Once the punishment was announced, everyone was in an uproar. It should be known that for any cultivator, no matter how low their cultivation was, the moment they condensed the first thread of vital energy in their Sea of Qi, it meant that they had already transcended the mortal world. Not to mention that Mu Zixuan was one of the top cultivators in the world. Breaking the Sea of Qi and destroying a hundred acupoints was equivalent to destroying Mu Zixuan's cultivation, causing him to fall from the clouds to the dust.
With the experience of looking down on the earth from above the clouds, how could he endure crawling in the mud again? Just this punishment alone could be called harsh, but compared to it, the eternal imprisonment of the Prison of Oblivion was even more terrifying.
Terror came from the unknown. Everyone knew that the Prison of Oblivion was a place where cultivators were imprisoned. It was right below the Zen Temple of Buddha Heart. Since the establishment of the Zen Temple of Buddha Heart, countless villains had been imprisoned there. But what was in the prison, no one could say for sure.
They only knew that none of the villains who were sent in ever came out. Even the monks who escorted the sinners into the prison, after entering the Prison of Oblivion once, almost no one was willing to enter it a second time. The monks were very secretive about what they saw inside. Even if nosy people tried to pry open their mouths, their answers were all different.
Some said that it was a dead land without any spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Underground rivers and magma intertwined, and the prisoners lived and died on their own inside, fighting endlessly for water and rotten meat.
Some said that it was a straight path to Avici hell, where the sinners suffered a rain of swords, were fried, and burned, and paid for their sins in a cycle of life and death.
Some said that there was nothing inside, no light, no sound, no people, and even no time. There was only dead darkness and eternal loneliness.
But no matter what, there was only one consensus. To the sinners, the Prison of Oblivion was a prison where they could not see the light of day, and a life worse than death!
Hearing this, Mu Zixuan's face paled even more. His lips trembled, and he kowtowed in the end, saying, "The sinner is willing!"
The Holy Buddha's loud and clear voice came into everyone's ears, "Amitabha. Although this person has committed a heinous crime, it involves the Tomes of Arcane, so we can only kill him by imprisoning him. The Buddha will use this body as a guarantee. As long as the Buddha's body is still here, he will never have the chance to see the light of day again. I wonder if the heroes here can accept this verdict?"
When the crowd heard this, they whispered to each other again and discussed. The Holy Buddha Supreme's status was high, and his reputation was almost unrivaled. Now that he had opened his mouth to vouch for the overall situation, some of the sects that were clamoring to kill Mu Zixuan could no longer persist.
In the end, they all said, "Since the Holy Buddha has said so, we are not people who don't see the big picture. We can only let this bastard have it easy!"
"If that's the case, I'll do it on behalf of all the heroes!" As soon as he finished speaking, a palm aura shot out from the top of the Rebirth Pagoda and went straight for Mu Zixuan's Dantian. The strong and majestic palm was about to destroy his lifetime of cultivation.
Seeing the descent of the palm aura, Mu Zixuan straightened his upper body and took the palm calmly. He let out a muffled groan, and his knees plowed two deep grooves on the stairs. He was dragged for dozens of feet before he fell to the ground, but he struggled to get up. However, Mu Zixuan's face was sallow, and he was sweating profusely. He still walked forward with his knees propped up, and said, "Holy Buddha, please praise me a second time."
"Amitabha, one wrong step, and every step will sink. It's a pity that you have such cultivation." The Holy Buddha chanted the name of Buddha again, and his words were filled with the meaning of cherishing talents. He was afraid that Mu Zixuan's heavily injured body would be killed by his palm, so he held back when he struck just now. However, he didn't expect that Mu Zixuan's foundation was solid, and it was even more than what he had expected. He held back too much strength, and this palm actually couldn't break through Mu Zixuan's Ocean of Qi. And this level of cultivation attainment couldn't be used in the right way, which made the Holy Buddha sigh from the bottom of his heart.
However, cherishing talents was one thing, and the Holy Buddha's power increased by thirty percent. The Brahma rain fell from the top of the Rebirth Pagoda, and the clouds intertwined to form a shocking second palm that struck Mu Zixuan again.
