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"Who are you? How dare you stop me!"

The crying old man's angry roar shook the heaven and earth.

Shang Yi quietly made such a big noise in the void that the crying old man naturally noticed it. However, Shang Yi's perception of space was high enough, and he was in harmony with nature and used his divine feet to blend into the space, so he could not sense where the person who made the move was.

Inside the inn, the cursing Qu Jiuniang looked at the Buddha light blooming in the void in shock, thinking to herself:

"This isn't Xuan Bei's aura, could it be that the person who did this is Shang Yi!?

But how is it possible? How can he, a martial artist in the awakening stage who has achieved the spiritual connection with nature, achieve such a level! ?
Moreover, I have never heard of any martial arts method that involves sacrificing one's life to feed an eagle. Could it be that it was exchanged from the Six Paths of Reincarnation?"

Qu Jiuniang was extremely shocked. It was hard to understand how Shang Yi could achieve this. Moreover, looking at the infinite Buddha light that was blooming, it seemed as if the real Buddha was taking action...

Xuan Bei felt neither happy nor sad. He did not pay attention to the person who made the attack and was focused on dealing with the crying old man.

Xuan Bei fiddled with the dark gold rosary beads and chanted scriptures in a low voice. Rays of glazed light emanated from his hands, making most of the peak look like a Buddhist pure land.

The wronged souls surged in like a black torrent, sometimes screaming and disappearing above the glass light, sometimes tearing the glass light into pieces.

Xuan Bei was neither happy nor angry, neither panicked nor hurried, he just looked at the crying old man, the voice seemed to echo in his heart:

"Do you know why I gave up the complete inheritance of the divine skill and chose the 'Moko Subduing Demon Fist' which lacks important scriptures?"

The crying old man's eyes fixed, with no time to pay attention to the people in the dark. He raised his right palm and pushed with his left palm, and the wind and sand suddenly fell like a dragon, and those wronged souls became increasingly invisible and intangible, as if walking between yin and yang, making it impossible to resist.

After Xuan Bei finished speaking, one of the beads on the Buddhist rosary turned from dark gold to pitch black, and then he punched out.

This punch seemed to fill the heaven and earth; the fist became transparent and pure, like colored glaze, untouched by dust.

He was surrounded by golden light, illusory golden lotuses bloomed on the top of the mountain, and a hazy void appeared behind him.

In the void, hideous evil ghosts and wronged souls with peaceful expressions surrounded a golden lotus platform. Atop the lotus platform sat a Bodhisattva with a compassionate face, pitying the world. In his palms was the constantly circulating breath of life and death, like a black and white changing wheel, containing the great secrets of the heavens and the mysteries of life and death.

The face of this Bodhisattva changed blurredly, and finally as Xuan Bei's fist reached its peak, it revealed an appearance exactly the same as his, except that one was melancholy and heavy, the other was compassionate and solemn!

The Bodhisattva opened his mouth, and suddenly the sound of thunder and cloud echoed in the void:

"After today, for hundreds of thousands of millions of kalpas, I vow to save all the suffering beings in the hells and the three evil paths in the world, and to save them from the hells, the evil paths, the animals, the hungry ghosts, and all those who are suffering from their sins. When all of them, who are suffering from their sins, have become Buddhas, I will attain enlightenment."

"I will not attain Buddhahood until hell is empty; I will not attain Bodhi until all sentient beings are saved."

There were bursts of Zen sounds and bright Buddha lights. The evil ghosts and wronged souls that came in lost their hideousness and hatred, and their faces became peaceful before disappearing into the air.

The wind and sand stopped, and the sound of Buddhist scriptures could be heard at the foot of the mountain. Clusters of withered hay gradually turned green, undercurrents gurgled, and the air was full of the breath of life.

Moko Demon Subduing Fist, explore the cycle of life and death!

The crying old man's move was broken, and he raised his head and let out a long howl. His voice penetrated the sky and pierced his body and soul, just like the ghost king suppressed in the depths of hell coming to the world.

Black air rose around him, as if hell had opened up and ghosts were out of control.

