All heavens, let's begin with the Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Power!

Chapter 157 Sweeping Across the Six Directions and Overturning the Eight Desolations!

"You lowly humans, you can't escape! Surrender now and open the great formation, or I'll devour you all once I'm inside!" Outside the Sword Washing Pavilion, the Kui Niu Demon King spewed white jets of air from his nostrils as he frantically attacked the great formation, creating a series of booming sounds.

Many grandmasters and elders were so shocked that they spat out blood and staggered backward, crashing into and destroying buildings in the mountains. The situation was extremely dangerous.

Jiang Zhiwei gritted her teeth. She had already broken through to the half-step of perfection, but it was still difficult to persevere in such an environment.

"kill!"

"Those who wield the sword would rather break than bend; there is only a broken sword, not a sword that surrenders!" From top to bottom, the elders and disciples of the Sword Washing Pavilion united as one, shouting in unison: death is acceptable, but the spirit of those who practice the sword must not be scattered.

Although Jian Ge has fewer members, it is much purer than the Zhenwu and Shaolin sects.

This is the charm of Kendo.

"I would have no regrets even if I died!" Jiang Zhiwei, who was usually calm, couldn't help but feel her blood boil.

"You're courting death!" The Kui Niu Demon King was furious and crazed, and for some reason, he had a vague sense of foreboding.

The next moment, his premonition came true.

The vast thunderclouds that had enveloped the Sword Washing Pavilion dissipated completely, and a golden light appeared on the horizon. Almost the instant he saw the other party, the Kui Niu Demon King's Dao Heart collapsed.

"How did the Demon Saint Spear end up in your hands?!"

The newcomer was Yang An. After killing the Demon King Tai Li, he turned around and came to the outside of the Sword Washing Pavilion, still holding the sealed Demon Saint Spear in his hand.

"I will use your sacred weapon to kill you, so that you will die knowing why!" Yang An's voice was cold and indifferent, killing not only the enemy but also their spirit. The Demon Saint Spear was sealed by him and had no power at all. Apart from its material, it was practically an ordinary weapon. But he still grabbed it and thrust it with all his might.

"Tai Li! Demon Saint!" The Kui Niu Demon King roared in grief and anger, and without hesitation wanted to explode his life essence. "My demon race has been defeated, and the human race will not have an easy time either. I will turn into a sea of ​​thunder and kill as many people as I can! I want everything to be destroyed, and we will all perish together!"

"ridiculous."

Yang An shook his head. What a pipe dream to think he could self-destruct in his hands! The Demon Saint Spear pierced through the Kui Niu's head in an instant, and the power of the God and Demon Seal poured out, sealing it firmly in an instant.

"Since you enjoy eating people, then I'll grant your wish. Your flesh and blood will be distributed among the common people of the world!" he said casually. Those who eat people will eventually be eaten.

Even if I don't eat beef, I now have a goal.

Kui Niu's eyes were wide open before he died, unable to believe that he had died under the Demon Saint's Spear.

"Thank you, Senior Yang An."

The Sword Washing Pavilion quickly released the restrictions, and the Kui Niu Demon King died. Jiang Zhiwei was filled with gratitude and thanked him repeatedly. Her master was in seclusion, breaking through to the Dharma Body. If the Sword Washing Pavilion hadn't been careful when facing the Demon King's attack, it would have been destroyed.

Fortunately, Senior Yang An was there. Jiang Zhiwei looked over and, whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that Yang An was even more handsome and dashing than the last time they met, almost inhumanly perfect.

Even with a heart as strong as hers, she couldn't help but jump, her face flushed, whether from the intense battle or from shyness, it was hard to tell.

"Perfect half-step?"

Yang An immediately discerned Jiang Zhiwei's level of cultivation. With a single glance from his Lord's Eye, he knew the choice she had made, and that she had missed the opportunity to ascend to the heavens in one step, as described in the original story.

"This is already a very good ending, isn't it?" Jiang Zhiwei gently stroked her hair, a smile on her face revealing her signature shallow pockmarks. No one died, and at most, only disciples of the Sword Washing Pavilion were seriously injured. She was actually quite relieved.

