Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 269: I don’t want to kill the gods, I want to kill the immortals! Linglong Pagoda suppresses the Plague Lord (seeking monthly votes)
The fire in the furnace was raging, producing clouds of flames, and blood-red rainbow light pierced through the darkness. Zhang Kuang felt the rapid growth of his internal strength, and did not cover up the rising precious light, but displayed the magic weapon openly.

The blood-red flames in the furnace subsided, revealing a golden, exquisitely crafted dodecagonal pagoda with fifteen floors. On the base stood the towering first-floor tower, with fifteen layers of eaves above it. The outline of the tower and the overlapping layers all contracted inward at a certain curvature, making it beautiful and majestic. Flames were hidden inside, and on each floor there were murals depicting the shapes of treasures. However, due to insufficient materials, these treasures did not appear in reality, but only floating shadows.

[Exquisite and Transparent Relics and Wishful Golden Pagoda]: It can suppress evil spirits and ward off disasters. It can absorb enemies into the tower, burn them with fire, and attack them with magic weapons. It can also be used as a throwing magic weapon to hit the opponent's head.

Note: It has a miraculous effect on those who are not human or flesh and blood.

Zhang Kuang held the pagoda in his hand, and the aura on his body instantly broke through the limit, stepping into a new realm from the peak of "breaking the void". The energy waves around his body surged, but when it turned outward, it converged back, like a lotus blooming, wrapping him inward.

Different from the immortal way that seeks to refine oneself and maintain one's true self, the Shinto way that seeks continuous worship of incense, and the Buddhist way that seeks to choose between merits and demerits, the martial arts way should not seek external things.

However, Zhang Kuang embarked on both the martial arts path of "great power belongs to oneself" and the weapon path of "relying on external objects". Therefore, his aura was bold but contradictory. He had the publicity of a martial artist and the restraint of a weapon practitioner, which overlapped to form a lotus shape.

The phantom had originally wanted to stall for time and teach this ignorant Daoxuan a lesson, but the moment it caught sight of the exquisite pagoda, the entire phantom erupted as if it had encountered a natural enemy, emitting a sharp explosion: "Li Tianwang's Thirty-three Heavens Exquisite Golden Pagoda?"

"No! No!"

"This magic weapon is too weak, and it hasn't yet been refined to produce the Heavenly Dao restriction... This treasure is destined for me!!!"

A strong greed suddenly burst out from the phantom's words, and then a streak of light from outside the fairy gate once again hit his body, and his momentum instantly rose, reaching the limit of flying fairy.

"I am Zhou Xin, the Eastern Plague Messenger. If you are willing to present the pagoda to me, I will ensure your admission into the Plague Department. I will also grant you a copy of the Plague Sutra and accept you as my disciple."

Zhou Xin's figure was now solid, and the force of oppression was far greater than before. He was about six or seven feet tall, with a green face and fangs, hair like cinnabar, and dazzling golden eyes. Although he was dressed in brocade clothes, he did not have the kindness and morality of immortals and gods. He was like an evil ghost Shura, hideous and terrifying.

There is a poem in the original novel: "Hair like cinnabar, face tinged with green, fangs and golden eyes. Taoist robes are green and menacing, hemp shoes on feet are like clouds and mist. Sword in hand flashes like lightning, secrets hidden in chest make gods and ghosts cry. The messenger of plague descends on Xiqi, it is the Jiayi wood of the East."

He snorted like thunder and said, "Since you have seen me, why don't you bow?"

At the same time, Daoxuan and Wan Jianyi also met nearby.

"Daoxuan! How could you fly to heaven at this time?" Wan Jianyi's beard was furious, and he asked anxiously, "I'll stop them, you go first!"

"No! I'm not leaving, and there's no need for you to hide it anymore!" Daoxuan grabbed Wan Jianyi, his already illusory figure solidifying at this moment. At the same time, his voice echoed in Wan Jianyi's heart: "Since a hundred years ago, I have been thinking about how to kill the celestial immortals, but there is a difference between immortals and mortals. No matter how I deduce, the end result is failure."

