One sword cuts through the sky, one sword divides yin and yang, and one sword reveals the clear and turbid.
Feng Mian used the space of the Divine Pillar to forcibly increase his strength to the Divine Void Realm in a short time. At this whole level, if it were not for the God-binding chain to suppress the aura explosion, the backlash would be even more serious.
With a single strike of the sword, Feng Mian directly shattered the image of Lord Shura. There was no suspense or any sloppiness. Although he himself was sent flying backwards by the impact, after this move, he was able to win by a narrow margin.
Within two breaths, the aura of Holy Lord Shura disappeared and directly affected the body inside the holy gate and above the main hall.
The gloomy face changed dramatically, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The destruction of the Dharma was equivalent to destroying part of the foundation. Although it was not particularly serious, it would not be possible to perform it a second time in a short period of time.
With a flash of his body, Holy Lord Shura appeared in the middle of the hall. He covered his chest with his dark right hand and waved his left hand, igniting the surrounding fire, forming a simple flame array, exuding a faint aura.
The body gradually rises, and a force lifts it up. The energy of the flames flows through his body, recovering from the injuries bit by bit. But this process will be very painful and long.
"Haha... That's interesting! I underestimated your strength. I didn't expect that under such circumstances, you could explode the energy of the underworld and forcibly use the underworld fire to deal with me. However, you still lack the firepower."
He closed his eyes, and a mysterious and strange mark appeared between his eyebrows. If Feng Mian had been present, he would have recognized it. This mark was almost identical to the one between his own eyebrows.
The fingers formed a magic spell, and the surrounding flames rotated rapidly, showing an extremely cold air, even bone-chilling. It surrounded the Holy Lord Shura, showing a cocoon-like state, and was undergoing repair.
The power of the entire area was absorbed by him. The foundation that carried the Holy Sect suddenly experienced violent turbulence. So it didn't take long before many disciples were attracted, wondering what was going on.
"Why is there a sudden surge of energy in the main hall? Is there something wrong with the Holy Lord? Should we go and have a look. But if we accidentally disturb the Holy Lord's practice, we can't afford it..."
A group of disciples were hesitating and wandering outside the door. Without the order of the Holy Lord, they are usually not allowed to enter here, but it is really strange now. If they don't find out the reason, they will still be severely punished.
Suddenly, a gloomy and faint voice came from the hall: "Come in, everyone. I have something important to tell you. Why are you waiting at the door?"
After hearing the order, everyone saluted respectfully and then stepped forward. When they stepped into the hall, a cold air suddenly hit them, taking the shape of a tornado and freezing them completely.
Even so, as a cultivator, I still have some consciousness, but I can't move: "Holy Lord, what are you doing? Why are you doing this? Did we do something wrong?"
"Haha... Haha... Did you make a mistake? No! You came at the right time. You should feel honored to be able to make such a contribution to the Holy Sect. When I complete my hegemony, I will definitely not forget your efforts."
As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of dark golden air swept through the darkness, directly hitting each ice crystal cocoon. Everyone felt that the breath in their bodies was rapidly drained in an instant, and they were completely unable to control it.
Screaming, wailing, and struggling were all useless. Their energy was absorbed directly in just two breaths, turning into a pile of white bones, which slowly fell down.
Immediately afterwards, Holy Lord Shura put on a dark golden robe, raised his hand and waved, the aftermath was suppressed, and fell steadily to the ground. A strange light flashed in his eyes: "Haha... It's really thanks to you that I can restore my original origin in time..."
The afterimage flashed, and Holy Lord Shura stood in mid-air, looking in the direction of the Medicine Master Sect: "Fengmian boy, what belongs to me, you can't keep it no matter how hard you struggle, it's only a matter of time before I get it back."
Medicine Master Sect, in the small courtyard.
Feng Mian was backlashed and fell into a coma. The state of his divine consciousness automatically entered the space of the Divine Pillar, and the god-binding chain entangled it, and then the divine energy also automatically wrapped it, but this time the recovery was extremely slow.
"It's really hopeless. Why can't I get rid of this bad habit? I always like to show off my strength. I am a strong person in the Divine Void Realm. Even if I am just a
The Tao and Dharma are not something he can defeat, so he has to stand out."
Cang Lingmai hated that iron could not become steel, with a look of displeasure on his face. Staring at Feng Mian's half-dead look, even though he knew that there was a space for the Divine Pillar, the runes on the stone pillars could be condensed into divine energy, which would definitely restore it.
Spiritual consciousness is easy, but the physical body is not necessarily so. The methods of Lord Shura are not something ordinary people can deal with. Feng Mian is still young after all. Although the strength of his body exceeds that of ordinary people, he still cannot take the most powerful blow head-on:
"You kid, I hope the Medicine Master Sect won't leave it alone. After all, the news has spread throughout the world, and the King of Medicine is doing his best to protect you. You are inseparable from the Medicine Master Sect. If we deal with it in time, we can still be saved."
Above the main hall, the atmosphere is mysterious.
"Qingsong, what do you mean? Feng Mian did resolve a great crisis for our Medicine Master Sect with one person's efforts and forced the Holy Lord Shura back. But after all, he is an outsider with no name and status, how can he..."
Many elders felt that the matter was over, and now they were arrogant again. Elder Qingsong was very shameless for this kind of face. He even showed an undisguised look of disdain in his eyes.
