Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 459 Fight to the death
His heart moved slightly.

"If the master is willing to abandon the Pure Land of Bodhi."

With a slight flick of his sword tip, Xu Yunfan manipulated the Xuanming Seven Fiends Formation using the Guardian's magic token, thereby absorbing the Yin energy of the Styx River and automatically condensing it into a pitch-black lotus platform beneath his feet.

Furthermore, by using the method of the tortoise and snake intertwining to reverse yin and yang, the ultimate yin is transformed into ultimate yin, constantly surging one's own magical power, thus creating an inexhaustible momentum.

"The Yuanshi Sect has thirty-six grotto-heavens that can wash away the mark of Buddhism. With your cultivation of the True Martial Subduing Demon True Scripture, entering the Divine Martial Realm to seize the innate golden nature is nothing more than a piece of cake."

At this point, Xu Yunfan smiled and said, "With the Divine Martial Realm being such a high-level realm, it might be able to nurture two Golden Core Dao Fruits."

The muscles on the face of the Arhat Fulong twitched.

He knew perfectly well that this was the best option.

He should have been a disciple of the Primordial Sect three lifetimes ago.

However, in order to achieve quick results, he used the "Rebirth Pool" of Bodhi Pure Land to cleanse his soul, and now the "卍" Buddhist seal has been imprinted deep in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Even if one deserts now, as long as one's soul remains, one will still be guided back to the Pure Land after reincarnation.

This is something that will happen in several lifetimes.

There is absolutely no way to escape the Pure Land of Bodhi and Zen.

Although he practiced the True Martial Subduing Demons Scripture, he actually cultivated Pure Land Buddhism and became an Arhat under the command of the Bodhisattva Wonderful Truth.

In that moment of hesitation, Xu Yunfan's sword had already struck.

There was no dazzling sword light, only a thin, seemingly slow but actually fast black line streaking across the night sky.

Wherever the sword passed, the Arctic Demon-Slaying Sword Qi lingered in the sky, as if a wound had been cut open in the heavens.

The most bizarre thing was that the River Styx then surged with huge waves, and countless pale arms formed a giant hand that blotted out the sky, striking down at the Arhat in conjunction with the sword's momentum.

Only after mastering the basics of array formation could Xu Yunfan dare to use the sword formation in this way.

If it were any other cultivator of array formations, they might suffer a backlash if they were not careful.

"Black Tortoise Devouring Heaven Style!"

The Arhat Fulong roared and held the Vajra Pestle horizontally in front of his chest.

The image of a tortoise and snake instantly appeared on the pestle's body, but it was incomplete. Without the True Martial Sword to assist it, the power of this move was reduced to less than three-tenths.

The moment the pitch-black sword light collided with the Buddha's pestle, the seven relics embedded in the pestle's head shattered simultaneously, and within the bursting golden light, the illusory golden body of an Arhat could be vaguely seen wailing as it shattered.

Xu Yunfan's swordplay continued unabated, and the second sword strike followed immediately.

This time, the sword's edge drew upon the power of the Big Dipper, and seven beams of starlight coiled around the sword like chains.

The Arhat Fulong gritted his teeth and spat out his life essence blood. A miniature lotus platform appeared in the blood mist, which was the projection of the "Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus" under the seat of the Bodhisattva Miaodi.

The collision of the sword lotuses created a terrifying surge of spiritual energy, causing the surface of the Styx River within a radius of a hundred feet to sink by three feet, revealing a mountain of white bones piled up at the bottom of the river.

Xu Yunfan clicked his tongue, looking as if he thought you were something special.

"Your True Martial Subduing Demon Scripture is all show and no substance."

The Arhat Fulong's face was ashen and iron-like, with bulging veins on his bronze-colored skin, and he no longer resembled the Arhat he had just shown.

He could clearly feel that the True Martial Power flowing within Xu Yunfan's body was extremely pure, with every strand resonating with the power of the Big Dipper, far purer than the mixed Buddhist and Taoist energy he himself had cultivated for thirty years.

What alarmed him even more was the True Martial Sword in the opponent's hand; every sword move was precisely in accordance with the essence of the True Scripture.

The intertwining of the tortoise and the snake conceals the changes of the Heavenly Dipper, while the seven forms of the Big Dipper reveal the mysteries of the Earthly Fiends.

This clearly shows that he has comprehended the "True Martial Subduing Demon Scripture" to the point of "grasping its essence".

