The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 193 Ming Cult "Holy Fire"

The tiny peaks radiate waves of incredibly powerful force.

When Yang Xiao landed on the ground, he felt as if a thousand-pound burden was pressing down on his body, back, and shoulders, which was invisible and heavy.

The pressure made his back bend and his neck droop; it made his fists clench and his teeth clench; it made the Qi in his body flow as slowly as an ox and had no effect.
He tried hard to raise his head and stared at the tiny mountain that was only a few feet away. His face was full of ferocity and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Although he had expected that this young leader had comprehended the divine aspect of martial arts.
Although he also knew that there were differences in superiority and inferiority among the martial arts gods,
But he had never imagined that the gap between his martial arts appearance and that of this young leader would be so huge!
The opponent split the ground with a sword, and used the rubble that rose from the ground to build a tiny mountain. Then, an invisible gravity emanated, covering an area of three meters in radius.

Everything within the three-meter range, including himself, seemed to be carrying a heavy pressure. They were unable to straighten their backs or move.

No, not just unable to move.
The invisible pressure on the shoulders and back is increasing and intensifying with time.

Moreover, this pressure was evenly distributed to every part of his body, not only his limbs, waist and back, but even the blood circulation in the body and the flow of true qi in the meridians were greatly affected and became several times slower.

At the same time, his mind and spirit were also under "heavy pressure".

The strong and rich spirit of martial arts turned into invisible pressure, into huge voices of "suppress", "suppress", "suppress", which kept echoing in his heart and constantly put pressure on him mentally.

Both the body and the mind are under great pressure at the same time. That feeling makes people painful and desperate!
This is one of Xu Xingchen's offensive sword moves that uses the Yin-Yang magnetic energy to its limit: The Weight of Mount Tai!
In this state, Yang Xiao felt a strong sense of suffocation and powerlessness. No matter how tenacious and resolute his resistance was, it could not bring him any practical help.

After a few breaths, his waist bent further, his back leaned down, and his face was facing the ground.

After a few more breaths, his legs, which were squatting in a horse stance, began to tremble violently, his face turned red and congested, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

After a few more breaths, he finally could no longer bear the weight of the double pressure on his body and mind.
Pfft!
His knees went weak and one leg half-knelt on the ground.

"Ah~~!"

Among the crowd watching the fight, the disciples of the four sects of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder cried out in surprise, and each of their faces was filled with worry and fear.

By now, they have seen clearly that the new leader's martial arts skills are incredibly strong, beyond imagination, so strong that their Left Protector of Light is no match for him!

For a moment, he was worried about the safety of Yang Zuoshi's life, and felt a little depressed as if he had lost his mind.

As for the three thousand white-robed followers, although they did not cheer loudly, each of them had an excited and proud look on their faces.

The four Dharma Kings were also discussing in low voices.

"This should be another kind of martial arts divine appearance that the leader has comprehended."

"It seems that the spirit of martial arts is transformed into a heavy pressure, suppressing people's body and mind."

"Look, with the hill built by the leader as the center, the ground within a radius of three meters has sunk a little bit."

"That's true. In that case, the attack range of this move is within three meters."

"Compared to the Lion King's Lion Roar, the attack range of this move is not that large, but looking at Yang Xiao's reaction, he can hardly bear it. It is conceivable how strong the pressure within the three-meter range is."

"In fact, it's not the leader's martial arts divine appearance that is so powerful, but the leader himself!"

"You are right. The leader's martial arts have reached the pinnacle and reached an incredible level. I think he is not much worse than Zhang Zhenren of the Wudang Sect."

As they were talking, the situation on the battlefield changed again.

Yang Xiao, who was kneeling on one knee, soon knelt on both knees. After a moment, even his two palms were supporting the ground.

“Ha~~! Ha~~!”

Yang Xiao was lying on all fours, his gums cracked and bleeding. His handsome face was distorted and had lost all its arrogance. Only a hint of rebelliousness was still flashing in his eyes.

But that trace of unyielding spirit could not bring him victory.
next moment!
puff!
Yang Xiao's entire body was crawling on the ground. The bluestone floor beneath him was covered with countless cracks, and the edges of his body were used as the dividing lines, all sinking three inches deep.

"Yang Zuoshi~~!"

"Master, please show mercy!"

"don't want."

The disciples of the four sects of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder all shouted loudly, with faces full of panic.

Some people even shouted the word "Leader" in the hope that the young man wrapped in the hill could hear it.

The Four Dharma Kings and the Five Elements Flag Bearers were also somewhat surprised, and quickly spoke out to ask for Yang Xiao's mercy.

The leader, who was in the tiny mountain, seemed to have heard their calls.
Yang Xiao was crawling on the ground with his limbs raised up, but his body suddenly shook and his limbs fell back to the ground.

His chest began to rise and fall violently, and he began to breathe in and out air in big gulps through his mouth and nose again.

The red and bloodshot face and the painful and hideous cheeks also felt significantly relieved.

As the physical and mental pressure lifted, Yang Xiao seemed to be reborn. The moment the taut string was released, he fainted.

Click!

