Yuánjué stretched out his hand and pressed his palm onto the seal of the Turbid World. He pressed down slightly, and pure Buddhist light flowed continuously, reflecting and slowly dissipating the turbid energy here. However, the Turbid World's accumulation in this place for more than six thousand years was incredibly deep and terrifying. Even a true Buddhist practitioner who had cultivated diligently for two lifetimes, plus the true teachings of Xuanzang, and then obtained great benefits from Hu Di, was unable to do anything about this seal of the Turbid World for a time.

The ascetic, who was named Dizang and still had a head full of messy hair, covered his forehead. He didn't know why, but even Shakyamuni couldn't give him a tonsure. He painstakingly shaved off all his hair, but it grew back after one night. Later, it got even worse. Even the divine weapons conjured by Hu Di's illusion couldn't remove his hair, and even Yuanjue's power couldn't pull it out.

The monk looked at Dizang, whose hair was so resilient.

He couldn't help but sigh and say that if this head of hair were in the human world, countless people would envy it.

Then he was silent for a while and said again that this was because his six senses were not pure, and the karma of the mundane world was not yet over.

It was a pity that he became a monk.

Later, even the swordsmanship that Yuanjue had seen from Wei Yuan couldn't cut off this hair.

Yuanjue had to sigh and say that such heavy karma and worldly ties might really require Curator Wei to personally give him a tonsure.

With such heavy baleful aura and killing intent, it was better to make him an ascetic first, cultivating with his hair intact.

At this moment, he only felt that for some reason, the pain in his forehead was getting stronger and stronger, as if he had been pierced by a sword, and the person holding the sword was still gripping the sword, constantly stirring in his brow, a power that seemed to crush even his soul.

He heard Yuanjue's question.

He nodded subconsciously and said, "Yes, it's here..."

"That strange beast that I feel very familiar with is right here."

He stretched out his hand and touched the seal of the Turbid World, but he didn't know why, this seal of the Turbid World, which would cause Yuanjue's Buddhist power to be greatly depleted, had no effect on Dizang at all. Yuanjue raised his eyes slightly, took this scene into his eyes, and said, "Good, since you can pass through this seal, then we can naturally join forces from the inside and outside to create a hole."

Hu Di had also been prepared for a long time.

Just as the few of them were preparing to join forces, suddenly and silently, a sinister aura suddenly appeared, tearing straight at Yuanjue, who was currently pondering, intending to join forces with Hu Di's authority with Buddhist power, and relying on the characteristic of Dizang being able to pass through this seal, to break a hole in this seal.

This power was extremely hidden.

Even Yuanjue and Hu Di failed to notice it.

Only Dizang, who should have been in excruciating pain, instead noticed such a familiar power for some reason.

He saw that power heading straight for Yuanjue's heart. During these days, Shakyamuni's teachings almost instinctively appeared in his mind. Dizang couldn't bother to give a reminder; he just suddenly got up and pounced in Yuanjue's direction. The monk raised his eyes, and the nine-ring tin staff in his hand subconsciously lifted up, but he saw that Dizang, who was surrounded by an indescribable aura of baleful energy and karma, was actually blocking in front of him.

A cyan sword shadow instantly pierced through Dizang's body.

Black-red blood splattered out, but unexpectedly, that attack, which even Yuanjue and Hu Di had to be extremely wary of,

Even an attack that would directly inflict heavy damage and bring them to the brink of death,

Only caused Dizang some not-too-serious injuries, causing him to suddenly kneel on the ground, his body wilting. Hu Di and Shakyamuni protected this tall man who had joined the team from the left and right, while Yuanjue was already holding the nine-ring tin staff in both hands, standing at the forefront. The Buddhist treasure left by Xuanzang slammed into the ground, and he drank in a low voice, "Who?!"

"Show yourself to this monk!"

"Come out!!!"

The Buddhist chants suddenly intensified.

After cultivating in the Great Wilderness and being involved in Hu Di's refining of falsehood into truth several times, Yuanjue's Buddhist cultivation continued to improve.

The vast and pure Buddhist light suddenly spread out privately.

Immediately, it was directly cut off by an unparalleled sword intent. The Buddhist streamers scattered, and a figure in a green robe stepped out, his voice peaceful and indifferent: "The flow of heavenly secrets is only as one wishes. The divine prison's heavenly tribulation annihilates all things."

