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Chapter 761 Red Blood
This person is one of the protagonists of this battle of magical powers at Tianjue Cliff, the monk Xingzhen from Wanfo Temple.

He walked to the center of the stone platform, gently placed his staff down, clasped his hands together, and offered a Buddhist salute to the four directions. His voice, calm yet powerful, echoed through the valley: "Fellow donors, today's meeting is a matter of fate, and also a spiritual journey. May we observe this confrontation with a peaceful mind, and from it, comprehend the principles of martial arts and, more importantly, the truths of life."

Li Ming looked at this person, and there seemed to be a gleam of light in his eyes. At this time, the monk Xingzhen suddenly turned his head and searched the scene as if he had sensed something.

However, at this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew, dark clouds gathered rapidly, and the sky became gloomy in an instant, as if foreshadowing that something ominous was about to happen.

Everyone present felt a surge of anxiety, and they all turned their gazes towards the source of the gust. They saw a dark shadow streaking across the sky, so fast it resembled a streak of black lightning. Its aura was so overwhelming that the air seemed to distort and emit a piercing shriek wherever it passed.

The shadow finally landed on the other side of the stone platform, revealing its true form. It was a demon clad in a black robe, his face ferocious, his eyes like blazing flames, emitting a chilling red glow. His hair was tangled like a raging wind, a cruel smile lingered at the corner of his mouth, and his entire being exuded a suffocating evil aura.

But he has a rich and refreshing fragrance on his body that can make people deeply addicted to it.

"I didn't expect that he would actually succeed in refining it," murmured a Taoist priest with white hair.

"Legend has it that when the Blood River Scripture is practiced to the level of supernatural powers, one can restrain blood and even transform it into a refreshing fragrance. Today I found out that it is indeed true!"

People around were talking about it, and Li Ming also explained it at the right time.

"The Red Blood Demon was born in the Blood River Sect of the Demon Sect. Back then, the Blood River Patriarch incarnated into millions of forms, leaving behind thousands of inheritances across the Thirty-Six Provinces. Often, the more advanced the martial arts, the higher the aptitude and understanding required. Otherwise, it would be a waste of time. Those with average or lower aptitude and understanding are more likely to achieve success by practicing simple martial arts. However, if a world-class, peerless martial art were placed before him, he might not be able to comprehend it."

"But the Blood River Scripture breaks this rule. This magic skill is extremely easy to practice. It doesn't even require strong bones and comprehension. After practicing it, it is very powerful. There is only one thing. If you want to practice this skill, you must consume a lot of resources, and this resource is blood!" Li Ming's tone turned serious.

Although the rules of the world have always been the survival of the fittest, with big fish eating small fish and small fish eating shrimps, in the righteous way, this kind of exploitation is sustainable and secretive. However, in the evil way, this point is directly revealed, using human bodies as materials. Ordinary people will naturally stay away from it, and only those who are so cruel and insane will join in.

Li Ming believed that although he did not distinguish between good and evil, he still disliked such behavior and naturally did not want his apprentice to follow this path.

The old Red Blood Demon glanced around, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery, as if no one present was worthy of being his opponent. His voice was like a whisper from hell, cold and piercing: "Hahaha, Xingzhen is quite lively today, long time no see!"

Facing the provocation of the Red Blood Demon, the Divine Monk Xing Zhen remained calm, his voice filled with compassion: "Red Blood Donor, lay down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right here. If you can turn back, you will reach the shore."

Upon hearing this, the Red Blood Demon laughed loudly, his laughter filled with arrogance and disdain: "Becoming a Buddha? Ridiculous! I will walk my own path. Even if I become the enemy of the world, what do I have to fear?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from the demon's body, spreading out in all directions like a raging beast. Everyone present retreated, only the monk and the man in green robes remained standing, their eyes filled with solemnity.

The Divine Monk Xingzhen, faced with the provocation and evil forces of the Red Blood Demon, did not retreat, but instead demonstrated the compassion and determination of a Buddhist monk. Xingzhen knew that this battle was not only a contest of force, but also a struggle between good and evil, concerning the safety of the martial arts world and the well-being of all living beings.

The monk Xingzhen clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. Although his voice was low, it was clearly heard throughout the entire Tianjue Cliff. Every word was like the morning bell and evening drum, echoing in everyone's hearts and giving people peace and strength.

"Amitabha, today's battle isn't about personal vendettas, but for the common people of the world," the Divine Monk Xingzhen spoke slowly, his voice filled with solemnity and resolve. Upon hearing this, the Red Blood Demon's mockery deepened, and he laughed wildly, "The common people? Hahaha, you know, the four great holy places, including Cang'er, are the true enemies of the common people!!!"

The sorrow on the monk Xingzhen's face deepened, and he sighed, "Donor Chixue, you have strayed into the devil's way, and now your devilish nature is deep. Please follow me into the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. I will chant sutras for you day and night to dispel your devilish nature."

"Demon nature is deep? How do you know it's not you who has a deep demon nature? The Great Buddha is the Great Demon. Who is more false, killing all sentient beings or saving all sentient beings?"

These words were like a devilish sound entering their minds. Many younger generations who had not yet reached the level of cultivation and followed their elders felt uncomfortable, and their sense of right and wrong was shaken.

Li Ming hummed softly upon seeing this. Although it was a soft sound, it seemed to stir up thunder in the sky, bringing with it a breath that cleansed the world, and instantly eliminated the evil sound.

"what?"

At this time, the Red Blood Demon suddenly looked deeply in the direction of Li Ming.

The monk Xingzhen also said: "Amitabha, Buddha and devil are one and the same. Compassion and murder are all in one. You say I am a great devil, but I say that the donor with a kind heart is the great Buddha!"

The two men had not yet fought, but the field was already filled with waves of demonic sounds and Buddhist chants, and countless sparks seemed to be flying between their gazes as they looked at each other.

These two can be said to be old enemies. They often entangled when both of them had not yet achieved supernatural powers and were still in the acquired realm. At that time, the monk Xingzhen had not yet become a monk. He was a well-known knight in the world and the hope of revival of the clan.

And he really lived up to everyone's expectations. He brought honor to the family again and revitalized the family. After that, he continued to do justice and saved his wife and had a pair of children.

However, one time when he was out, he encountered a demon and killed him, but this caused the revenge of the old demon Red Blood, who slaughtered his entire family while he was out.

At that moment, Xingzhen was extremely sad and almost wanted to commit suicide. It was the thought of revenge that supported him. However, this old demon Chixue had no idea how he was valued by the true disciple of the Blood River Dao, and was accepted into the sect and even broke into the innate realm.

Xingzhen, who had no hope of revenge, turned to the Wanfo Temple. After that, both of them broke into the innate realm and entangled for many years.

It was not until the monk Xingzhen defeated Chixue one time but let him go, and he even broke through his supernatural powers in one fell swoop, scaring Chixue so much that he dared not show up for decades. Until not long ago, he also reached the supernatural power, which led to today's battle between Buddha and demon.

At that moment, the Red Blood Demon Lord moved, transforming into a streak of blood-red lightning, charging straight at the True Spirit Monk. His speed was so swift that it was nearly impossible to track him. However, the True Spirit Monk remained with his hands clasped together, his silhouette suddenly blurring as the Red Blood Demon Lord's attack was about to reach him.

The Red Blood Demon's attack fell into the air, while the figure of the Xingzhen Divine Monk regrouped not far away.

(End of this chapter)