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Chapter 419 Master's Name
On the plain, layers of strange illusions have been formed. They are gathered in a small area with a radius of less than 100 meters. It looks like an infinite number of mirages superimposed on each other, but none of the human masters around dare to despise this small illusion and can only stand outside and stare.

"This demon is so cunning! He dragged friend Mieyue into the boundless purgatory, both to fight the enemy and to protect himself! If we had surrounded this demon earlier, we would have prevented him from using such means!"

One of the three Buddhist monks sighed again at this moment, somewhat annoyed that they were too "civilized" before and allowed the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword to fight against the Demon Lord alone, which led to the current bad situation.

The current situation is a dilemma for them.

They were unwilling to step into this illusion because the chance of rescuing the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword was extremely low, and it would also put them at unnecessary risks.

It would be even worse if they retreated. If this Demon Lord quietly left shortly after they left, he would be out of the blockade and could stir up trouble elsewhere.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother. I have heard from a saint that the power of the Boundless Purgatory cannot be borrowed easily. Since this demon has used this trick, it proves that he has reached the end of his rope. Little friend Mieyue may not lose to him."

The oldest of the three monks responded next, sounding more optimistic.

While they were discussing, the Confucian Qingfeng layman also happened to arrive. This young super-innate master was also frustrated with the current situation. After all, he had no chance to use the few skills he had in his hands. He said to the three Buddhist monks in a bad mood:

"My Confucian Master will be here soon! He will have his own way to break this illusion when the time comes! You should first find a way to find the other two Demon Lords!"

Upon hearing his words, the three Buddhist monks immediately looked unhappy.

Because the reason is still the same, if they wait for the Confucian masters to come and solve all the problems, where will their Buddhist face be placed? This is related to the reputation of Buddhism in the disaster area.

"Hmph! The Master is such a great man, how could he come here just like that? He might have gone to help the Saints to protect the boundary formation! Why would the Master bother to come here for such a minor problem? It's ridiculous!"

One of the three monks replied with a little anger upon hearing this.

From the monks' words, we can tell that even though they were quite hostile to the Confucianists and were on the verge of fighting each other, they still respected the Confucian master and abandoned their orthodox views.

This is indeed the case. The Master of Confucianism can be said to be a very special person.

It is said that his cultivation is the most profound under that of a saint, and he has the hope of breaking through to the saint realm at any time and becoming the fourth saint of the human race.

Although he was a Confucian, he had no sectarian bias. "Well-read and knowledgeable" are far from enough to describe his amazing talent. He was one of the few peerless masters who was willing to selflessly guide Buddhist disciples, Taoist disciples and even civilian disciples without any Taoist orthodoxy. Therefore, he had an extraordinary reputation, and even Buddhist monks who were hostile to Confucianism had to admire him.

Hearing the monk's words, Qingfeng layman immediately smiled with disdain and responded:

"Haha, you don't know this! The Master has been writing books in my Confucian School's Shuyue Pavilion these days, and he will also take care of the chaos in the disaster area! He is a kind-hearted man, and he will definitely come to help! Even if he only sends one incarnation, it will be enough to solve the trouble here!"

The young monk Qingfeng's words were filled with undisguised admiration for the Master. For an absolute genius like him who had broken through to the super-innate realm at such a young age, the fact that he admired someone so much showed that the other person really impressed him.

"The Master is actually in Shuyue Pavilion?! That would be very convenient for us to come here... In this way, friend Mieyue can be saved, but where is the other friend in the Dao Realm?"

After hearing this, the Buddhist monks finally believed that Qingfeng was not exaggerating. At the same time, they also felt that the beggar version of the endless purgatory in front of them was no longer a problem. After all, that was the Master. How could the Master, who was as powerful as a saint, not be able to solve such a thing? No one would believe it if they told others!
Just as they shifted their attention and prepared to look for the traces of Wang Zhifan and the other two Demon Lords, the sky near them suddenly changed.

Suddenly, a pale, thin vertical line appeared in the air. Then, the line spread outward at an angle to form two infinitely high surfaces. Three figures appeared between the two surfaces and fell to the ground below.

The largest figure among them was a broken corpse about two stories high. His arms were broken and a large transparent hole was exposed in the middle of his body. It was none other than the short and powerful Demon Lord Mo Yan who had been so powerful not long ago.

