Chapter 530 – Killing Heng Yin

Apart from specific items and means, very few people in the world could manipulate dragon qi, and even the Supervisor Zheng was powerless to do so. Let alone a tower spirit.

Thus, Xu Qi’an, who possessed the fragment of the Earth Book and the oral instructions imparted by the Supervisor, as well as being burdened with the qi of half a country, was the only being in the world capable of manipulating the dragon’s qi.

Under such a premise, what Xu Qi’an had to do was simply that he had to be present when the Buddha Sect seized the Dragon Qi.

No one would have thought that there was an existence that could manipulate dragon qi hidden in the Leizhou martial artists, and Pureheart hadn’t expected it either, so when he learned that the tower spirit could channel dragon qi, he thought that he was a sure thing.

After the dragon qi entered the fragment of the earth book, it immediately swallowed the small dragon inside the mirror, and then coiled around the space of the earth book, transforming into a solidified sculpture that no longer moved.

In an instant, a gaze that followed the dragon qi focused on Xu Qi’an.

The Leizhou people were envious and jealous, while the Buddhist monks were envious.

“You ……..”

Head Heng Yin’s face went livid as he pointed at Xu Qi’an and growled, “Evil devil, evil devil, today you will surely die.”

This person first injured the temple’s martial arts monks, and then cleverly encouraged the Leizhou martial artists, and then summoned Sun Xuanji, a magician of the Siantian Supervisory Bureau ……..

Ambush yourself in the dream world and then shell yourself when you get out of it.

Under the accumulation of all these things, Zen Master Heng Yin’s mind exploded.

Zen Master Pureheart’s face twisted slightly, with a feeling that his heart was like a knife, the chance and creation that should have belonged to him had been taken away from him.

The Pure Edge Martial Monk droned, “Hand over the Buddha Sect’s greatest treasure and your life will be spared.”

Xu Qi’an snorted, ”The treasure has a virtuous owner, and it was it that chose me. The Buddhist Sect wants to do something like taking it by force? Brothers, kill out together and share the treasure equally.”

Li Shaoyun’s eyes lit up, “Is this true?”

The envious and jealous Leizhou martial artists also looked over.

“If it’s a lie, you guys will just behead me at that time.” Xu Qi’an laughed.

Liu Yun’s eyes flashed as she exclaimed, “It makes sense, first kill this group of vultures and leave the Floating Pagoda, then we’ll share the treasure equally. Without leaving the pagoda, everything is empty talk.”

She was now unprincipledly on Xu Qian’s side, repaying him for saving her life.

When the Leizhou martial artists thought about it, it made sense, so they immediately shielded themselves next to the artillery, holding their weapons in one hand and lifting their cannons or military crossbows in the other to confront the Buddhist monks.

Heng Yin was enraged, ”Who is doing the taking by force, it is you! That Dragon Qi is a treasure of my Buddhist Sect, how can you, a crude martial artist, get your hands on it. If you don’t hand over the Dragon Qi today, you can’t leave the Faustus Pagoda. All fellow disciples, join the poor monk in subduing the devil.”

He sat in place, folded his hands, and recited the scriptures.

The Zen masters then sat cross-legged with their hands folded and recited the sutra.

Leizhou Wu Fu brain “boom” a shock, those mosquito-like voice, in the ears, echoing in the brain, washing the heart of the hostility, let a person produce “conversion to Buddhism” impulse.

Zen masters in the Buddhist system are not known for their combat power, and their main means of attack comes from the “precepts” of the fifth-ranked Ruler, the ninth-ranked Shamans have no combat power bonus, and the eighth-ranked martial arts monks do not belong to the system of Zen masters.

The seventh-ranked Venerable Master is well versed in Buddhist teachings and is able to transcend the dead souls and brainwash the living.

The Sixth Pin Zen Master practiced zazen and sat in meditation without fear of invasion by external demons.

Fourth grade ascetics, like ninth grade shamans, belong to the front rank, and neither has a battle power bonus.

In other words, before the Second Grade Rohan, the Zen Master System’s combat power was extremely limited.