Then, he turned the sky over with one palm and slapped it down from the beginning, using the "Eighteen Slaps of the Wicked Souls" to perform the "Gate of Hell Opens"!
Xuan Bei and the Bodhisattva behind him were still one melancholy and one compassionate, and their fists seemed to be clenched into seals, and they struck out again, the "Save All Living Beings" of the Moko Subduing Demon Fist!
However, the crying old man in front of Xuan Bei seemed to be shattered and disappeared.

The crying old man was worried about the person who attacked him secretly, and he saw that although Xuan Bei was not as strong as himself, his martial arts "Moke Subduing Demon Fist" could just restrain his "Eighteen Beats of the Unjust Souls", so he thought of retreating.

"Want to run!?"

Xuan Bei and Shang Yi shouted at the same time.

Shang Yi took a step forward with his divine feet and appeared in front of the crying old man. He was dressed in black and looked like a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. However, his aura was disguised as the ninth level of the exterior scene by using the precious weapon "Xuanniao".

Xuan Bei used the "Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada" technique to quickly appear behind the crying old man.

The crying old man looked grim, staring at Shang Yi intently and said:
"Who are you!?"

He did not think that Shang Yi was really a young genius just because he looked young. He just thought that he was a strong man who had practiced anti-aging techniques or disguised himself.

Shang Yi said calmly:
"Jianghu Sanren, Huaikong!"

As he spoke, he clenched his right hand, and the precious weapon "Xuanniao" was immediately summoned, turning into tiny sword blades that flew out and gathered in Shang Yi's right hand to form a black long sword.

Suddenly, Huaikong's breath rose again, making the crying old man's face even gloomier.

Xuan Bei also looked at the person in front of him in shock. He had seen Shang Yi in the inn and even sensed Shang Yi's true strength. He was just a young warrior in the awakening stage of spiritual communication.

But the young man in the inn and the young man holding the black sword now are completely different people.

"Woo~wu~wu~"

The wind was howling, and the crying old man, who had the idea of ​​retreating, suddenly attacked, performing the "Eighteen Beats of the Wrongful Souls" repeatedly, drawing endless vitality to repel Huai Kong and Xuan Bei.

This time Shang Yi did not cast the self-sacrifice spell, but instead swung the long sword in his hand. Every move was like an antelope hanging on a horn. He used his clairvoyance, clairaudience, and telepathy at the same time. With the blessing of the precious weapon "Xuanniao", Shang Yi could easily see through the crying old man's movements, weaknesses, and thoughts, and every attack hit the crying old man where it hurt the most.

Xuan Bei used the Moko Subduing Demon Fist to switch life and death, suppress the crying old man's "Eighteen Beats of the Wrongful Souls", and transform the evil spirit aura in the crying old man, making it impossible for the crying old man to use his full strength, and even showing signs of weakening.

The crying old man knew that this was not a solution, so he kept fighting and retreating, heading towards the depths of the vast ocean.

Shang Yi and the Crying Old Man used their divine feet and eight steps to chase the cicada respectively to chase and intercept the enemy. At the same time, in order not to hurt innocent people, they moved the battlefield to an uninhabited Gobi desert.

"Humph, damn you bald donkey! Xuan Bei, do you know that the news of your appearance in Liushaji was leaked to me by the Shaolin thief bald man?"

"Huaikong! Jianghu Wanderer, after I escape this time, I will definitely wipe out your entire family!"

The crying old man who was at a disadvantage shouted angrily, and at the same time he wanted to use this to ruin the mood of the two people and find a way to break the deadlock.

The crying old man achieved his purpose. Shang Yi's expression was cold and unaffected, but Xuan Bei's face changed. He didn't expect to meet the crying old man this time. It turned out that someone in the temple leaked his whereabouts!
What on earth does that person want to do in Shaolin Temple? What is going on in Shaolin Temple?

After all, Xuan Bei has been protected by Shaolin for many years, and he still has some feelings for Shaolin in his heart.

Therefore, his mood fluctuated, and the crying old man caught a flaw in his behavior.

"Howl of ghosts and gods!"

The crying old man clapped his hands with a sinister look and slapped both palms towards Xuan Bei's chest.

Fortunately, Xuan Bei's reaction was equally quick. He gathered his mind and forced himself to twist his body, while putting his hands in front of his chest, causing the crying old man to hit his left shoulder with one palm and his left arm with the other.