A bright light flashed, and the tiny mountain peak split in two, slowly toppling over to both sides. With a loud rumbling sound, it broke into countless pieces of rubble, splashing and rolling in all directions, running away happily.

Xu Xingchen, with disheveled hair, walked out slowly from the cavity and sheathed his sword with a clang.

He turned around to look at Yang Xiao lying on the ground, and swept his eyes over the disciples of the four sects of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder, and said calmly: "Help him down!"

Several masters immediately jumped out from the four sects of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder, came forward, first bowed to Xu Xingchen with awe, then carried the unconscious Yang Xiao and quickly retreated.

Xu Xingchen stood in a messy square, looking around. He still did not have a domineering aura, but in the eyes of everyone, he had already taken on a sacred aura.
The four Dharma Kings smiled at each other, bowed first, and shouted loudly: "Greetings, Master!"

The Five Elements Flag Bearer was completely convinced by Xu Xingchen, the leader, and immediately followed him, bowing and shouting with his Five Elements Flag Bearers and the three thousand white-clothed followers, "Greetings, leader!"

The disciples of the four sects of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder, and the countless followers of Guangmingding who were crowded at the edge of the square to watch the excitement, looked at each other for a moment, and some of them bent down one after another, shouting in a scattered manner: "Greetings, Master!"

Seeing this, the four Dharma Kings continued to shout: "Greetings, Master!"

The five elements flags and three thousand white-robed followers followed again: "Greetings, Master!"

This time, among the followers of the four sects of Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder and the surrounding square, more and more people bent down and joined the ranks of shouting: "Greetings to the leader!"

When the four Dharma Kings took the lead in shouting for the third time, all the followers of the Mingjiao on the entire Guangming Peak bent down and shouted together:

"Meet the leader!"

"Meet the leader!"

"Meet the leader!"

The earth-shaking shouts and the exciting shouts echoed and lingered on Guangmingding, gradually spreading throughout the mountains and fields and in all directions.
At this point, Xu Xingchen’s plan to return to the Ming Cult’s headquarters, Bright Summit, was completely completed!
Before you know it, a day has passed.

The sun sets in the west and the moon rises in the east.

There are many empty houses and caves on Guangmingding, enough to accommodate all the people brought by Xu Xingchen.

Under the arrangement of the four Dharma Kings, Xu Xingchen lived in a spacious courtyard, which was said to be where the leader of Yangdingtian Yang Sect once lived.

Later, Yang Dingtian disappeared and the courtyard became vacant. People came to clean it, but no one lived there.

Today, the Ming Cult once again has its own leader, and this magnificent courtyard also has its own owner again.

The four Dharma Kings lived in several nearby courtyards, guarding Xu Xingchen.

Yang Xiao woke up in the first half of the night, but he was defeated so badly by the leader in public that he was too embarrassed to face people for a while.

A night of silence.
In the early morning of the next day, before daybreak, Xu Xingchen was dragged to the square by the four Dharma Kings.

The potholes caused by yesterday's damage have been repaired and the road is now smooth again.

Tens of thousands of Ming Cult members gathered in the square, facing the western mountains.

Three thousand white-clothed followers and seventy-two masters also came to the square and stood with other followers.

Seeing Xu Xingchen coming, the people in the square shouted again: "Greetings, Master!"

Afterwards, they became quiet, and continued to gaze at the western mountains with solemn expressions.

The four Dharma Kings and the Five Elements Flag Bearers brought Xu Xingchen to the front of the square.

Yin Tianzheng pointed to the mountains in the distance and said to Xu Xingchen, "Master, you will be able to see the Holy Flame of the Ming Cult soon!"

Xu Xingchen remembered the wonders of Guangmingding that the four Dharma Kings had told him about, and his eyes followed Yin Tianzheng's finger and looked into the distance.

In the distance, there are continuous mountains and smoke rising, as if a blue dragon is rising and falling in the sea of clouds, hazy.

Everything looks like nothing special!
But when the rising sun in the eastern sky jumped out of the mountain top, the sunlight penetrated through the layers of clouds and mist, shining on the continuous mountains in the distance.

There is a mountain peak dozens of miles away. It is an ordinary hill among the mountains, but when the sunlight shines on it, it reflects a golden red light.

This magnificent and colorful glow was spread out by the surrounding sea of clouds and fog, forming a ball of burning golden red flame.

Ever since.
Among the rolling mountains and on the sea of clouds and fog, a huge ball of golden-red flame was burning, swaying and jumping, becoming the most beautiful, dazzling, magical and spectacular wonder in the world.

"This is the holy fire of the Ming Cult~~!"

Xu Xingchen witnessed this miracle and couldn't help but think of a similar wonder.
Nanga Bawa in Tibet, the golden mountain in the sunshine!

In the square, countless Ming Cult followers looked solemnly at the "holy fire" in the distance, crossed their hands in front of their chests, and began to recite the Ming Cult's oath.

"Burn my body, the holy fire is blazing. Joy, sorrow, and sadness, all return to dust. Have pity on the people of this world, there are so many worries, have pity on the people of this world, there are so many worries."

(End of this chapter)