The second largest one is a huge block of bones. It looks bigger than two carriages put together, but it is difficult to tell what its original structure is.

The smallest figure was a short-haired young man in green clothes. He was leisurely stepping down from the sky. Who else could it be but the Taoist friend Wang Zhifan that everyone was talking about?
Boom~boom~
With two consecutive dull sounds, the remaining corpses of the two demon lords fell heavily from the sky to the ground, and Wang Zhifan landed in front of the three Buddhist monks and Qingfeng layman in the surprised gazes of them.

"My friend... you killed two demon lords?!"

The oldest of the three monks was the first to recognize the identity of the block of bones and discovered that it was actually part of the original huge demon lord's head. So he asked Wang Zhifan who had just landed in surprise. He couldn't believe that in such a short time, this young man had solved the two demon lords that made them extremely fearful.

"I destroyed them, but it wasn't easy."

Wang Zhifan then looked at the monk and answered calmly.

He was telling the truth, in order to kill the two demon lords, he used the epic weapon Blade of Time, and two unique skills, Dream Transformation and Life is Like a Dream, which consumed more than half of his own power. It was definitely not an easy kill.

But what he said sounded like a deliberate show-off to others, but no one would be disgusted by this kind of show-off.

Because in this world, destroying the demons is the greatest right, and destroying the Demon Lord is the right among all right, the kind that can be recorded in the history of human race's achievements.

After all, how many demon lords are there in the entire demon world? Less than a thousand! This number is negligible compared to the tens of billions of demons!
Therefore, every time a demon lord is eliminated, it can be regarded as a huge contribution to the human race, and the strength comparison between the human race and the demons becomes half a point stronger.

"Single-handedly killed two demon lords! You are truly a genius! I never thought that such a brilliant person like you would appear in the Dao Realm! May I ask what your name is?"

Amid the shocked expressions of the three eminent monks, the lay Buddhist Qingfeng at the side was also shocked. He enthusiastically asked Wang Zhifan about his name.

This seems to be the tradition of Huojing. Every well-known master will give himself a resounding name.

For example, Wang Zhifan had met the Buddhist innate realm master Longshan Venerable, the civilian innate realm martial arts master Gun Dao Jisheng, and the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword should also be the name of the Dragon Girl. Her name would not be just Dragon Sword.

In short, how strong your strength is is one thing, but your name must be loud and easy to remember.

"I don't have a name yet, but my Taoist name is Fanyun Sanren." Wang Zhifan answered directly after hearing it. He planned to skip the troublesome step of coming up with a nickname and simply use the Taoist name instead, as a way to take advantage of his Taoist identity.

But what made him speechless was that he himself didn't care about this kind of thing, but the Qingfeng layman in front of him was unwilling to let him go. When he heard that he didn't have a name, he wanted to help him get one on the spot.

"Master Fanyun, you have such a high level of cultivation, how can you not have a name? This is simply embarrassing us, the Confucian writers! If you don't mind, let me help you choose a few, and you can choose any of them!"

After Mr. Qingfeng finished speaking, he shook his head with his tall hat on and started muttering and pondering. Then within two seconds he gave Wang Zhifan a few names that left him speechless, making him realize that not all scholars are good at giving names.

"You are a Taoist, and you killed two demon kings, so how about you be called the Twin Demon Guardians? No, that's not a good idea... You are proficient in martial arts, and are good at using a long sword, so you should be called the Taoist Sword Emperor..."

The man excitedly called out several so-called names in a row, but they had no practical meaning except to embarrass Wang Zhifan. So Wang Zhifan had to cough twice and walk past him to observe the strange illusion in the nearby area.

It must be mentioned here that Wang Zhifan can sense the general situation of the outside world in the dream realm created by Menghua Daqian. He is not in a closed cage like the enemies who have been hit and lose contact with the outside world. Otherwise, the unique skill of Menghua Daqian would have too big a flaw.

"Is the Dragon Girl trapped in a move similar to my Dream of the Universe? But the complexity is much higher?"

After observing the complex illusion in front of him for a few seconds, Wang Zhifan realized that the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword was in a bad condition. It was hard to say whether it could get out, and even if he wanted to save it, he had no idea where to start.

