Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 486 Ancestor, save me!

Although Bodhidharma Pure Land was not particularly fond of these sword fanatics from the Ten Thousand Chariots Sword Sect, now that he had been enlightened by the World-Honored One Tathagata to become the incarnation of Amitabha Buddha, he figured they would give him some face.

Just as Xu Yunfan's figure was about to break into the boundary of the huge, invisible "Sword Sect Mountain Protection Array" that was based on the mountain and covered the entire isolated peak and its surrounding area, the moment came.

"Zheng!"

A clear and melodious sword cry, like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens, suddenly erupted from Xu Yunfan!
He was not attacking the terrifying phantom behind him.

Instead, while flying at top speed, he suddenly drew the Zhenwu Sword from the ancient scabbard at his waist with his right hand!
The sword was drawn from its sheath, its cold light gleaming!
Without any preparation, Xu Yunfan directly unleashed his most treasured sword technique, one that he was least willing to use.

It is not the True Martial Subduing Demon Sword Technique, but...

Pure Yang Three Styles!

This sword technique is completely different from the soaring evil aura of the "True Martial Subduing Demons Scripture".

It is simple, pure, and upright.

The sword techniques consist of only three moves: thrusting, parrying, and slashing, but the artistic conception they contain is profound and far-reaching, and can be described as extremely powerful and pure.

This was the foundation of his swordsmanship, which he had learned from his master, Daoist Bi Yuan, in the Dao Sect many years ago when he was still in the mortal martial arts world of the Divine Martial Realm.

It is a secret technique passed down from the lineage of Master Bi Yuan, and it is said to be a sword technique created by the Chunyang Patriarch Lü Zu, who was famous throughout the world a thousand years ago, when he was in the mortal world.

Although simple, it points directly to the essence of pure Yang.

At this moment, Xu Yunfan seemed to forget his identity as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the terrifying enemy behind him, and all other distracting thoughts.

All his strength and all his will were concentrated on the sword, merging into those three simple yet profoundly yang moves!
The first of the three styles of Chunyang, Burning the Sea.

The sword light flickered like the glow of the rising sun, majestic and awe-inspiring!
Second move: Dome Split.

The sword's momentum was like the blazing sun soaring through the sky, sweeping away the gloom and cleansing away all evil.

The third move, Demon Suppression, is a sword intent as enduring as an evergreen pine tree, its pure Yang sword energy sweeping across the eight wastelands, cleansing away all evil, and finally revealing the true meaning of annihilating demons!
As he unleashed his sword techniques, Xu Yunfan gave Sanzang a cold laugh.

This was his last resort. If he guessed wrong, everything would be over. He decisively used the Soul Exchange to sever the cause and effect of the main body and transferred his consciousness into the clone to start a new situation.

If you take the right path, then the world will be your oyster, and you'll finally have room to maneuver in all your endeavors.

Then, Xu Yunfan mustered all his strength and looked up to the sky, letting out a cry that pierced the clouds and split rocks, containing endless frustration and a sliver of hope between life and death.

"Master, save me!!!"

"Uh…"

Even though the seated, illusory Buddha's head and face were the manifestation of Amitabha Buddha's will, and his Daoist mind was already clear and unobstructed, upon witnessing Xu Yunfan's series of actions, an extremely incongruous and eerie expression appeared on his grand and solemn face...

distortion.

A demonic cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage, possessing demonic powers and a menacing aura, who had just shattered his Buddhist golden body.

At the last moment, when he was being hunted down by the highest authority in Buddhism and his life was hanging by a thread.

It was not a display of demonic powers or trickery, nor was it a plea for mercy or surrender.

Instead, he went to the gate of the Wancheng Sword Sect, the leading sect of Taoism, and performed a set of dances in a proper and respectful manner...

A pure and authentic mortal sword technique imbued with the true essence of Taoism?!
And he even shouted "Master, save me!" at the top of his lungs?!

absurd!

funny!

