Xingtian?

As he fell, Asuro roared and unleashed his fists and feet, attacking Xu Qi'an frantically.

Thud thud thud. Fists, elbows, knees, and other body parts transformed into the sharpest weapons, striking Xu Qi'an, who had lost his Vajra Divine Skill, causing multiple fractures and splattering blood and flesh.

But soon, Asura's power began to decline. His breathing was normal, but every time he used his energy to attack, he would experience severe chest pain, weakness in his limbs, and dizziness.

The Qi that was originally flowing smoothly in the meridians now puts a huge burden on the body.

"How was it? The Demon-Sealing Nails tasted good, didn't they?"

Xu Qi'an spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered:

"The heart is the most important of the five internal organs. Without it, how can your Asura Essence Blood circulate?"

He laughed wildly and slammed his headbutt into Asuro's forehead, making him see stars and his eyes roll back.

When a warrior is fighting, the circulation of his Essence Blood depends entirely on his heart. When the heart stops pumping blood, the brain will lack oxygen, blood circulation will stagnate, and the limbs will become weak.

Xu Qi'an was well aware of the hardships involved. The extraordinary vitality of a martial artist meant he would not die, but the pain was constant.

Fortunately, when he was in the Spirit Refining Realm, he honed his Primordial Spirit to an extremely strong level, and his willpower was firm, so he was not broken by the torment of pain.

Every extraordinary martial artist possesses terrifying resilience.

Taking a deep breath, the penetrating wound in his chest and the injuries all over his body quickly healed. Xu Qi'an launched a counterattack, using his fists, feet, elbows, and knees, turning the hard parts of his body into weapons. He retaliated in the same way that Asuluo had attacked him.

Bang bang bang.

Amidst the crisp, firecracker-like explosions, blood splattered continuously from Asuro's body.

The youngest son of the Asura King had bloodshot eyes and roared like a wild beast, struggling desperately but unable to reverse the tide.

On the other side, Sun Xuanji lightly landed on the top of the tower. A circular array lit up beneath his feet, pulling down layer by layer. The twelve circular arrays divided the pagoda into twelve equal parts.

Immediately afterwards, the upper six arrays rotated clockwise, while the lower six arrays rotated counterclockwise.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The golden Buddhist runes covering the outer layer of the sealing tower shattered one by one. This was not violent destruction, but a more sophisticated method of breaking the formation, fundamentally disintegrating the Buddhist runes that formed the sealing formation.

The monks watching from afar were all stunned and bewildered as they observed this scene. Just like before, they did not understand this unpredictable and extraordinary battle.

These two foreign thieves managed to force Venerable Asura to awaken his bloodline power; their achievement, though a death, was a glorious one.

Indeed, this was the case. Faced with Venerable Asura, who had activated his bloodline power, the Vajra, whose true strength was unknown, was repeatedly defeated and fled in panic.

The Warlock high in the sky only dared to cautiously squirm and fire their sniper shots.

However, after Venerable Asura stormed onto the fortress, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. The unknown foreign thief Vajra turned the tables and beat Venerable Asura to a pulp.

Moreover, this was not a matter of luck; they could clearly sense that Venerable Asura's aura was rapidly declining.

"Form ranks, form an array."

The old monk's lips trembled as he roared in a Western Regions language:

"Quickly form an array to help Venerable Asura slay the external enemies and protect the stupa."

"Court death!"

Xu Qi'an kicked off Asuluo's chest with both feet, and at the same time swung out the Taiping Blade.

Whoosh~

The Taiping Blade whistled away, transforming into a streak of dark golden light like a swimming fish, nimbly weaving and crisscrossing among the monks.

Wherever it passed, Zen masters fell one after another, some with their heads flying off, some with their upper and lower bodies separated, and some with their knees severed.

Only a few fourth-rank Zen masters, at crucial moments, can use their Zen skills to protect themselves with Buddha's light and block the cutting of the blade.

