Chapter 235: Grassland Martial Saint

Chapter 235: Grassland Martial Saint

Chapter 235: Grassland Martial Saint
Shanzhi Lama couldn't help but sigh. He knew that the other party was a top master in the world, and what was even more terrifying was that this person was extremely cautious in his actions.

He relied on his powerful spiritual power to fight against his blood and masculinity, but refused to have any substantial contact.

Naturally, Shanzhi's blood and masculinity would be restrained by the soul and spirit of an opponent of the same level. However, the opponent's soul power seemed to be endless, which caused Shanzhi's blood and masculinity to be constantly depleted without posing any fatal threat to the opponent.

This is also an extremely safe way of playing in the competition between masters.

Putting aside the fancy magical powers or martial arts, it just relies on the foundation.

Just as when the war between two countries reaches the stage of purely relying on national strength, all the fancy things are not worth mentioning. The key is that the other party has extreme self-confidence and surpasses him in capital.

Shanzhi knew that if he delayed any further, there would be no hope of escape.

After he sighed, his face suddenly flushed. This was the secret method of the Tantric Red Lotus Destruction, which was extremely terrifying when performed, and could transform one's own flesh and blood into unparalleled divine power.

However, once this method is used, the best result is a serious loss of vitality. In serious cases, after escaping, you may die.

By now.

He had no other choice.

Shanzhi's body shrank in an instant, his face flushed. His Qi broke through the limit and climbed up again, reaching an extremely terrifying height.

Under this fierce and terrifying aura, Xu Qing's figure finally appeared.

He frowned, and was in his heart admiring that there was indeed something profound about Tantric Buddhism, which actually had such a terrifying secret method.

In an instant, Xu Qing's mind fell into a calm state again.

He took steps of Tiangang Beidou, and in an instant, his body changed into seven forms, and it was impossible to tell which one was the real one.

But Shanzhi closed his eyes tightly, as if he had grasped a ray of life from nowhere. He stepped on lotus flowers and shot towards Xu Qing who was at the position of Tianshu Star at an extremely mysterious angle.

Xu Qing didn't know that Shanzhi Lama's secret method of destroying the red lotus was passed down from Guru Padmasambhava. He was almost the founder of Tantric Buddhism and his realm was extremely high.

When Shanzhi performed the secret method of Red Lotus Destruction, it was like offering a sacrifice of flesh and blood to the Bodhisattva, as if inviting a spirit to possess his body, and he briefly possessed the spiritual perception of Guru Padmasambhava.

Such a state is far beyond what Shanzhi can possess.

Therefore, although Shanzhi sacrificed his flesh and blood, he actually felt a sense of pleasure in going to paradise, just like hearing the truth in the morning and being able to die in the evening.

This is also the terrifying aspect of the Red Lotus Destruction Secret Technique. Sacrificing flesh and blood is not painful at all, but instead the heart is filled with the joy of enlightenment.

It’s just that this kind of enlightenment is obtained from the perspective of “Guru Padmasambhava”, not one’s own enlightenment.

It's like catching the moon in the water.

Xu Qing's Heaven-Repairing Hand had a stress reaction.

Innate finger!
He pointed three fingers at three important points on Shanzhi’s left arm.

Under the three fingers, even though Shanzhi's strength had greatly increased, Xu Qing's innate finger still crippled one of his arms.

This also shows how terrifying Xu Qing's background is now.

A unique skill like the Xiantian Finger can actually use three fingers in a row in an instant.

Shanzhi is, after all, a martial arts master of his generation.

His palm was both a real attack and a fake response.

When Xu Qing pointed at his left arm, Shanzhi seized a unique opportunity at the cost of sacrificing an arm.

A punch like the sun suddenly blasted towards Xu Qing's face.

Xu Qing knew that this punch was indeed unavoidable.

He stretched out his palm, like a soaring Vermilion Bird, with heat waves surging.

Two extraordinary forces collided with a loud bang, and a crack visible to the naked eye appeared between the two men, as if the ground was split in half by someone with a huge axe.

Then Xu Qing's figure, like a graceful dragon, flew backwards for dozens of feet and landed steadily on the ground.

But Lama Shanzhi has disappeared without a trace.

Xu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, and had to admit that Tantric Buddhism had its unique features.

However, such a secret method, which is almost like sacrifice, is actually very evil when you look into it.

However, when he used the Heaven-Repairing Tribulation Hand just now, he had already gathered the general logic of the other party's secret technique. With Xu Qing's own knowledge and the foundation of Zifu Yuanzong, he actually had the opportunity to use a similar secret technique.

But the cost is horrific.

