Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

With that thought in mind, he turned off the system notifications, sat cross-legged, and faced the sky.

In my mind, the thirty-six diagrams of the Northern Darkness Divine Art reappeared.

The details of how each vortex is generated in the Qi Sea are as clear as if they were branded.

At the same time, the vast and magnificent operational path of the "Dragon Elephant Nirvana Sutra," which combines power and the true meaning of birth and death, slowly unfolds.

This is an extremely complex process that requires a thorough understanding of the essence of these two martial arts techniques and finding the perfect point of convergence between them.

Chen Mo's talent—his extraordinary comprehension—was pushed to its limit at this moment.

The two techniques were constantly being deduced, collided, disassembled, and reassembled in his mind.

Time passed, I don't know how much.

Chen Mo was completely absorbed in it, forgetting himself and the world around him.

A faint glow emanated from the surface of his body.

Its aura is sometimes as heavy and solid as the earth, and sometimes it seems to transform into an invisible vortex, drawing in the spiritual energy of the surrounding world.

Suddenly, his body trembled almost imperceptibly.

Behind it, a magnificent and strange phenomenon of dragons and elephants intertwined suddenly appeared.

But this time, it was completely different from the past!

"Moo—!!"

"hold head high--!!"

In a daze, it seemed as if a soul-stirring dragon's roar and an elephant's bellow, powerful enough to shake the earth, came from ancient times!

The giant elephant raised its trunk proudly, and the dragon opened its huge mouth, both of them greedily devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around them!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowed like rivers into the sea, forming a visible misty current that surged wildly into the illusory image.

Through some mysterious connection, the feedback was directly transmitted to Chen Mo's body.

Unlike the "Northern Darkness Divine Art," it did not create an inward-devouring vortex within the body's four seas.

Instead, he took a different approach, using the Dao and intent he had devoured to enhance his own martial arts phenomenon—the Dragon Elephant Phantom!

Using extraordinary phenomena as a medium, we absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

Using the dragon and elephant as a furnace, we refine the essence of all things!

This method preserves the purity and stability of the foundation of the "Dragon Elephant Nirvana Sutra" while perfectly integrating the "all rivers flow into the sea" characteristic of the Northern Darkness.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth that he devoured, after being ground by the power of the dragon and elephant and tempered by the true meaning of Nirvana, transformed into the purest Nirvana True Energy, which continuously flowed into his limbs and bones.

At this moment, his cultivation speed was dozens of times faster than when he simply meditated and practiced Qi!

It's progressing by leaps and bounds!

Chen Mo kept his eyes closed, but a joyful smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

The simulation was successful!

Chapter 34 Duan Yu: Surrounded While Trying to Break Up a Fight? This is Too Difficult!

Wuliang Mountain, in front of Jianhu Palace.

The atmosphere in the square was tense.

Zuo Zimu, the leader of the Eastern Branch of the Wuliang Sword Sect, is currently facing off against Sikong Xuan, the leader of the Shennong Gang, and his gang members.

Dozens of disciples were lying on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of blood, indicating that a great battle had taken place.

"Zuo Zimu!"

A thin, elderly man wielding a hoe roared, "You have one hour to cut off your right hand, break your weapons, and leave Wuliang Mountain Sword Lake Palace!"

"otherwise……"

"The Wuliang Sword Sect will be wiped out, not a single one will be spared!"

This thin old man is Sikong Xuan, the leader of the Shennong Gang. He was controlled by the Tianshan Child Granny using the Life and Death Talisman.

In order to investigate the matter of the Boundless Jade Disc, Tianshan Tonglao issued an order to the Shennong Gang, commanding Sikong Xuan to lead his troops to attack and occupy Jianhu Palace.

"Humph!"

Zuo Zimu snorted coldly, his face darkening: "Sikong Xuan, your Shennong Gang is going too far!"

"Do you really think my Wuliang Sword Sect is easy to mess with?"

Just as the second wave of the melee was about to break out, an anxious voice suddenly broke through.

"Stop! All of you stop! Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

A handsome young scholar dressed in brocade robes ran straight into the middle of the two groups of people.

He spread his arms wide, looking anxious as he tried to stop him.

The sudden shout, with a touch of inappropriate naivety, stunned both sides who were filled with murderous intent, causing them to involuntarily stop what they were doing.

