Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 286-295 Second Deduction! The Guardian Dragon, the Heavenly King with Wide Vision!

A colossal azure dragon coiled around its body, its scales, claws, whiskers, and hair shimmering with golden light.

Strangely, the dragon's eyes were no longer empty as usual; instead, they seemed to have gained a true soul, becoming incredibly lively.

This is the difference between a spiritual form and a true form.

The infusion of the primordial spirit made the spiritual form truly become a part of the martial artist's life.

With essence, energy, and spirit all present, there is only one step left: the unification of the three elements to achieve the primordial embryo of Dharma form.

However, this step, though seemingly simple, actually takes more than ten years, decades, or even a lifetime to cross.

Before this, the existence of spiritual entities not only greatly enhanced the power of martial arts, but also served as a bridge between martial artists and the world.

From this moment on, martial artists will be able to easily mobilize the power of heaven and earth in their daily lives.

Whether it's spiritual energy or demonic energy, compared to the Heavenly Ladder realm where you "use as much as you need," the Profound Gate realm allows you to replenish your true essence from the outside world at any time.

Explosive power and endurance are incomparable.

But at this moment, neither the successfully condensed Azure Dragon Spirit Image nor the Forty-Nine Divine Palace, which is enough to climb to the Grandmaster level, could distract Li Cunxiao's attention.

On his forehead, a crimson dragon pattern had appeared at some unknown time, and it began to spread across his entire body.

In the realm of mental perception, opposite the portal standing in the sea of ​​consciousness, the old Confucian scholar and the Demon Emperor were engaged in a fierce battle.

"Just as Senior Wenzhongzi predicted."

"As long as I break through the barrier, master the spiritual treasure, and gain absolute control of the secret realm."

"Given Yang Ying's severely weakened state, he has no chance of ever rising again, so he will definitely not be able to resist making a move."

A few days ago, when he entered the dragon boat, Wen Zhongzi immediately saw that he was only one step away from breaking through to the seventh realm.

After the initial shock, the old scholar expressed the above conjecture and made his own request:
He wanted to die together with Yang Ying.

Li Cunxiao still remembers the shock he felt when he heard those words, but the other person's face only showed relief and ease, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

It was only then that he realized that every time Wen Zhongzi had a clone fight him, it was like being slowly cut with a dull knife or having his bones scraped to remove poison.

However, the poison of demonic possession had seeped in too deeply, and Wen Zhongzi had lived too long; his primordial spirit was already decayed and rotten.

After severing all demonic thoughts, he can only enjoy a moment of freedom before his soul is scattered.

He exhausted all his energy, seeking only death.

Such thoughts are something that Li Cunxiao, in his prime, cannot truly understand.

However, no matter what, Yang Ying's existence was a hidden danger. Wen Zhongzi seemed to be an excellent sparring partner, but in reality, he was a time bomb that might explode at any time.

Li Cunxiao could neither refuse Wen Zhongzi's proposal nor stop it from happening, so he could only go with the flow.

Let's return to the present. Looking at the three blazing suns confronting the Thousand-Armed Guanyin Demon Statue, the surging malevolent energy rose like thick clouds, twisting and spreading like the tentacles of a celestial demon.

As Wen Zhongzi felt the demonic energy within his body recede like a flood, he felt both weak and relieved.

Good and evil are two sides of a person, and malevolent energy is not only malevolent energy, but also his spirit and origin.

Ignoring the hysterical Yang Ying, the old scholar raised his head, his silver beard fluttering in the wind, his aged face seemingly regaining its youth, and nodded to the young man across the door.

"Vajra, deduce!"

In an instant, the murderous aura stored in the vajra vanished, as fast as an ancient giant chasing the sun drinking from a stream.

But before the stream could dry up, the Azure Dragon's spirit coiled around the Bodhi tree, opened its huge mouth, and unleashed a powerful suction force, with a torrent of malevolent energy surging forth.

"I am the Son of Heaven, and all my subjects are my livestock!"

"I am the state!"

"Kill all the treacherous officials and rebels, kill all the unruly and riotous people! My will is the will of Heaven, and it is the law!"

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"I am the foremost figure in the three religions; I should be the teacher of emperors, the teacher of the world, and the teacher of all ages!"