Therefore, Xu Qing can fully judge Shanzhi's current condition.

Not only was one of his hands crippled, but a lot of his flesh and blood also disappeared, and his bones and internal organs were also severely hit. If he was not a martial arts master with an extremely strong vitality, a top-notch internal organ training expert would not be able to escape more than two or three miles and would die on the spot.

Even so, recovery is almost impossible.

Unless there is some even more evil secret method in Tantric Buddhism.

Of course, there was another reason why Xu Qing did not continue the pursuit.

Shanzhi is just a side dish; the real trouble is right in front of us.

A pressure as overwhelming as the sea and prison almost caused Lord Wu, who had just escaped death, to collapse to the ground.

At this moment, Xu Qing came to Lord Wu, emitting a mysterious aura around him, resisting the pressure from outside.

A sharp howl sounded, like an old wolf howling at night, which continued and grew louder. The clouds in the sky shook and a strong wind blew.

Thousands of grassland tribesmen have come to chase them.

Xu Qing, Lord Wu and others only had a few dozen riders.

Not only are we outnumbered, but the other side also has a totem-like existence on the grassland - the Sirius King has arrived here.

This is also the Martial Saint of the grassland.

One of the five great martial saints in the world.

The fact that he has survived to this day must have meant that he took some kind of holy medicine that could prolong his life.

Moreover, his blood and energy are vigorous, his spirit is like wolf smoke, and as continuous as mountains.

"Gongming, why don't you just leave." Although Lord Wu was so frightened that his face turned pale, he also knew that he was now a complete burden.

"Don't worry, my dear teacher." Xu Qing was as calm as a deep abyss.

"King Wolf, you are courting death instead of staying at Wolf Mountain. " Xu Qing exhaled and spoke, his momentum surpassing that of thousands of troops.

Han Tai, Lei Juren and others were cheered up by this.

After all, it is Xu Liushou.

"Hahaha, I've often heard people say recently that if you don't know Xu Gongming, it's useless to call yourself a hero. I've seen him today, and it turns out that his reputation is not unfounded."

A man riding an extremely tall dark red-black horse appeared in the sight of Xu Qing and others, looking indescribably relaxed.

Looking at its aura, it was as if the gods and demons that ruled the grassland had suddenly come to the human world.

He doesn't look down on others on purpose, but he makes people subconsciously treat themselves as grass in front of people like him.

Even a master of dirty tricks is two completely different lives compared to him.

What is hidden in his deep eyes is not vicissitudes of life, but deep loneliness.

This is the Sirius King Fu Xuan.

He is not from any tribe on the grassland. He has been raised by a pack of wolves since childhood. No one knows whether he has the blood of grassland people or Han people.

No matter when, even in the cold winter, he would only wear a simple coarse linen robe, with a majestic body and an aura like a pillar supporting the sky.

When this man appeared, the sky seemed to become the roof of his tent.

Even though he is already over a hundred years old, his jet-black hair and muscular outlines like marble sculptures still show how vigorous his vitality is.

This is the most brilliant life on the grassland in the past hundred years, and it is absolutely impossible for any human power to carve it out.

Facing the most brilliant and outstanding person in the grassland in the past hundred years, Xu Qing did not show any fear.

"We are about to fight the Black Mountain Demon, and we are trying to eliminate the hidden dangers of this battle. The Heavenly Wolf King came uninvited, and it just happened to fall into our trap."

He finished speaking.

Fu Xuan couldn't help but look sideways.

At some point, a monk stood with his hands behind his back, with an aloof demeanor that looked down upon the world and all living things. Fu Xuan looked young, but he was truly at the peak of his life, like the blazing sun that broke through all the ice and frost.

"You are Xiong Chan." Fu Xuan's leisurely expression disappeared in an instant.

Facing Xu Qing, he still had the confidence to defeat his opponent, but there was another martial saint, Xiong Chan, who had emerged in the past hundred years, facing the two pillars of the Dayu Empire.

Even with his reputation as the Wolf King, his momentum was dampened at this moment.

The grassland tribesmen behind him had little room to intervene in the face of a Martial Saint who could change the country's destiny.

After all, before the Martial Saint's qi and blood are exhausted, it is difficult for ordinary people's attacks to cause substantial damage to the Martial Saint.

Of course, no martial saint would be foolish enough to be surrounded by a large army.

It can only be said that at the level of Martial Saint, the destructive power of reality is extremely terrifying.

When dealing with Taoist masters, the army's blood evil can still be used, but the Martial Saint is naturally not affected by this blood evil.

