Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 225 Yin Yang Zen Body
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Song Yan slowly adjusted his breathing, observing the faint, water-like light flowing in his ethereal sword pupils amidst the mist.

His entire attention was focused on the monk in front of him.

The method this person used to test Wang Ke's protective spiritual energy just now far exceeded the power that someone at the peak of Qi Refining could possess.

Foundation building?

Unlike the other party, who has already revealed his aura, he is indeed only at the Qi Refining stage.

This is how the same thing?

Despite his doubts, Song Yan did not hesitate at all in his actions.

Three flying swords were unleashed, and the Ring Moon Sword Formation quickly took shape.

The Crying Moon Flying Sword is perfectly capable of serving as the core of the formation, thus freeing up the natal flying sword Unmoored Boat, which can be taken over by Sword Crow at any time while Song Yan manipulates the sword formation.

With a single stroke of the sword, the unmoored boat pierces the sun like a white rainbow.

Yuanzhen looked at Song Yan's face and was slightly surprised. How could someone who was only at the Qi Refining stage move freely in this illusionary fog array?

But soon, a surge of anger welled up within him, and he gradually became enraged: "You Qi Refining junior from Chu, you'll die too!"

The demonic flames in front of him condensed into three skulls the size of embroidered balls, which spun forward.

Song Yan was puzzled, thinking to himself, "Aren't you just a Qi Refining stage cultivator?"
The green snake sword energy suddenly flowed from his sleeves and condensed on the blade of the unmoored boat.

A beam of light, black and white, stretched across the sky.

hum-

The sword energy, like splashed ink, was unleashed by the unmoored boat!
A fierce wind swept through the thick fog.

In an instant, the skeletal demonic flames were extinguished, and the sword light, still lingering, slashed towards Yuanzhen.

At the same time, the Moon Ring Sword Formation had already started to move.

Yuanzhen was startled and seemed to sense the danger, his body swaying backward.

A black and white phantom was seen flying backward.

Yuanzhen's figure was slashed by the sword light, and like a shattered bubble, it dissipated into the thick fog.

Song Yan coldly gazed into the distance. The black and white phantom was shrouded in mist, and as its spiritual light dissipated, it transformed into the appearance of Yuanzhen.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Song Yan, his eyes filled with deep surprise.

The sword strike just now seemed ordinary, but when it was unleashed, it was as if one could glimpse the myriad phenomena of the world in a fleeting moment, and the sword's momentum was endless.

The power of this sword strike was already astonishing enough, but it was not enough to trigger his sense of life-or-death danger.

What truly frightened him was the strange offensive formed by the three flying swords.

"Flying swords forming an array?"

Yuanzhen was somewhat puzzled.

He was quite knowledgeable about formations, and just by glancing at the movements of the sword formation, he sensed that its power was far more complex than it appeared on the surface.

However, at this moment, there was no time for him to think.

The strange occurrence here must have been noticed by many cultivators, and perhaps some Foundation Establishment cultivators are already on their way.

This illusionary formation won't last long either.

Although the disciple of Guigu did not succeed, the main purpose of this trip, the relic of supernatural power, was obtained.

If we continue to entangle ourselves in this, things might change.

“Hehe,” Yuanzhen suddenly clasped his hands together, his smile sinister: “It seems this humble monk underestimated the cultivators of Chu.”

"Now that this matter is settled, Benefactor Song and Benefactor Wang, we shall meet again."

His robe billowed as he gave Song Yan a deep look before slowly disappearing into the thick fog.

At almost the same time, the thick fog in the valley slowly dissipated.

Yuanzhen has disappeared.

Song Yan frowned deeply.

This person did not intend to take away or forcibly kill Wang Ke, but said that the matter was over. So what was his goal?

The crowd surged toward the center of the arena, and Song Yan said to Xiao Ju and Xiao He who had arrived, "Keep an eye on Wang Ke."

Ling Yunyi then used his full movement technique to leave the valley.

Yuanzhen felt something was really strange about him. He had originally thought that the other party's target was Wang Ke, and that he wanted to kill him and steal his treasure, but now it seemed that it might not be that simple.

Being targeted by such a strange person is a very uncomfortable feeling.

Especially since this person is from the Central Region.

By observing the movement of the Void Sword Eye, one could faintly see some spiritual energy surging in the air that had not yet dissipated.

They belong to the circle of truth.

Strangely, beneath the Observing Void Sword Eyes, there was another stream of tainted spiritual energy that did not belong to Yuanzhen, yet was extremely similar.

As they get closer, the tracks become clearer and clearer.

A strong wind howled through the mountains, and the pines rustled like furious waves.

Song Yan's Lingyun Yi slowly stopped circulating and halted its progress.

Staring.

At the mountaintop, two "Yuanzhen" statues stand facing each other.

One of them wore a gray-white monk's robe, had a compassionate face, but his eyes were full of malice.

The other was shrouded in dark demonic energy, with empty eyes, resembling a puppet.

To his surprise, Wu Huaguo was also there.

