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"Since I'm here, I can't see the two sides fighting again. If Buddhism and Taoism still want to fight again, then Mu Zixuan will definitely be in front of me!" Mu Zixuan had a generous appearance and a dignified bearing. Her aura was like a majestic peak, lying in front of her, making people of Buddhism and Taoism feel that it was difficult to surpass.
Master Kumming chanted, "Amitabha. Although you're young, you already have an extraordinary cultivation, but it's still too exaggerated to contend with the White Horse Temple. Why do you want to forcibly involve yourself in this cause and effect?" With Kumming's eyesight, which was close to the realm of the Heavenly Eye, one of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, although he could not see through the cause and effect of the ten worlds, he could still see the limit of Mu Zixuan. Although Mu Zixuan's cultivation was high, it had not reached the peak. Moreover, even if the six people and four demons at the peak of the world came, they might not be able to contend with the power of the two sects.
Mu Zixuan said, "Since Buddhism can get involved in the fight of personal feelings, then why should I be afraid of involving myself in the cause and effect?"
Master Kumming said, "It's not a fight of personal feelings, but an act of protection. Although Buddha is tolerant, it's like a thunderous lion's roar!"
Mu Zixuan laughed, "That's true. Anger is the fire of the heart, burning the pure body. If there's fire not vented, it will instead breed the devil in the heart. Since that's the case, I'm willing to taste the anger of Buddhism on behalf of Master Lü. "
Lü Zhixuan was adjusting his breath. When he heard this, he frowned and said, "Young man, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need you to stand up for me."
Before he finished speaking, Mu Zixuan interrupted, "If you don't have empty words, why don't you take the time to adjust your breath? Since I'm here to mediate, I must not be biased. After blocking the anger of the White Horse Temple, I'll come to experience the Constellation Sword Formation of Taoism."
This sentence made Lü Zhixuan's breath tumble and almost choke. When he was about to explode, he was stopped by Li Hanguang. Li Hanguang asked, "If that's the case, I would like to ask how you can be impartial?"
Mu Zixuan waved his sleeves and said, "Just now, the fight between the Sky Dragon and the King Of Ming was supposed to be a good show, but because of my interference, the outcome was not decided. It's a pity. Since that's the case, I'm willing to determine the winner and loser of this fight." Mu Zixuan pointed at the boundary that he had just drawn and said, "I will not move first. I will receive a punch from the King Of Ming. If I can be forced to retreat beyond this boundary, I will no longer interfere in this matter. Otherwise, I hope that Master Kumming will listen to my words."
The boundary was no more than three steps away from where Mu Zixuan was standing. Master Kumming's expression changed. He was about to dissuade her when Mu Zixuan turned around and said to the people of the Shangqing school, "I heard that the Twenty-eight Constellations Sword Formation was personally created by Master Sima. The formation combines the seven stars and four constellations and corresponds to the mountains and rivers. It's the best sword formation that can change to the extreme. Even the creator of the formation, Sima Daoist, would find it difficult to escape if he was trapped in the formation. I dare not be on par with Master Sima, but it's not difficult for me to stay unscathed within the time it takes for a joss stick to burn. If I can do it, I also hope that the virtuous people of the Shangqing school will listen to my words."
"This is the rule that I have set. Do you dare to accept it?" When Mu Zixuan said this, she activated her vital energy. Her voice was like the roar of thunder, rolling across the wilderness in front of the temple. It reverberated back and forth, multiplying its power and spread into the ears of the surrounding believers. The surrounding believers had long since put away their previous reverence. Now, they all wanted to watch the show. One after another, they made a ruckus. In the end, they actually shouted in unison, "Accept him! Accept him! Accept him! "
Li Hanguang could not help but smile bitterly, "Mr. Mu, your actions have forced the Shangqing school to accept."
Master Kumming also said helplessly, "Since the Shangqing school has accepted, the White Horse Temple should naturally follow closely behind. However, the King Of Ming's Dharma Form is in harmony with the wishes of all living beings. It's no small matter. I hope that benefactor will treat it with caution.
"Thank you, Master, for your concern." Mu Zixuan put her palms together and bowed. Then, she straightened her body and raised her palms. She made a 'please' gesture towards the giant statue of the King Of Ming in the sky. Although the human and the Buddha's figures were very different, their auras were on par with each other. It was hard to tell who was superior.