"Earth, oh Earth."

"I've been looking for you for so long, but I didn't expect that you would fall to such a state."

The green robe fell, his temples were streaked with white, and the elegant and evil man stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold and indifferent, overlooking the myriad things. Thus, many laws and the secrets of all things lingered here, flowing and changing, but it was completely different from the Ziwei Bagua algorithm of the human world, carrying a kind of madness, anger, chaos, and explosive meaning.

Turbid World - Heavenly Secrets!

Just in the blink of an eye, Yuanjue's expression changed, and the nine-ring tin staff in his right hand slammed down.

The sound of Buddhist bells reverberated endlessly.

Golden Buddhist light flowed and changed, gathering and transforming into a golden Buddhist bell inverted in this place, resisting the eruption of the Turbid World Heavenly Secrets, but that was all. The golden Buddhist bell suddenly lit up and then shattered inch by inch, turning into golden mist like the morning sun. He suddenly took half a step back, then the veins in his right hand bulged, and he slammed the nine-ring tin staff down.

He chanted the Buddha's name at length.

The nine rings on the nine-ring tin staff trembled violently.

Finally, wisps of cracks appeared on this Buddhist treasure that Xuanzang used in his early years.

But it also successfully blocked it.

It blocked one of the top ten's pinnacle moves, even if it was just a casual move.

Even the Turbid World Heavenly Secrets were slightly surprised, and then nodded, "Not bad."

Then, in the next moment, that green-robed figure directly appeared in front of the monk.

He lifted his right foot and stepped down lightly.

Then, there was a roar.

The Zen staff that Xuanzang used to hold, step by step, passed through a hundred thousand miles, and finally left behind, directly shattered!

"Pity."

"This seat is not interested in entanglement with you."

……………………

The sword energy flowed and changed, magnificent and vast, tearing apart the entangled and heavy Turbid World time and time again, but the turbid energy in this huge seal seemed to have reached a stable state, able to flow and change on its own, and replenish the dissipated foundation on its own.

Chang'an Sword - Ten Thousand Zhang of Mortal Dust!

A sword move that simultaneously possesses sword energy, sword momentum, and spiritual soul attacks.

But it was shattered by a punch from the Turbid World Great Venerate.

"Pity, Yuanshi Tianzun, do you have no strength left?"

"The power of your moves seems to be not as powerful as it was at the beginning."

The Turbid World Great Venerate could still talk to Wei Yuan casually, even though a hideous sword mark had already appeared on his cheek, and if Wei Yuan hadn't had to protect the area in front of Zhurong just now, this sword might have directly pierced through his brow and shattered this Turbid World clone.

The Turbid World Great Venerate nodded: "Perhaps I shouldn't have fought with you in swordsmanship."

"If it's just relying on swordsmanship."

"You are undoubtedly the number one in the world that I have seen throughout the ages."

"What a pity, what a pity." The Turbid World Great Venerate raised his sword, the black sword transformed from the Xuan Black Turbid World Flag was held horizontally in front of him, and he muttered to himself:

"If you were outside, if you didn't need to guard in front of Zhurong."

"Perhaps the outcome of life and death between you and me is still unknown."

"It's not too late now."

Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand, his hair was tied up with a hairpin, and his sword energy and sword momentum were still sharp. He said calmly, "There's no need to use words to break my state of mind. Even I know that the Great Venerate of the Turbid World cannot be understood with the morality of the Clear World Human World."

"That's equivalent to teaching a beast what is the morality of a gentleman, what is the spirit of the Yanhuang."

"Even the Great Venerate knows that this is impossible, right?"

"What do you mean 'even the Great Venerate'?"

"I don't know who you learned these provocative words from."

The Turbid World Great Venerate smiled and said, "What you and Huntian say is different."

"When close friends come, there will naturally be fine wine and good tea."

"For you, there are only swords."

The Turbid World Great Venerate looked at the swordsman in front of him with a smile and said, "To say something not very upright, this seal is actually prepared specifically for you. The suppression of your cultivation has reached its strongest point. Hmm, fighting here now is actually like a mortal sinking into water and being unable to breathe, right?"

"Your cultivation technique originally used the karma of my Turbid World."