In the next moment, Mu Zixuan's Dantian was hit again, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain. The Purple Myrtle vital Qi that was almost solid was hit and scattered behind him, like dots of stars. Then, there was a loud bang, like the shattering of stars, and in the midst of the tremor, Mu Zixuan's lifetime of cultivation — was completely destroyed!
The broken vital Qi turned into air currents that wreaked havoc, and everything within a radius of ten feet was affected. The rocks and plants were all crushed into powder, and the surrounding sects were shaken to the point that they couldn't stand steadily. The people who were ridiculing Mu Zixuan just now all had ashen-faced faces at this moment!
They didn't expect that Mu Zixuan, who was riddled with scars, would have such power with just the remnants of his True Qi. They couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. If Mu Zixuan didn't obediently admit his guilt, and instead couldn't bear the humiliation and used this True Qi as a dying strike, who among them would be able to resist it?
Fortunately, as the dust and sand settled, Mu Zixuan's body also seemed to be made of light dust, and he fell backward weakly. No matter how high his cultivation was, from now on, he was just a useless person who was worse than an ordinary person. But his punishment wasn't over yet.
The two great King Of Ming and the Mighty King Of Ming, the two great King Of Ming stepped forward from the crowd, and each of them turned into the Dharma Idol of the King Of Ming, who had a green face and sharp fangs. The King Of Ming was originally responsible for punishing evil. At this time, the two King Of Ming raised their hands and waved, and several Buddhist chains came out of their palms, locking Mu Zixuan's limbs, neck, waist, and abdomen, stretching his upper body backward and making him kneel on the ground in pain.
Then, a young novice monk came forward with a hammer and a row of black nails in his hands.
This was the punishment of piercing through a hundred acupoints. The black nails were called "Karma Nails", and they were formed by sin. They were tangible but not tangible, and when they were pierced through the acupoints in the body, it could cripple all the important acupoints and cut off the possibility of Qi and meridians. Moreover, if one didn't repent wholeheartedly and did evil again, the Karma nailed in the body would backfire, and the person being punished would suffer unspeakably.
At this time, the Holy Buddha's voice sounded again, "All the sects here have been fooled and betrayed by you. This punishment of piercing through a hundred acupoints should be carried out by them. Are you willing?"
Mu Zixuan's head was forced to be lifted up by the chain around his neck. However, in this short period of time, his temples were dyed with frost due to the loss of his cultivation, and the loss of Qi and blood. He was in a miserable state of decay, and he was a completely different person from the high-spirited Righteous Alliance Master earlier. At this time, although his breath was weak, he still said with difficulty, "The sinner … is willing to accept this punishment …"
Although the Holy Buddha was unwilling to take revenge, his heart was like a flood and a ferocious beast. It was better to let it go than to block it. Many people present harbored resentment and wanted to sentence Mu Zixuan to death. However, Mu Zixuan's life was related to the Tomes of Arcane, so the Holy Buddha protected him. However, it was inevitable that there would be people who had accumulated resentment in their hearts. It was necessary to leave an outlet for them to vent their hatred, and that was why the suggestion was made.
However, everyone present was still shocked by the cultivation that Mu Zixuan had just unleashed. They were afraid and hesitated for a moment, and no one stepped forward.
At this time, Ji Fengming, who was holding a folding fan in her hand, walked to Mu Zixuan under everyone's gaze.
Mu Zixuan raised his eyelids with difficulty and saw the face clearly. He lowered his eyes again, unwilling to look directly at his former best friend. He only said with shame, "I'm sorry …"
"There's no need to apologize. The grudge between us can't be resolved with just an apology …" Ji Fengming also looked sideways. She did not look at him condescendingly, nor did she take out her hammer. She waved her folding fan, and a Karma Nail floated on top of the folding fan. "I was the one who made the first nail. I know that the possibility is slim, but I still hope that you are sincerely repentant this time. I hope that after we part today, you and I will never meet again. Otherwise, no matter what the price, the person who killed you will definitely be me! "
After saying that, Ji Fengming closed his eyes and waved the folding fan in his hand. The Karma Nail went straight into Mu Zixuan's Tanzhong acupoint and turned into a cloud of invisible black gas. The acupoint was destroyed, and Mu Zixuan groaned in pain again.
Ji Fengming did not look at him anymore. She folded her folding fan and left.