However, a martial saint often has his soul and body merged into one, and he has absolutely no chance of reincarnating and awakening his innate wisdom. If he cannot break through to the human immortal level during his lifetime, even if he takes powerful elixirs to prolong his life, he will definitely not live past the age of 150.

On the other hand, Taoist masters have the power to bewitch people. They can set up altars, organize followers, and create tremendous power and even bury the dynasty in the last years of the dynasty.

Moreover, Taoist masters emphasize how to grasp the existence of “I” and pursue true immortality.

In short, the Martial Saint has height, and the Ghost Immortal has length.

The way of the primordial spirit combines the advantages of both the martial saint and the ghost fairy. Once the primordial spirit body is cultivated, it can stay in the world forever, and it can gather into a shape and disperse into gas, with infinite changes. Fu Xuan's eyes fell deeply on Xiong Chan, as if the world was so big that there was no other thing.

His profound gaze seemed to sparkle with the most profound wisdom of the grassland.

Then, suddenly and without warning, he threw a punch.

In a fight between top masters, there is no essential difference between striking first and striking later. The key lies in whether one can detect the flaw in the opponent's qi.

When Fu Xuan made his move, he had obviously grasped a gap in Xiong Chan's energy that could not even be called a gap.

That is Xu Qing next to Xiong Chan.

Because Xu Qing was beside him, Xiong Chan would inevitably lack the determination to completely forget himself, and would not have the ultimate courage of Fu Xuan to risk everything.

This is due to human nature.

This punch was an interpretation of the simplicity of the great way. It directly blocked all possible subsequent changes of Xiong Chan, leaving only a head-on confrontation.

Even Xu Qing was separated from the battlefield where the two men fought.

A strong and terrifying aura was released, making Xu Qing and Fu Xuan seem to be separated in time and space.

As expected, Xiong Chan did not dodge.

Facing this veteran grassland martial saint.

Xiong Chan slapped out his palm.

Prajna Palm.

This is the embodiment of the supreme Buddhist teachings of the Great Zen Temple. Unless the nearly mythical Tathagata Palm appears, the Prajna Palm is already the pinnacle of Buddhist martial arts in this world.

Prajna refers to the wisdom of truly understanding all things and the origin of all things.

Xiong Chan's palm drew a trajectory that was in line with the mysteries of heaven and earth and was extremely perfect. It continued to expand, as if it had suddenly become extremely huge, filling the vision of everyone present.

Fist to palm.

There was no earth-shattering explosion as everyone expected.

No, to be precise, at this moment, except for the two Martial Saints and Xu Qing, everyone lost the perception of sound and fell into an extremely terrifying silence, as if they were deaf.

After an unknown amount of time, an explosion like the sound of flowing water rang out in everyone's ears.

They seemed to have regained their hearing all of a sudden, and their hearts were filled with inexplicable weirdness and terror.

Xiong Chan and Fu Xuan separated their fists and palms.

Xiong Chan took three steps back, his body shaking slightly, while Fu Xuan also took three steps back, his body not shaking.

A sand pit appeared visibly with both sides as the center.

The sky is filled with dust and sand.

Fu Xuan and Xiong Chan were suspended in the air almost entirely by the powerful airflow created by their own blood and energy.

But the two sides have no plans for further confrontation.

This battle between the Martial Saints ended with a not-so-intense test.

"Okay." Facing the young man who was at least sixty years older than him, Fu Xuan had to admit that a new era had arrived.

No matter how he struggles, the future is no longer something that old guys like them can dominate.

"Let's go."

Thousands of troops retreated in an orderly manner.

Xu Qing and Xiong Chan watched the Grassland Martial Saint leave without trying to join forces to kill him.

This is also something that is almost impossible for the two to do at the moment.

A grassland martial saint is so difficult to kill, let alone the Black Mountain Old Demon in the Seven Killing Demon Palace of Changbai Mountain, who, even though his realm has fallen, still sits firmly on the position of the world's number one master.

The difficulties of this trip were also anticipated by Xu Qing and Xiong Chan.

“If the old monster wants to use the Heavenly Demon to defeat the Seven Evils and return to the realm of the Creator, he needs to go through the thunder tribulation again. After going through the thunder tribulation, there will be a unique period of weakness, which is also our only chance.” Xiong Chan sighed softly.

The two of them could not predict how powerful the old monster, who was in a weak state, was.

No matter how well prepared you are, you will only understand when the time comes.

Now is also the critical moment for the old demon to prepare for the Heavenly Demon to fight against the Seven Evils, and he cannot leave Changbai Mountain for even a moment.

Otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted.

This is also the reason why Xiong Chan chose to come out of seclusion near July.

If you come too early, you will probably be defeated one by one by the old monster.

Now, the old monster can't cause any interference to them.