This is a glimpse of why the Buddhist sect has two systems, with the martial monks being more like bodyguards for the Zen masters, to protect them until they attain the fruition of their teachings.

Hence the alias of the three qualities of Vajra: Dharma Protector Vajra.

The head priest, Heng Yin, led the Zen masters in chanting sutras, exercising the ability of a seventh-ranked Venerable Master – brainwashing the living.

The Brahma sound resounded through the second level of space, degreeing the Leizhou martial artists, and except for Li Shaoyun, these Fourth Grade, and a few Fifth Grade martial artists, the other good men all had grim faces and showed resistance.

Though he has never disappeared, he has lost his power to fight, and is only concerned with fighting the growing desire to become a monk within him.

Thankfully, the disciples of the East Sea Dragon Palace were similarly affected and lost their battle power.

Clang …….. Xu Qi’an calmly took out one of the artillery pieces and aimed it at the Buddhist monk, twisting the fuse with his fingertips to ignite it.

With a muffled “boom”, the cannon jerked back, and the shells were bored out toward the first Heng Yin.

The martial monk Pure Edge crossed his body to block the crowd of Zen masters and blasted his fist at the fire cannon, waves of air accompanied by fire, sweeping through a third of the space.

Artillery can be very lethal in spaces that are not spacious enough.

The crowd was pushed backward and staggered by the waves of air, their eyebrows and hair were scorched by the fire, and the seated Zen masters shook east and west, immediately resuming their seated position and continuing to recite the sutra.

Dongfang Wanqing snatched a martial monk’s preceptor with her chopping hand, sprinted a few steps, suddenly whirled around, and chopped out a blade that distorted the air.

The blade cut through the bodies of the two junglers, slicing through the barrel of the cannon and exploding on the hard ground.

The barrel is split in two with a flush cut.

Yuan Yi snorted coldly, the commander of all commanders moved like a rabbit, closing in on Dongfang Wanrong in two steps, and in the process, he pressed the saber at his waist.

Dongfang Wanrong was a sorcerer, so as long as he seized the opportunity to close in, he would be able to decimate his opponent within ten moves.

Zen Master Pure Heart, while keeping his hands together and locking onto Yuan Yi, said:

“Put down ……..”

Bang!

Gunshots rang out as Xu Qi’an pulled the trigger, trying to blow the head off of Zen Master Pureheart’s dog, stopping him from casting the commandment.

Dongfang Wanqing turned back and threw out the ring knife, “when” a sound, flying spinning ring knife hit Yuan Yi’s saber, knocked off the blade.

Seizing this gap, Dongfang Wanrong summoned a shadow that descended upon her body, giving her a physique and defense that was no less than that of a martial artist.

Dang it!

Yuan Yi’s attacks containing blade intent rained down on Dongfang Wanrong, chopping her back and forth, unable to parry, only able to resist.

Despite having the physique and defense of a wookiee, close combat was the domain of the wookiee.

On the other side, Li Shaoyun danced his lance and entangled Dongfang Wanqing, his lance was like a dragon, and every time he pointed it out, it was accompanied by ear-piercing airbursts.

“Snort!”

Dongfang Wanrong ripped off Yuan Yi’s clothes and unleashed the spell killing technique.

Yuan Yi, who was a dragon and tiger one moment, abruptly froze in the next moment, and his face paled a few points, as if he had suffered unimaginable injuries, injuries from within his body.

It was a pity that Dongfang Wanrong was unable to tear off Yuan Yi’s hair, or else the power of the spell killing technique could have been a few points stronger.

Before she had the chance to counterattack, a silhouette flashed out from her side, interlacing both knives and slashing at her neck, sparks flying everywhere and ear-piercing rattles spreading throughout the entire space.

The shadow above Dongfang Wanrong’s head shook violently, on the verge of collapsing, and deep slashes appeared on her snow-white neck, dripping with blood.

“Stinking monk, why don’t you help?”

Dongfang Wanrong angrily rebuked.

It was simply impossible for her to single-handedly block two Fourth Grade Martial Artists who specialized in melee combat.

