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Duanfa struck out with his palm. The wind from his palm carried a shrill whistle, as if a demon was wailing and wailing. It was heading straight for the masked man in black. The masked man raised his arm to block the attack, but at this moment, he suddenly withdrew his arm and used his chest to receive the palm. A clear light flashed on the masked man's chest, and a Tai Chi Wheel appeared like a protective mirror. The Tai Chi Wheel spun and barely dissolved part of the palm's power. But even so, the palm still hit the masked man and sent him flying like a paper kite with a broken string.
Li Hanguang's expression changed and he said, "Capture him." As he spoke, Li Hanguang drew the incantation with his finger and activated his profound energy. He forcefully tore a hole in the Universe Isolation Array in front of him. At the same time, two figures that were as fast as lightning took advantage of the gap and entered the array.
Mu Zixuan's purple figure was like a phantom. With a tap of her toes, she appeared behind the man in black and pressed her hand against his back. The man in black, who was originally flying backwards, turned into a right angle and fell straight down. He was brought back to the ground by Mu Zixuan. As soon as his feet touched the ground, the bricks under his feet cracked like a spider web. It was Mu Zixuan who directed the Qi into the ground to help the man in black remove the remaining force from his body.
On the other hand, Ying Feiyang's sword aura was like a rainbow. He straightened his body and stabbed at Duanfa. Duanfa's expression changed slightly. He reached out with his gloved hand and grabbed the edge of the sword. There was an ear-piercing sound of friction as the Stellar Chronicle Sword and the glove collided, creating dazzling sparks. After the Stellar Chronicle Sword had been "sharpened", its edge sharpened, but the thin silk glove did not break a single thread. Finally, the tip of the sword moved forward by half a foot, and it had no more strength to move forward, firmly gripped by Duanfa's big hand. Ying Feiyang did not try to snatch the sword, nor did he use any more True Power, he only maintained this posture and confronted Duanfa.
Duanfa, who had always been glaring like a Vajra, did not seem to be angry at this time. Under the silver moonlight, his indifferent face looked a bit solemn. He said calmly, "The way the Shangqing school treats its guests is indeed an eye-opener. I wonder which Shangqing nobleman is over there."
When the black-clothed man heard this, he chuckled and spat out a mouthful of blood, wetting the cloth covering his face. At the same time, his body deflated like a deflated balloon. His waistline didn't change much, but he became a little shorter. At this moment, a pale and haggard face was revealed. It was the Shangqing school's disciple, Du Ruhui.
Duanfa glanced in Li Hanguang's direction and said, "Master Li, aren't you going to explain?"
Du Ruhui coughed up blood. Suddenly he pulled open the front of his robe and said, "Why don't you explain first, Reverend? Where did you learn this soft and strange palm technique? 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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There was a palm print on Du Ruhui's slightly plump chest. The palm print was very light, only slightly darker than the surrounding skin. It looked like it would disappear very soon, but the force was all under the skin, spreading along the tendons and veins, like worms wriggling in the flesh. It was hard to believe that this soft and gentle palm technique was actually left behind by Duanfa, who was as hard and fierce as a diamond.
Looking at this rather frightening injury, Duanfa played it down and said, "It's a skill that I learned by chance in my early years, it's not worth mentioning. It's also Taoist priest's fault for hiding your face and joking with I. I only thought that you were the murderer who killed Master Sima, so he lost his sense of propriety when he attacked."
Du Ruhui said, "Reverend Duanfa hid this kind of consummate skill. Why didn't you mention it when my master's body was examined in the hall?"
Duanfa said, "Although there aren't many soft and gentle palm techniques in the world, there are still more than ten of them. I was lucky enough to know one of them, but it's not worth showing off. Moreover, in that kind of situation in the hall, everyone is a suspect, and it's hard to prove one's innocence. If it was Taoist priest, would you admit to this matter and invite suspicion on yourself?"
Du Ruhui said, "You monk, you look like a brute, but when you refute, you're actually very organized. But no matter how glib your tongue is, you can fool us about the palm technique, but how do you explain the Subduing Snake Silk, one of the Black Cult's six great treasures, in your hands?"
"Martial Nephew Duanfa, can you explain?" A gentle voice suddenly sounded. From the source of the voice, a withered old monk walked over with old steps. It was Master Kumming.
Li Hanguang said cautiously, "It's late at night, I wonder why Reverend has come here?"
"Just now when I was in my room, I felt the wish of all living beings in the Shangqing school was gathering in one direction. I thought someone was coming to attack, so I came here to see what was going on. I didn't expect to see such a scene."