The big joke of slipping the world!

This is simply the biggest joke since the creation of the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm.

The emotional shock of that instant almost caused this supreme being to lose the solemn appearance formed by the will of descent. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and an indescribable sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.

He felt that the behavior of this seemingly insignificant cultivator was so unconventional and absurd that it was beyond the comprehension of common sense.

what is this?
A dying prank?
Or is it the desperation of trying anything when you're desperate?
"Stubborn and unyielding, he's courting death!"

A hint of anger finally crept into that grand, ethereal voice. He truly didn't want to watch this farcical spectacle any longer.

Indeed, those who cultivate the Pure Land Buddhist path are known for their thick skin, which surpasses even the most complex city walls, and can remain smiling even when criticized by thousands.

However, Xu Yunfan's move was truly shocking and unconventional.

The fact that a dignified demonic master would wield the Pure Yang Sword Technique in front of the Taoist sect's top mountain gate and desperately cry out for the patriarch's help is an absurd spectacle never before seen in history.

Suddenly, Sanzang felt ripples appearing in the void, and several waves of divine thoughts from all directions pierced through the clouds and mountains, mixed with astonishment and ridicule that felt like thorns in his back.

Those experts from various factions who were secretly observing were probably secretly laughing at themselves.

The holy monks of this Pure Land of Bodhi and Zen used methods that were far too cruel, forcing their opponents to the point of behaving incoherently and appearing as if they were insane.

This made Sanzang's face burn with embarrassment, and he decided to take down Xu Yunfan first, and then deal with him after returning to the Bodhi Pure Land.

In an instant, a giant, glass-colored Buddha palm quietly condensed from the void. Ignoring distance, it gently but irresistibly reached out to grab Xu Yunfan, who had just entered the boundary of the Wancheng Sword Sect's protective formation and whose figure appeared extremely small against the backdrop of the giant sword peak.

The power contained in this Buddha's palm completely surpassed that of the previous golden body, making it impossible for Xu Yunfan to resist.

Sanzang has pushed the power of Amitabha Buddha's incarnation to its limit, which would even attract the attention of a True Lord. Moreover, he has not broken the rules and is still at the level of a Foundation Establishment Great True Person.

It's just that the position is slightly out of bounds.

In the name of the Buddha, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Xu Yunfan felt a chill run down his spine; the shadow of death instantly loomed over him.

But he couldn't care less about that anymore.

The Pure Yang Three Forms have been completed, and the Patriarch's cry for help has been uttered.

He even closed his eyes, letting the glass Buddha's palm fall.

The moment it falls, it severs the cause and effect, and self-destructs its main body.

The phantom of Sanzang regained its composure, carrying a hint of indifference as if "the dust has finally settled," and prepared to capture and take it away.

However, just as the glass Buddha's palm was about to touch Xu Yunfan's back,

Mutations reborn!

boom! ! ! ! !
The entire world seemed to fall silent suddenly.

One light.

A sword energy.

A ray of light whose brilliance, purity, and power cannot be described in words.

Without warning, from the summit of the Wancheng Sword Sect's main peak, which stood straight as a sword and towered into the clouds.

From the towering peak where the sea of ​​clouds surged, the fierce winds howled, and it seemed to have stood for eternity, a sudden eruption occurred.
It wasn't shot out.

Instead, it exploded out of thin air.

Like the first ray of dawn breaking through the universe.

In an instant, it dispersed all the clouds covering the peak, making the sky for hundreds of miles around suddenly bright.

The brilliance of that light was enough to make the blazing sun pale in comparison.

Sword light.

Pure, ultimate, and supreme sword intent.

It is not a blindingly pale white, but rather contains an indescribable, ultimate form that seems to be condensed and sublimated from all the concepts of "sword" in the world.

It is glory, it is coldness, it is destruction, it is protection, it is the resolute act of severing all shackles.

(End of this chapter)