Martial Boss Chapter 1022

The mind is not born, but is born from the cause, and the mind is not dead, but dies from the cause.”

Heart’s Edge’s hands healed quickly, as if turning back time, and in the blink of an eye all the injuries had disappeared.

“It’s useless, the Zen mind does not move, the Buddha body does not perish, the combination of the Heart Zen Immortality Technique and the Karma Wheel has made the poor monk invincible.”

Despite these words, the six-foot golden body still stood firmly in the way before the slit in the Pure Land, not giving the slightest chance to cut through that beam of light.

The so-called indestructibility was mere lip service, but standing undefeated was a fact. As long as the Heart’s Edge was still connected to the Pure Land, then he was invincible.

“Blocking the seam of the Pure Land, but there is no way to protect the Ten Thousand Buddha Brahma Formation all together.”

Qing Yu raised his blade, a demonic and evil aura lingered above the Great Evil King, tinting the blade with a dark green colour, filled with a strange and degenerate demonic aura, and when one looked at the blade, one’s heart was filled with demons.

“Ghostly Zen Six Breaks – God’s Enchantment of the Fallen World.”

The demonic aura instantly permeates, the raised blade falls in the eyes and the evil aura on the blade diffuses in the heart.

Many of the monks within the Ten Thousand Buddha Brahma Formation all subconsciously looked up, reflecting the ghostly green blade into their eyes.

Afterwards, their eyes went black and their qi went astray, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of their mouths.

“Scatter.”

Numerous dark green evil lights flew out from the blade, scattering like rain and sprinkling on the Ten Thousand Buddha Brahma Formation.

“Ghosts!”

Seeing this, Heart’s Edge was furious, and the Buddha’s palm was raised again, revealing once again the endless Buddha’s might and setting off a great battle.

“His mind seems to have become unstable, and there is a strange transformation in his body.” While fighting with him, Qing Yu transmitted a voice to Yin Tiandi.

After the connection between Heart Edge and Pure Land, his battle power was directly catching up with that of the Blade God at the end of the retreat, and Qing Yu could not match him in terms of power even with all the means at his disposal, let alone when he was hiding his identity.

However, this state of connection with the Pure Land has hidden dangers, or instability, or else at the very beginning Heart’s Edge would have directly employed this means, and Qing Yu could have simply gone home.

“And battle on, see a falsehood.” Yin Tian Tian returned.

Although the battle power was directly after that of the Blade God, the pressure that Heart Edge put on the two of them at this moment was far less than that of the Blade God. At least, fighting two supreme beings in the same battle with an unstable mind was undoubtedly a great weakness.

“Clang clang–”

The Ice Blade and the Evil Blade, dueling against the zhang-liu golden body, the battle was still not over.

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On a peak ten miles away from the Great Zen Temple, two figures swayed and looked at this battle between Buddha and devil in which the Buddha’s phase was through the sky and the devil’s aura was overwhelming.

“The Pure Land, the last card of the Buddha Sect. When the Zen and Tantric schools fought, the Zen school was far less powerful than the Tantric school, but it developed under strong pressure and eventually expelled the Tantric school from the Central Plains. The Pure Land should have played a significant role in this.”

The figure standing slightly in front of him, his figure completely concealed under a black cloak, appeared extremely secretive, but his words contained a sense of grandeur and righteousness, sweeping away the secretive aura.

What he said was one of the great mysteries of the centuries.

A thousand years ago, Zen Buddhism had no power to compete with Tantric Buddhism, even though it had a profound heritage. But this tributary of Buddhism blew a challenge to Tantric Buddhism, despite such a disadvantage, and hardened itself to grow rapidly under the pressure of Tantric Buddhism.

It was only a few hundred years ago that Zen reached the point of no return and fought a duel with Tantric Buddhism.

The result of the duel was a narrow victory for Zen over Tantric Buddhism and its expulsion overseas.

Now that the gates of the Pure Land have been opened at the Great Zen Temple, there is an answer to this centuries-old mystery.

It is well known that once a secret realm is opened, it cannot be moved. So the Pure Land, a secret realm of the Buddha that has been pa*sed down in the Buddhist sect for thousands of years, has been located over the Great Zen Temple from the very beginning.

Long before the completion of the Great Zen Temple, the Pure Land was already located here. Perhaps it was the ancestors of the Great Zen Temple who discovered where the Pure Land was, or perhaps they had received some information, but in any case, the location of the Great Zen Temple was closely linked to the location of the Pure Land from the very beginning.

“King, the purpose of our visit today is not to discover how the Great Zen Temple and the Pure Land are related.”

The figure leaning back was a young man with a firm face dressed in a black suit, his hair spread out.

It is worth mentioning that this man is a rare archer in the jianghu world, carrying a large black iron bow and a quiver of arrows of the same colour. Inserted in the quiver were extremely rough-looking stone arrows.

This conspicuous symbol was already an indication of the man’s identity. He was none other than the Southern Border Tong Shen archer whom Qing Yu had met when he was possessed by the Sword Princess, and also the brother of the Witch King – Hou Huai.

There was only one person who could be called a king by Hou Huai, and that was the Witch King, the ruler of the Witch Clan of the Southern Frontier.

“Haha, it’s so hard to come to the Central Plains, don’t be so cold, second brother.” Without any awareness of hiding his identity, the Witch King turned around and patted Hou Huai on the shoulder and laughed long.

“King, the purpose of our coming here is not to watch the show, but to have business, you are so rash and decent.” Hou Huai was unmoved and said indifferently.

“Hmph, decency, you have come to the Central Plains for such a short time, but you have learnt the ways of those rotten Confucians.”

The Witch King snorted lightly, but did not blame him much.

He also knew that, although the people of the Central Plains had many shortcomings, they had been able to occupy the most extensive land in the world, so they naturally had great merits.

So, even though he despised them, he still had to learn from them.

“The Great Witch Priest had said that the Daoist Qing Yu was Xuan Tian, but now this Page Book is using the Silent Demon Technique, and also using the evil sword that Xuan Tian had used, could it be that Qing Yu is pretending to be Qing Tian?” The Witch King looked at the evil sword astral in the distance and resumed his righteousness.

“I have asked the Great Witch Priest about this. He said that Qing Yu and Xuan Tian had appeared at the same time, and if he did not practise the art of splitting his soul and transforming into a body, then there is only one possibility, and that is that Qing Yu had an ally who practised demonic techniques and used the evil blade, who had used Xuan Tian’s identity instead of him and a*sisted him in his actions.” Hou Huai returned.

“Then it would be the latter; at Qing Yu’s age, it would be impossible for him to have cultivated his split soul to the point of being a supreme power.” The Witch King said.

Not everyone had such long years to squander like Mi Shen Weng, and at Qing Yu’s age, it was impossible to cultivate a split soul to the level of a supreme power in a short period of time.

Not to mention that splitting his soul would also lead to a decline in his own strength.

At this moment, the battle in the distance became more and more intense, and the Witch King also put aside his distracting thoughts and concentrated on the battle, responding at any time.

“The battle between Buddha and Devil will soon be decided, will the Buddha Sect be able to repel the incoming land or not?”

The Witch King reached out with his hand and a large bow of ebony wood with a black dragon pattern appeared in his hand, staring intently at the battle ten miles away, waiting for the moment when the outcome would be revealed.