Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 69 The Hun Monk

The moon was high in the sky, its light reflecting off the stars.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly reappeared at Tianzhu Mountain, but not at the Sanzu Temple; he was alone at the foot of a mountain ridge.

Before me stood verdant peaks, and in the distance, a waterfall cascaded down like a raging torrent.

Below the mountain ridge, the forests are lush and the valleys are deep and secluded, quiet and serene, without a trace of human presence.

Where am I now?

Ren Shaoyang looked around and saw only dark green shadows of trees, and suddenly felt completely disoriented.

Just then, a shout came from ahead. Curious, Ren Shaoyang leaped up like a bird and disappeared from the spot in a few leaps.

Turning past a grove of trees, they found themselves at a teahouse. Not far away, two figures were locked in combat, fighting as they moved, heading straight towards them.

Ren Shaoyang glanced around and saw a man in a tall hat and long robe with a magnificent appearance, but his eyes were lifeless. During the fight, he would occasionally listen to something, and it turned out that he was blind.

The other person was an old monk in gray robes, with a scar on his face that looked like a blood-red earthworm, stretching from his nose to his mouth, making his face look distorted and extremely ugly, but his expression was kind and he resembled a Buddha.

Looking at the two men's appearances, Ren Shaoyang already had a vague guess in his mind.

That blind man in the tall hat and long robe should be Ning Bukong, the leader of the "Fire Department" in the West City. He can be said to be the protagonist Lu Jian's greatest enemy. He is ruthless, vicious, and quite cunning.

That ugly monk in gray robes was the same monk who had served Master Chong back then. It was under his guidance that Lu Jian learned the complete set of the thirty-two marks of a Buddha.

"If the two of them are locked in combat here, it means that Lu Jian has already entered the Tower of Heaven and is dealing with the hidden dangers of the 'Black Heaven Book' enslaving people, while also comprehending the ancestral master's image."

Ren Shaoyang thought to himself.

At the same time, Ning Bukong and Monk Hun were locked in a fierce battle when he suddenly realized that Ren Shaoyang was standing in the middle of the road like a wooden stake.

Ning Bukong frowned and shouted sharply, "Boy, are you looking for death?" He forced the monk back with a palm strike, then flicked his sleeve, sending a gust of wind shooting towards Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly felt a warm current brushing against his face. Before he could react, the cloak on his back burst into flames.

"You motherfucker, you dare burn the cloak that the little beggar sewed for me?"

Originally, they wanted to see the strength of the two, but Ning Bukong unexpectedly attacked them from behind and burned their cloaks.

Ren Shaoyang was furious. He swung his hand back and unleashed "Sword Cold." The flames on his cloak went out with a "poof," but the momentum didn't stop. The cloak suddenly froze and stabbed fiercely towards Ning Bukong.

Ning Bukong was engrossed in his fight with Monk Hun when suddenly he felt a darkness above his head. A dark shadow swept past, stirring up a gust of wind that stung his face. Startled, he quickly flew backward, flipped his palm to meet the shadow's attack, and their forces clashed.

With a "whoosh," a burst of fire erupted, only to be extinguished in an instant.

Ning Bukong felt an unparalleled force strike him, forcing him to retreat several steps before he shouted, "Who are you? How do you also possess the Great Vajra Divine Power?"

Although Monk Hun could not hear, he could sense Ren Shaoyang's strength, so he turned his head and stared at the newcomer closely.

The newcomer was a young man dressed in a white robe and a black cloak. His eyebrows were sharp and his appearance was handsome. His hands were hanging down under his sleeves, and his eyes looked over calmly, like autumn water flowing from a box, sharp and unstoppable.

With just one glance, Monk Hun was shocked, because from his figure, it was clear that he had mastered the Thirty-Two Aspects of the Divine Form, which was called "One Divine Form" or "One Form Born from One Form".

This level of skill is far beyond what Lu Jian has achieved.

How could this young man possess such profound Vajra Divine Power kung fu?
Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "My name is Ren Shaoyang, you can also call me Butcher."

As he spoke, he glanced at Monk Hun and smiled slightly: "As for the Great Vajra Divine Power, it was naturally passed down to me by Master Monk Yu."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Ning Bukong shouted. "There is only one successor in each generation of Vajra, and Lu Jian has already received the inheritance. Where did you come from?"

Ren Shaoyang sighed and strode forward: "Last time, Xingjue was like that too, so I killed him." Before he finished speaking, he threw a punch, "You too!"

"court death!"

Ning Bukong snorted angrily, clasped his hands together slightly, drew a semicircle, and then thrust them out.

