As the young monk spoke, he raised his palm.
Under the pressure of Yan Zhao's palm, the young monk began to retreat step by step.
This retreat was also eighteen steps.
With every additional step he retreated, his strength and aura surged.
After eighteen steps, eighteen levels of hell also appeared.
Yan Zhao's eighteen levels of hell went upwards like a tall tower.
Meanwhile, this young monk's eighteen levels of hell were the opposite, going downwards like an inverted pagoda, the base of which was above while the tip of the pagoda rushed downwards.
After he retreated eighteen steps, Yan Zhao could no longer advance.
It was not that Yan Zhao's strength had declined, but that the other party's strength had suddenly surged.
As the eyes of the huge black Buddha condensed from his palm opened and closed, a shocking radiance also flickered.
Yan Zhao's heart sank.
It did not matter how the other party responded to this life-risking attack of his. It was just that he had unleashed his strength to the maximum, unleashing the strongest attack of his life.
If they could perish together, that would naturally be for the best.
However, from the looks of it now, his hopes were dashed.
The other party had indeed retaliated with Hell Steps.
However, it was somewhat different from the Devil religion's Hell Steps.
The other party's Hell Steps had also forcefully raised the level of his attacks, forming a divine essence within his true form.
Those at the thirteenth level had surpassed their limits, unleashing the power of the fourteenth level.
Speaking of which, it did not seem to be as great as Yan Zhao's Hell Steps.
However, that young monk's face only paled slightly, the reverse swastika on his forehead rotating much more slowly.
He was not like Yan Zhao, his own body on the verge of collapse before his attack had even landed on his opponent.
The other party would not pay with his life for executing Hell Steps!
In fact, he would not even suffer a great loss.
From the looks of it, it was merely a loss of vitality.
While he did not know if this young monk could execute such a supreme art consecutively, at least after this palm, he would definitely have the strength to continue battling.
Yan Zhao looked at the inverted eighteen levels of hell, comprehending something.
Sinful Dhuta had secretly learnt this divine art in the past, only possessing a fragment of it. After trying to make up for it, he had obtained a seemingly right but actually wrong Hell Steps.
Right now, what was before him was the orthodox complete version.
The true form of Tathagata's Hell Steps.
After the two palms collided, the huge black Buddha formed by the Yan and Zhao Palms, as well as the eighteen levels of hell, began to be destroyed!
Although they were both at the level of the Fourteenth Realm, the complete version of Tathagata's Demonic Palm was able to shatter the incomplete version of his body.
The collision of the two palms instantly caused a violent earthquake on the Snowy Plateau.
On the snowy mountains near this area, mountains collapsed and avalanches erupted.
The rapid river valley collapsed and the water was buried.
The earth cracked and spread in all directions, forming many ravines that looked like angry dragons.
Yan and Zhao were defeated without any suspense.
Regardless of victory or defeat, his life had come to an end.
His tall and sturdy young body once again became haggard, as if he had one foot in the grave.
Yan Zhao stood woodenly on the spot, not showing any unwillingness or anger as he just stared at the young monk in a daze.
The other party looked at him with a smile. "Since that's the case, Almsgiver, you should leave with no regrets."
After a slight pause, he put his palms together and said, "I also know the Karmic Severance of the Three Realms. Benefactor, you have no chance. However, I'm very curious. Where did you learn the Karmic Severance of the Three Realms? The Sin Dhuta shouldn't know it. "
"I want to know, how many moves of the complete Tathagata Demonic Palm are there? Can you tell me?" Yan Zhao asked instead of answering.
However, he didn't get an answer. Or rather, he didn't expect to get an answer.
After saying this, he calmly closed his eyes.
Then, there was no more breath.
An elder of the Devil religion died just like that.
The young monk shook his head and passed by Yan Zhao's body, chasing after Tan Yunsheng and the others who were running far away.
After he passed by Yan Zhao's body, it turned into ashes and no longer existed.
The young monk quickly caught up to Tan Yunsheng.
However, after catching up to Tan Yunsheng, he showed a shocked expression.
After sending out the message, the slightly chubby old man, who always had a kind face and was always smiling, knew that he couldn't escape, so he simply stopped in his tracks.
His gaze swept past the disciples of the Devil religion who fled with him and sighed. "You're all good men, I've let you down."
Then, he unleashed the Moon Cold Saber.
A saber-light that looked like a full moon spread out with him as the center, killing all the people who followed him.
When the young monk caught up, he saw the tragic scene. Corpses were all around Tan Yunsheng, while he himself was standing in place in Silence.
Just like Yan Zhao, there was no longer any signs of life.
At the moment of his death, Tan Yunsheng smiled at the young monk and closed his eyes.
For the first time, the young monk no longer had a relaxed expression on his face. He solemnly looked at Tan Yunsheng's corpse, and after a moment of silence, he turned around and left.
He returned to the temple shrouded in the black lotus light.
Another monk in the temple came to greet him. "Venerable."
"Let's move this place, otherwise it might be destroyed and you'll lose your lives for nothing." The young monk said.
His gaze swept across the temple.
It was a scene of tranquility and peace. Some locals were devoutly worshipping the Buddha in the temple.
It looked no different from the Buddhist temples of the Central Plains.
But that was only the atmosphere.