In the past, the Taiping Blade's performance was as mediocre as its name suggests, even somewhat lackluster, but that doesn't mean it wasn't strong.

The main problem is that the enemy its master faces is too powerful, making it difficult for its small, broken knife, which has only recently developed sentience, to play a decisive role.

However, nurtured by the dragon's aura during this period, its sharpness has become even more formidable.

It has gradually grown and can play a significant role in the extraordinary realm.

Dealing with this group of Zen masters right now is like cutting melons and vegetables, it's more like slicing tofu.

"Form ranks on the spot!"

An old monk roared.

The Zen masters immediately responded by having several or even a dozen people sit cross-legged on the spot, forming a Zen formation.

As expected, it blocked the invincible divine weapon, making it difficult for it to break through the layers of protective golden light. However, this also rendered the monks powerless to assist Asura and prevent Sun Xuanji from breaking the formation.

Amidst the cracking of breaking beams and the clattering of scattering bricks, the sealed tower finally gave way and collapsed.

Sun Xuanji used this opportunity to see the scene inside the tower clearly.

In the center of the first level, there is an octagonal base cast in gold, and on the base is a lotus pedestal cast in gold.

Both the base and the lotus were covered with dense Buddhist inscriptions, which were part of the sealing formation. But now, these Buddhist School have become dull and lifeless, just plain inscriptions, and no longer possess any divine power.

On the lotus platform, there lay lithe and long legs, with smooth muscle curves.

It was sealed here for five hundred years, yet it showed no signs of withering or decaying; it remained as vibrant as a living person's legs.

The Tower of Seals has three levels, and many Zen masters sit cross-legged on each level.

As the stupa collapsed, these meditation masters remained seated and fell one after another. Even as they fell from the sky, they remained seated, without waking up or resisting.

Sun Xuanji opened the sachet and aimed it at those legs.

The sachet swirled with fragrant air, easily engulfing his legs. Then, he glanced at the Zen masters, who were slumped over like statues, hesitated for a moment, and abandoned his idea of killing them all.

Before the two sides clashed, these Zen masters were innocent people in Brother Sun's eyes.

He couldn't bring himself to kill innocent people.

Even if one day in the future these Zen masters become his enemies, that's a matter for the future. When that time comes, he won't hesitate to kill them.

"Good!"

Sun Xuanji let out a succinct roar, and a burst of clear light rose beneath his feet, teleporting him back to the cannon platform.

The cannon flashed a clear light, then vanished into the deep night sky.

Seeing this, Xu Qi'an did not hesitate, decisively abandoning his combo attack on Asura, and stared at the Floating Pagoda rising into the air, shouting:

Peace!

The Taiping Blade whistled back, allowing its master to step onto its spine, and the man and the blade flew away through the air.

It wasn't that Xu Qi'an was merciful; Asura's aura plummeted after being hit by a Demon-Sealing Nail, but that didn't mean the youngest son of the Asura King was crippled. He was still a Transcendent Realm cultivator.

The warrior is notoriously difficult to kill, and since the divine remains have already been taken, there's no need to linger here any longer; delay could lead to unforeseen complications.

After a fierce battle, Nanfa Temple was in a state of disarray. The damage was mainly concentrated in the west courtyard. The rest of the temple was largely unaffected, except for the one strike by Xu Qi'an that pierced through most of the temple.

Asura sits cross-legged in a square devoid of any good bricks, with a stupa collapsed into ruins in the background.

His skin was no longer jet black, but it was no longer the dark gold unique to Vajra. The fire ring behind his head had gone out, and at this moment he looked more like an ordinary monk.

At most, he's just ugly-handsome.

The dark gold nails lay silently in front of him.

Venerable Asura certainly possesses the Secret Method to unlock the Demon-Sealing Nails and has the power to do so.

Fortunately, it was only a single demon-sealing nail that entered his body. Although it damaged his strength, it didn't turn him into a cripple, and he still had the strength to remove it himself.

If all nine Demon-Sealing Nails were driven into his body, he would have no choice but to return to Aranya and seek help from the Bodhisattvas and Arhats.