The reason was that this illusion was too complicated, with a multi-layered and multi-faceted structure. It was very easy to get lost once you entered it. In addition, he vaguely sensed the extraordinary nature of the illusion, which made him give up the idea of ​​rescue.

After all, this opponent was chosen by Mieyue Dragon Blade himself. As a helper, he has fulfilled all his responsibilities. Not only did he prevent the other two Demon Lords from interfering with Mieyue Dragon Blade, he also killed the enemy directly.

It is a pity that the Dragon Girl failed here. She overestimated her strength and chose the wrong opponent.

"Are you worried about your friend Mieyue? Good luck will come to you. Your Excellency the Master will be here soon, and everything will be solved by then."

Seeing that Wang Zhifan ignored Mr. Qingfeng who was obsessed with naming, and his eyes were fixed on the bizarre and changeable illusion, the three Buddhist monks slowly walked towards him and said a few words of comfort.

From this we can see that the Buddhists do not have a bad impression of the Taoists. They are not opposed to witnessing the appearance of a great Taoist master. Instead, they want to get to know Wang Zhifan and increase their precious network of masters.

There was no other way. Who could blame Wang Zhifan for his outstanding performance? He killed two demon lords alone, and did it in a short period of time, with almost no injuries!

What is shown here is extraordinary, which means that Wang Zhifan's combat power level is also very competitive in the super innate realm!

And he is still so young, so it is not too much to pay too much attention to him!

"Thank you, old man."

After hearing this, Wang Zhifan immediately shifted his gaze and prepared to chat with the three monks to obtain some necessary copy information.

But suddenly, all of them turned their heads and looked up into the sky!

It was a unique figure. He appeared in the sky in an instant and attracted everyone's attention!

It's hard to describe exactly what kind of man that was.

He looked to be in his forties, of medium height, with long gray hair. He wore a black Confucian robe and held a blue thread-bound book in his hand. His appearance gave people a moderate feeling, neither fat nor thin, neither ugly nor handsome.

But his overall temperament is extraordinary, as vast as the Milky Way in the sky. Anyone who takes a look at him will never forget it.

This middle-aged man who looked like a scholar appeared in the sky, his eyes calmly swept across the scene below, and then he appeared on the ground as if by teleportation, standing next to Mr. Qingfeng.

"Ah... Qingfeng meets the Master!"

Mr. Qingfeng, who was originally frowning and shaking his head thinking about a name for Wang Zhifan, was almost startled when he saw someone suddenly appear beside him.

But he was also a super-innate master after all. He immediately realized that it was the Master who had arrived and quickly bowed to greet him.

"Feng'er, I told you long ago that you don't have to be so restrained when you see me."

The middle-aged man called Master smiled and replied. Then he showed a puzzled look on his face and asked Qingfeng Jushi:
"What were you shaking your head and mumbling about just now?"

What he said was that just now in the sky, he saw that the junior whom he valued did not notice his arrival at the first time, but was standing alone on the ground, pondering something like a madman. He seemed to be particularly fascinated, even more enthusiastic than when this junior himself was studying the Confucian classics.

"Ah? Oh! Master, I was just thinking of a name for this Taoist friend!"

Mr. Qingfeng didn't react at first, but he immediately understood and pointed at Wang Zhifan who was looking at this place not far away.

For a moment, Wang Zhifan's eyes met the Master's, making him feel an indescribable and majestic power enveloping his whole body.

But fortunately, this power was moderate and gentle, and did not cause him any negative feelings or much resistance.

After their eyes met, the Master nodded slightly to Wang Zhifan, then he turned around and looked at the remains of the two demon lords not far away on the ground, as well as the nearby illusion area. After a brief pause, he spoke to Wang Zhifan:
"My dear friend, you have such amazing martial arts skills at such a young age. I have never seen such a great person before. You really deserve a suitable title... If you don't mind, I can give you the title of 'Martial Honored'... If one day you can make further progress, then the title of 'Martial Lord' will belong to you."

What Wang Zhifan could not have imagined was that the Master, like his junior Qingfeng Jushi, was also a naming maniac. He gave him two names on the spot, which left him speechless.

(End of this chapter)