The King Of Ming was the incarnation of the Buddha's anger. Although the Buddha was benevolent, he would still transform into the image of the King Of Ming when he encountered evil spells and evil spirits. The King Of Ming on the cloud was originally missing an arm. Now, with the Buddhist power of the White Horse Monk, the cloud wriggled at the place where his broken arm was. In the blink of an eye, another arm grew out. At this moment, his eyes were like bells, his fangs were raised, and his hair was like flames. He looked like he was unable to restrain his anger.
Master Kumming sighed. Although Mu Zixuan had defeated the Sky Dragon and the King Of Ming in one move just now, in reality, she had only used an exquisite method of borrowing strength to create that amazing power. If it was a one-on-one fight, there would be no room for tricks. In fact, the strength of the Sky Dragon and the King Of Ming were above that of Mu Zixuan. Even Master Kumming did not dare to be careless. He led Duanfa and retreated ten steps away.
"Be careful." As the announcement was made, the muscles and tendons of the King Ming's entire body began to expand in a mysterious trajectory. They expanded again and again. Suddenly, he seemed to have grown a few times bigger. His muscles bulged, showing a terrifying explosive force. The next moment, his fist was like a falling meteorite, carrying with it an indescribable artistic conception, smashing down with a loud rumble.
Before the punch even arrived, the surrounding air had already exploded, as if the air could not withstand the punch. A hurricane also spread out along with the sound waves. The younger disciples who were slightly closer felt their footsteps become unsteady, as if they were about to be blown away.
On the other hand, Mu Zixuan, who bore the brunt of the attack, stood firmly. Every strand of his hair and every piece of his clothes fluttered behind him, but his eyes flashed with a bright light, as clear as a god. His hands flipped and formed a seal, and the purple aura behind him condensed into the phantom image of an emperor wearing a crown. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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The man was ten feet tall, like an ancient emperor. His face was hidden behind the shadow of the crown jade pendant, but his eyes were as mysterious and deep as the stars. Through the cover of the jade pendant, he looked at the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles.
Ying Feiyang, who was watching from the side, suddenly felt that although his Senior Brother looked humble and polite, the magnificent and domineering Emperor's Dharma Form was the true reflection of his heart.
The Emperor's Dharma Form moved forward with one arm, as if pointing at the mountains and rivers. Suddenly, countless Boundary Seal barriers condensed by purple gas appeared in front of him. They were like towering passes, blocking in front of the King Ming's fist.
However, the King Ming's fist broke through the barriers with irresistible force. Under the fist, the barriers were broken like porcelain. In the blink of an eye, the huge fist had already brushed against the tip of Mu Zixuan's nose. The skin and flesh on Mu Zixuan's face were wrinkled by the wind of the fist, but he did not make a gesture to resist. His hands were still forming seals.
Finally, another barrier was broken. Several masters, including Ying Feiyang, were shocked at the same time. Although they could not detect it for a short time, the barrier just now did slow down the fist for a short moment!
At this time, Mu Zixuan let out a deep shout, and the Dharma Form behind him went into his body and overlapped with him. At this moment, he was like an emperor possessed. His palms overlapped and pushed forward, but it carried a power that could destroy the world.
When the disproportionately large fists and palms overlapped, there was a deafening sound. The surrounding airflow erupted like a tsunami, rolling up thousands of layers of airwaves, carrying the soil and sand grass on the ground and spreading out. The airwaves were so strong that many disciples could not stand steadily. Li Hanguang and Master Kumming used their Vital Energy at the same time to form two shields to protect their disciples.
In the center of the hurricane, Mu Zixuan also could not bear the strong force and was shaken back step by step, one step, two steps, three steps … Just when Mu Zixuan was about to withdraw from the line drawn by him, Mu Zixuan suddenly waved his palm, and the strong force hit the ground behind him, using the force of the shock in exchange for a slight stagnation.
But this momentary pause was enough for Mu Zixuan. Mu Zixuan stomped his feet, releasing all the force of a thousand catties under his feet. With a rumbling sound, the originally one foot wide boundary line behind him rapidly expanded, like a split abyss.