Xuan Bei’s idea was very simple. He would suffer injuries to his left shoulder and left arm in exchange for the serious injury to the crying old man.

Suddenly, at this moment, the world stopped.

Shang Yi, who was standing beside Xuan Bei, integrated the destructive power condensed in his body into the long sword. The sword intent that could destroy the world enveloped the world, and the unparalleled edge was directed at the crying old man in front of him.

The crying old man's face suddenly changed. Although the sword did not mobilize much heaven and earth energy, the destructive sword intent in it made his mind keep warning, as if he had encountered the most terrible threat in his life, just like when he faced Su Wuming's sword.

The sword intent that could destroy the world enveloped the heaven and earth, and a bell rang between the heaven and earth. At this moment, the crying old man and Xuan Bei felt that the space and time of the heaven and earth had stopped.

"Free Heart Bell!"

Tower town space, clock town time!
Shang Yi is the reincarnation of the World-Honored King Buddha who masters the way of time. How could he not know the ways of time!

The trees that were swaying and regaining vitality in the mountains, the falling leaves, and the dust rising in the wind all stopped at the moment Shang Yi swung his sword and the bell rang.

"Heaven-destroying Sword Twenty-three!"

This sword, which combined the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, the Way of Destruction and the Way of Time, easily pierced into the weeping old man's forehead.

There was a look of fear and unwillingness in the crying old man's eyes. Ten years ago, he provoked Su Wuming and was seriously injured by a sword, and was on the verge of death. He recuperated for ten years. Ten years later, he returned to the arena and wanted to unify the vast sea and eliminate the hidden enemies, but he met a mysterious Huai Kong. Under the power of time, he could not resist and could only watch the devastating sword piercing into his forehead. The endless destructive power instantly destroyed everything in his body.

Xuan Bei only saw Huai Kong swinging the sword. The sword was not fast, but the time between heaven and earth was still, and everything could not move. Then the sword pierced into the crying old man's eyebrows. The next moment, time passed again, and the crying old man's body dissipated between heaven and earth with the wind and sand!

The crying old man's hands, which were patting his left shoulder and left arm, also scattered in the wind.

"Amitabha! Thank you, Young Master Huaikong, for your help!"

Seeing the crying old man, the enemy who caused him to lose all his relatives and had to hide in Shaolin Temple, being killed, Xuan Bei's hatred at this moment also dissipated, leaving only the longing for his relatives and gratitude to Shang Yi.

"Plop~~~"

Shang Yi sat down in front of the crying old man and said breathlessly:
"Huh, Master, you don't have to thank me. The crying old man is too cruel and ruthless. He has killed countless people. He will kill all the innocent people here during the fight. Anyone can kill him!"

Xuan Bei looked in surprise at the young man in front of him whose aura suddenly dropped to the awakening stage, and he suddenly realized in his heart that when Shang Yi made his move just now, he must have relied on external force to have the power of the ninth level of the outer scene.

When he saw the black sword emitting a powerful aura beside Shang Yi, he immediately understood why it was this top-level weapon.

“Young Master Huaikong is too modest. Being able to use a weapon above your level and kill the crying old man at the peak of the outer scene must have cost a lot. And the crying old man came for me, so how can I not remember this kindness!

I will always remember your kindness, young man. If you need me in the future, I will do my best to help you!"

As he said this, he took out a bottle of "Xiao Huan Dan" from his arms and handed it to Shang Yi.

Shang Yi didn't hesitate and opened it and ate one, then he started to recover his true energy.

At the same time, the black sword beside him once again broke into small blades, quickly gathered and transformed into a baby-sized black bird flying around Shang Yi.

Xuan Bei could sense that the power of heaven and earth nearby was being drawn in by the black bird. Part of it was integrated into the bird's body, and part of it was flowing into Shang Yi's body, helping Shang Yi recover his true energy and make up for the shortfall from using that sword.

"He is both a living being and a weapon, and they are even connected by blood. No wonder he can use weapons above his level and even unleash a blow that is close to his Dharma body!"

Xuan Bei was shocked. He didn't expect that the weapon in Shang Yi's hand was so magical. It definitely had the potential to be upgraded to a divine weapon or even a peerless divine weapon.

If he had not just taken revenge and his state of mind had not improved, and Shang Yi had not been the benefactor who helped him kill his enemy, he would probably have become greedy and snatched Shang Yi's treasure.