Under the towering Buddhist temple, there were two figures who used to live side by side. Now one had fallen into the dust. Even though Mu Zixuan's ending was miserable, how could Ji Fengming, who forced him to this end, be willing to accept it? Only the morning light shone on the two people who were once young. But the frivolous years of the past gradually drifted away with the departing figures …
Ji Fengming's face was expressionless. When she walked to Ying Feiyang, she said to Ying Feiyang, "Little brother, the earthquake the day before yesterday came out of nowhere. I suspect that it has something to do with Mount Kunlun. Since the dust has settled here, I need to return to Mount Qingcheng as soon as possible to confirm the situation with my master. I won't accompany you anymore."
After saying that, she said goodbye to Ying Feiyang and jumped away.
When Ji Fengming was far away, Ying Feiyang sighed softly. He knew that Ji Fengming could not bear to see Mu Zixuan being tortured and humiliated here, so she found an excuse to leave first.
Once Ji Fengming took the lead, someone else immediately followed. A young man stepped forward and said, "When Si Tiantai was established, my father Qiu Yangtai from Kaiyang Sect came to congratulate you out of kindness. But because of the Six Dao's attack, he never returned. Now that I think about it, he died because he was involved in the conspiracy between you and the Six Dao!"
Mu Zixuan said sadly, "That's right. The Six Dao's attack that day was to make the establishment of the Righteous Alliance more reasonable. Qiu Yangtai was just one of the victims …"
The young man gritted his teeth and picked up a hammer and a nail. He hammered the nail into the acupuncture point on Mu Zixuan's shoulder. He said while hammering, "Father, I have avenged you!"
But even if he hammered the nail into the enemy's body, he still remembered that Mu Zixuan was still alive while his father could not come back to life. What kind of revenge was this? The young man couldn't help but shed tears when he thought about it. He slapped Mu Zixuan's face and ran into the crowd with his hands covering his face.
Another old man came out and said, "Everyone in the Yin Yang Sect listened to your orders. In order to fight against the Six Dao's Evil Destroyer, four died and seven were crippled. My disciples thought that they were sacrificing themselves to protect the righteous path of heaven and earth. But in fact, the casualties in the sect were just a gift from you to the Six Dao's Evil Destroyer, am I right?"
"Yes …"
"Bastard! You made my disciple suffer a terrible death!" The old man picked up the hammer and raised it high. He wanted to smash the top of Mu Zixuan's head. But in the end, he lowered his hand and spat on Mu Zixuan's face. Then, he picked up a nail and hammered it into another acupuncture point on Mu Zixuan's body.
Then, one by one, the people in the crowd took turns to take the hammer and hammered the Karma Nails into various acupuncture points on Mu Zixuan's body. If they were still angry, they would slap him and spit on him.
Although it was painful to have the Karma Nails pierced through an acupuncture point, the humiliation was also devastating. Mu Zixuan was born as a Heaven's Favored One. When had she ever suffered such humiliation in front of so many people? But no matter how many people scolded and beat him, Mu Zixuan could only accept it. He bowed his head and did not resist at all.
After an unknown amount of time, a middle-aged man with a long black beard stood in front of Mu Zixuan. He was the owner of the Sharp Metal Edge Building, Jin Gou Shuo. He was waving his hammer and hammered into Mu Zixuan's shoulder acupuncture point. "Aiya, this nail missed again. My apologies."
Jin Gou Shuo waved his hammer but the head of the nail slipped. This time, the nail did not hit the acupuncture point but the shoulder blade, causing Mu Zixuan's shoulder bone to shatter and blood to flow.
Even though Mu Zixuan was already numb to the pain, this strike still caused him to groan. Jin Gou Shuo did not just miss once, but a total of four times. Mu Zixuan's right shoulder bone was repeatedly hammered and hammered by him, there was not a single bone, not a single piece of good flesh.
Anyone could see that Jin Gou Shuo wanted to make Mu Zixuan suffer even more pain. Jin Gou Shuo's face turned dark as he whispered to Mu Zixuan, "Alliance Head Mu, previously you stood up for that little thief Ying Feiyang, making me unable to take revenge for my son. Did you think that there would be a day where you would fall into my hands?"
