Mu Zhuo's black hair was thick, making him look in the pri of life. His eyes were deep and spirited. Decades ago, he was already a supre Divine Seed within the Esoteric Buddhism, and after reaching the Fifth Realm, his status only rose higher. Who wouldn't respectfully call him Master Mu upon eting him?
However, after arriving at the Black and White Mountain, soone imdiately wanted to give him two slaps. He had never experienced such "courtesy" before!
Qin Ming was usually quite amiable, but now transford into "Brother Baozao," mainly because he resonated with the fact that this person ca with intentions against him, seemingly to uncover his foundations.
He did not hold back. The top-grade Purple Golden Core in his abdon burst into intense blazing aura, interweaving with the patterns of Heaven and Earth, even causing the palm of his hand to glow with "elixir aura," thick as a wall.
Outside Qin Ming's right hand, the golden elixir aura surged, its presence majestic. As he casually swung it, there was an overwhelming sensation as if his hand could cover the sky, compressing the void till it exploded with sound, scattering the Night Fog cleanly.
Mu Zhuo was enraged. He had already stated that it was a misunderstanding, yet the other party had no intention of stopping, still swinging his palm over.
But now he was like sinking in a quagmire, suppressed by four experts collaboratively, making it extraordinarily difficult to act. He urgently shouted, "Stop!"
However, it was useless. The Grandmaster, donned in a straw raincoat and wearing a conical hat, still slapped over, pressing so hard that his whole face was about to distort.
Divine light erupted within Mu Zhuo's body, patterns interweaving on his face, conjuring exotic scenes. Miniature mountains and rivers appeared like tattoos on his face, providing comprehensive protection.
That was the Land of Godhood he chose for himself, manifested by him.
Indeed, though both were in the Grandmaster Domain, they had different strengths. He was one notch stronger than Zhou Zhengran of the Blood Immortal Organization, with unfathomable Taoist techniques, able to cast them even when locked by four Grandmasters.
Although in haste, he avoided the embarrassing situation of his face sinking and blood spurting from his mouth and nose, rely feeling a slight ringing in his ears, and his cheeks ached.
"Crackle!"
Mu Zhuo felt his face go numb. The tattoos — his miniature Land of Godhood — seed to be undergoing a Crossing Tribulation, with Thunder Light unfolding.
Qin Ming's two slaps were wrapped in sparkles, entwined with lightning, full of force, suddenly exploding, in the square inch of mountains and rivers listening to thunder and admiring lightning, possessing a subtle elegance amid the violent confrontation.
With a low growl, Mu Zhuo's body ignited a Divine Talisman, shining rapidly, breaking free from the four's constraints in an instant, escaping confinent, coldly touching his bluish-black skin.
Yu Gen Sheng intercepted his path, while ng Zhiyan and Li Qingyun stepped ghostly, re-encircling him.
On one side of the road, in the desert, many figures appeared, holding torches, dispelling the darkness.
Mu Zhuo was stunned to find a group of pigs, all standing upright, silently looking over.
Evidently, this was the palm-sized pig, though he himself had not appeared, only casting spells to watch, choosing the desert as his Foundation of Godhood, now achieving quite a feat in the Netherworld Realm.
The four Grandmasters sat on the cliff drinking fine wine, which was sent by the old pig.
In the past, Qin Ming was completely in the dark about the desert, but now, with his deeper Taoist understanding, and contact with higher realms of cultivation, he already knows many truths.
There are indelible "scenes" and inexplicable "phenona" in the desert, hard to eradicate, impossible to completely destroy, mainly because various "divine" things have rooted in the Night Ruins.
To beco a God, conquering these special "land features" and "phenona" actually involves the Night Ruins.
This is also why Qin Ming is wary of the Night Ruins, not daring to tread easily once more.
The Night Ruins have Thirty-Six Heavens, shrouded in endless mist.
Old rchant, ghost, Headless Immortal, Ancient Great Power... all found their end there, profoundly unfathomable.
After a brief distraction, Qin Ming's gaze suddenly cleared.
Upon discovering the group of pigs carrying torches surrounding him, Mu Zhuo's face turned very unsightly.
He scanned the four Grandmasters wearing straw raincoats and conical hats, saying, "Is this how the Black and White Mountain treats guests?"
Qin Ming said, "What kind of guest are you? Without goodwill, breaking into the Black and White Mountain, yet still expecting respect from us? Besides, who do you think you are, daring to act presumptuously near the Beast God Martial hall!"
"My master is Xi Tian." Not only did Mu Zhuo report his foundation, but he also emphasized again that he bore no malice.
In Yu Gen Sheng's heart, it was difficult to remain calm. The na Xi Tian resounded too prominently, shaking Ye State for hundreds of years, with a status in Esoteric Buddhism second only to Chu Canglan.
Over the years, so people have referred to them collectively as the peerless duo of Esoteric Buddhism.
ng Zhiyan and Li Qingyun's hearts also grew heavy; in his youth, Xi Tian was highly active, only becoming low-key in old age, once titled "Heavenly God."
Qin Ming observed Mu Zhuo, fullness of divine light within his body spilling outward, indeed a high disciple of a renowned master. If not for Yu Gen Sheng holding him down, he might not be restrained by just ng Zhiyan and Li Qingyun.
The supre Divine Seed of the past, now a Grandmaster, had unfathomable depth.
Qin Ming spoke, "Xi Tian is very strong. He might beco an awakened with innate wisdom in the future, but he hasn't yet set foot in the Seventh Realm, and you dare to offend the Black and White Mountain? As his disciple, are you standing up for Cui Chongxiao, intending to harm the young man from Shuangshu Village?"
Mu Zhuo's pupils contracted, how could this mysterious person seem to hear part of his innermost thoughts? He recalled a kind of ancient legend ntioned by his teacher, instantly calming his heart like still water, no longer showing any emotional fluctuation.
"Quite daring, to co here to harm people!" Yu Gen Sheng shouted explosively, like Heavenly Thunder falling, causing the mountain walls outside the desert to rumble and tremble, giant stones rolling down.
He regarded Qin Ming as his nephew, wishing to see him pave the way for the rebirth system, how could he tolerate harm coming to him?
Imdiately, he threw a punch without reservation.
At that mont, although Yu Gen Sheng was ignited with anger, he did not lose control, his terrifying Heavenly Light concentrated to the extre, imitating Pure Yang Power, like a Big Sun rising into the sky.
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