"How much do you think such a cultivation technique can exert when facing this seat?"

Wei Yuan raised the sword in his hand, sensed that the cycle of life and death behind him had entered the next stage, and said calmly:

"Even if my cultivation technique is restricted, so what?"

"Those who pass this boundary will die!"

"Behind me, there will be no people of the Turbid World."

"What if I have to pass?"

"Then, I can make an exception."

The Chang'an Sword in Wei Yuan's hand roared, and the sharp sword intent directly pointed at the Turbid World Great Venerate's brow:

"I can let your corpse pass!"

……………………

Boom!!!

At the same time, Yuanjue staggered back outside, and the nine-ring tin staff had already shattered inch by inch, falling on the ground - facing the Turbid World Heavenly Secrets in front of him, even if his cultivation had already reached the pinnacle of the contemporary human race, the level of a true Buddhist cultivator for thousands of years, it was useless. Blood flowed from his mouth, and Yuanjue's expression became silent. The Buddhist beads in his hand shattered together.

His vitality gradually dissipated, but the Buddhist aura became more and more mellow. Any Buddhist cultivator can attain Nirvana.

And in this instant, before Yuanjue's Nirvana, he relied on his future vision to see Wei Yuan's dense death tribulation, which was actually on this seal. However, there was still vitality in the death tribulation. Obviously, the Undying Flower had already left, but Yuanjue felt that if Wei Yuan were to fall here, he could be reincarnated again, and there should be other opportunities.

But…

"The karma of this world has not yet been resolved, Curator Wei. Death is not liberation."

"This time, let this monk use his body as a boat to help you through the tribulation."

"Heh, don't worry about me."

"Buddhist monks sever afflictions. The end of this life is originally not to seek longevity."

Yuanjue put his hands together.

But for some reason, what he suddenly thought of was a sentence that Wei Yuan had once said.

Buddhist practice is to cultivate Nirvana.

Can one attain longevity?

He just smiled freely and said, "Amitabha, there can be one less pair of chopsticks at the museum in the future."

"That's a good thing."

I have a bright pearl, long confined by worldly worries; Today the dust is gone and the light is born, illuminating thousands of mountains and rivers.

The monk's aura suddenly dispersed.

The Turbid World Heavenly Secrets, who had already grabbed the Turbid World Earth and strode into this place, suddenly froze.

He instinctively turned his head!

But it wasn't for the monk's final blow.

A terrifying sound suddenly erupted, rumbling like the wrath of the sky. The extremely terrifying thunder and fire, like a huge pillar, crashed down. Even an existence like the Turbid World Heavenly Secrets was actually controlled by this boundless and terrifying thunder and fire. One after another, terrifying thunder and fire, as huge as mountains crashing down, slammed down, and countless lightning bolts hovered and roared in the sky, like a huge drill that slammed down fiercely.

Even the Turbid World Heavenly Secrets was beaten into a sorry state, his temples were burning, his clothes were torn, and he let out roars, even shaking off the earth.

Yuanjue's Nirvana suddenly stagnated and was then forced back.

The thunder did not stop!

One after another, gazes subconsciously turned their heads to look.

On the distant mountain, Fuxi, wearing a white Daoist robe, stood high up, pointing with his right hand, breathing heavily. Those pupils directly turned into dark golden snake pupils, with a tinge of blood. He stretched out his finger and pointed at the green-robed man. Pictures flashed through his mind, and finally, they turned into the scene of A'Wa being stabbed to death by that sword. His face was twisted, and terrifying fangs grew in his mouth.

His five fingers clenched together.

Heavenly thunder in unison!!!

In the midst of the thunder and fire, a crazy figure, like an eternal nightmare, roared and killed. Fuxi finally shouted out the roar that had been suppressed in his heart for thousands of years, frantically advancing -

"You motherfucker!!!"

"I'm going to fucking kill you!!!"

"Fuck!!!"

ps: Today's second update... three thousand six hundred words

Recently, the computer's input method crashed once, and the original habitual word usage that had been fixed was gone.

There are a few typos, scratching my head, I will try to pay more attention.

Then help Hell promote a book "I really just want to be a study god", a love story about a top student, snap, light the fire, put it on the grill.

Adjust your routine, adjust your routine!