An old monk led a dozen or so disciples into the west courtyard. The disciples stopped where they were, and the old monk slowly stepped forward, pressing his palms together in prayer.

"Venerable Asura, the demonic monk's limbs have been taken; what should we do?"

The old monk, with his wrinkled face and emaciated body, was Master Pan Nian, the abbot of Nanfa Temple.

He is 109 years old.

In the eyes of ordinary Buddhist School disciples today, those who are highly respected are mostly of the "Pan" generation, and the generation before that is the "Du" generation. Monks of the "Du" generation have either achieved extraordinary accomplishments or have long since turned to dust.

Those who are powerful in the extraordinary realm cannot be described simply as having high moral character and prestige.

"I will inform the Bodhisattva Guangxian."

Asura sat cross-legged, neither joyful nor sorrowful.

The presiding monk nodded, and said in a hoarse, aged voice:

"Should we send disciples to search for and capture the Demon Race within the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

The Buddhist School has been operating in the Southern Frontier for many years. It has a strong army and many experts, making it far more powerful than the Demon Race. Otherwise, it would not be able to rule the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Asuro shook his head:

"Order all cities to stockpile grain and medicine, reinforce city walls, and cut down trees to clear roads."

The host was startled:

"You mean..."

Each of these orders was intended for times of famine and war. The Hundred Thousand Mountains are rich in resources, inexhaustible, and there is no problem of famine.

There is only one answer.

Asura's expression was solemn, and he maintained the gesture of pressing his palms together.

"The Southern Demons have endured for five hundred years, secretly accumulating power, and the time has come for them to make a comeback. I will contact Aranya about this matter."

"The Hundred Thousand Mountains have been Buddhist School the Buddhist territory, and that will never change. This time, we will utterly shatter the Southern Demon's destiny."

The host exhaled and asked the question that still troubled him:

Who was the King Kong you just fought?

Asura countered, "Who else could be a transcendent martial artist of the Great Feng who cultivates the Vajra Divine Skill and has connections with the Bureau of Astronomy?"

As the host contemplated the matter, a name popped into his mind— Xu Qi'an!

"It's him."

The presiding monk, with a complex expression, said with deep sorrow:

"This child has grown to such an extent; failing to accept him into the Buddhist School is a missed fortuitous opportunity, a missed fortuitous opportunity of immense magnitude."

The tone was a mixture of hatred and regret.

Inside the valley, a campfire roared.

Miao Youfang, along with Protectors Hongying, Qingmu, and Baiyuan, and more than a dozen members of the Demon Race clan, drank and danced to celebrate the successful conclusion of their mission.

"The gunpowder of the Great Feng truly lives up to its reputation; the explosions were exhilarating."

A horse demon thumped his chest, exclaiming excitedly, "I wish I could wipe out all the people of the Western Regions and rescue my fellow tribesmen from their dire straits!"

Protector Hongying quickly raised her glass. "The successful completion of this operation is largely thanks to Xu Yinluo and Hero Miao. Let us raise a glass to our distinguished guests who have traveled from afar."

With just a few words, Miao Youfang was thrust into the center of the stage, becoming the focus of all the demons' attention.

Hearing the repeated calls of "Master Miao," Miao Youfang was already intoxicated, even before he was drunk.

"You flatter me!"

Miao Youfang cupped his hands and said loudly:

"It is the duty of us Central Plains people to help those in need. Although you are all Demon Race, you are warm-hearted and straightforward, and in my eyes, you are far more worthy of friendship than most humans."

"I, Miao, would like to offer you all a toast."

As he tilted his head back to drink, he glanced at several busty, slender-waisted, and beautiful succubi.

I wonder if the Demon Race is open-minded about love and sex? I risked my life to drop explosives all over the city, so it shouldn't be too much for them to arrange for a few female demons to serve me in bed, right? It's really good to follow Xu Yinluo. Miao Youfang's mind wandered.

