The country romantic little doctor king

"The Tathagata is compassionate, yet there are also wrathful deities; the Buddha saves sentient beings, yet he also subdues the flames of demonic karma!"

"Young man, you have strayed too far into the demonic path, your bloodlust is too strong, and your thoughts of killing are too numerous. Your crimes deserve to be punished. Subdue the Three Kings of Light and vanquish evil!"

Amidst the deep chanting, golden energy surged from the monk Jingchan's body, and the image of Acala behind him moved accordingly, forming the "Subduing the Three Worlds Mudra" with his hands, and pressed the seal against Chen Yang, who was only the height of a normal person but looked like a child in front of the ten-meter-tall Acala image.

Rumble!

The moment this seal was unleashed, heaven and earth trembled, as if the true Buddha were making a move; the Buddha's Dharma was boundless, and his divine power was unparalleled.

Everyone present felt a sudden, suffocating breath.

Who would have thought that even a bald monk from the Kunlun Immortal Sect could be so terrifying, opening people's eyes to a whole new world.

Although Jian Chen drew his longsword, he didn't make a move, but his gaze was fixed on Chen Yang like a hawk's. It was unclear whether he was searching for Chen Yang's weakness or had other ulterior motives.

boom!

Just then, a loud tremor resounded. The icy energy that Bing Ling'er unleashed, which had the potential to sweep across the sky, was completely shattered by the burst of energy emanating from Chen Yang's body. It was utterly insignificant.

Some of the icy energy even surged back, and under the influence of Chen Yang's internal energy, its power increased several times over. It covered Bing Ling'er's face and sent her flying on the spot, letting out a miserable scream. She finally lay sprawled on the ground, looking extremely disheveled.

This is the goddess of the Ice and Snow Temple, with an absolutely beautiful face. She has always been high above, aloof and unapproachable. Now she is lying there like a madwoman, which is truly a pity.

"No, don't kill me. I was wrong, I'll apologize to you. I'll be your servant..."

Huo Yun was still being held in Chen Yang's hands from a distance, just like Sun Wukong in the Buddha's hands. No matter what, he couldn't escape, and his body was on the verge of collapse.

He could truly sense Chen Yang's power, which far surpassed his own and even Jian Chen's. Chen Yang was not a Golden Core cultivator, yet he was more powerful than a Golden Core cultivator.

"It's too late to beg for mercy now. Die!"

Then Chen Yang clenched his five fingers tightly, and the gravitational vortex in his palm distorted the space. The fire cloud was ultimately unable to escape and was crushed, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Although several prodigies participated in the rescue, Chen Yang ultimately did not show any mercy.

Those he wants to kill cannot escape.

At this moment, everyone in the audience was utterly shocked.

With a single palm strike from a distance of a hundred meters, he crushed a genius at the Divine Realm. What kind of divine power is this?

That must be an incredible skill.

Even if a true Golden Core cultivator were to make a move, it would probably be impossible to kill a Divine Realm prodigy so easily from a distance.

It can be said that only at this moment did Chen Yang fully demonstrate his true strength.

"Hehe, got it! Now die!"

At this moment, the assassin-turned-assassin, Thorn Dragon, appeared behind Chen Yang like a ghost and stabbed Chen Yang in the back with a dagger.

His dagger is called the "God-Slaying Dagger". When it was forged, it was made by fusing multiple divine metals. It is strong enough to pierce the body of a cultivator at the Transcendent God Realm, as well as the body of an ordinary Golden Core cultivator.

Moreover, the dagger is coated with 108 kinds of deadly poisons, capable of killing even gods.

If such a dagger were to pierce Chen Yang's body, even if it could not kill him in one blow, it could at least leave him half-dead, reducing his combat power by half, thus allowing him to be killed effortlessly.

when!

However, when the dagger collided with Chen Yang's back, it produced a metallic clang, and even a shower of sparks flew out, as if it had struck the hardest iron plate in the world. It didn't even break through the skin, let alone penetrate Chen Yang's body.

"what!?"

The sudden shock of the dragon made his hand go numb and tingly, and the dagger almost slipped from his grasp, causing him to let out a startled cry.

"This is impossible? How can your body be so tough?" Thorn Dragon's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, completely unable to believe it.

The body that even his God-Slaying Dagger couldn't pierce was already at the level of a Golden Core Body, and not just any ordinary Golden Core Body.

But how did Chen Yang, a mere Divine Realm cultivator, achieve the Golden Core level in terms of physical body?

Thorn Dragon asked loudly, his heart filled with turbulent waves.

But Chen Yang wouldn't answer him. After crushing the fire cloud with one palm, he followed up with another palm strike, shouting angrily, "You die too!"

