The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 123 Resisting the Enemy, Dreamlike Empty Flowers

A powerful aura filled the sky.

Hong Yuan's figure soared upwards, graceful as a dragon, his vast and mighty aura like a celestial river pouring down, enveloping all of Sanhui of the Vajra Temple.

Amidst the raging wind, Huiming's monk robes fluttered wildly, and his eyelids twitched incessantly.

In an instant, the opponent killed the Pure Dharma King, shattering his heart with a single claw. In the blink of an eye, he clashed with the All-Illuminating Venerable Envoy, the Precious Life Dharma King, and the Hundred Poison Corpse Puppet, forcing them all to retreat.

His quick reflexes and composure in the face of the enemy make his martial arts skills truly astonishing.

Instead of joining forces with several top experts of the Red Lotus Sect, they actually attacked them.

The actions of this Wan Jie Dao Ren are far too arrogant.

Even a grandmaster wouldn't dare to underestimate them.

Huiming's expression changed, and he responded quickly. With a sharp shout, his internal energy surged, and his wide monk's robe was filled with energy, like a steel balloon.

Its face and skin glowed, and its appearance was solemn and dignified. A faint halo appeared behind it, like the aura of a sacred immortal or Buddha, which was extremely divine.

Without a word, at Huiming's shout, Huitong and Huizhi swiftly rushed to his side, stood on either side, formed hand seals, and prepared to strike.

The three, who had been fellow disciples for decades, though their cultivation methods differed, were ultimately of the same origin. In this instant, they became perfectly integrated, their energy merging, as if a massive mountain had risen from the ground, capable of withstanding all natural disasters and calamities.

What awaited them was neither natural disaster nor geological calamity, but rather the air!
"This is interesting!"

With a soft laugh, Sanhui looked up and saw that the figure of Wanjie Daoren had disappeared, yet he seemed to be everywhere. His powerful aura was so real that it filled every corner, and no one could avoid it.

The energy transformed into a fierce wind that shattered everything, blowing down and turning the newly emerged 'giant mountain' into dust, as if it had been eroded and weathered for millions of years.

How can it be?

Huiming was the first to be affected, and his mind was greatly impacted and shocked.

He could clearly sense that what the other party was using was 'internal strength' rather than 'extraordinary power' cultivated through true skill. But how could such abundant internal strength be cultivated by such a powerful physique?

A grandmaster of alchemy and medicine?

But there has never been a great master of alchemy like the Daoist of Ten Thousand Tribulations in the world!

Huiming sensed the fluctuation of his thoughts and quickly recited incantations to dispel negative emotions. Then he saw a hand reaching down.

The hand was fair and slender, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, and it barely made a sound, so it had little intimidating power.

Having witnessed the tragic state of the Pure Dharma King, Huiming dared not be careless. His body shone brightly, he took root in the ground, and his hands formed a fist seal!
A powerful punch pierced through the air.

As soon as he moved, Hui Tong and Hui Zhi were also drawn into action. The two shouted in unison. One of them moved his palm with lightning speed, the force of which roared and was fierce and unparalleled. The other's palm was as heavy as a mountain. While attacking, he also reserved defensive power.

The next moment, several palms collided in mid-air. After a brief pause, the force exploded, followed by a shower of rubble and dust.

Huiming, Huizhi, and Huitong staggered, managing to withstand the attack, but their expressions all darkened.

The three of them attacked at the same time, but they were defeated by one person in just one move.
The tightly connected energy was also broken, and Hong Yuan seized the opportunity in that instant. In a flash, he was already in front of Hui Ming.

Huiming was startled. A sound like thunder and lightning rang out, and a punch as swift as lightning slammed towards Hong Yuan's face.

He cultivated the highest secret true skill of the Vajra Temple, the "Great Sun Vajra Body". This skill focuses on cultivating the "spleen" and "bone marrow", which can maximize the potential of the human body and closely combine the cultivated supernatural power with the physical body. Once the skill is mastered, every move he makes will have the strength of a thousand pounds, and splitting stone tablets and shattering metal will be commonplace.

It can even be like a body of qi, impervious to ordinary swords and blades.

This punch had no other remarkable features, but it was fast and fierce. Hong Yuan did not dodge, but clenched his fist and threw out the same punch.

Swish!
They struck later but arrived first, fist to fist.

Huiming's punches were fierce, domineering, and ruthless, but Hongyuan was even more tyrannical. His punches were also unconventional, using the Vajra Palm as a punch, full of powerful force.

The two fists collided like lightning and raging waves in an instant. Without the slightest stalemate, they immediately erupted with a series of bone-crackling sounds, as dense as popping beans.

Huiming's face was contorted in pain. He felt as if his fist had struck a falling meteorite. The intense pain surged through him, and his massive fist was still swelling with blood, his flesh bursting open.

The released energy traveled up his arm, causing Huiming to stumble backward involuntarily. He knew in his heart that his hand was now useless, and his face paled in horror.

Such powerful strength is truly unprecedented in my life.