With another hollow sound, the two men's fists and palms clashed in mid-air. The "Great Vajra Divine Power" and the "Circulating Fire Force" surged against each other, and with a "whoosh," flames burst forth.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "Martial arts? Magic trick? What amazing Zhouliu Eight Strengths!"

Ning Bukong shook his hand and snorted coldly: "Boy, you are so young, yet you have such cultivation of the Great Vajra Divine Power. Did you come here for the West City East Island dispute as well?"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head: "I don't have time." "No time?" Ning Bukong was taken aback, and after a long while, he said, "Could it be that you came here specifically to see me?"

"Of course, do you think I'm talking nonsense?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed loudly, pushed his palms horizontally, and two gusts of wind swept past.

Ning Bukong snorted coldly: "Madman!" He suddenly grabbed a handful of dry branches from a nearby tree and flicked them repeatedly, sending the branches flying like lightning.

A deafening roar filled the air as a rain of fire swirled and danced before them.

Just then, with a loud clang, a flash of blue light appeared, like a flying dragon soaring through the sky, suddenly appearing in front of Ning Bukong!
Ning Bukong was shocked: "What, what is this?" He quickly swung his palm and struck, and a loud clang was heard, like a light thunderclap.

The earth was shattered by the force of the two men, and dust billowed up in all directions, rolling like waves, creating a cacophony of dust.

Suddenly.

The blue light faded, and Ren Shaoyang appeared above Ning Bukong's head.

A long laugh rang out, sleeves fluttered, and fists and palms lashed out like a raging waterfall, falling straight towards the Lord of the Fire Department.

The sound of thumping continued, and Ning Bukong roared in anger as he was beaten, but he was helpless. His face turned pale, and he couldn't help but vomit blood as he retreated.

When Monk Hun saw Ren Shaoyang's set of boxing techniques, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in astonishment.

This fist technique is none other than Master Chong's "Sumeru Mad Zen".

When Monk Hun was framed by his enemies, he was saved by Master Chong, and thus entered the Buddhist order, becoming a servant. Therefore, he was extremely familiar with his master's "Sumeru Mad Zen".

Now, witnessing a martial arts technique unseen in the world for sixty years being displayed by this young man, and with exquisite skill, grandeur, and a wild and unrestrained spirit, deeply imbued with the elegance of the moon and the unconventional nature of "madness".

"Could this young man be the master's descendant from a previous generation?" Monk Hun couldn't help but let his mind wander.

At the same time, Ning Bukong gradually lost his strength, feeling wave after wave of force pouring down on him. He immediately wanted to retreat, so he shouted and pushed out his palm. He flew backward like an arrow and fled nine feet in an instant.

But before he could even take flight, a sharp clang was heard.

The ghostly blue light flickered once more.

Ning Bukong felt a chill in his chest, followed by excruciating pain that engulfed his entire body. A jet of blood shot out, scattering blood like rain all day.

It was at this moment that he realized that Ren Shaoyang had somehow gotten close to him.

He stood tall and imposing, his right hand raised horizontally, a ghostly blue blade slowly creeping back into his sleeve.

Ning Bukong's strength suddenly dissipated, and he collapsed backward, clutching his chest. He felt a deep sorrow, realizing that he hadn't even figured out when the other party had arrived or how they had attacked.

In fact, even though Monk Hun had been watching the whole battle from the sidelines, he still couldn't figure out how Ren Shaoyang had managed to sneak up on Ning Bukong's side in an instant.

It was just a fleeting moment, and there he was, standing there.

Then the famous Lord of the Western City Fire Department lay down on the ground.

"What a ruthless and unpredictable killing technique!"

The monk Hun looked at the young man before him and couldn't help but tremble.

Ning Bukong made a few "heh heh" sounds and looked at Ren Shaoyang: "You, what kind of kung fu is this? How can the successor of the Vajra Sect be so ruthless?"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow and smiled, "The Heart-Sacrificing Style, huh?" He thought for a moment and continued, "As for being ruthless? Haven't you heard of the Vajra's wrathful gaze? I'm just inheriting the style of Patriarch Jiuru."

"Heh~!" Ning Bukong chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Fine, fine," he said, but before he could finish, he twitched and then fell still.

A master of his generation, Lu Jian's greatest enemy, has passed away.

Ren Shaoyang waited for a while, then stepped forward and checked his neck. Finding that he was silent, he was relieved.

But when he turned around, he was suddenly stunned.

He saw that the monk was kneeling in front of him, and respectfully writing five characters on the ground with his finger.

"Welcome, young master!"

(End of this chapter)