On the day when Ying Feiyang was twenty, he had killed his son who raped a woman in front of Jin Gou Shuo. At that time, Mu Zixuan as a witness chose to stand on Ying Feiyang's side. Thinking of his son dying in front of him, Jin Gou Shuo's blood rushed to his head as he gritted his teeth and pulled out the nail from Mu Zixuan's shoulder bone. He raised his hammer high up and said, "Alliance Head Mu, this time I will try not to be biased!"
But as he waved the hammer, the nail tip moved towards Mu Zixuan's neck!
But at this time, a sharp sound was heard as a Sword Qi broke through the air. The hammer in Jin Gou Shuo's hand was struck down and he was forced back several steps by the Sword Qi.
A silhouette appeared at the place where he had just been standing, casually catching the nails and hammers that had fallen from the control room.
That person stood straight like a sword and his aura was cold. It was Ying Feiyang.
"Ying Feiyang, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to protect a criminal?" Jin Gou Shuo scolded, but he was trying to put up a strong front.
Although the Sharp Metal Peak Building was not as famous as the ten great sects, but it was still a powerful force and was not something a small sect could compare to. And he, Jin Gou Shuo, could also be called an expert. But … Why was his wrist still numb?
Ying Feiyang forced him back with one sword. Although there was an element of surprise, but it made him feel an indescribable pressure. If that sword was not aimed at his wrist, but at his throat, would he be able to react in time?
Half a year ago, he had just crossed hands with Ying Feiyang. But how was it that in this short period of time, the person in front of him had improved so much? Could it be that people like Ying Feiyang could become stronger just by eating and drinking?
Ying Feiyang ignored Jin Gou Shuo's shock and asked back: "What are you trying to do? Knowing that he is related to the Heavenly Book, Holy Buddha Supreme still wants to be a guarantor, but you want to kill him in front of everyone. Seems like you want to start a fight for the Heavenly Book again. Speak, who instructed you? Bei Long Tian? Or Di Ling Tian? "
Ying Feiyang retorted and put a big hat on Jin Gou Shuo. How would Jin Gou Shuo dare to be related to Bei Long Tian and Di Ling Tian? He hurriedly shouted: "A bunch of nonsense, who wants to kill him!"
Ying Feiyang said coldly: "Do you think that with so many eyes here, none of them can see how powerful you are? That nail of yours pierced through his neck, how could he still be alive? "
Just now, Jin Gou Shuo was indeed a little excited because of the abuse. There were many experts present, and they could all see that the nail just now was purposely being ruthless. But at this moment, he still tried to explain: "I was just scaring him, I have a sense of propriety."
Ying Feiyang glanced at Mu Zixuan's badly mutilated shoulder and hinted: "You can't even nail the acupoint correctly, is your propriety worth trusting?"
Following which, Ying Feiyang flicked his finger and the long nail in his hand was like an arrow that left the bow, directly entering the acupoint on Mu Zixuan's shoulder. Mu Zixuan was still groaning in pain, but there was a sense of relief.
"Since Landlord Jin can't nail the acupoint correctly, I have already done it for you. Please go back and practice your accuracy." As Ying Feiyang spoke, he put on a mocking smile and said: "Actually, Landlord Jin, there is no need to hate me because of your Young Master's matter. You have to know, if you always' can't nail the acupoint correctly 'at other times, maybe there will be others who will do it for you …"
"You!" Jin Gou Shuo was startled, and understood the meaning of Ying Feiyang's words. His face immediately flushed red, and Jin Gou Shuo and his son had always been arrogant and domineering, and there were many people present who were happy to see him being humiliated, and started to laugh loudly.
Jin Gou Shuo was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he was in the wrong, and could not do anything in front of the crowd. He could only glare angrily at Ying Feiyang, and left the stage dejectedly.
"Thank you …" Mu Zixuan's weak voice of thanks came over.
"No need to thank me." Ying Feiyang turned his body, and did not accept his thanks, and said coldly: "If he is seeking revenge because of the deaths of the other disciples, I will ignore it, but if it is because I killed his son, and you are angered … humph, the hatred that I have caused, I do not need you to bear it for me."
As Ying Feiyang finished, he waved his sleeve and retreated back into the crowd.
After the farce ended, there was no one else like Jin Gou Shuo, hammer after hammer, nail after nail, the punishment of a hundred nails finally ended, and Mu Zixuan had already fainted.
And this punishment, from start to finish, was watched by the two pairs of eyes in the Rebirth Pagoda …
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