"That's not good enough."

Yang An shook his head and pointed with one finger.

Before the Lord, there is no regret.

Containing the sacred power of the sovereign's body, pure and majestic, it forcibly altered Jiang Zhiwei's foundation, and the Great Dao Tree also passed on the Seven Swords of Heaven-Slaying that it obtained.

"The Dao spreads throughout the world?!"

"Thank you, senior." Jiang Zhiwei's eyes were filled with surprise. Her love for swordsmanship was beyond words, and the Seven Swords of Heaven-Slaying were her dream ideal.

Unexpectedly, her master had not yet taught her "Severing the Dao to See Me", but now she had obtained "The Dao Spreads Throughout the Universe". You should know that in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, any move of the Seven Swords of Heaven-Slaying exceeds 100,000 merits.

In her excitement, she didn't even notice the changes in her own foundation. The blessings of the gods transformed her into a fully enlightened master who had returned to simplicity, knocking her down from the path of near perfection.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, nearly startling the people of the Sword Washing Pavilion, who almost thought it was the reappearance of the Kui Niu Demon King.

But what they saw was Jiang Zhiwei holding a long sword and going to meet her.

At the same moment, a sword light cleaved open the back mountain of the Sword Washing Pavilion, and countless lights and shadows appeared in all directions, including the shadow of Su Wuming. At this moment, they suddenly returned to 'one'.

The Supreme Dao Body is complete!

"Disciple and Master broke through to the next realm on the same day, which is quite a wonderful story."

Yang An watched this scene, nodded slightly, and then disappeared.

Outside the Shaolin Temple, the place was already deserted.

Luo Jiao Dushi Fawang appeared to be very shrewd. He received the news the moment Yang An killed Guldor and immediately fled.

Shaolin Temple itself is difficult for him to break through; he can only restrain it. There is also a relic of the patriarch in the temple, which, once activated, is comparable to half the combat power of a Dharma Body. The monk Kongwen has already used it, so the Dharma King Dushi simply cannot break through Shaolin Temple.

Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief. "They're finally gone."

This was far more dangerous than before. Forgive his disrespect towards the abbot, but the sense of security that the monk Kongwen gave him was nowhere near as strong as that of Senior Yang An. He feared that if Shaolin Temple were breached, he, a young monk who had entered the temple twice and wanted to return to secular life, would be doomed. Then he saw Yang An descend from the sky.

"Amitabha Buddha, greetings to His Majesty the Holy King."

The monk Kongwen quickly stepped forward, looking ashamed. “I was entangled by the Dharma King Dushi and had no time to attend to anything else. I only stayed at Shaolin Temple, which is really against the nature of monks to treat everyone equally.”

This old monk confronted his inner self, and indeed, there is still much to be done.

Anyone who saw Yang An carrying the Demon Saint Spear knew that he must have come after defeating the demon race, resolving the crisis in the Great Jin Dynasty, or even annihilating the Demon King.

"Instructor Luo can't escape."

Yang An remained calm. With his divine eye, he discerned the traces of the Dharma King's escape, which were almost indistinguishable from a large arrow pointing directly at him.

"Your Majesty the Holy King."

Xuan Bei stepped forward, and Meng Qi quickly followed, but he addressed him as "senior."

This surprised the monks of Shaolin Temple. Could it be that this little monk was related to the Holy King who unified the world and was the current emperor?

Yang An exchanged a few words with them, and then followed the trail of the Dharma King who had saved the world.

“Amitabha, so you mean Zhen Ding, you have the intention to return to secular life?” Monk Kong Wen put his hands together and looked at Meng Qi with some regret. “You have a karmic connection with Buddhism. I originally intended to keep you as the senior disciple of the temple and teach you the Tathagata Palm.”

Meng Qi failed to save the monk Kong Wen, but the things he mentioned to Xuan Bei were later learned by the monk Kong Wen, who valued them highly.

"Teach me the Tathagata Palm?!" Meng Qi almost had a change of heart.

