Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Chengfeng took the "Pure Pearl of Bliss" without hesitation and bowed to express his gratitude.

Amitabha smiled and nodded. "You may not be able to use it now. When you have achieved something in the future, your master will point out its use."

Taoist Zhunti also nodded in agreement, with a gleam of inquiry in his eyes.

"Since you have come here to seek opportunities, I would like to accept you as my disciple. However, your master and I are also one family."

"Since he has made plans for you, I will not interfere. If you have any problems in the future, you can always come here to find me."

Chengfeng thought that the master the Taoist was referring to was Xuanjizi. He was happy and bowed again.

"I will always remember the kindness of the two seniors. However, I have not asked for your names, as I have received such a generous gift."

Amitabha smiled and shook his head.

"Even if I tell you now, you won't understand. When you grow up, your master will tell you."

This time, Amitabha came to the East to look for the Taoist Master Zhunti, but he didn't want to make it public for fear of attracting the attention of the powerful people in the East.

After all, as a powerful person from the other party, a sudden visit to a foreign place without an invitation is bound to cause a sensation.

This will cause all kinds of suspicion and thoughts on the other side, and bring about unnecessary trouble.

However, in the previous few times, even extremely important Buddhist elites were dispatched, but they failed to invite the Taoist Master Zhunti.

For the safety of the Pure Land, Amitabha Buddha had to come in person.

The grudge between Zhunti and Jie Yin cannot be made public, so it is best to deal with it quietly.

This time when he came to the East, Amitabha did not bring any disciples with him. He also withheld the infinite Buddha light and auspicious aura, for fear of causing all kinds of suspicion.

After he finished speaking to Chengfeng, he turned to face Zhunti Taoist and said leisurely:

"Remember, no matter how the world changes, the relationship between you and me as master and disciple will never change."

"If one day, your heart knot is untied and you are willing to return, your master and Sakya will welcome you."

As he finished speaking, his figure gradually blurred and finally disappeared into the air, leaving only a long string of Buddhist chants, echoing in the ancient cave at the bottom of the lake.

Looking at the direction the old monk left, Taoist Zhunti bowed three times.

Afterwards, he looked at Chengfeng with a hint of emotion in his words.

"My friend, you must remember what happened today. The many causes and effects in this world cannot be resolved in a short time. Your road is still very long, so you must move forward with perseverance."

Chengfeng nodded slightly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"I will definitely remember your teachings, Senior. But I still have some doubts. Can you tell me?"

Taoist Zhunti smiled slightly: "The time is not right yet, no need to force it. Wait for you..."

Before the Taoist Zhunti finished speaking, suddenly, an old and unreal voice came from the air.

"Master Bodhi, are there any distinguished guests at home?"

The sound was vague and unreal, sounding like a dream to the ears.

Taoist Zhunti raised his head slightly and looked in the direction where the voice came from, his expression becoming more solemn.

He turned slowly and looked at Chengfeng with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

"My dear friend, I have a distinguished guest coming to visit me, so I will not discuss this with you any more. You may go back now."

After saying that, Zhunti gently waved his sleeves, and a gentle but irresistible force enveloped Chengfeng.

Chengfeng felt his body lighten and float up like a fallen leaf.

Driven by that power, he flew through the ancient cave at high speed.

Instantly he was back at the lake shore where he had fought with the Pig Dragon.

The long sword that was knocked away by the pig dragon was still stuck on a pine tree on the shore.

The tassel of the long sword swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling the story of the thrilling battle that had been experienced.

Looking at the long sword on the tree, Chengfeng was surprised.

I didn’t expect that I was in the ancient cave just now, and in the blink of an eye I was already at the lake. It was like a dream.

However, this kind of thing had happened before, so Chengfeng didn't take it too seriously.

He walked to the pine tree and pulled the sword out from the trunk. The sword gleamed with cold light, reflecting his resolute face.

Recalling the battle with the Pig Dragon, I almost died.

Now standing here again, Chengfeng's heart is filled with emotion.

Who are the monk and the Taoist priest in the ancient cave?

Who was making that dreamy voice? Was the Bodhi Patriarch he was talking about the Taoist priest?