"Junior Brother! Human abilities have their limits! I've learned one thing over the past century—the more you strive, the more you realize that human abilities have their limits, unless you transcend them."

Isn’t that becoming an immortal?

Wan Jianyi was annoyed. "What on earth do you want to say?"

Daoxuan said in a high voice, "I know you've hidden your sword for a hundred years, not to slay gods, but to slay immortals. But without a corresponding magical weapon, even if you have the power to slay immortals, you can only exert 70% or 80% of it, which is not enough to break the barrier between immortals and mortals.

so……"

Daoxuan once again began to practice Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao, and in an instant, he transformed himself into a giant sword that constantly shifted between seven colors and gray, and then melted into a blazing white light. "I'm not a human anymore!"

"I am the Sword of Immortal Slaying, you wield the blade to slay ghosts and gods. Look at the immortals flying in the sky, do you dare to come to the human world again?!"

Daoxuan was obsessed to the point of madness, and he no longer concealed his voice. His wild laughter caused the dark sky to instantly turn upside down, bursting into a brilliant light. The thick black curtain fell on Wan Jianyi, blessing him with the power of Zhuxian and the Beast God.

A century of planning begins today!
Kill the ghosts and gods,
Zhu Xian!

Wan Jian held the Daoxuan Sword in one hand, his body trembling slightly under the darkness. When he looked up again, his dark red eyes looked at Zhang Kuang and Zhou Xin at the same time. He had no intention of laughing, only one sword:
"The righteousness of heaven and earth, long-lasting, slays demons, destroys gods, and slays immortals!"

This is no longer the mysterious sword for slaying demons passed down by Qingyun Sect, but the "Zhu Xian" that Wanjian has studied and researched after observing the Zhu Xian Sword day and night for a hundred years!
The sword light was incredibly powerful, targeting both Zhang Kuang and Zhou Xin at the same time.

The unique skills that had been cultivated by one of the world's top geniuses for a hundred years did not cause much excitement in front of Zhou Xin. He only nodded slightly and said, "Not a bad belief."

Then one could see thunder and lightning, as if the whole world was sick and pathogenic energy was generated. Yin and Yang were disordered, and evil energy was growing. Not only were the mortals in the entire Zhu Xian world plagued by various diseases, but even the pure and innocent cultivators felt a little uncomfortable and showed signs of headaches.

The same was true of the "Zhu Xian" sword swung by Wan Jianyi. It was very powerful at first, but it was constantly contaminated with disease as it moved. It began to become weak and gradually became slow until it stopped in mid-air, as tired as an old man in his twilight years, about to die.

Wan Jianyi and Daoxuan's ambitions were shattered in an instant. The former was petrified on the spot as he watched this unrealistic scene before him. His body trembled slightly, and fear spread instinctively.

"Why, how could this happen?"

"How can an ant know the vastness of the universe?" Zhou Xin said as a matter of course: "Although I am only a strand of primordial energy, even a tiny bit of power is already top-notch among the flying immortals, not to mention the status of the Heavenly Court. How dare your world give you any help?
With these two factors combined, even if you try your best, it will just be a farce."

Zhou Xinming's intention was to ridicule Zhang Kuang, but in fact he wanted to make him see the gap between immortals and mortals, so that he could make the "correct" choice.

What he was interested in was not the exquisite pagoda in Zhang Kuang's hand, but Zhang Kuang's ability to refine the exquisite pagoda!

Therefore, unless it was absolutely necessary, Zhou Xin was unwilling to kill the chicken to get the eggs. He wanted to subdue Zhang Kuang and use him for his own purposes, so as to obtain a steady supply of prototypes of magic weapons.

Only then did Zhang Kuang become familiar with his rapidly increasing strength. He stretched his hands and feet slightly, and then directly summoned the Linglong Pagoda, instantly sucking Zhou Xin, the "Zhu Xian" sword energy, Wan Jianyi, and the Daoxuan Sword into it.

"What are you talking about? I'm familiarizing myself with the magic weapon. What are you waiting for? Waiting to die?"

(End of this chapter)