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In the midst of a howling gale, an old monk with a yellow face flew rapidly.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, he traveled south along the river lines, tracing upstream and bypassing the historically grand Guanhetai, the site of the Yellow River's confluence, heading towards Yun Country.

As the procession reached a certain point, a small bell at his waist suddenly began to vibrate.

The extraordinary deeds of the Hanging Temple are unique in all directions. Benefactors from all quarters are invited to provide convenience!

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The Buddha's voice was booming, shaking the heavens and earth.

But the gale suddenly ceased.

No, it wasn't the gale that stopped. It was this entire space.

A cramped and confined space, like a prison cell. All that is known, seen, and felt is trapped in stillness.

It is unbelievable that some people would dare to block the road, refusing to give any face to Xuan Kong Temple!

The sudden bitter taste abruptly vanished, and the man stood tall in the vast expanse. He clutched the Great Fearless Seal in his hand, radiating an aura of solemnity. His bearing carried the air of a high monk from a secluded Buddhist monastery on the Eastern sacred grounds.

But seeing him, he bellowed loudly, “I am only passing through, with no intention to cause trouble. If I am in the way, I can detour! I do not know who this esteemed person is who blocks my path, please make way!”

The speech was eloquently and politely delivered, both gentle and solemn.

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However, the high dome remained silent.

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“Damn turtle-bastard, son of a bitch! You piece of smelly footwear!” Seeing no one paid attention, Ku Jue suddenly jumped up and shouted: “What kind of sneaky demons and ghosts dare to block your Buddha’s path! Are you really looking for death”

He's a man of action, always saying "talk is cheap" and backing it up with deeds. He acts decisively and never procrastinates.

As soon as the scolding subsided, Da Wuwei's hand shot forward, palm open in a formidable gesture!

The courage of the outer path, suppressing the strangeness of demons. The fearless hand seal smashed through the stagnant air currents, striking the imprisoned space, following the connection in the void, and charging toward the true enemy.

Seeking truth within illusions!

However, above the boundless expanse of heaven, a half-real, half-illusory giant hand appeared. It emerged silently and met [something] without a sound, so light and effortless, yet so perfectly timed.

He just caught that handprint.

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A vague voice rose at this moment: "Master, turning back is the shore!"

A huge echo immediately followed, "Turning back is the shore, turning back is the shore..."

From every direction, from heaven and earth, the sound reverberated endlessly. This was not merely an echo, but a highly sophisticated sonic attack, its intent clear: to drive something out.

But it blends many different schools of thought and doesn't entirely belong to any particular sect, making it impossible to tell its true origins.

The small bell hanging at the waist of the bitter pill, my infamous I Smell the Bell, was even suppressed for a moment and ceased to tremble.

"It's you!"

The old monk with a yellow face suddenly widened his eyes.

The old monk, who had always been languid and unwilling to accompany them, seemed at last to have become serious.

That withered, wrinkled face was filled with rage.

He seemed to recognize the visitor, clapping his palms together, a powerful aura rising like a celestial dragon, possessing immense might, bravery, and killing power, shaking all directions.

“Om! Ah! Mi! Rê! Hum! Gha! Cha! La!”

Recite the powerful and fearless eight-character mantra of all Buddhas' hearts!

Every character possesses the power of a vajra, the fire of Buddha's wrath. As each character is chanted, heaven and earth tremble instantaneously.

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Although Kuge had no great renown in the world of immortals, he wasn't nearly as famous as he and Jiang Wang boasted, not even among the few faithful in the Buddhist land under Hanging Temple's jurisdiction.

But he was indeed one of the strongest among the monks of the Hanging Temple's bitter script group.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to insult the Dragon Subduing Temple Head and the Guanshiyin Temple Head every day, while smiling and acting friendly with the Abbot.

At this moment, enraged and striking with might, he appears majestic and formidable.

The real man speaks truly, suppressing demons from outside the world, eradicating evil.

The constraints of the entire space were shattered in an instant, and a gust of wind howled again.

Everything returns to normal, bitter taste reveals the truth.

Because the eight-character incantation that imbued the Changxiang Sword has dissipated, the highly anticipated disciple Jing Shen is in imminent danger. He doesn't want to dwell on it any longer, even though his heart is filled with anger and resentment. After breaking the true words of the law, he intends to leave this place.

But a wisp of heavenly wind was guided, blowing from nothingness, drifting gently, fragrantly, descending into the mortal world.

Heaven's wind is the will of heaven.

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Unfathomable and untouchable, in the void, it possesses immeasurable power.

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But it captures people's attention!

How strong is this opponent

A gust of wind, circling around me once, instantly brought the bitterness to bear!

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Unescapable, unyielding.

It was only the wind swirling around me, no immediate danger to my life. However, I would be unable to escape for a short time.

That faint voice continued: "Those who have lost their way seek to return, and those in suffering hope to turn back."

Every word is like a seal, flowing like the wind around heaven.

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Kujue clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying: "When Qing'e died, she also came to stop..."

He reddened his eyes and punched Tian Feng!

The protective golden light was shattered, flesh and blood disintegrated, revealing ghastly bone fingers.

The wind still whirls, as if by heaven's will, it is unfathomable and cannot be changed.

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Above the high heavens, only this old monk's furious voice roared: "Who are you!"

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All human hearts are subject to fate. When things seem hard, it is often a blessing in disguise, all part of life.

In the depths of the eight hundred li Qingjiang waters, within that long-abandoned ancient demon lair, the fierce struggle continued.