"Senior brother!" Hui Tong roared, taking advantage of the moment when Hong Yuan had severely injured Hui Ming, he rushed forward and unleashed the Mount Sumeru Palm.

Rumble!
With palms raised high, a surge of energy erupted. He had abandoned defense and was desperately drawing upon the strange power within his body, unleashing a mountain-like and overwhelming attack.

Hong Yuan spread his five fingers, his fingertips spitting out force. If Hui Tong's palm was as strong as a mountain, then between his fingers and claws it was as if there was a dense, net-like cutting force that could tear the peak apart.

The tiger's ferocity splits the mountain!
After Hong Yuan mastered the Six Void Forces and reached the unprecedented fourth level of force transformation, the various subtle-level force techniques he had practiced were also improving every moment.

The secret techniques of the Subduing Tiger Sect had been lost, but this "Tiger Fiend Mountain-Splitting Force" was derived by him from the "Subduing Tiger Force".

Even if the original version were reproduced, it would be impossible to reach his current level of skill, unless the Dragon Tiger Ancestor also pushed the power transformation to the fourth level.

But this possibility is almost nonexistent.

After all, Hong Yuan was able to do it because he had cheat codes!

Hui Tong felt a surge of energy before his eyes, followed by a muffled groan as if cloth had been torn apart, and he felt a slight pain in his throat.

Hui Tong's eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation, because Hui Zhi had quietly moved behind Hong Yuan and silently struck his back with a palm.

Huizhi, the head of the Good Court, had a sinister look in his eyes. He had seen the Pure Dharma King suddenly attack the Myriad Tribulations Daoist, but a powerful force suddenly arose behind him, as dense as needles, causing the Pure Dharma King to suffer the consequences of his own actions.

Therefore, the palm strike aimed at the back of the opponent was a feint. Just before it touched the clothes, the hand suddenly slashed, using the hand as a blade, and struck Hong Yuan's neck with lightning speed.

Bang!
Hui Zhi was initially delighted, but then his face showed astonishment. He felt as if the palm strike had not landed on flesh, but rather on a clump of cotton or flowing water. As soon as his force landed, it was quickly dispersed and slid away.

A counterforce was also generated, causing him to pause and then retreat.

Hui Tong's hope froze, followed by a slight pain in his throat that spread deep into his bones. Then he felt a hand press against his scalp.

"the second!"

The indifferent words reached his ears, and suddenly the world spun around him. Huitong opened his eyes wide and saw a headless corpse standing upright, which looked quite familiar.

Hong Yuan gripped Hui Tong's head with his five fingers, twisted his neck, and used the force-dissipating method from the 'Flowing Clouds Without Fixed Force' to deflect Hui Zhi's palm strike. How many force techniques did he know?

Leaving aside the ordinary methods, there are at least seventeen or eighteen kinds of subtle-level power techniques alone, if not twenty. They can be used at will in battle, and their uses are truly endless, making them impossible to defend against.

Unfortunately, although the Six Void Forces are compatible with various forces, at this stage only one force can be used at a time. However, Hong Yuan is already comprehending the 'Eight Forces in One'. With his comprehension, it is believed that it will not be long before he will be able to unleash two or three different forces in a single strike.

At that time, the ferocity and mystery of the force will be no less than that of supernatural forces, and may even surpass it.

With a thought flashing through his mind, Hong Yuan suddenly threw the hand holding Hui Tong's head in one direction.

boom!
The Hundred Poison Corpse Puppet, transformed from Song Yinglong, was about to pounce again when it was struck in the face by this head, instantly shattering like a watermelon, its face covered in colorful brain matter.

The Hundred Poison Corpse Puppet was also knocked back and flew into the ruins.

"Junior Brother Huitong!"

Ignoring his injured hand, Huiming and Huizhi steadied themselves and saw Huitong's miserable state, their eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

"You scoundrel! Our Vajra Temple will never forgive you!"

"A fight to the death?" Hong Yuan smiled slightly, looking at Hui Ming and Hui Zhi, whose faces were filled with hatred and whose eyes were about to burst. "It's better not to say such things, lest I really fight you to the death later and you won't be happy about it."

Hong Yuan felt no guilt about killing Hui Tong, after all, Hui Tong was no good either, and if he didn't use some killing methods to obtain the true skills of the Vajra Temple, the other party would think he was a pushover.

As for whether he would stubbornly refuse to reveal anything, even at the cost of his life, Hong Yuan didn't care; he accepted this kind of tough guy.

What's more...

Hong Yuan lightly clenched his fist, and strands of energy within his palm were drawn into his body. This was the true power he had absorbed during his fight with San Hui.

Different forces are much more complex than physical strength techniques, and are extremely difficult to decipher, but they are not impossible.

However, when Hong Yuan looked at the Envoy of Illumination, the figure of the other party was sparse, as if hidden in the thick mist. This person was too slippery, and Hong Yuan could not absorb his power.

The Venerable Envoy of Bianzhao was also looking at Hong Yuan. His fingers, hidden in his sleeves, moved, and water-like patterns appeared in the air, as if mirrors were being created, reflecting Hong Yuan's image.