"The world has fallen into chaos and corruption. Only I have seen through it all, only I have grasped the truth of human affairs. I will establish rules for everyone, so that everything will operate within these standards!"

"This world needs no emperors, no princes or nobles! Rather than be exploited, it's better to return to the era of the ancient kings. Those who were good at governing in ancient times did not enlighten the people, but rather kept them ignorant. Without knowledge or understanding, there are no troubles."

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A vast and chaotic torrent of thoughts surged violently through Li Cunxiao's mind.

Amidst the rising and falling sounds, there was the brutality of having the power of life and death, the arrogance of nurturing all living beings, and the indifference of ruling over all spirits;
Some were fond of lecturing, some were stubborn and self-willed, and some were self-destructive towards humanity. Yang Ying and Wen Zhongzi's resentment of hundreds of years was like a tsunami, repeatedly washing over the rocks on the shore.

For a moment, Li Cunxiao almost felt that he was about to lose himself in these frenzied shouts.

However, the light of the vajra was like a lighthouse at sea, piercing through the boundless darkness.

The brief ordeal was rewarded with dazzling golden light, which illuminated the Capricorn on the vajra again and again until, in an instant, there was no trace of dimness left.

At the same time, a large amount of malevolent energy is also being transformed and devoured in the Vajra, as if there is a bottomless vortex inside, swallowing up the waters of billions of rivers flowing into the sea.

In terms of deduction, the more malevolent energy is invested, the more perfect the techniques and martial arts will be.

This time, thanks to Wen Zhongzi and Yang Ying, a master who combined the three religions and a grandmaster, the amount of evil energy they provided was many times greater than last time.

The Sanskrit characters emitted a dazzling golden light, intertwining and surrounding Li Cunxiao like a silkworm cocoon.

In that instant, a familiar feeling washed over him again, and he knew he was about to lose his sense of the outside world.

However, with Wen Zhongzi restraining Yang Ying and the dragon boat spirit protecting her, safety is not an issue.

But before that, Li Cunxiao had not forgotten Wen Zhongzi's words:
Ordinary martial artists have only one true form and one spiritual form.

In reality, with each additional avatar, the opening of the Niwan Palace doubles in size, and the power of the primordial spirit becomes twice that of an ordinary martial artist.

At the time, he didn't understand, but now that the Azure Dragon Spirit Form has been achieved, he has gained experience and naturally understands.

One spirit statue, one divine palace; three spirit statues, naturally, three divine palaces.

Before being completely immersed in the vast amount of experience and insights, his last thought drove the Buddhist deity to ascend from the Heavenly Ladder to the Niwan Palace, where the outline of the second divine palace began to emerge.

When a single thought does not arise, a single thought does not cease. Bodhi has no tree, the bright mirror is not a stand.

All intentions and thoughts, all mental agitations, vanish completely, and the scenes of the past are replayed in this void once more.

The seed took root in the soil, and the Bodhi tree rose from the ground.

The black dragon swelled up among the green leaves, coiling into a huge canopy.

It wanted to fly away, but was bound by chains and could not move.

Its violent struggle shook the vast ocean beneath the tree; its breath spewed poisonous fire, scorching the verdant world.

All efforts were in vain. The dragon's immense life force surged into the trunk of the Dragon Flower Tree, where a powerful deity was being conceived. This was the scene when the last divine power calculation was interrupted.

However, this time, with enough malevolent energy as its power source, the essence of the techniques and martial arts changed like a giant wheel, constantly evolving with each birth and death.

Li Cunxiao's consciousness gained a different perception; he seemed to have returned to his mother's womb, about to be born as a new life.

No, not as the mother of mortals, but as the womb of heaven and earth, in the distant and unreachable Mount Sumeru, above the Thirty-Three Heavens that the four continents look up to.

The precious tree, with its dragon-head-like branches, opened its doors, its lava-red body stepping into the sky, its amber-pure heavenly eye encompassing everything in the Jambudvipa world.

Mortals, animals, hungry ghosts, Asuras, hell beings, and celestial beings.
The Desire Realm has six heavens, the Form Realm has eighteen heavens, and the Formless Realm has four heavens.
From all the mountains and seas, all sentient beings bow in reverence.