If one saw those white bone Buddha statues, blood-stained Buddhist pillars, and other evil artifacts, no one would think that this was a proper temple.
The people who were devoutly chanting here looked peaceful and joyful, but their gazes were more or less lifeless.
The temple's abbot bowed to the young monk and replied, "Yes, Venerable."
The young monk nodded and left the temple, heading west.
He passed through the highlands and came to the edge of the flat land, stepping into the seemingly endless snowy mountains. The young monk walked forward and finally arrived at the foot of a mountain.
On the mountain peak, a black treasured tree stood out of nowhere.
The snowy mountains were pure white as far as the eye could see. Only this black treasured tree did not seem to belong here, yet it seemed to be the center of this world of ice and snow.
Here, the Great Jingang Temple and the Devil religion had explored it in the past, but there was nothing special about it at that time.
At this moment, this black treasured tree seemed to have appeared out of thin air, standing at the top of the snowy mountain.
An old monk sat under the tree, meditating alone.
The young monk came in front of him. Silent, he stood at the side.
After a while, the old monk opened his eyes.
The young monk bowed to him, "Master."
"What's the matter?" The old monk asked.
"Master, I met someone who secretly learned the Buddha's Palm. He did not seem to be the descendant of Sin Dhuta. He must have passed the Buddha's Palm to an outsider after Sin Dhuta's death," the young monk answered, "Moreover, this person knows the Three Realms of Karmic Severance."
The old monk asked, "The complete Three Realms of Karmic Severance?"
"It seems right, but it's not complete." The young monk answered, "It must have been created by referring to Sin Dhuta's Buddha's Palm, but it is undoubtedly the Three Realms of Karmic Severance. I think there must be other references."
The old monk said, "Didn't you gather information before? The previous owner of this snowy plains was a sect known as the Great Jingang Monastery. They cultivated the Evil Sect's Jingang Embryo Formation Technique and had a martial art known as the Jingang Karmic Severance Blade. If we use it as a reference, there is indeed a chance of understanding the Three Realms of Karmic Severance. "
The young monk put his palms together, "I had the same guess. I had intended to capture the other party and interrogate him. Unfortunately, he died in battle. I was useless and did not manage to capture him alive."
Saying so, he described the Hell Step by Step in Yan and Zhao.
After hearing that, the old monk shook his head lightly, "Sin Dhuta's legacy is endless."
Then, he stopped talking about it and asked, "After you fought with him, were you able to determine if he was of the lineage of the Ancient God?"
The young monk answered, "There seemed to be a martial art from the Extreme Yin Scripture, the Vast Cold Blade. It indeed seemed to be of the lineage of the Ancient God. However, looking at their attire, they did not seem to be of the Ancient God.
According to the results of my investigation these few days, although there is a force known as the Devil religion in this world that claims to be the Ancient God, they do not seem to know about the existence of the Mortal World.
I guess that they might be a branch of the Ancient God here.
However, I am not sure if their connection with the Ancient God is close. "
Saying so, the young monk's expression became slightly gloomy, "If the connection is close, then the God Palm that they secretly learned from Sin Dhuta, the Ancient God might have also obtained it."
"There is no need to rush to a conclusion. Everything will be clear once we take over this world." The old monk said, "Fight steadily and gather as much information as possible. We are still very unfamiliar with this place."
The young monk put his palms together, "Yes, Master."
…
In the Southern Wasteland Ancient God Peak, Chen Luoyang came out from the Zhu Rong Burning Sky Array and instructed the Great Elder Xie Chong to properly guard the array and not to cause any more trouble.
Then, he returned to his residence to rest.
At this moment, the atmosphere around the Ancient God Peak was a little tense.
On one hand, the day of the decisive battle between the Hierarch and the leader of the foreign races was approaching.
On the other hand, there was a second trouble in the underground lava under the Ancient God Peak.
The newly appointed Chief of the White Tiger Hall, Zhang Tianheng, was in an extremely bad mood.
Previously, when the Hierarch went on the northern expedition, the Chief of the Basaltic Temple, Su Wei, led a large number of disciples of the Basaltic Temple and accompanied him. The internal defense of the headquarters mainly fell on the shoulders of the White Tiger Hall.
Now, there was another trouble. They had tripped over the same stone twice. Not only did the Great Elder Xie Chong and the Right Emissary Wang Fei lose face, but the White Tiger Hall also lost face.
Although Zhang Tianheng had just taken office and was still at the stage of familiarizing himself with the environment, strictly speaking, it was understandable if something really happened. However, Zhang Tianheng himself could not accept it. He regarded it as a great humiliation.
Therefore, not long after the purge a few days ago, another purge was carried out on the Ancient God Peak.
The eyes of Xie Chong, Wang Fei, Zhang Tianheng, and the others were almost green with envy. They looked at everyone as if they were spies.
Chen Luoyang, who was well aware of the truth of the matter, ordered the purge not to expand. This was to prevent everyone from feeling insecure and affecting the unity and daily life of the entire sect.
With his growing prestige and confidence, he finally made Zhang Tianheng, Wang Fei, and the others feel slightly relieved.
However, it was also at this time that he received another piece of news.
The Chief of the Rosefinch Hall, Empress Yan Mingkong, had returned.
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