Boom!

The dragon's head was smashed directly into its chest cavity.

Click!

Immediately afterwards, his entire body was burst open, instantly collapsing and disintegrating, turning into a bloody mess from head to toe.

With a single palm strike, yet another prodigy of the immortal sect fell, his blood staining the earth crimson.

At this moment, the "Subduing the Three Worlds Seal" of the monk Jingchan of Jingang Temple also arrived.

Seeing Chen Yang kill Huo Yun and Ci Long in succession, displaying his powerful combat strength to the fullest, Monk Jing Chan frankly felt a little guilty.

However, he was already on the verge of disaster and had no choice but to strike. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and deliver a powerful blow.

Boom boom boom!

The enormous Dharma Seal of Subduing the Three Worlds covers the sky; this seal symbolizes the subjugation of all enemies of the Buddhas of the past, present, and future.

A grand aura belonging to the Buddha permeated the entire venue, inspiring awe and reverence in all who beheld it.

Before the giant hand even landed, the air below had already condensed into a solid plate, and the ground beneath Chen Yang's feet was even pressed into a huge crater with the palm print. Everything in that crater—grass, trees, soil, and rocks—was reduced to dust.

“Amitabha Buddha, you have fallen deeply into demonic possession. I will now send you to the Pure Land. May you be reborn as a human in the next life, free from the cycle of birth and death. Repent and start anew,” said Monk Jingchan.

At first glance, he seems like a nice guy, and I hope Chen Yang can be reborn as a human in his next life.

"What a hypocritical monk! You keep calling for mercy, but when your immortal sect's prodigy was about to destroy my Xuanhuang Dao Sect and slaughter my martial artists, why didn't you step in to stop them? Now you're calling for mercy, have you no shame?" Chen Yang said coldly, shouting angrily.

If Monk Jingchan were truly impartial and compassionate, Chen Yang wouldn't have been so furious. The problem is that this guy is biased, completely siding with the Kunlun Immortal Sect, and has no compassion at all.

"Martial arts practitioners cannot attain godhood or Buddhahood without experiencing bloodshed. You bear immeasurable sins, so how could the sect you founded be clean? In that case, it's better to destroy it. Especially you, a demon, if you were to live in this world, you would be a disaster for the entire world," said Monk Jingchan with righteous indignation.

"What a fine saying, 'Without bloodshed, one cannot become a god or Buddha!' Today, you bald monk will be the stepping stone on my path to enlightenment."

At this moment, Chen Yang was furious to the extreme.

Amidst the astonished gazes of countless onlookers, he shattered the earth with his feet, his body soaring into the sky, and with a fierce punch, he met the earth-shattering handprint of the Immovable King Dharma Image behind the monk Jingchan.

"Heaven and Earth Overlord Fist, break!" Chen Yang roared, his voice like thunder.

Boom boom boom!

The giant fist rubbed against the air, as if gasoline had been poured on it, causing the air to explode and ignite instantly. The fist was enveloped in raging flames, making it look like a fiery meteor.

At speeds many times faster than sound, visible ripples of void erupted from the friction between the flaming giant fist and the air, spreading outwards and transforming into violent shockwaves capable of tearing through iron armor and hard rocks, like raging waves in the ocean, sweeping across the storm and unstoppable.

At the very tip of Chen Yang's fist, one could vaguely see a black hole formed by the tearing of space.

Those who witnessed this scene were all deeply moved and terrified.

Who could withstand such a punch?

Who is qualified to resist?

Overwhelmed by his invincible, domineering fist intent, Chen Yang appeared to everyone as a towering giant, countless times larger than the Immovable King's Dharma form, his feet shattering mountains and rivers, his shoulders supporting the heavens.

In an instant, all that remained in the sight of the many onlookers was a giant fist, like a blazing meteor, filling the heavens and the earth.

Even with a Yuan Dan sealed, the power of Chen Yang's punch was close to ten million tons.

Such terrifying fist force, concentrated at a single point, has the potential to shatter the void, so the small black hole at the tip of his fist is indeed real.

However, this small black hole is not stable yet; in essence, it is just a small space collapse.

If he wanted to punch out a black hole, his Heaven and Earth Overlord Fist technique would need to advance at least one level to unleash a punch with a force of 100 million tons.

It sounds far away, but it's not far away for him. As long as he breaks through to the Golden Core stage and reaches the middle or late stages of the Golden Core stage, or the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, he can achieve it.

"No, this is bad!" Monk Jingchan was shocked. A strong aura of death instantly spread throughout his body.

Chen Yang's punch made him smell the scent of death.