Celestial maidens scattered flowers, golden lotuses sprang from the earth, and thunderous sounds resounded:

"The Longhua flower is the most prized flower among dragons, and the future World Honored One will attain Buddhahood under this tree!"

"World Honored One! We, the Four Kings, lead the twenty-eight classes of spirits and countless hundreds of thousands of spirits, and with our pure heavenly eyes that surpass human eyes, we constantly watch over and protect this Jambudvipa. World Honored One! Therefore, we are called the Protector Kings of the World!"

"In the west there is a great heavenly king named Guangmu, who is also a great dragon king. He resides on the western side of Mount Sumeru, on the Silver Peak, in a city called Zhouluo. He is accompanied by countless hundreds of thousands of dragons as his retinue, who guard the west!"

The thunderous sound was like ripples sweeping across the universe, reaching every corner of the world and blowing into the Ganges River.
Within the Iron Enclosure Mountain, the eight great seas are boundless and vast, teeming with countless dragons and serpents!
The majestic Heavenly King stands tall, adorned with a jeweled crown, necklaces, and golden armor.

Holding a long spear in his left hand, he stood tall above Mount Sumeru;

Holding a red rope in his right hand, he nets the heavens!

Bodhi tree leaves transformed into emerald tiles, and the main trunk of the Dragon Flower became glazed tiles.
The branches grow horizontally, transforming into beams, pillars, and brackets;
The Crimson-Faced Heavenly King sat regally within, his divine radiance reflecting off the Azure Dragon!
"Whoo~"

Li Cunxiao let out a long breath, and the raging air pushed open a large fan-shaped blank space in front of him from the flowing clouds.

He opened his tightly closed eyes, and his amber-like pupils shone with a dazzling divine light.

Within the Niwan Palace, two 49-star divine palaces rise side by side.

Compared to the blurry arc-shaped outline above the Azure Dragon's head, the Bodhi Palace where the Crimson-Faced Heavenly King resides has already risen with three pavilions!
"The true master of Buddhism, is this already at the third level of the Divine Palace?"

Li Cunxiao was still reeling from the afterglow of his transformation into a deity. He easily crossed the threshold that ordinary martial artists struggled to reach, and surprisingly, he showed no surprise.

Having truly experienced the process of deducing divine skills, he realized that the reason why divine skills are above all other arts is because they have transcended the limits of what ordinary people can understand.

In the illusion he was conjuring, for a brief moment, he truly felt as if he had become the darling of heaven and earth, the ruler of billions of dragons.

If you're willing, plucking stars from the sky or cleaving open oceans is just a snap of your fingers.

Its power transcends everything, making people utterly intoxicated.

Is this the realm of a Grandmaster? Is this the divine and demonic body after the transformation and refining of the embryo?

No, even if it were both masters, I'm afraid they couldn't compare.
"The 'Western Guardian Dragon King with Wide-Eyed Eyes Sutra' is my first divine skill."

"My 'Supreme Secret Nana Heavenly Sutra Scroll' was originally taken from the Northern Heavenly Drum Thunder Sound of the Five Tathagatas, and later I also learned the martial arts of the Western Amitabha Tathagata lineage passed down by Master Qici."

"Therefore, it is reasonable that Prince Nezha, as the son of the Northern Heavenly King, was skilled at subduing dragons, moved to the West, established his own power, and became the Heavenly King who commands thousands of dragons."

In addition to the divine skill, the accompanying martial arts were also deduced, and something extraordinary seemed to have been born in his eyes as well.

But now is not a good time to check the harvest.

His Taoist robe had somehow come undone, revealing the jade-colored undulating lines within, as well as the crimson dragons coiling and roaming about.

The connection between the dragon boat spirit and Li Cunxiao is constantly deepening, which is why the latter can clearly "see" the scene in front of Qianyang Palace.

Hundreds and thousands of Buddha's palms covered the sun and sky, and the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva shed bloody tears, turning the area within a ten-mile radius into a sea of ​​blood.
In the sea of ​​blood, severed limbs and broken bodies rose up one after another, the stiff, purplish-red flesh resembling grotesque bamboo twisted by the icy hell, howling as it stretched its hands toward the sky.