Zuo Zimu frowned as he examined the scholar's expensive brocade robes.

He sheathed his sword, stepped forward, and bowed, saying, "I am Zuo Zimu from the Wuliang Sword Sect. May I ask who you are, young master?"

Sikong Xuan on the other side also narrowed his eyes, and was surprised to see that this scholar had an extraordinary demeanor.

He stepped forward as well, "Young master, this is a feud between my Shennong Gang and the Wuliang Sword Sect. Why are you interfering in our affairs?"

The scholar in brocade robes breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that both sides had stopped fighting.

He quickly cupped his hands and said, "My name is Duan Yu, just a scholar."

"I had heard that Wuliang Mountain was a beautiful place, so I came here to enjoy the scenery and cultivate my mind."

"Who knew that while we were strolling around, we would see you all here, swords drawn, fighting each other endlessly. This is truly against the natural order."

He cleared his throat as he spoke, "As the saying goes, it's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. What grudges can't be resolved by sitting down and talking calmly?"

"Fighting and killing only increase casualties and is by no means the solution!"

These words were spoken in a refined and scholarly style, full of the idealism of a Confucian scholar.

After listening, Zuo Zimu and Sikong Xuan exchanged another glance, both of them seeing a hint of astonishment in each other's eyes.

Holy crap, where did this idiot come from?!

A mere scholar?

Without strength, you're nothing in this cutthroat world of martial arts!

I thought this kid was someone important, but it turns out he's just a bookworm who's gone stupid!

"Damn it, he's just a piece of trash!"

Zuo Zimu cursed inwardly, his face revealing a murderous glint.

Sikong Xuan also sneered, "Kid, you have a road to heaven but you choose not to take it, and you insist on barging into the gates of hell!"

"Since you're courting death, don't blame us!"

"Kill him!"

He gave a stern order, fearing that the scholar's rambling would delay his important business.

Upon hearing this, the two Shennong Gang disciples behind him leaped up and grinned as they approached the unarmed Duan Yu.

Duan Yu was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he retreated repeatedly, "You, you... don't come any closer!"

Just as the two disciples were about to strike the panicked Duan Yu with their medicine hoes, he realized that they were about to strike him.

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Just then, two pebbles, seemingly out of nowhere, shot out with a sharp whooshing sound and struck the wrists of the two disciples with perfect accuracy.

"Ouch!"

"my hand!"

The two disciples felt a sharp pain in their wrists, and the medicine hoes fell from their hands with a clang.

The sudden turn of events startled everyone in the square, who all looked up, trying to find the person who had shot the stone.

On the roof of one side of Jianhu Palace, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old was standing.

She was dressed in a blue robe, her smile as bright as a flower, her large eyes extremely lively, with a hint of cunning in them.

Zuo Zimu felt a surge of irritation and cursed inwardly, "What the hell is going on today?"

"We just had a pedantic scholar with a screw loose, and now this young, blonde girl has popped up?!"

He suppressed his anger and shouted at the roof, "Little girl, who are you to interfere in our affairs?!"

The girl in the green dress put her hands on her hips and answered crisply, "Who am I?"

"Hmph, this young lady is none other than Zhong Ling, and I do not change my name or surname!"

"I just happened to be passing by. Seeing so many of you bullying an unarmed scholar is utterly shameless!"

As she spoke, she moved with the lightness of a swallow, leaping down from the roof and landing steadily beside Duan Yu.

Duan Yu was terrified, but seeing such a beautiful and charming girl descend from the sky was like seeing a fairy descend to earth.

He immediately put on a lecherous face, hurriedly straightened his clothes, and bowed deeply to Zhong Ling, "Thank you so much for saving my life, young lady!"

"I am Duan Yu. May I ask your name, young lady?"

Seeing his dazed look, Zhong Ling found it quite amusing and giggled, "Didn't I say my name is Zhong Ling!"

"You, even at a time like this, still have so much politeness."

Surrounded by swords and spears, the two chatted away, completely ignoring the menacing crowd around them.

Zuo Zimu and Sikong Xuan were so angry they were practically fuming.

This is blatant contempt, truly intolerable!

These two arrogant fools, what's the difference between their actions and shitting on their own heads?!

"This is outrageous!"