"Haha... not appropriate? If Feng Mian hadn't forcibly improved his strength and struck with all his might, do you think our Medicine Master Sect would be good enough? If we were to break up with the Holy Sect, what would you, cowards, do?"
Everyone clenched their fists with dissatisfaction on their faces. A few people rushed out: "Qingsong, although you are indeed highly respected, you are also very determined in this matter. The King of Medicine values you, but don't go too far."
"That's right, although we didn't choose to persist, we still considered the overall situation. In that situation, everyone would weigh the pros and cons, right? Isn't it too hurtful for you to say this?"
Waving his sleeves again, Elder Qingsong snorted coldly: "Humph! The overall situation? You are just greedy for life and afraid of death. You are a great medicine master sect. You can't even save a junior. How dare you talk about the overall situation? How ridiculous!"
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't agree, then I'll ask the King of Medicine to come out and talk to you personally. I almost couldn't save the sect, and you're still sticking to those old rules. How pedantic!"
Currently, Feng Mian's body is in urgent need of treatment. However, the Medicine Master Sect's background makes this matter easy. As long as Feng Mian is sent to the soul quenching pool, he can basically recover in less than a day.
"Qingsong, don't use Medicine King to suppress us. We are also elders, so this is not your room."
"The Soul Tempering Pond is the most precious treasure of our Medicine Master Sect, and it cannot be entered by ordinary people at will. Moreover, the Medicine King Conference is about to be held, and it is a reward for the winner. How can we be so rash?"
Still objecting relentlessly, Elder Qingsong's face became increasingly gloomy in the face of the crowd's siege. If it weren't for the sake of being an elder, and he didn't do anything excessive, he would have really wanted to take action directly.
"Okay, in that case, I will leave my words here. I will definitely take Feng Mian's body into the soul quenching pool. If any of you dare to stop it, be careful that I will not show mercy. It's just what I said, if you don't accept it, just come!"
He stomped his steps and walked straight out of the main hall.
After a while, Elder Qingsong held Feng Mian's body and walked step by step towards the soul quenching pool. In front of him were a group of Medicine Master Sect guards holding weapons, but they did not dare to attack easily. After all, they were core elders.
"Why, you still want to block me? Okay, let's do it. I haven't lost my temper for many years, and today is a good time to practice my skills. If you are not afraid of death and insist on blocking the road, then you will bear the consequences!"
With a turn of his palm, a tyrannical energy has gathered. If the person in front of him dares to take action, then he will never show mercy. He brought Feng Mian here, and he cannot ignore it if he is seriously injured.
"Elder, we are just guards and juniors. We don't want to fight with you. Please don't embarrass us. The Soul Quenching Pond is a holy place. Without the order of Medicine King, we will never get out of the way."
As soon as he turned around, many guards surrounded Elder Qingsong, and the weapons in his hands condensed whirlwind. They looked at each other, and the afterimage flickered, and they attacked directly. One after another, the sharp blades went straight to the vital points, without any carelessness.
With a light step, Elder Qingsong flew into the air. Holding Feng Mian's body in his hand, he bent his fingers a little, and then with an arc-shaped gesture, he flew away many of the guards with one move and hit the ground heavily.
Immediately afterwards, another figure appeared around the soul quenching pool. They were wearing green armor and holding iron swords. They attacked at the same time, trapping Elder Qingsong without any flaws and unable to take another step forward.
"Elder, you know the rules of the sect very well. Don't make things difficult for us, and don't make things difficult for yourself. The person in your arms has no name or status. In our eyes, he is just a nobody. He must not step foot here!"
Slowly, Elder Qingsong put Feng Mian down. With firm eyes and a sneer, he glanced at each of the guards.
"Nobody? No name, no identity? Haha... You guys really just come here with your mouth. I tell you, if Feng Mian had not taken action with all his strength, the crisis facing the Medicine Master Sect would have hurt the foundation even if it would not have wiped out the entire army."
Is this a group of pedantic guys who are stuck in the past and can't distinguish between right and wrong? If this is really the case, then Elder Qingsong doesn't want to dwell on it anymore. Time is precious and cannot be delayed any longer.
As soon as the seal changed, a mysterious mark flashed between the elder's eyebrows. A green light condensed on his finger.
"You insist on forcing me, no wonder I. Since you know my identity, you should know that I have a unique power in this Medicine Master Sect that no one can control."
Pointing two fingers to the sky, a beam of energy condensed into a beam of light: "I'd like to ask for the Medicine King's Sword!"
With a scolding, a huge vortex suddenly condensed in the sky. Thunder struck, and a green light, mixed with the light and shadow of a faint golden giant sword, slowly fell down and settled on the fingertips of Elder Qingsong.
The world was in turmoil, and the entire aura was trembling violently. Elder Qingsong's face was as sinking as water, and he stared at the soldiers in front of him: "You know the meaning of this sword light, it's too late to retreat now, otherwise..."
"Qingsong, you are crazy! For the sake of Feng Mian, for the soul quenching pool, you are going to destroy the Medicine Master Sect! And your privilege is only once, are you sure you want to use it on this kid? Don't you regret it?"
The blue-gold sword light stirred, and Elder Qingsong stood proudly. He glanced at Feng Mian and said decisively: "Now that the matter has come to this, I will not regret it. The Medicine King's Sword breaks all conventions. This soul-quenching pool must be entered!"