People are in reality, transcending the other side

Chapter 609 If this person were in the Cicada Heart Sect

The transmission of true words and martial arts is very complex. The most famous are the Taoist Nine-Character Mantra and the Buddhist Six-Character Mantra.

Even some Taoist priests and monks meditate and chant scriptures. Their silent recitation also vibrates their muscles and bones, harmonizes their essence, energy, and spirit, and makes their inner and outer selves clear and free from worldly impurities, which can nourish their health, prolong their lives, and extend their lifespan.

Even some ordinary people, at times, can feel physically and mentally refreshed by reciting some excellent articles, savoring their meaning and reflecting on them.

The Confucian idea of ​​cultivating one's character through reading embodies this principle.

They can be said to have arrived at the same goal through different paths.

In his earlier years, Li Qi focused solely on practicing his sword skills and didn't get distracted by anything else, so he didn't delve into these kinds of things.

But in the past month or so, he has traveled across mountains and rivers, comprehended the great Dao, experienced the mortal world, severed evil karma, and at the same time sorted out what he had seen and learned, constantly refining and evolving.

From fish-dragons to flood dragons and then to hidden dragons, he has seen countless martial arts from various schools and sects, as well as many talented people. His accumulated knowledge and creations are unfathomable.

Thus, this move, the True Word Attack, came about!

If he had faced two peak half-saints at a different time, this move would have had no effect. But at this moment, by using Belial as a blade to suppress with absolute power and then striking with mantras, it produced a miraculous effect.

For experts like them, even a momentary loss of control over their body is enough to determine life or death.

After all, that's tantamount to being undefended and not resisting.

In the real world, all masters are strong in attack but weak in defense. In front of Li Qi, even a saint would be in great danger if he did not defend himself or fight back, and there was a possibility that he would be killed.

After all, even a saint would die if his neck were severed and his brain shattered.

Compared to their destructive power, their vitality is relatively fragile, making them veritable glass cannons.

However, any true master can hide their weaknesses and only show their strengths.

Tear!

Accompanied by a sound like a knife cutting through cowhide—both difficult and somewhat smooth—Liu Sheng Futu and Jie Wuya felt their perspective suddenly rise. Almost simultaneously, they realized that their necks had been severed, and blood gushed out, rushing towards their heads.

The circulation of their qi and blood at this moment was terrifying, and the power of their blood was also incredibly powerful, directly pushing their heads up to a height of more than ten meters.

Even so, they did not lose consciousness immediately. They witnessed the neck of Belurian being torn apart after killing the two of them, and thus they died.

Three top experts ganged up on one person, but it ended in such a way that neither of them expected it, nor did anyone who witnessed the battle.

The three masters, due to their immense vitality, remained conscious at this moment and were even able to communicate telepathically.

However, none of them spoke up at this time; there was only deep silence.

Even with their mental fortitude, they felt a profound sense of defeat at this moment. As for the fear of death, if they were afraid of dying, they wouldn't have reached this level of cultivation. At this moment, besides defeat, all they felt was the willingness to accept defeat.

If one doesn't even possess this kind of openness, then one is unworthy of being a peak semi-saint.

Cultivation begins with cultivating the mind; killing is for seeking the Way. Since one cannot obtain what one seeks, then so be it; death is death.

"One person, fighting against three, killing three peak-level half-saints, is this really human...?"

In every corner of the world, at this moment, countless people are murmuring to themselves.

At this moment, the three great masters were all severed from their bodies and heads, their blood staining the earth red. Amidst the ruins, however, the Daoist Master remained untouched by dust, his wooden mask appearing even more ancient and majestic to onlookers. This was the power forged with the lives of three legendary masters!
Three peak-level half-saints, all of whom had the potential to become saints, died here in the blink of an eye.

Charon was not even in the same league as these three.

At the same time, countless people trembled with fear, especially the people of Dongdao. For them, Liusheng Futu was like a faith. He was a sword saint, and many believed that he would be the first saint born in Dongdao, ushering in a new era for Dongdao.

But even such a key figure, in full view of everyone, joined forces with others, yet was no match for the Dao Venerable and was easily killed.

Although Li Qi did not kill the enemy in one move this time, to onlookers it was indeed an easy kill. The whole thing was so quick and swift, it was like a blink of an eye, and the outcome was decided. It was no different from an instant kill.

As for the danger during the fight, look at Li Qi—his clothes weren't torn, his hair wasn't messy, and he wasn't even covered in dust. Is that what you call danger?!

For the people of Kyushu, the psychological impact of Jie Wuyai being so easily killed was enormous. After all, he was once the number one martial arts champion in the world, unparalleled and shining brightly. His name had been in textbooks for thirty years, witnessing the growth of several generations.

Even when the other party is famous throughout the world, the Daoist Master will probably still be ten years under the age of negative, and will not be born for another ten years.

At this moment, many people, in a daze, felt as if they had witnessed a turning point in history.

"Even the combined strength of three peak-level half-saints was insufficient to defeat them..."

By the river, Yao Qingwen looked at the screen on his phone and murmured to himself.

Recalling the look the Daoist Master gave her, she realized that she had overestimated him as much as possible, but she had underestimated him.

"Who is truly behind the Daoist Master's mask...?"

Uncontrollably, this thought arose in her mind.

"Uncle-Master, Uncle-Master, some incredible news! The Dao Venerable has reappeared and killed three peak Half-Saints..."

Inside the Cicada Heart Sect, Shi Huang'er ran away while holding her phone, shouting as she went.

The reason for this is that Xin Tianzheng rarely uses mobile phones. Even when old friends contact him, they call the Chanxin Sect's landline and then notify him. It's not that he rejects high technology; he simply has no interest in it.

"Daoist Master..."

"This person is truly like a god or Buddha..."

"Is this the prelude to a great calamity...?"

"I wonder who's behind this mask, it's too incredible!"

"Ugh!"

"Even in the future, Zen Mind will not know where it will go amidst the calamities..."

Xin Tianzheng hadn't seen his phone yet, but upon hearing the news, he sensed that what Shi Huang'er said was true.

He was amazed, curious, and bewildered by this.

"If only my Cicada Heart Sect could have someone like that to lead it in the future..."

(End of this chapter)