Of course, he also knew that Shang Yi and this precious weapon were connected by blood, and only someone with the same blood as Shang Yi could activate it. If it was in the hands of other people, it would not be able to exert its power, and might even backfire on the person holding the weapon!
Xuan Bei knew in his heart that the young man in front of him might become another "divine sword from outer space" Su Wuming in the future. Not to mention the power of this precious weapon, even his terrifying sword of destruction was extraordinary.

After a while, Shang Yi slowly stopped practicing and recovered with the help of his precious weapon "Xuanniao".

As for Shang Yi's realm, in order to be more confident in killing the crying old man, Shang Yi also took the opportunity to improve his realm and reached the state of unity between man and nature.

"Thank you, Master Xuanbei, for protecting us!"

Shang Yi stood up with a smile and bowed.

Master Xuanbei clasped his hands together, shook his head slowly and said:

"Amitabha, Donor Huaikong helped me to take revenge. It is my duty to protect the Dharma for my benefactor!"

"唳~~~"

The black bird circled in the air and turned into a folding fan and fell into Shang Yi's hands.

However, the two of them tacitly did not talk about the precious weapon "Xuanniao".

It was Master Xuanbei who sang a Buddhist name:

"Amitabha, Donor Huaikong, I am being hunted by the disciple of the crying old man, and I need to go and look for him. I hope you can forgive me for my impoliteness!"

Shang Yi waved his hand and said:
"Master Xuanbei, there is no need to do this. Your disciple will be blessed by fate. However, the disciple's grandson of the crying old man is cruel and I am afraid he will be frightened!"

Xuan Bei said goodbye in a hurry, left the place and followed the breath of his disciple. It was obvious that he had been worried about his disciple for a long time!
Shang Yi looked at Xuan Bei's back, shook his head slightly, and sighed:

"Master Xuanbei is also a kind and honest person!"

He was concerned about his disciples and insisted on protecting me. He waited until I woke up before chasing after me. It was worth it!
Then, Shang Yi glanced into the distance, took a step forward and left here, returning to the "First Inn in the Hanhai" inn.

When Shang Yi appeared in the backyard of the inn, Qu Jiuniang's voice rang out:

"Sure, kid, with this precious weapon of yours, you can actually unleash the combat power of a grandmaster. What's the result?
Did you kill that old guy? "

Shang Yi smiled proudly upon hearing this:
"Of course, I am a genius, how could I fail?
Besides, I'm not stupid. How can I just rush into something I'm not sure of?

If this crying old man is a Dharma master, I will definitely run as far away from him as possible! "

Qu Jiuniang rolled her eyes, but she was very afraid of Shang Yi in her heart.

After noticing that Xuan Bei and the Crying Old Man were fighting, Qu Jiuniang thought that both of them would suffer losses. After all, Xuan Bei's martial arts would restrain the Crying Old Man, and the Crying Old Man did not have the mind or courage to fight Xuan Bei to the death. In the end, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage and escape in embarrassment.

However, no one expected that Shang Yi would use the power of the precious weapon to kill the crying old man together with Xuan Bei!

Although Qu Jiuniang did not see the battlefield with her own eyes, she could sense from afar the fleeting aura of destruction in the depths of the vast ocean!

Such terrifying power even frightened Qu Jiuniang.

"Who on earth is this guy? He has extraordinary means and has mastered the six magical powers of Buddhism, but he also possesses such destructive power. He is truly a mysterious existence!"

Qu Jiuniang thought secretly in her heart.

Shang Yi didn't care much about it. Instead, he threw five taels of silver to Qu Jiuniang and returned to his familiar room.

Although they are fellow Taoists in the immortal world, Shang Yi will not take advantage of Qu Jiuniang easily. Moreover, Shang Yi, who has the ability to turn stone into gold, does not care about these few taels of silver.

When Shang Yi returned to the room, he closed the door and did not go to rest or continue meditating. Instead, he sat at the table waiting for the Six Paths of Reincarnation Space to pull him in.

He knew that Meng Qi should have been captured by An Guoxie at this time, and his dantian and limbs were destroyed. It was because of the six reincarnation spaces that Meng Qi was saved! (End of this chapter)