At that moment, he noticed the white ape protector not far away, its clear blue eyes fixed intently on him.

Not good!!

Miao Youfang felt a chill run down his spine, his adrenaline surging. If he let this monkey demon reveal his true thoughts, then he would become the next Li Lingsu.

When the time comes, all we can do is leave the Hundred Thousand Mountains in tears.

At this critical moment, Protector Hongying dropped her wine bowl, pounced on Protector Yuan, knocked him down, and covered his thick lips tightly with both hands.

Don't spoil the fun!

The Red-Tasseled Protector warned.

The white ape guardian looked at him stubbornly and shook his head slightly.

His abilities have exceeded the fourth rank, and cannot be controlled at will.

Seeing this, Protector Aoki silently picked up his vine staff.

The white ape guardian glanced at the staff and nodded silently.

Only then did the Red-Tasseled Protector release her grip.

The White Ape Protector tore off a corner of his robe to cover his eyes and turned his back to the crowd.

In this way, he could still hear the thoughts of everyone present, but he could no longer distinguish whose thoughts those thoughts belonged to.

Miao Youfang breathed a sigh of relief, gripped the hand of the Red-Tassel Protector tightly, and said True Intention:

"Red Tassel Protector, a friend for life."

Inside the grotto.

After taking the pill given by Sun Xuanji and adjusting his breathing, Xu Qi'an's aura returned to its peak.

"Asuro is too terrifying; he's not someone a third-rank official can handle."

Xu Qi'an said with lingering fear.

"It's good that Xu Lang is alright."

Ye Ji served tea and water, her face full of concern. After Xu Qi'an finished drinking the water, she said:

"This remaining part of Master Shenshu's limb can help Xu Lang remove two more Demon-Sealing Nails. That way, you'll only have one Demon-Sealing Nail left."

"Congratulations, congratulations." Bai Ji raised her two little paws and cupped her hands in a gesture of respect.

Upon hearing this, Sun Xuanji nodded slightly.

"Very"

Ye Ji looked at him with a smile, waiting and waiting, but nothing came of it. She looked back at her lover with a bit of confusion.

At this moment, Sun Xuanji said:

"Good!"

Shen Hao Ye Ji looked at Xu Qi'an expectantly, and suddenly understood why he had asked the White Ape Protector to speak on behalf of Sun Xuan Ji.

You'll get used to it.

Xu Qi'an transmitted a message and looked at Sun Xuanji: "Senior Brother Sun, release Shen Shu's severed limbs."

Sun Xuanji took off the sachet hanging from her waist, untied it, and gently poured it out.

Snap!

Both legs fell out.

Xu Qi'an examined the legs with their smooth muscle lines, then turned to look at Fuxiang:

"No remnant soul?"

He did not sense any fluctuations of his Primordial Spirit within those thighs.

Yoru explained:

"Sealed for five hundred years, the master is in slumber and can only be awakened with his Essence Blood. Not much, just a drop will suffice. But I don't need your Essence Blood, Xu Lang; mine will do."

Sun Xuanji scanned the grottoes, then, relying on his own efforts, found a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and wrote:

"The torso, arms, and legs are all there, but where's the head?"

"The head should be in Aranya, suppressed by the Buddha himself." Xu Qi'an recalled the words of the evil left arm inside the pagoda.

Master Shenshu is really like Xing Tian now, huh? He needs to be equipped with a set of axe and shield. He muttered to himself.

"Master Xu, we do not yet know whether the Primordial Spirit within this fragment of the body is benevolent or malevolent. Please allow me to report the result to Your Majesty first."

"Fuxiang is still as steady and reliable as ever," Xu Qi'an hummed in agreement.

Ye Ji immediately took out the fox-shaped incense burner, rubbed the black incense until it shone, and after the green smoke rose, she inhaled it forcefully through her nostrils.

In an instant, a powerful will revived within her, and a smoky, clear light emanated from her left eye.

The nine-tailed celestial fox remained silent, its gaze fixed on the two legs on the table.