This is also the experience gained by the leaders of several major holy places in the previous generation in dealing with the Black Mountain Demon.

Unfortunately, this time, there is no holy place like Laoshan Shangqing Palace participating.

But there are more powerful people like Xu Qing.

It’s just that Xu Qing essentially replaced the position of Taoist master Xuantian Shenglong, and today’s Xu Qing is no match for the Taoist masters of the previous generation.

Of course, the current Black Mountain Old Demon is no longer the same as he was before. He survived seven thunder tribulations and reached the realm of the Creator by hiding from the world and suppressing many masters in Middle-earth.

If it weren't for the Taoist master of the previous generation of Xuantian Shenglong Dao who turned the tide, the many Taoist sects in Middle-earth would probably have been wiped out by the old monster.

It is precisely because of the experience of the previous generation that Xiong Chan and Xu Qing were able to come up with the current plan.

Even so, there is little chance of success.

But if they let the old monster return to the realm of the Creator, they would have no choice but to hide in the capital from now on. How frustrating that would be.

And for Xu Qing, it is not even a question of retreating, it is a question of death.

In this battle, Xiong Chan and Old Heavenly Master both had ways of retreat, but Xu Qing had no way of retreat at all.

"I plan to have a secret meeting with Fu Xuan tonight and persuade him to join our operation to encircle and suppress the Black Mountain Old Demon." Xu Qing transmitted the message in secret, and in Xiong Chan's ears, shocking words rang out.

It's not that Xiong Chan didn't believe in Xu Gongming's charm, but it was nothing short of a fantasy to persuade a martial arts saint from an enemy country to join their plan to encircle and suppress the Black Mountain Old Demon.

Xiong Chan would rather believe that Xu Qing could come up with a mysterious idea and use various means to teach Fu Xuan an unforgettable lesson than believe that Xu Qing could really do it.

"Gongming, be cautious." Xiong Chan replied in voice transmission.

"Master, don't worry. I am sure I am doing this. Fu Xuan's mentor was Grand Master Murong from the grassland Golden Tent a hundred years ago. You know, after your majesty's great-grandfather returned from the grassland, he claimed to be Grand Master Murong's student and even built a temple for him."

This is a major scandal in the country.

But the old emperor's great-grandfather was indeed so abstract.

In fact, when the emperor, who was posthumously named Yingzong, first came to power, he also fought with his civil officials and took some innovative measures. But there are many who start well, but few who can finish well.

No matter how you look at it, Emperor Yingzong broke the bottom line that an emperor of a prosperous dynasty should have.

Of course, this does not prevent Xu Qing from making good use of the situation and making a fuss about Emperor Yingzong building a temple for Grand Tutor Murong.

When people get old, they often think about the past.

Although Fu Xuan is a martial saint, he cannot escape the word human feelings.

Moreover, isn’t Fu Xuan afraid that the Black Mountain Old Demon will return to the Creator and dominate the world, causing Fu Xuan to become the old demon’s lackey in his old age?
Given the Black Mountain Old Demon's temper of "those who obey me will prosper, while those who disobey me will perish", if Fu Xuan resists, he will naturally not have a good ending.

Xu Qing first settled Lord Wu down, then gathered the remaining soldiers until night fell.

Arrived at the grassland tent alone.

This is a one-on-one fight!
Even though Xiong Chan thought he was a man of great courage, he couldn't help but admire Xu Qing when he saw him doing this.

He couldn't think of any reason why Xu Qing would dare to go to the meeting alone.

Even if Xu Qing's sincere method can predict the future, what if it fails?
What if Fu Xuan suddenly explodes and attacks?
After all, this is a matter involving the Martial Saint, so even if the secret is figured out, it may be wrong.

Because the strong can obscure and confuse the secrets of heaven...

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Fu Xuan practiced martial arts late at night and was almost in a state of harmony between man and nature. Any unusual movement in the entire camp would attract his attention.

But the abnormality that alarmed him this time was so abnormal that Fu Xuan couldn't understand it.

The Martial Saint's tent is no different from the tents of other grassland generals.

Fu Xuan is not a person who likes luxury.

In fact, at his level, he really doesn't love money.

Because he would not lack anything that could be bought with money, and Fu Xuan even had no place to spend money.

Xu Qing naturally couldn't bribe the other party with money.

He simply appeared quietly in Fu Xuan's tent and lit a lamp made of animal fat for him.

"Practice is like lighting a lamp with a breath. If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response. I wonder what the response is in Mr. Fu's heart?"

Xu Qing was holding a ring.

After Fu Xuan saw this, his expression changed slightly.

(End of this chapter)