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The name buried deep in her memory suddenly resurfaced. Sang Mei's face instantly turned pale, and she said with a trembling voice, "Mother Ghost, you've seen Mother Ghost. Shouldn't her soul have dissipated long ago?"
Mu Zixuan smiled but did not answer. She said, "I have already said that the same thing cannot happen more than three times. I will only answer three of your questions. However, there is no need to announce the answer to these questions. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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Mu Zixuan exerted her Genuine Qi. A strong wind flowed, and her clothes fluttered even though there was no wind. She made a posture of asking for permission to fight and said, "I've answered three of your questions, so take three of my moves. If you don't die in three moves, you'll know the answer to the fourth question!"
Seeing that Mu Zixuan was filled with killing intent, Sang Mei gritted her teeth and said, "Junior, since you don't want to answer, after I kill you, I'll torture your soul!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Mei's True Vitality surged. Her scarlet kasaya fluttered in the wind as if it was dyed with blood. As her Qi accumulated to its peak, Sang Mei let out a deep shout and a swastika Buddhist seal appeared in her palm. This was the ultimate Buddhist technique, the 'Swastika Buddhist Palm'.
"Ghostly Walking Buddha Technique, what a rare sight!" Mu Zixuan was delighted to see this. She was 70% vigilant and 30% probing to meet the attack head-on.
The two palms met and a loud bang was heard. Then, Mu Zixuan scoffed, "It's a pity that our martial arts and physiques clash. In the end, it's neither fish nor fowl."
After exchanging blows, Mu Zixuan felt that her opponent's strength was not as deep as she had imagined. She thought to herself, "Sang Mei has been a famous figure for a long time. She shouldn't only have this kind of ability." But after thinking about it, he immediately understood, "Yes, after the Six Dao of Evil Destroyer was defeated, in order to avoid disaster, Mei Sang took over the body of a Buddhist. However, everything has its pros and cons. Although he used the Buddhist Qi as a cover to hide his Yin Ghost Qi and escape from the pursuit of the righteous cultivators, under the conflict between Buddha and Ghost, he would not be able to use half of his strength. No wonder she covets Ji Yaoyu's body. "
At this moment, he heard Sang Mei's sinister smile, "Neither fish nor fowl? What a joke! " Then, the golden Sutra Mudra in the center of his palm began to spin rapidly, turning from the majestic golden Buddhist light to the eerie black Ghost Qi. As the mudra reversed, the released Genuine Qi abruptly turned into a reverse absorption. Mu Zixuan suddenly felt that her Innate Qi was no longer under her control, and was actually being continuously absorbed by her opponent's body.
Although Sang Mei was restricted by her Buddha body and was unable to unleash her full power, she had meticulously researched a method that allowed both Buddha and Ghost to flow together. Using the power of the ghost to destroy it, reversing the Swastika Buddha Palm would cause the Buddha seal to reverse, forming a vortex that would attract the opponent's zhenqi. It was absolutely impossible to guard against, and it could even absorb the opponent's True Qi and Blood Essence into the body. Over the years, there had been many people who had been sucked dry by this move.
Feeling Mu Zixuan's zhenqi being absorbed into her body, Sang Mei suddenly heard Mu Zixuan's disdainful voice, "I thought it was a powerful killing move, but it's just a combination of good and evil."
His confident tone alerted Sang Mei, but it was already too late. Within Mu Zixuan's profound and vast Zhen Qi, there was a strange and sinister power that did not belong to the righteous path, even though it was small. Although it was small, it was condensed and sinister, like a water snake hidden in a torrent.
It was easy to dodge a spear in the open, but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow. The bone-chilling zhenqi invaded his dantian, and there was a sense of déjà vu that made him shudder. Before he could react, the zhenqi that had been hidden in his body suddenly exploded, and Sang Mei's meridians immediately suffered a strong impact. Even though her body was cold, she felt as if her meridians and acupoints were soaked in the water of the Nine Nether Underworld.
Sang Mei knew that this was not good, and hurriedly reversed the Sutra Wheel again. She used the zhenqi to release it, and used it to shake off the palm. However, her body was unstable, and she retreated a few steps.