The envoy's eyes were like mirrors, his expression indifferent, as he stared intently at Hong Yuan, his brows furrowed.

He used a secret method to observe Hong Yuan's actions, which greatly shocked him. This man had fought against him, the Red Lotus Sect, the Vajra Temple, and others in a short time, and all of them used force.

Force is inherently inferior to external force, so when external force is unleashed, it can shake the qi and blood of a martial artist who has mastered force, making it difficult for them to condense their force.

By refining elixirs and taking medicine, one can increase their own qi and blood, thus gaining enough strength to resist external forces.

The Venerable Envoy of Universal Illumination shared the same view as Huiming: this Daoist of Ten Thousand Tribulations was a grandmaster of alchemy, whose physique and vitality were already astonishing.

What's most terrifying is that the opponent used seven different kinds of force in succession with each breath, all of which were at the microscopic level, and this was something that Venerable Envoy Bianzhao could see.

This is terrible.

With the physique and qi and blood of a Grandmaster of alchemy, plus the superposition of multiple subtle-level strengths, no one can predict his methods in battle, which is enough to raise the level of terror to a whole new level.

If the 'Eye of Nirvana' had not fallen into the hands of the other party, Venerable Envoy Bianzhao would never have wanted to provoke such an enemy.

The Venerable Bianzhao turned to look at Huiming. The two exchanged a glance, neither speaking, yet both understood each other's meaning.

Ding Ding!

The bells jingled, and Honglian, with her alluring figure, slowly stepped forward. In this round of exchanges, she was the only one who had not truly made a move.

Honglian's eyes were like water, and her gaze towards Hong Yuan was full of seductive charm: "Brother Wanjie is so majestic, making my heart pound. I wish I could give myself to you."

Her voice was soft and gentle, charming and melodious, making people feel pity for her involuntarily. As she spoke, a fragrance like orchids and musk spread through the air.

The fragrance was unlike any other in the world; it had a captivating and mesmerizing quality. Hong Yuan felt the scene before him suddenly dim, followed by a burst of light, and he found himself in a completely new world.

A hundred flowers bloom in vibrant colors, exotic flowers and fruits abound, and the air is filled with fragrance. The melodious sounds of bells and chimes resound in the sky, and in an instant, the heavens seem to split open.

The Heavenly Gate shone with divine light, and amidst the endless radiance, a celestial maiden of unparalleled beauty descended to earth, dancing around Hong Yuan!

'【Empty Flower Painting Skin Gang】?' Hong Yuan's gaze was calm, as if he were looking at the dancing celestial maiden, or as if he were staring at the void in front of him, his spiritual sense sensing this strange change.

From the beginning, he felt that the Gang Body cultivated by this Red Lotus was very different from the internal and external Gang he knew before, and now this idea has been confirmed.

Immediately, Hong Yuan stomped his foot, and in an instant, this fantastic and magnificent fairyland trembled. The whole world seemed to fade, and the celestial maidens let out sharp screams. Their smooth, colorful clothes fell into the mud, and their flesh and blood turned into skeletons, from which maggots sprouted.

Hong Yuan suddenly spun around, his palms creating afterimages. With a loud bang, the illusions exploded, blocking Hui Ming's attack from the Envoy of Illumination, which had come out of nowhere. One of his palms struck Hui Ming's chest with incredible speed.

Huiming spat out blood and crashed into the ruins. With his other hand, he spread his fingers wide, and strands of energy gathered into a net, enveloping the Venerable Envoy Bianzhao.

scoff!

The clothes of the Venerable Envoy were torn and his body was covered in bloody gashes. He groaned and ripples spread before his eyes, spreading towards Hong Yuan.

With a crisp 'crack', a layer of mirror shattered, and the Venerable Envoy vanished once more.

"Retreat!" In a flash, he disappeared.

On the other side, Honglian screamed, suppressing pain in her throat, blood and tears welling in her eyes, and said in disbelief, "How is this possible? How could my divine magic be broken so easily?"

"Everyone else is fine, but you have to die here..."

Hong Yuan didn't chase after the Envoy of Illumination. Instead, he darted towards Hong Lian.

Honglian felt a great threat. Ignoring her shock, she flipped her wrist and was about to shake the bell again.

With a 'hiss', a sharp pain shot through his wrist, a line of blood spread out, and half of his fair arm fell to the ground. Before it hit the ground, the bell had already landed in Hong Yuan's palm.

Before Honglian could even feel the excruciating pain, a large hand reached for her face. Honglian pulled away and retreated rapidly, but no matter how she dodged, the hand followed her like a shadow, and a sharp aura lingered around it.

Red Lotus let out a sharp screech, her face rippling like water. Hong Yuan felt a strange fluctuation distorting his vision and perception, but this time he suppressed it with a thought and then unleashed the power of his claws.

scoff!

With a soft sound like tearing cloth, the Six Void Force transformed into countless fine blades. As soon as they touched Honglian's face, her skin immediately peeled off inch by inch, revealing a pale, distorted face covered with many mysterious patterns and stitches.

(End of this chapter)