"The Tunnel Armor Sect, its na is empty, its aning hollow. Murderers and arsonists dare to claim righteousness and seek the true fruit of immortality?"
Zhou Xuan gently waved his robe sleeve, absorbing all that black and white righteousness entirely, then waved again, releasing it from the sleeve, stirring the Heavenly Gang.
Countless stars appeared on the do woven by peach and willow trees, rising with the righteousness exhaled by Zhou Xuan, those Heavenly Gang stars suddenly beca agitated, each spinning,
and as the stars spun, star fire was born.
Countless star fires, one group after another, smashed towards the Hulu Taoist.
Initially, the Hulu Taoist could dodge the star fires, relying on the exquisite step technique provided by his yellow paper shoes,
but the star fires beca denser, dense as rain.
Even the most exquisite human step can’t dodge a torrential rain,
gradually, a single star fire ignited the Hulu Taoist’s sleeve, then two, three... successive star fires accurately bombarded the Taoist’s body,
the fire grew larger, and the Hulu Taoist was consud by the sea of flas.
"Fire... burn... pain."
The fire charred the Hulu Taoist’s tongue, even screaming in pain beca a word-by-word struggle,
but soon he couldn’t even utter those words anymore, for his body had turned inch by inch into charred remains.
"The Tunnel Armor Sect, the human world’s inheritance, has nearly been severed."
Zhou Xuan had completely erged from the gorge, he pointed towards the dicine Buddha,
the myriad white hairs drilled into the mouth, nose, and ears of the dicine Buddha.
The dicine Buddha’s belly suddenly swelled, and then, like barbs, those white hairs grew back out from her body.
Each barb, like a bee’s stinger, entangled with internal organs, and once the barbs had completely erged, the dicine Buddha’s belly burst open, spilling her organs all over the ground.
And the imposing sound of pounding dicine was absorbed by Zhou Xuan’s white Daoist robe; this is the "Gorge True Scripture" Saint’s Infinite, absorbing the opponent’s might to counterattack them.
He continued forward, and as he passed Red Pill Taoist, Purple Ox Taoist, and Pagoda-Bearing King, the absorbed "pounding dicine sound" was released, resonating with the three of them.
So close were the pounding dicine sounds that they exploded the heads of the three.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three blood-red flowers blood on the stage,
blood splattered into rain,
but not a drop landed on Zhou Xuan.
His white robe remained as snow,
with lowered head, a wave, an aerial finger, a slow walk, Zhou Xuan, who had already activated the "Human World Play God", deftly sent away several Nine Incense figures,
"Mr. has truly beco a god."
"A true god indeed."
The citizens of Mingjiang Prefecture, as spectators, were overwheld with a sense of security—our Mingjiang Prefecture has such a god, making this prefecture city the safest place in the Nine Prefectures of Jing Country.
They were also very proud,
the awakening of the powerful god, each gave their ager strength, a trickle forming a vast ocean.
Among the spectators, Lady Hong Guan suddenly thought of a line, shouting towards Zhou Xuan: "Beyond your three layers of snow, who in the world can wear white?"
This line resonated with the audience.
"Other than our Mingjiang Prefecture’s Mr., who else in the world can wear white so otherworldly?"
"Beyond your three layers of snow, who in the world can wear white?"
The unified cheers of the crowd drew Zhou Xuan’s attention. He nodded lightly towards the audience, then found Lady Hong Guan’s eyes and smiled slightly,
in the audience, the music master praised Lady Hong Guan: "Guan Niang, don’t be fooled by your usual vagrant appearance, seeming uneducated, at this crucial mont, you still show great literary talent."
"Unlike , who can only complent Mr. as being extrely formidable," Peng Sheng echoed.
The other You Shen also praised Lady Guan’s enlightening remarks, yet Lady Guan sighed saying: "I wish I were so learned, this line was originally from Mr.’s mouth; every ti Lord Jian of Ping Shui Prefecture defeats a strong enemy, he enjoys crafting poetry,
but lacking knowledge, his verses often fall short, so he implores Mr. to help him think of triumphant poetry, thus these two lines ca about."
"So Lord Jian couldn’t use them himself, ultimately leaving them for our Xuanzi to use?"
Yun Ziliang almost laughed aloud upon hearing this—the affairs of this world are truly fated.
...
On the stage, Zhou Xuan continued walking towards the incense fire Taoist.
"Fake incense fire, still not revealing your true form?"
"Where do I have a flaw?"
The fake incense fire Taoist still did not understand where he had been caught.
"Your attitude towards Buddha Country’s people."
"What about my attitude towards Buddha Country’s people?"
"You comnd Buddha Country’s people’s strength."
"Buddha Country’s people are indeed strong, what fault is there in praising them?" the fake incense fire Taoist argued vigorously.
Zhou Xuan rely shook his head gently, saying: "This is where the incense fire Taoist differs from you,
a true Old Incense doesn’t care how strong the Buddha Country is; if they invade Jing Country, he draws his sword to fight."
"When the enemy is strong and I am weak, drawing the sword rashly only leads to self-harm."
The fake incense fire Taoist said.
"To beco Heavenly God Level, a lifeti of countless battles, do you think every ti victory was achieved from strength over weakness?"
Zhou Xuan sneered, "In this world, there is no one eternally strong, but there is forever a strong heart; the Old Incense has it, you... do not."
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