such a foundation. He had never seen such a person before, so he did not know that there was such a person in the world!
"Who are you?" Lü Zhixuan asked. The onlookers were shocked by that powerful strike, but as the person involved, Lü Zhixuan naturally knew more than others.
Just now, when the two mighty forces of Buddhism and Daoism collided, there would definitely be casualties on one side, and it was even possible that both sides would be injured. However, this person suddenly intervened and used his own strength to make the 'force' of both sides reach a kind of balance in a short moment. And when the balance was about to be broken, he used a miraculous skill that was similar to borrowing strength to fight strength. The two balanced forces cancelled each other out, neutralized each other, and dissipated. It was not that this person's foundation could really crush the Sky Dragon and the King Of Ming.
Of course, even so, it was still admirable. It should be known that if there was even the slightest mistake in the young man's control of the vital Qi, it would cause the balance to lose balance, and it would be inevitable that both sides would be injured. And the young man, who was in between the two forces, would not even have his bones left. Just by looking at the use of vital Qi, Lü Zhixuan was already ashamed of his inferiority. Therefore, at this time, although the other party did not have the intention to hurt him, Lü Zhixuan was also very cautious.
Mu Zixuan smiled humbly, waved the token on his waist and said, "I am Mu Zixuan, the current seventh rank spiritual altar officer of Si Tiantai. I am here under the Emperor's order to specially ask both sides to stop fighting and disperse, and this matter will be over!"
At the mention of Si Tiantai, both Buddhism and Daoism understood. As people of the Heavenly Axiom, they naturally had dealings with Si Tiantai, and they also knew that Si Tiantai was in charge of astronomy and astrology. The third rank supervisor of the calendar year, and the fourth rank junior supervisors were just decorations to deceive people. The real leader of Si Tiantai was the seventh rank spiritual altar officer who held the power to supervise the people of the Heavenly Axiom.
However, the people of the Heavenly Axiom were not completely afraid of the Emperor's power. In this matter, the Buddhists were originally in the right, and after hearing these words, they thought that the Emperor was secretly siding with the Daoists, and they couldn't help but feel dissatisfied. Discussions broke out. Duanfa also shouted, "His Majesty's order is biased, and if this goes on, I'm afraid the believers will be disappointed!"
Lü Zhixuan took the opportunity to mock, "A monk like you actually dares to talk about politics? Aren't you afraid of angering His Majesty and making him follow the example of Northern Wei's Taiwu Emperor and destroy Buddhism? "
Duanfa angrily said, "You wretched Daoist injured my disciple and used the Emperor's name to suppress me. Could it be that you know that you can't win against the Buddhists, and that you will lose face if you continue fighting?"
Lü Zhixuan blew his beard and said, "Who's afraid of you? If you have the ability, come and fight me one on one!" He Guqiong had just forcefully circulated his inner Qi, and now that he was obviously injured, he still didn't change his stubborn temper. Duanfa was also provoked, and he rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward, but he was pulled by Master Kumming. Master Kumming rushed to Li Hanguang and said, "Master Li, how do you think we should resolve this matter?"
Li Hanguang discussed with his Junior Brother and roughly understood the situation in the monastery. He helplessly said to Mu Zixuan, "Mister Mu, I'm sorry. Today, not only do we have to bring He Guqiong back to Shang Qing Monastery, we also have to invite Masters Kuming and Duanfa back. Mister Mu should also know the severity of the situation, and we have to do this. I hope that Young Master can watch from the sidelines, and in the future, I will personally go to Shang Yang Palace to ask for forgiveness from His Majesty."
Master Kumming chanted a Buddhist mantra and said, "I originally wanted to bury the hatchet, but I don't know why Master Li is so obsessed with I and Duanfa, even to the point of defying His Majesty's oral order. If Master Li insists on doing this, I will have no choice but to act as a protector."
When Ying Feiyang heard this, he couldn't help but praise, "This old monk is indeed a master of Buddhist debate. Although he looks like a dried corpse, he is very shrewd in his speech. With just a few words, he has handed over the responsibility of resisting the imperial order to the Shangqing school."
Master Kumming put his palms together, looking solemn. His withered body shone with Buddha's light, and a Wheel of Heavenly Law appeared under his feet. In an instant, he was filled with an imposing manner. Except for Ying Feiyang, the Shangqing school disciples surrounding him all took a step back, and Ying Feiyang, who was originally in the middle, became the front. He smiled awkwardly at Master Kumming, but he didn't run or hide. Instead, he used his internal Qi to borrow Kuming's imposing manner to sharpen his sword heart.
Ying Feiyang once broke into the battle between Master Kumming and Sima Chengzhen. On that day, Master Kumming discussed Buddhism and fought with Sima Chengzhen. On that day, Master Kumming and Sima Chengzhen were equally matched. But considering that Sima Chengzhen was a Taoist priest, at that time, he only debated with Kuming on Buddhism, so he should be one level higher than Master Kumming. But now, Sima Chengzhen was dead. In a one-on-one fight, no one in the Shangqing school could compete with Kuming.
Fortunately, there were many masters in the Shangqing school. Li Hanguang, Du Ruhui, and Zhang Shouzhi looked at each other. Then, they stepped forward at the same time. They stepped on the three positions of Heaven, Earth, and Man. Every step they took corresponded to the number of Da Xuan. A Tai Chi Trigram appeared under their feet. It carried the Wonderful Truth of Primal Chaos as it rotated and expanded.
Just as the Tai Chi Trigram and the edge of the Wheel of Heavenly Laws under Master Kumming's feet were about to meet and overlap, Mu Zixuan suddenly stamped his feet. The ground trembled, and a gully as wide as a foot split open, separating the Tai Chi Trigram from the Wheel of Heavenly Laws.
"You seem to have mistaken two things. First, I'm not here for decoration." Mu Zixuan stood proudly with his hands behind his back.
"Young man, are you going to rely on the Imperial Decree to subdue us again? I'm not afraid to tell you that even if His Majesty came here personally, we would still do the same! "Lü Zhixuan said fiercely.
"This is the second thing you've mistaken. Although I'm here on the Imperial Decree, I've never thought of using it to subdue you." As he spoke, a purple splendor burst forth from Mu Zixuan's body. It shone brightly as it landed on the ground. It was as if the Crape Myrtle Star had descended to the mortal world. "Because what can subdue you is my strength!" Mu Zixuan said indifferently.
PS: Let me first announce one thing. As of yesterday, all the new Xianxia newcomers who were on the recommendation spots at the same time as me have all been abandoned. If this is a battle royale, I'm already the final victor!
In fact, my results are much worse than theirs. The number of recommendation spots I've obtained is also the lowest. They feel that their collections are so low that they can't support them to continue writing. In fact, even if you take a fraction, it's still more than mine. I'm not saying this to prove that I have a firm will. It's impossible to say that my poor results don't affect me in the slightest. From the obvious decrease in the number of updates in October, it can be seen that I'm tired and slack off. But even so, I'll still continue writing. Because I want to know how good my writing will be.
Perhaps it's the prize for winning the battle royale. Today, I opened the author's mailbox and found that after three whole months, I've actually gotten a recommendation spot again! A whole three months! I've gritted my teeth and written 320,000 words without any recommendation spots! There are no more than 50 clicks per day, and the total number of clicks to date is less than 4000. The increase in my collections is all because of advertising … In this situation, even though it's only the smallest promotion, it gives me the illusion that I've been suffering for a long time. I want to sing the song "Turning Over the Serf".
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