This is the Daoist temple "South China Sea Purple Bamboo Forest" that Yang Ying, as a Grandmaster and a terrestrial immortal, possessed.

On the opposite side of this land of demons, Wen Zhongzi's aura appeared much weaker.

Under the erosion of the raging demonic flames, the small temple built of bricks and tiles was on the verge of collapse.

On the ancient plaque, the three characters "Temple of the Former Teacher" are faintly blurred, while the couplets on both sides struggle to shine under the impact of demonic power:

Its resounding voice and elegant tone serve as a model for all time.

After the death of Kong Wenxuan, the first patriarch of Confucianism, known as the Uncrowned King, the sage king of the time revered him and built the "Temple of the Former Teacher" to worship him.

Over thousands of years, temples dedicated to Confucius have spread throughout the land, revered by Confucian scholars. However, from the Zhou Dynasty to the present Qin Dynasty, Buddhism and Taoism have flourished, while Confucianism has declined, and its incense offerings have gradually thinned.

The "Taoist temple" of Wen Zhongzi is like a reflection of reality. In the dilapidated "Temple of the First Master", the Su King is in the center, with the Supreme Emperor of the Mysterious Origin and the Emperor of the Garan on the left and right respectively.

Flames roared, thunder roared:
"There have been many wise rulers and virtuous men throughout history, who enjoyed glory in their time but faded away after their deaths. The uncrowned king, a commoner, has reigned for over ten generations, and scholars revere him."

"Therefore, the strong and firm are followers of death, while the weak and yielding are followers of life. Thus, a strong army will be destroyed, a strong tree will be broken, the powerful should be in a lower position, and the weak should be in a higher position."

"Lord of the Sangharama, with the majestic spirit of the entire temple, we respectfully obey the Buddha's decree and offer our sincere devotion; we protect the city of the Dharma King, serving as its shield and protector, ensuring the eternal peace and tranquility of this sacred temple."

The dilapidated temple resembled a reef in a torrent. It seemed that Yang Ying had the upper hand, but with the help of the spirit of the artifact, Li Cunxiao could see that both of them were already at their limit.

Before Yang Ying became a demon, he was a grandmaster, but firstly, he was betrayed by Sima Fufeng and Yuwen Jian, and secondly, he was trapped for many years, and his original essence was almost dried up.

Wen Zhongzi was half-demon and half-human, and although his condition was somewhat better, the difference in their cultivation levels was still significant. If it weren't for the special nature of the fusion of the three religions, he would have been annihilated long ago.

"Young friend," Wen Zhongzi said, looking at Li Cunxiao behind the Guangmen Gate in the Temple of the First Master. His eyes held surprise, relief, and regret, but no remorse.

"As agreed, this 'Middle Way' will be handed over to you."

"What a pity, I won't see the day you attain enlightenment. A grandmaster who unites the three religions, what kind of world will this world be shaped in your hands?"

Upon hearing this, Li Cunxiao was startled, and saw that the Great Wall scroll, forged from words, had been turned into a book.

Having lost his means of protection, Wen Zhongzi instead roared to the sky. Amidst Yang Ying's frantic and terrified screams, he carried the Temple of the First Master through the air and landed squarely on the head of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin.

"A person of noble character will not seek to live at the expense of righteousness, but will be willing to sacrifice his life to achieve righteousness!"

"Young friend, let's get started!"

"As you wish," Li Cunxiao silently clasped his hands together, his fists forming a mudra, his pupils reflecting the dilapidated temple atop the Demon Buddha's head.

The secret realm trembled, a crimson dragon soared through the sky, and the four palaces disintegrated and reassembled, resembling a prison that tightly enveloped the two people in the Blood Sea Dojo.

The madness before death caused the malevolent energy to surge endlessly.

With deep respect for Wen Zhongzi, Li Cunxiao gripped the book tightly.

Within his mind, the two divine arts, "The Middle Way" and "The Ancient Scripture of the Supreme God of Heaven," resonated with each other, and a trace of the primordial primordial energy still stubbornly drove away the chaos outside the two Forty-Nine Divine Palaces.

"Only one more true master is needed to reside in Niwan. Senior, the unity of the three religions, I can do more than you can imagine!"

"Vajra, deduce!"

(End of this chapter)