For a fleeting moment, he even hallucinated that he had become an ordinary person, powerless and helpless, standing in the vast Gobi Desert, watching a fiery meteor fall from the sky, powerless to do anything but silently await his death.

This monk, a true disciple of the Kunlun Immortal Gate Vajra Temple, had always been proud and arrogant, and for the first time in his life, he experienced the fear of death.

"Amitabha Buddha, what joy is there in life? What fear is there in death?"

This monk Jingchan truly lived up to his reputation as a disciple of the Vajra Temple. In the face of life and death, he regained his faith and pushed the Vajra Body Refining Technique to its limit. His body was as if it had been forged from divine iron, and thunderous roars of tigers and leopards emanated from within him.

In a flash, he transformed into a Vajra Arhat under the Buddha's seat, incomparably sacred, and his physical body was naturally incredibly powerful, like the golden body of an Arhat.

Rumble!

Click!

Without a doubt, the ten-meter-tall image of Acala behind the monk Jingchan was shattered by Chen Yang's punch, his handprint and body vanishing into thin air in an instant.

"Since the Dharma image has been destroyed, there shouldn't be any problem with the true body of Monk Jingchan, right?" someone thought to themselves.

At this moment, a bitter look appeared on the face of the monk Jingchan, as if something bad had happened.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and witnessed an unbelievable scene: a crack first appeared on the face of the monk Jingchan, and then the cracks multiplied until they covered his entire body in no time.

In the end, he was like a broken piece of porcelain that had been smashed and shattered, covered in cracks.

It was Chen Yang's punch just now that, while shattering the image of the Immovable King, also brought considerable backlash to his physical body.

Click!

Finally, with a crisp sound, the body of the monk Jingchan shattered, turning into a pool of blood, mud, and broken bones.

The true lineage of the Vajra Temple, the monk Fayin, thus perished.

Now, of the group of Kunlun Immortal Sect's prodigies, only Jian Chen and Bing Ling'er remain alive.

Bing Ling'er was struck back by Chen Yang, but she did not die; she only suffered minor injuries.

But Jian Chen…

"Hey, where did that guy with the sword go?"

Everyone was stunned. They had been so focused on Chen Yang's swift defeat of the other immortal sect prodigies that they hadn't noticed Jian Chen.

At this moment, Jian Chen had vanished, and no one noticed where he had gone.

Click!

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, a dazzling purple sword light suddenly streaked across the void.

When this sword light first appeared, there was no trace of it, like a tiny lightning bolt flashing through the void.

But the moment this tiny, lightning-like sword light appeared, it startled the entire world, as if a ferocious beast from ancient times had broken free of its cage.

An incomparably terrifying aura of killing intent shook the entire Cloud Mist Mountain, causing countless living beings to tremble.

A purple sword beam, hundreds of feet long, swept across the sky, carving a long crack in the ground as if a giant knife were cutting through tofu. Some mountains even collapsed as a result.

"Who's making this move? Sneaking around like this, what kind of skill is that?"

"A purple sword light, do I even need to guess? It must be that sword-wielding kid who ran away earlier."

"That bastard actually launched a sneak attack."

……

The martial artists present discussed the matter, all of them furious.

When we discovered Jian Chen was missing, we all thought he was a coward and had run away. Who would have thought he had actually hidden himself and was planning a sneak attack from behind?

"Brother Jian Chen has made his move, kid, you're dead." Bing Ling'er wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said angrily.

The Purple Ying Sword is an unparalleled sword, surpassing even Chen Yang's Sun, Moon and Stars Greatsword. In ancient times, this sword was renowned for its killing prowess, having slain countless masters.

At that moment, a sword beam hundreds of feet long slashed down, tearing the void apart and revealing a pitch-black void rift.

This was an extremely deadly sword strike, and Chen Yang dared not underestimate it. He quickly dodged and appeared several hundred meters away in a flash.

Even so, it was a moment too late. A wisp of sword light slashed across his body, and a few drops of golden blood dripped down his body, leaving a wound on his right shoulder.

The wound cut through the flesh and was so deep that bone was visible.

Hiss!

Everyone who witnessed this scene was terrified.

Chen Yang dodged quickly enough, but he still got hit by the sword.

I only managed to cut a tiny sliver, but I never expected it to create such a large wound.

If Chen Yang had been even slightly slower in dodging, his entire shoulder could have been sliced ​​off, causing serious injury.

"Oh, what a pity, just a little short!"

His stealth attack failed, and Jian Chen emerged from the void, shaking his head with a look of disappointment.

The purple greatsword in his hand was still emitting a chilling aura.