Staring at the sword in his hand, Chengfeng's thoughts surged like the tide, but he still couldn't make sense of it.

Chengfeng had not returned yet, and Xuanjizi could not wait any longer, so he was about to step out of the door and go to the West Mountain to look for him.

Suddenly, an old and resentful voice came from the air.

"Xuanjizi, I have been looking for you for a long time!"

The voice was like an echo in a valley, striking his heart directly, and Xuanjizi stopped involuntarily.

Just as he finished his words, a brilliant white light fell from the sky, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, and fell straight into the house.

"boom!"

After a deafening roar, the roof where Xuanjizi was collapsed, leaving a huge hole.

Xuanjizi secretly cried out in alarm, and almost instinctively grabbed the sword on the table and jumped into the yard.

In the sunshine, three uninvited guests have appeared, two old and one middle-aged, each with their own characteristics.

One of the old men was particularly surprising, as he was riding a huge green and yellow toad.

"It came so fast!"

Xuanjizi was secretly surprised. He vaguely recognized the old man holding the Zhantian Sword as the Sword Emperor Mo Chen.

And that middle-aged man in his forties should be Jin Buhuan who has recently risen in the world.

As for the old man riding on the toad, he didn't recognize him.

Sword Emperor Mo Chen and Jin Buhuan stood on the ground holding the Heaven-Cutting Swords. The blades reflected the sunlight and were chilling.

The other old man riding a toad did not carry any weapons in his hands, but he exuded a majesty that should not be underestimated.

The Sword Emperor in front of him had eyes filled with the flames of revenge.

The years have left deep marks on his face, and every wrinkle tells of endless resentment.

"Master! Is the old man holding the sword opposite the former Sword Emperor?"

Jin Buhuan's gaze stayed on Xuanjizi for a moment, then turned to Mo Chen and asked.

Mo Chen did not respond, but turned his gaze to the old man riding the toad and said respectfully: "Senior! What do you think?"

The old man riding the toad curled up his lips in disdain.

"It doesn't matter. He hasn't reached that level. Even if his immortal master comes, I won't worry about it."

His words were delivered with a kind of otherworldly confidence, as if everything was under control.

"I will not get involved in the fight between you youngsters. Just take his life."

After saying this, the old man closed his eyes and rested. Everything in front of him was not enough to arouse his interest.

Xuanjizi was secretly surprised and suspicious. This old man riding on the toad looked to be only in his fifties.

He is younger than Sword Emperor Mo Chen, but is respected as a senior. Who is this old man?

Xuanjizi was in doubt, but Mo Chen seemed to be reassured and pointed his knife at Xuanjizi.

"Xuanjizi, old man, I have been looking for you for a long time. You killed my father, took my wife, and destroyed my sect. Today I will use your blood to wash away this blood feud."

"Mo Chen! Just do it if you have the guts."

Xuanjizi snorted coldly. Although he felt guilty towards the Mohist school, he felt that he had done nothing wrong.

Xuanjizi's casual words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Mo Chen's heart hard.

Mo Chen's anger, like the magma in the crater of a volcano, was completely ignited by these words.

At this moment, all words seem pale and powerless. Only the other party's blood can wash away the shame of the past and heal the inner wounds.

The Sword Emperor no longer hesitated, jumped up, and swung his sword to attack.

A bright knife light, like frost under the moonlight, went straight for Xuanjizi's head.

Xuanjizi was agile and flashed by like a ghost, easily avoiding the swift attack.

The Sword Emperor failed in his first strike, but he showed no sign of discouragement and used his second strike - "Long River Sunset".

The Heaven-Slaying Sword brought up an unparalleled whirlwind and swung over again.

The sword whistled like a strong wind sweeping up the river, majestic and powerful.

Xuanjizi still did not fight back, but dodged again, his elusive figure dancing in the wind of swords, cleverly avoiding the sword from Daohuang.

Sword Emperor Mo Chen did not hesitate and used the third sword - "Wind Sweeps the Remaining Clouds".

The Heaven-Slaying Sword chopped towards Xuanjizi's shoulder with the force of thunder.

The knife flashes like lightning and is unstoppable.

This time, Xuanjizi jumped out ten feet and easily dodged the extremely swift knife, but still did not fight back.