And Mu Zixuan was in the cracked abyss, half of his foot was already suspended in the air, but his body was still stable!
After the shock, only the ground was left full of scars. Master Kumming showed a look of admiration, put his palms together and said, "Benefactor really has an extraordinary merit. The White Horse Temple admires you. This boundary line really does not need to exist anymore." After saying that, his foot also stopped. Under the power of Buddha, the cracked ground actually gathered again, as if it had never cracked.
Seeing Kumming show this move, Mu Zixuan naturally knew his intention. She smiled modestly and said, "It's all because Master didn't make a move. Otherwise, how could I be so lucky?"
After saying that, she said to Lü Zhixuan, "The White Horse Temple is willing to give up. It depends on the attitude of the Shangqing school."
Lü Zhixuan's eyes turned cold and said, "I have been waiting for a long time!" When saying this, it was as if he was used to being a disciple of the Shangqing school. Li Hanguang and the other two looked embarrassed, but they also pretended not to hear it.
"Well, then I'll have to trouble the White Horse Temple to borrow some incense. After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the result will be clear!" Mu Zixuan said.
The Buddhists took out the bronze Buddhist incense from the temple and stood on the side to count the time. After the incense was lit, Lü Zhixuan ordered the disciples behind him, "If you have rested enough, quickly get up and open the formation!"
"Rustle, rustle, rustle …" Twenty-eight long swords were unsheathed at the same time and suspended in the air. The sword momentum covered the sky and the earth, like a row of stars. "Form the Azure Dragon Formation!" Under the command, the sword formation changed and lined up in a line, forming the shape of a dragon again. The dragon's body twisted, and its power was terrifying.
"Good!" Mu Zixuan praised and was about to enter the formation. Suddenly, Lü Zhixuan's body shook, and he looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood. Unexpectedly, he sat down on the ground. The dragon sword formation suddenly collapsed, and the long swords fell to the ground. Of course, the previous power was gone. Now, the long swords lined up in a line looked like a defeated dragon.
"Whoosh!" The Flood Dragon Sword in the eye of the formation dimmed, and a few small cracks appeared on the sword's body. It flew back into Lü Zhixuan's sheath.
Just now, Lü Zhixuan had forcefully activated his power, and the power of his heart's blood had pushed the Dragon Snake Transformation to the extreme. Now, he was like a lamp that had run out of oil, and had no strength to fight anymore. Seeing his ashen face, Li Hanguang didn't care that Lü Zhixuan had been expelled from the sect. He quickly walked forward and fed him a few pills to help him adjust his breathing. As soon as Lü Zhixuan's eyes regained some light, he said, "Shixiong, I'm fine now. Shangqing school can't lose face."
Seeing him like this, Li Hanguang said angrily, "Rest in peace and recover from your injuries. Shangqing school's face doesn't need an abandoned disciple like you to fight for it."
Mu Zixuan swept her eyes over Li Hanguang, Zhang Shouzhi, and Du Ruhui. She said, "Looks like Master Lü is unable to continue. I wonder who will replace him?"
The three of them were silent. No one in Shangqing school could replace Lü Zhixuan's swordsmanship. But if they were to openly say that there was no one in Shangqing school who could guide the Constellation Sword Formation, it would only make people laugh at Shangqing school's lack of talented people.
At this moment, a sword spun and flew over, stabbing into the eye of the formation. This sword was the Dragon's Eye!
A fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth dressed in fine clothes walked out from the Shangqing school's camp. He slowly walked along the "Sword Dragon's" tail. His eyes contained a mysterious light, and his footwork was calm and relaxed. The long sword at the "Dragon's Tail" hummed slightly, and a ray of sword light jumped on the "Dragon's Tail" like ripples. As the youth moved forward step by step, the ray of sword light followed his footsteps from the Dragon's Tail, to the dragon's body, and then to the dragon's head. It was as cheerful as a fairy. The defeated dragon seemed to have its meridians opened up by the ray of sword light. It came back to life again.
Finally, all the ray of sword light gathered on the Star Ji Sword at the dragon's eye. Its brilliance was like the stars. The Sword Dragon also became restless, and it couldn't wait to soar into the sky.
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