But he quickly calmed down. If he hadn't used Senior Yang An's name to get away with leaving Shaolin, it wouldn't have been so easy. He entered the temple again to become a monk only to remind his master of the truth, not because he wanted to be a monk for life.

“I am grateful for the abbot’s high regard, but what I seek is still in this mortal world. Without peace, how can I speak of becoming a monk?”

"The Tathagata Palm technique is indeed powerful, but my Taoist scriptures are no less formidable."

Meng Qi clasped his hands in a deep fist salute. A scripture flashed through his mind—the 'Taoist Scripture.' He had just confessed to Senior Yang An that he was also an Earthling, and in the end, he shamelessly begged for it by trying to get close to him.

'From now on, I am a cultivator of the Secret Realm!' He was overjoyed. Dao Palace cultivators could explode mountains, which was far beyond the capabilities of ordinary cultivators.

A martial artist who has just entered the outer realm might even be crushed to death by natural disasters such as avalanches. However, once a martial artist cultivates the secret realm technique and his life spring is restored, his divine power will surge and he will be able to fly through the air, so such a tragic situation will never happen.

"That's fine then. It's not too late for you to become a monk when you've calmed down." Monk Kongwen nodded slightly, his tone full of profound meaning. Once you're connected to Buddhism, it's not so easy to get rid of it.

"Thank you for your kindness, Abbot."

Meng Qi was overjoyed and didn't think much about it at all.

He returned to the martial arts world once again, while preserving the legitimate martial arts of Shaolin Temple.

I just don't know if there's a possibility of him entering the temple a third time and becoming a monk again.

"King of Salvation, where do you think you can escape to now?" Yang An's figure flashed, and he blocked the way in front of the King of Salvation. His legendary characteristics were everywhere, and his Lord's Eye could see through cause and effect and time and space.

Although it is not quite the true other shore, where the will of Heaven can reverse cause and effect, it is more than enough to lock onto the Dharma body of a human immortal.

"My old mother has no life, my hometown is empty."

The Dharma King stopped in Jiangling, seemingly having gained some enlightenment, and then ruthlessly ignited the power of incense and faith among the city's believers.

“A futile struggle.” Yang An shook his head, as if a large hand had seized fate by the throat. The Dharma King of Salvation was lifted up by the neck, but his eyes did not move at all, and there was not a trace of fear.

"It was all my mother's arrangement!" He faced death with equanimity.

"Then it'll be her turn next time."

Yang An snapped his neck, and the Hell Furnace swallowed the Dharma King whole. As for the Luo Cult followers in Jiangling who were influenced by their faith, he erased all their information about the Luo Cult with a thought, replacing them with a radiant and glorious master.

Instead of letting Luo teach how to harvest leeks, let him do it.

Upholding humanity is the way of the Emperor; if one is obsessed with faith and only wishes to convert, then faith in the Lord is more than enough.

In terms of faith, the Luo religion and the Lord's religion are almost incomparable; one is like a grain of sand, while the other is a dazzling gem.

Rumble!
At this point, all nine manifestations of the rebellious grasslands, demons, and evil spirits perished.

All eight Dharma bodies were destroyed in a single day!
The sky in the real world seemed to feel it, the setting sun turning blood red as if lamenting its fate.

"One month from now, all Dharma bodies in the world, come to the capital to see me!"

Yang An left behind a sentence, which, through the characteristics of the legend, instantly made the Dharma bodies in the surrounding area aware of what this Holy King was going to do.

"Sweep across the six directions and cover the eight wastelands!"

"The unification of the world is a foregone conclusion!" Gao Lan's eyes shone brightly. "The Holy King Empire is about to be truly established!"

What he needs to do now is to accelerate the pace of unification and occupy all the grasslands!

January is the deadline His Majesty the Holy King has given them!
For most ordinary people, the joy was genuine. With the world about to be unified, would they finally be able to live a good life?

It's hard to say about other emperors, but this is the Human Emperor, who came to save the world and help the people!

(End of this chapter)