Ying Feiyang heard this and suddenly understood, "Just now Master Du was hiding his identity and did not use the skills he was good at. He was at a disadvantage, but in the blink of an eye, he turned defeat into victory and successfully forced Duanfa to use his hidden skill. At that time, although I felt a mysterious force pouring into Master Du's body, I couldn't recognize that it was the wish of all living beings. But this old monk Kumming was far away, yet he could still sense it. His cultivation level is really far from mine. "
When Duanfa saw Kumming coming, he showed a helpless expression and closed his eyes in silence.
Du Ruhui said sternly, "If he can't explain, I'll explain on his behalf. Western Region Black Cult Guru's third disciple – Songchama, I have already recognized your identity. How long are you going to pretend for!"
In the main hall of the Shangqing school, although it was already night, the lights were once again lit. The five Daoists of the Shangqing school, Master Kumming, Princess Yuzhen, Mu Zixuan and Ying Feiyang, were all present, surrounding Duanfa in the middle of the hall.
Black Cult. Through Du Ruhui's explanation, Ying Feiyang had a better understanding of this unfamiliar name. In the hundred countries of the Western Region, there were many sects, and the Black Cult was one of the more influential sects. The sect was based on witchcraft, and mixed with the philosophy of the ancient Buddhist Tantric Sect. The god they believed in was the Mahakala Deity, who symbolized war. Therefore, it had the primitive, bloody and barbaric characteristics of witchcraft. There was also the extreme fanaticism of early Buddhism. Believers wantonly propagated feverish practices such as hanging bodies with iron hooks, skinning people's skin and chanting sutras, and burning bodies as offerings to the gods. Those who opposed their actions were all heathens, and were the best blood sacrifices for the Mahakala Deity.
The Black Cult's Six Great Treasures – the Human-headed Wooden Fish, the Leg Bone Flute, and the Soul-mourning Leather Drum – were all refined from the corpses and bones of the heathen sect leaders who had died in the hands of the Black Cult. As for the Subduing Serpent Silk, which was also one of the Six Great Treasures, its origin was even more mythical. In the legends of the Black Cult, the Mahakala Deity had six arms and three eyes, and his body was dark blue in color. He wore human bone prayer beads and wore tiger skin. His entire body emitted blazing flames, and there was even a large flowery snake coiled around his neck.
One day, the large flowery snake was lured by the heathen sect's Evil God, and bit Mahakala. Mahakala was immediately enraged, and although the blazing flames on his body burned with fury, they burned the snake. The snake tried to escape, but Mahakala grabbed its head and tail, and it was unable to escape. In the end, it was burned by the raging flames for seven days and seven nights, and turned into ashes, leaving behind only a thin thread that was burnt from the snake's skin. This thin thread was unusually sharp, and even swords could not destroy it. Although it was only five feet long, it had excellent extensibility, and could stretch for hundreds of miles. Therefore, Mahakala bestowed it to the leader of the Black Cult as a weapon to cut off the heads of his enemies.
Just by listening to Du Ruhui's introduction, Ying Feiyang could not help but shudder. He had a deep hatred for barbaric and bloody religions.
Meanwhile, Du Ruhui had also reached the final stage of his narration. "In my early years, I was active in the West Regions. In name, I was called a Wanderer, but in reality, I was nothing more than an escort for some traveling merchants in exchange for some money. I had seen you a few times from afar, but at that time, you were already the disciple of the Black Cult's Guru, while I was still stuck at the level of a martial artist, and had yet to come into contact with the Heavenly Dao. Therefore, I was not qualified to enter your eyes. How could I have imagined that a few decades later, I would actually meet you in Luoyang, which is a hundred miles away from the West Regions? "
After listening to Du Ruhui's words, Ying Feiyang took another look at the monk, Xiang Duanfa. Upon closer inspection, he realized that there were indeed some differences between him and the Han people. It was just that his hair and beard had been shaved off, making it impossible to tell his original hair color. His appearance was also rough, concealing the characteristics of the people from a different tribe, and his high nose and deep-set eyes. In addition, he could speak Mandarin fluently, which made him even better than some of the Han people. The only difference was that his eyeballs were slightly browner than others. If not for Du Ruhui's reminder, no one would have been able to tell that he was from a different tribe.
"When I first met you, I said that you looked familiar. It's just that many years have passed, and your appearance has changed greatly, so I did not think too deeply about it. However, I did not expect that my momentary negligence would actually cause you to harm Master. Songchama, do you still dare to deny it?! "
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