"It was time to end this."

White bones and skeletons fought frantically with blood puppets and true demons in the space of an inch.

His punches and elbows strikes appear like those of an ordinary martial artist at first glance, but every move carries the weight of intricate rules.

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In such a fierce battle, His voice remained as calm and unruffled as ever, as if he were forever seated upon the divine throne, coldly overlooking the myriad beings below.

“It’s impossible for anyone… to escape the Calamity of Life.” He said.

Thus, he decided.

This is not just an emphasis, but a repetition of rules.

The power of the Wu Sheng Jie is strengthening, and after hundreds of years, things are finally coming to a close.

Of course, later Wang Changji was also an excellent vessel choice, but Zhuang Chengqian was the earthly body He initially selected.

Hundreds of years ago, that incarnation was the most perfect and peak state He had prepared for. It was the glorious moment He had high hopes for.

That time when Zhuang Chengqian faked his death and escaped, the day of Wu Shengjie's tribulation was delayed until now.

Today's match is a continuation of the past, but also a new beginning.

The power of His arrival was not yet sufficient to suppress a foe like the Blood Puppet True Demon, but Zhuang Chengqian was also unable to escape the Inevitable Calamity.

While Zhuang Chengqian was waiting for the Xue Kui Zhen Mo to take form, he too was in a state of transformation.

When He invades everything of Zhuang Chengqian once more and completes his descent, this blood puppet Zhenmo painstakingly crafted by Zhuang Chengqian will be His guardian general in the mortal realm of Bai Gu Shen Guo.

Zhuang Chengqian always wants to take all the advantages. He, as a deity, also wants to get everything!

"Of course."

As for the words of Bai Gu Zun Shen, Zhuang Chengqian remained expressionless: "Otherwise, why would I have died back then"

At that time, the body he controlled was falling onto the chessboard manifesting the Era of Non-Existence, plummeting toward the eye of destruction.

It seems like we are inevitably heading towards the end, facing the deadline.

But his voice was so ordinary!

He has the composure of one who stands with the gods, and the confidence of one who plays against them!

Besides these two, there were still other active consciousnesses in the entire underwater lair.

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In the first inner hall, Jiang Wang sat cross-legged with palms facing up to the sky.

As for the fight between Bai Gu Zun Shen and Zhuang Chengqian, he completely ignored it. He was powerless to intervene any further.

Regardless of whether the ultimate victor is Bai Gu Zun Shen or Zhuang Chengqian, he will be the first to be eradicated. Because his body has already been chosen.

Whether as Jiang Wang's body being chosen by Zhuang Chengqian, or as Zhuang Chengqian's new body being chosen by the Bai Gu Zun Shen, the result is essentially the same.

He was like an ant, only able to wait for the result of the battle between the two giants. The only thing he could hope for differently was which giant would crush him.

What kind of courage, what kind of strength, does it take to face such a hopeless situation

From any angle, he has no way out, no chance at all.

When the mountains run out and the water ends, there is truly no way forward. Even when the boat reaches the bridge, it still hasn't gone straight!

But he did not give up.

There is not a shred of giving up.

He even seized the last moments of time to continue his practice.

When his physical body was occupied, he began to cultivate his soul.

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Having exhausted all external options, I turned inward, striving to strengthen myself as much as possible.

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At any time, in any situation, he always does something.

An ant cannot change the fate of being crushed by a giant, but perhaps, it can try to bite the giant once, trying its best to inflict as much pain as possible.

Although the pain might be insignificant, perhaps even unnoticeable.

But this is a tenacious struggle of an indomitable life.

Life never stops, the struggle continues.

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“I truly admire you. Your talent, character, and willpower are more precious than your natural aptitude for cultivation.”

Zhuang Chengqian appeared at this moment, appearing outside the first inner court: "If you were my son, I would definitely leave everything to you."

There was a trace of regret in his words. Setting aside everything else, Jiang Wang was after all a young man from the Zhuang nation. Had he not fallen victim to the calamity that robbed him of life back then, and had he been able to continue his grand ambitions, perhaps today, he could have nurtured this young man well and held hope for his future.

Looking at the resplendent nation he had created, wasn't it a kind of glory

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“My father was just an ordinary herb dealer, unable to lift heavy things or carry burdens. He wasn't extraordinary and died from illness. But I know…” Jiang Wang opened his eyes: “He would never watch me die!”

What you're saying is obvious. You don't even need to hide it. How dare you call yourself my father

“The people you believe in have simply not been tested yet.”

Zhuang Chengqian didn't get angry, he just calmly said a word, then lightly clenched his fist, the azure handprint that sealed the inner mansion disappeared. And with one step, he stepped into the inner mansion!

Almost at the same time, Jiang Wang leaped into the air, sword raised to strike!

Although their strengths are worlds apart, they must still fight to the death.

Zhuang Chengqian seized the sword with one slap, and with another, he had already grasped Jiang Wang's soul manifestation by the neck.

At this moment, he need not even feign any pretense, simply crushing his opponent outright.

The great hand lifted Jiang Wang's soul, like catching a weak little chick, leaping out of the inner mansion.

"Previously at the Tongtian Palace."

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"You're asking me... why I am for you, aren't you"

Zhāng Chéngqián's soul, holding onto Jiāng Wàng's soul, leaped out of this body.

The body is still falling.

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And Zhuang Chengqian's soul leaped before his body, suddenly accelerating, pressing Jiang Wang's soul towards the only dark robbery eye on the lifeless chessboard.

“This is the answer!”

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