Pure Edge could only join the battlefield, holding the Twin Swords Sect Master at bay while keeping an eye on the Zen masters.

………….

Inside the tower, Li Lingsu stood on the turret, peering slightly fearfully at the beads in the hands of Du Nhan Vajra, worrying for his two little lovers.

As for Xu Qian, to Li Lingsu, what Xu Qian wants to rob has nothing to do with him, it doesn’t matter if he succeeds or fails, as long as this senior can get out of the tower smoothly.

“Sun, Elder Sun ……..”

Li Lingsu said, “What was the origin of that Dragon Qi just now?”

Sun Xuanji said, “Yes.”

After a while, Li Ling Su didn’t get a follow-up reply.

Just as he was focused on watching the battle and had already forgotten his own question, he heard Sun Xuanji slowly say again, “Dragon …….”

What are you talking about ……… Li Ling Su is full of questions.

“That’s awesome that’s awesome!”

The little white fox curled up in Mu Nanjian’s arms and watched with great interest.

“You can see the beads that far?”

Munanjia rubbed its head.

“Don’t rub my head, it’s weird.” The little white fox delicately said:

“I can see it, I can see it clearly.”

Mu Nanjian was then a little envious, the distance was too far, she couldn’t see anything.

She rubbed the little white fox’s head again, the fur was soft and smooth, warm out of the hand, if it was made into fox fur, it would be just right for this increasingly cold season to wear.

Wait, what am I thinking, it s still a child …….. Mu Nanjian restrained the woman’s instinctive desire for sable clothes and fox fur.

“By the way, you’re a little vixen, how did you run here?” Mu Nanjian curiously said.

This little fox inexplicably appeared beside him without warning.

“The Queen told me to come!”

The little white fox is honest and well-behaved when asked.

“Niang Niang?” Munanjian looked at it.

“Can’t say it, if I say it, I’ll be locked up in the small black room ta.” The little white fox said sincerely.

…………

Xu Qi’an noiselessly appeared in the shadow of the Head Heng Yin as he blew out a mouthful of green smoke with great force, accompanied by the poisonous gas was the aphrodisiacal gas of the love compulsion, as well as the ability of the heart compulsion to affect the mind.

But these invariably fail. When a Zen master sits in meditation, he can resist the invasion of external demons.

In this regard, Xu Qi’an was not surprised, for he knew the divine nature of Zen kung fu, which had long been demonstrated by Monk Shenshu, and the reason why he was making these seemingly useless attempts was that what he was really dealing with were the martial monks guarding the perimeter.

Taking advantage of the fact that the martial monks were being controlled by the interference of the love compulsion, poisonous compulsion, and heart compulsion, Xu Qi’an slapped his palm onto the Hundred Meetings point of the head monk, Heng Yin.

“Thou shalt not kill!”

Zen Master Pure Heart folded his hands and said in a deep voice.

Xu Qi’an’s eyes flashed with a struggling color, but he didn’t shoot down after all.

As a result of this delay, the Pure Edge Martial Monk returned with a grimace on his face to kill and rescue Heng Yin.

Seeing this, Xu Qi’an immediately stopped hesitating and retreated with the help of shadow jumps.

Pure Edge had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard a scream and looked sideways, his eyes widening.

One of the martial monks stabbed his ring knife into Heng Yin’s chest, and blood instantly dyed the robe red. The change came too quickly, as Pure Heart and Pure Edge’s attention was focused on Xu Qi’an, completely unaware that there was an Erwu among the martial monks.

The martial monk drew his preceptor and laughed fiercely, “If you dare to be his enemy, all of you will not be allowed to die.”

Pure Edge’s face was grim as he slapped out a palm, knocking out the martial monk who had been hit by the love compulsion.

“This is a love compulsion, the love compulsion of the Southern Border Compulsion Clan. A person who has been infected with a love compulsion will love the host who controls the mother compulsion regardless.” Pure Heart sighed.

The Buddhist monk was shocked and angry, looking at Xu Qi’an as if he was looking at the devil.

Xu Qi’an shouted in a low voice, “Don’t get up yet!”