"Prison Master Sang, be careful, the second move is coming!" Before Sang Mei could stand still, she saw Mu Zixuan had already launched an attack. Her fist was like a meteor, and it came crashing down like a meteor, looking down on the world. It was an invincible feeling.
Feeling the invisible spiritual pressure from the opponent, which only a top master could have, Sang Mei felt a chill all over her body. She felt that the youth in front of her was so powerful that even if she was at her peak, she would still be inferior. Suppressing the fear in her heart, Sang Mei hurriedly threw off the big red kasaya. The kasaya immediately inflated as if it was filled with air, turning into a thick cushion that blocked in front of her.
She used the Buddhist Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique, and its power was extraordinary. However, when Mu Zixuan's fist landed on the kasaya, there was a muffled sound, and the kasaya was shredded into pieces by the wind of the fist. Some of the pieces even embedded themselves into the pillars and door beams.
Sang Mei had already expected this result. At the same time she threw the kasaya, she let out a shrill whistle, and took advantage of the moment when Mu Zixuan's fist was delayed to attack. Her five fingers spread out, and all kinds of mysterious techniques appeared. In an instant, her thick palm turned purplish-red, looking incomparably strange. That pair of strange purplish-red hands crossed each other, and condensed an incomparably cold ball of zhenqi. At the same time, she pushed forward against the spiritual pressure, and with a ghostly figure, she moved to Mu Zixuan's side, wanting to take advantage of the moment when he had not recovered his strength to attack.
This move was the Hell Dao's' Mud Plough Ghost Hand '.' Mud Plough 'was the Sanskrit word for hell, and this Mud Pear Ghost Hand corresponded to the Eighteen Hells. It was divided into the Eight Cold Hells, the Eight Hot Hells, the Near Hells, and the Solitary Hells, a total of eighteen paths. At this time, Sang Mei used the Eight Cold Hells, which was the most compatible with her body, and it was her lifetime's unique skill.
In order to hide her tracks, she had never dared to use any moves other than those of the Buddhist Sect. However, at this time, there was no one around, and she no longer had any scruples in her heart. She used her ultimate move. Even though her power was not enough, she was still confident that Mu Zixuan would not be able to take this move lightly.
"Mud Pear Ghost Hand? Good move! " Mu Zixuan exclaimed in admiration, and called out Sang Mei's move. At the same time, her powerful fist stopped, and her body spun in the air. The faint purple starlight on her body dissipated, and a gust of black air gushed out. In the Three Pristines Temple, there were gusts of chilly wind.
"Take my third move!" Mu Zixuan's hands danced, and she struck down from the air, bringing along a strange black air to meet Sang Mei's' Mud Pear Ghost Hand '.
The changes were equally strange, and the same speed was as fast as a ghost. Both sides' fists, palms, fingers, and claws intertwined. In a short moment, it was unknown how many times they had exchanged blows. The gloomy air swept across, and a black air mass formed around the two, as if the gates of hell had opened.
The more Sang Mei fought, the more frightened she became. Even though the ghost hand had exhausted all its abilities, it was still restrained by the opponent's moves. Every move was weaker than the opponent's. This move seemed familiar, and it awakened the deepest nightmare in her mind.
Noticing the change in her opponent's expression, Mu Zixuan said leisurely, "It seems that Hell Master Sang has recognized my moves."
"It really is the 'Mysterious Art of Returning Hell'!" Sang Mei cried out in horror. There were many techniques in the Hell Path, but they all had a common origin, and that was the 'Mysterious Art of Returning Hell'. Because of this, the 'Mysterious Art of Returning Hell' had the power to restrain other techniques. However, this technique should have been lost in the world, and the last person who knew this technique was killed by her and a few others. The reappearance of the 'Mysterious Art of Returning Hell' meant —
"Ghost Mother is really not dead!" Sang Mei's face was twisted in horror.
"So, it's your turn to die." Mu Zixuan grabbed Sang Mei's hand, and twisted it a few times like a fried dough twist. At the same time, she struck Sang Mei's chest with her palm, which was wide open.
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