It's as if he was born to cultivate the True Martial Subduing Demon Scripture; he is truly a reincarnation of True Martial!
"The third sword will send you to your death!"

Xu Yunfan suddenly stepped out with a profound footwork, his body becoming one with the Zhenwu Sword.

As the sword passed, the complete constellation of Xuanwu appeared in the air, its tortoise head and snake tail forming a perfect Yin-Yang symbol. The Arhat Fulong's pupils constricted sharply, realizing with shock that this sword strike had stirred the celestial sphere.

Seven beams of light from the Big Dipper descended like pillars from the sky, intertwining with the sword energy to form an impenetrable black net.

Even more terrifying, the River Styx beneath their feet suddenly solidified, and thousands of pale arms formed chains that bound their feet.

There was absolutely no room for maneuver, neither in the sky nor on the ground!
At the critical moment, the Arhat suddenly broke the prayer beads around his neck.

One hundred and eight Bodhi seeds scattered and flew in all directions, each of them transforming into a miniature Arhat forming a mudra.

The resonance generated by these clones simultaneously reciting the Rebirth Mantra temporarily broke through the confinement.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Arhat Fulong crushed the jade talisman in his bosom, and a golden light descended from the heavens, enveloping his entire body.

"You want to use Buddhist methods to guide the golden light?"

Xu Yunfan sneered and changed his move, the Zhenwu Sword suddenly flying out of his hand.

The sword split into seven parts in mid-air, each part pinning down a location from Tian Shu to Yao Guang.

The guiding golden light was instantly distorted, and was actually shattered by the True Martial Sword Qi.

As the remaining golden light enveloped the Arhat Fulong and soared into the sky, the seventh sword light pierced through his chest, drawing out a trail of golden-red Arhat blood.

A clanging sound like metal striking metal echoed from below the city as the Arhat Fulong crashed heavily into the pile of bones on the banks of the River Styx, sending up a cloud of pale, bone fragments several feet high.

The Vajra body, which should have been shattered, stood up in a bizarre twist, and the bowl-sized penetrating wound on its chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Arhat raised his head and let out a roar that was not human. The dragon pattern on his neck suddenly detached from his skin and transformed into a three-zhang-long blood dragon in mid-air.

The beast opened its mouth and swallowed its master's mangled body, then soared into the sky amidst a cloud of blood mist, leaving a blinding golden trail in the morning light, before disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

Xu Yunfan did not pursue, but instead gazed thoughtfully at the whitening sky in the east.

This Arhat Fulong could not possibly be so weak. Although he appeared to be seriously injured, his essence was not actually damaged.

This scene was so contrived.

Xu Yunfan shook his head slightly.

Having been in the Yuanshi Sect for a long time, one can see through the essence of many things at a glance.

If I'm not mistaken, the other party must have called in three or five helpers, just waiting for me to go out so they could gang up on me.

The thin mist over the River Styx gradually dissipated, and those pale arms sank back to the bottom of the river.

As Xu Yunfan turned around, he quietly made a hand seal with his fingertips, and a wisp of divine sense followed the residual aura of the True Martial Sword.

Now that the other party has come to us, this game of vying for the source power of the Divine Martial Realm has only just begun.

In the struggle over the path of cultivation, Xu Yunfan would naturally not yield an inch.

Only by killing the other party could he find peace of mind.
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The golden rainbow that the Arhat Fulong transformed into swept across the River Styx for hundreds of miles before suddenly falling in front of a desolate cliff.

Two figures who had been waiting there immediately stepped forward to greet them.

"Senior Brother Fulong!"

The angry-looking Arhat, dressed in a crimson robe, spoke with a booming voice, his vajra trembling as he asked, "Have those traitors from the Yuanmo Sect caught up with us?"

Another elderly monk with white eyebrows and drooping shoulders gently stroked the jade bottle in his arms, the two characters "Cihang" on the bottle gleaming with a lustrous sheen.

"This old monk and my junior brother Chenmu have been setting up the Vajra Subduing Demon Circle here for a long time, just waiting for Xu Yunfan to walk into the trap."

The wound on the chest of the Arhat Fulong was still oozing golden blood. Hearing this, he sighed with some regret, "Junior Brothers Cihang and Chenmu, there's no need to wait any longer. That Xu Yunfan is as cunning as a fox; he hasn't even stepped out of Hanya Pass."

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(End of this chapter)