He was merely imprisoned within a restriction by that demonic cultivator known as "Yuanzhen." Although he was still alive, he was unable to move or make a sound.

"Could it be that this person's target is her?"

The simultaneous appearance of two perfect scenes was indeed beyond Song Yan's comprehension.

But it didn't matter; there were countless strange and unusual cultivation techniques in the cultivation world that he didn't know about.

They simply assumed it was some kind of demonic technique that could be cultivated to create a clone similar to those of the Demonic Sect.

What truly posed a danger to him was that this "Yuanzhen," shrouded in demonic energy, possessed a profound spiritual power far exceeding that of a Qi Refining cultivator.

With his piercing gaze, he could discern the true nature of both.

Although the body was imposing, its movements were stiff, and the flow of demonic energy was often sluggish, indicating that it was incomplete.

That perfected Qi Refining Yuanzhen is the true form.

I've never heard of a clone having a higher cultivation level than the original body.

Sensing Song Yan's arrival, Yuanzhen's true form slowly turned his gaze and landed on him.

A sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Ninth level of Qi Refining, yet you dare to come alone. I admire your courage, Benefactor Song."

“Very well.” He put his hands together and said, “This humble monk is rebuilding his Buddhist power and is in dire need of spiritual resources. Benefactor Song, please lend me a hand.”

Before he finished speaking, the demonic cultivator "Yuanzhen," whose entire body was filled with demonic energy, suddenly took a step forward. His pressure, far exceeding that of the Qi Refining Realm, poured down like a tidal wave, causing rocks to crumble and vegetation to break.

Song Yan's body sank slightly, but he did not retreat even half a step.

When the Xuan Yuan Sect came to question me in the past, I, at the first level of Qi Refining, had already felt the pressure from three late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Looking back on that time, it truly felt like my life hung by a thread, and I didn't know whether I would live or die.

Although the opponent's aura was far inferior to that of before, it was still far beyond that of a Qi Refining stage cultivator.

Such terrifying power, such overwhelming aura.

But it did not frighten or intimidate him.

His heart pounded, and he felt his natal flying sword buzzing beneath the Zhendao Sword Mansion.

Song Yan was not an impulsive person who acted rashly.

On the contrary, at this moment, his mind was clear and free of distractions. Yuanzhen's cultivation was at the peak of Qi Refining, and he was fully capable of handling the situation.

Although that demonic clone possessed spiritual power far exceeding that of the Qi Refining realm, it was sluggish in its movements and seemed incomplete.

If one uses the Pure Heaven Great Illumination Dharma Body to deal with it, and relies on the technique's ability to restrain demonic forces, it might be able to withstand some of the attacks.

If I just need to exert all my strength to quickly kill Yuanzhen, this demonic clone puppet will surely collapse on its own.

All thoughts were formed in an instant.

Almost simultaneously, the Crying Moon Flying Sword suddenly plunged into the ground, and several wind and thunder sword shadows flowed out from the sword box, falling all around the Crying Moon Flying Sword.

Song Yan had been constantly researching the Ring Moon Sword Formation. Since the sword shadows could temporarily replace flying swords to form a Spirit Gathering Sword Formation, they could naturally also replace flying swords and strengthen the Ring Moon Sword Formation.

Although the time is shorter and the sword energy is consumed more, the power of the sword formation will be stronger.

Ji Linjun and Lian Li wielded their swords like fish swimming in water, heading straight for Yuan Zhen.

From the pressure exerted by Yuanzhen's demonic clone to Song Yan's intervention and the formation of the sword array, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

In ancient times, everyone knew that sword cultivators possessed combat power far exceeding that of their peers, but no one knew the source of this power.

If we talk about sword intent or one's natal flying sword, in the eyes of others, it's nothing more than a better magic weapon or magic treasure.

Undeniably, a sword cultivator's outstanding combat power is closely related to the strength of their natal flying sword; however, the natal flying sword is not the key factor.

Or rather, it's not the natal flying sword itself, but the influence it brings on sword cultivators.

The natal flying sword, born from the heart's pursuit of the Dao and the will to wield the sword, actually represents a sword cultivator's way of the sword.

During cultivation, it allows sword cultivators to focus more and bring their cultivation talents to their fullest potential.

When fighting with others, it allows sword cultivators to cast aside all distractions and distractions, achieving a state of mental clarity.

By focusing on one point, one can reach the pinnacle.

This is precisely why many sword cultivators in ancient times possessed combat power surpassing that of cultivators of the same level, and even "defied their superiors" to defeat enemies of higher levels.

Yuanzhen's expression changed slightly. He had not expected that this minor Qi Refining cultivator would still dare to counterattack in the face of the power of his Zen Body.

However, Yuanzhen was by no means an ordinary person.

He used to be a cultivator at the Desire Realm, similar to the Foundation Establishment Realm in Taoism. However, he was stripped of his cultivation and expelled from Jingye Temple for secretly practicing demonic arts.

Now, relying on demonic arts to rebuild his cultivation, although he has not yet fully recovered, his ability to handle combat situations is still unmatched by ordinary Qi Refining cultivators.