As the words fell, Heng Yin, the Head Seat who was supposed to be extinct, suddenly sat up, folded his hands, and looked at Dongfang Wanrong with a hollow gaze, saying:

“Put down the butcher’s knife!”

Dongfang Wanrong’s delicate body suddenly froze, confusion flashing in her eyes.

Corpse Compulsion!

When he drilled out of Heng Yin’s shadow just now, Xu Qi’an borrowed the poisonous compulsion, love compulsion and heart compulsion to interfere with the martial monks at the same time, and did two things, the first of which was to implant the sub-compulsion of the love compulsion into the body of the nearest martial monk.

The second thing was that the corpse parasites’ daughter parasites were sprinkled on Heng Yin’s robe, and after Heng Yin’s death, the corpse parasites took over his physical body and turned him into a puppet.

Because of the limited ability of the Corpse Compass, it could only retain a portion of Heng Yin’s cultivation, probably around the fifth rank.

Dang it!

To a martial artist who was good at fighting, Dongfang Wanrong’s brokenness was simply fatal.

The three knives blitzed and slashed at her, hitting the virtual shadow and shaking violently, seeing that it was about to collapse.

Once there was no enhancement from the Ying Soul Void, Dongfang Wanrong, who was a sorcerer, would be instantly decapitated by the two fourth-grade martial artists, and there was no second possibility.

With a look of despair in his eyes, Zen Master Pure Heart looked towards the Tower Spirit, who always smiled and folded his arms, staying out of the way, and said in a deep voice:

“Senior, I only have two requests, please release Nalan Tianlu and please send us out of the Floating Pagoda.”

Since we can’t beat them inside the tower, we’ll send everyone out of the tower.

The old monk looked toward Xu Qi’an and the others with a peaceful face, “Are you willing?”

“No!”

Xu Qi’an immediately said, and after he finished speaking, he muttered in his heart for a while: this tower spirit’s temper was really weird.

The old monk shook his head and said, “Poor monks do not force themselves on others.”

Zen Master Pureheart’s face changed slightly, and he busied himself with saying, “Then they are not included.”

The old monk nodded and smiled, “Yes.”

He immediately waved his hand, and fine golden light brushed by, clinging to the disciples of the Dragon Palace of the Eastern Sea and the monks of the Three Flowers Monastery.

In the next moment, they disappeared inside the tower and appeared in the square outside.

Successful escape.

………..

Whew! The Pure Heart looked around for a moment, confirming that he had reached the outside of the tower, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The monks of the Three Flowers Monastery were pleasantly surprised, with a sense of celebration after the robbery.

“Hibiscus ……..”

Hearing a gentle voice from her side, Dongfang Wanrong snapped her head sideways and saw a half-illusory old man standing beside her, wrapped in sorcerer’s robes, with white hair and white beard, a vicissitude of face, and a gentle smile as she gazed at herself.

The line of sight instantly blurred, tears filling her eyes, Dongfang Wanrong choked, “Teacher ……..”

“City Lord Nalan!”

Ilb, also wrapped in wizard robes, appeared and flicked a black bead from his fingertips, saying:

“You should stay in the Soul Nurturing Bead, and when you return to Jing Shan City, you will let the Grand Sorcerer remake your physical body.”

For sorcerers and Taoist sects that emphasize the spirit, as long as the spirit remains intact, the physical body can be replaced. Although it will affect the subsequent promotion because of the “mismatch” between the spirit and flesh, it will take decades or hundreds of years to break in.

But Nalan Tianlu himself was a second grade rainmaker, almost the grade ceiling, and promoting a first grade required chance, and he might not be able to promote for hundreds of years.

“Senior Uncle Du Nan, disciple has degraded his mission and can only come up with this plan.”

Pure Heart walked up to Vajra Dunan, folded his hands, and hung his head.

Du Nang didn’t say anything and just stared at the entrance of the Floating Pagoda.

Ilbu laughed, “It’s just a turtle in a jar, Sun Xuanji, have you anticipated the situation at hand?”

On the turret in the air, Mu Nanjian’s eyebrows knit lightly, “Oh no, they can’t get out.”

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