He stretched out his hand, and a dozen or so Buddhist prayer beads slowly appeared in front of him.

His whole body shone with golden light, and faint Sanskrit mantras appeared and disappeared within the golden light.

The dozen or so Buddhist beads transformed into a dozen or so golden talismans, weakening the attacks of the two flying swords one by one.

At the same time, a sunken wooden alms bowl emerged from the golden light and was offered forward.

It precisely blocked the black and white sword light of the unmoored boat from reaching its target.

"Benefactor Song's swordsmanship is quite impressive; even back in the Central Region, I have never seen anything like it," Yuanzhen said with a hint of sarcasm.

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Song Yan adjusted his breathing, doing his best to fill the sword formation with sword energy.

"Heh, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating your own strength."

Yuanzhen smiled faintly.

At this moment, the body of the Zen Demon, shrouded in black energy, had already reached him.

The demon's five fingers spread wide, and raging demonic flames condensed in its palm, forming a slowly rotating "卍" demonic seal, which suddenly pressed down on Song Yan.

Yuanzhen chuckled softly as he looked at the other person's still unmoved expression, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Good."

A string of Buddhist prayer beads in her hand, each bead rolling.

He murmured the sutras about Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's rebirth in the Pure Land.

But the next moment.

Suddenly, a sharp sword cry rose from the ground beside my ear.

Yuanzhen opened her eyes, looking at the scene with some confusion, a sudden tremor running through her heart.

A huge, pitch-black hand reached out from behind Song Yan, overhead, and its five thick fingers plunged deep into the demonic energy, grabbing the demonic seal!

The palm was as black as ink, and between the fingers, mysterious golden patterns faintly shimmered with golden light.

With a flash of golden light, the demonic seal shattered with a bang.

Yuanzhen stared in disbelief at Song Yan's back, where the tall, white jade skeleton was looking down at Yuanzhen's demonic clone.

The demonic seal shattered, and the boundless demonic flames, like rivers flowing into the sea, were completely devoured by the white skeletal body, gradually transforming into pitch-black flesh and skin that spread and grew on its right arm.

"you……"

Looking at the Dharma body behind Song Yan, Yuanzhen was almost speechless.

Jingye Temple is just a small temple in the Central Region, but it has a very long history and its library contains many secret scriptures.

Among these are some secret texts brought back by Buddhist predecessors after suppressing and killing demonic cultivators.

They would usually destroy a few key points of demonic cultivation techniques and then compile them into a book for disciples to learn about demonic cultivation methods.

Yuanzhen considered himself exceptionally talented. Based solely on a general outline with key points removed, he independently deduced a cultivation method for creating demonic clones, which he called Yin Yang Zen Body.

That is why his cultivation was abolished and he was expelled from the Zen temple.

Even so, he never regretted it, because he had tasted the power of this demonic clone!
but……

He was still trying to process what was happening before his eyes.

How could this Dharma body possess such pure demonic power?!
He cultivated his Zen Body for many years, and his demonic clone devoured the essence, blood and souls of countless cultivators before finally reaching a level far beyond Qi Refining, which can be considered half a step into Foundation Establishment.

The instant that dark hand crushed the demonic seal, he clearly felt an overbearing aura that completely surpassed his own demonic power.

It felt as if the other party was the real "demon," while I was just a mortal struggling on the edge of the abyss.

Wu Huaguo was trapped in a corner by demonic energy, and her mind was completely filled with doubt and disbelief, instead of the initial panic and regret.

Fellow Daoist Song...

When did you start practicing demonic arts?
Moreover, its power was terrifying.

Yuanzhen's emotions were in complete disarray.

Even after his cultivation was stripped by the sect leader, he always considered himself a Buddhist practitioner who had reached the realm of desire.

Not to mention that his Zen body allows him to dominate the Qi Refining Realm, his solid foundation in both Buddhist and demonic cultivation, which allows him to be considered invincible below the Foundation Establishment Realm, is enough to make him a formidable opponent.

Moreover, this is just the State of Chu, a small, remote border state.

However, the moment his proud "Zen body" was suppressed, all his advantages seemed to vanish into nothingness.

We can no longer rely on it.

Although the situation appears to be evenly matched at present, a seed of fear has already been planted in Yuanzhen's heart.

Subsequently, it quickly took root and sprouted, spreading and growing like wild grass.

Yuanzhen was in a daze, and Song Yan was equally surprised.

He was well aware of the Great Bright Dharma Body's ability to suppress certain demonic cultivators, but such immediate suppression still exceeded his expectations.

In the instant Yuanzhen was stunned, Song Yan's eyes narrowed.

Beneath the Zhendao Sword Mansion, sword energy surged wildly, converging towards the solitary moon on the Crying Moon Flying Sword.

"Gah——"

A crow's caw echoed throughout.

Song Yan looked indifferently at Yuanzhenxu, where a solitary moon hung high in the sky.

"The moon sets."

(End of this chapter)