Mo Chen was stunned, a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, and then was replaced by deeper anger.

"Xuanjizi! What do you mean?"

"Mo Chen, although I was inappropriate in everything that happened between you and me, I have a clear conscience."

Xuanjizi's voice was filled with vicissitudes and helplessness. "Today I will let you make three moves to repay my debt. From now on, I will not let you make any more moves."

"Ha! ha! ha! What a clear conscience!"

Sword Emperor Mo Chen laughed out of anger, and his laughter was full of sarcasm and mockery.

"Old man, my Mo family has no grudges against you in the past or in the present, and we have no grudges at all."

"But you took advantage of my wedding day to kill my father, steal my wife, and stab me severely."

"If Senior Wang Kui hadn't saved me, I would have died."

"You have the nerve to say you have a clear conscience after such despicable behavior. Return my father's life to me."

As he spoke, the Heaven-Slaying Sword turned into a sky full of white light, like a pouring galaxy, and swept towards where Xuanjizi landed.

Xuanjizi no longer dodged and waved his hand. A green sword light, like willow catkins in spring, lightly flew towards the white light in the sky.

In an instant, two cold lights intertwined together, like two giant dragons fighting in the air.

Two peerless old men were fighting with swords flashing and sabers flying.

The battle between the Sword Emperor and the Knife Emperor was thrilling and fierce. The two sides had fought for more than a hundred rounds.

The Sword Emperor's green sword turned into countless sword shadows, which drifted away like catkins in spring and flying snow in winter.

Completely enveloped the Sword Emperor.

The Sword Emperor did not panic. His Heaven-Slaying Sword transformed into huge circles of light, like a giant axe splitting the sky, with a deafening force.

The sword shadow and the knife light collided, the sound was deafening, and the figures of the two were completely submerged in the dazzling light.

After a while, both of them stopped, and a scar appeared on the Sword Emperor's chest.

There were three more sword wounds on Dao Huang's body, and bright red blood kept flowing out of their bodies.

At the scene, the old man riding on the toad was still looking at the two people in the decisive battle with a sneer, without saying a word.

"Master! I'm here to help you."

Seeing that Mo Chen was injured, Jin Buhuan became a little anxious and rushed towards Xuanjizi waving his Zhantian Sword.

"No need! I can still fight, you step back first." Mo Chen waved at Jin Buhuan.

"Master! This isn't a martial arts competition. Revenge is more important. Don't worry about the ethics of the martial arts world. Just kill him."

As he spoke, Jin Buhuan swung the Heaven-Slaying Sword, and the blade brought up a violent force, slashing towards Xuanjizi's body.

Xuanjizi dodged to the side and sneered, "You want to take my life? You are not qualified."

"And I!"

Mo Chen seemed to have figured it out and no longer cared about his face.

At this moment he was injured, more seriously than Xuanjizi.

If he were to use this last move by force, he would already be at the end of his strength and there would be no need for that.

Revenge is the most important thing now. The hatred for his father's murder and his wife's abduction made him crazy, and he came over with a long knife in hand.

Jin Buhuan is worthy of being the newly rising Sword King. He stayed with Mo Chen for more than 30 years before coming out.

He inherited all the sword skills from Mo Chen, and his sword movements were powerful and fierce.

With his support, the Sword Emperor felt a lot more relaxed, and his Heaven-Slaying Sword danced like the wind, invincible.

After twenty moves, Xuanjizi was already at a disadvantage, with another knife wound on his body. He fended left and right, but gradually felt exhausted.

Jin Buhuan used a move called White Rainbow Piercing the Sun, and the bright sword light slashed towards Xuanjizi's neck like a whirlwind.

Xuanjizi raised his sword to block it, but Mo Chen was like a ghost, and a strange knife light slashed towards his waist.

The Sword Emperor's sword was extremely swift, and the angles of his attacks were tricky and strange.

Xuanjizi was parrying Jin Buhuan's Zhantian Sword, and was now unable to dodge Daohuang's attack, and was about to die under Mo Chen's sword.

"Who dares to hurt my master?"

A loud shout resounded through the sky, and Chengfeng rushed in like a flash of lightning, carrying a sharp sword light and instantly joining the battle.

Chengfeng's experience in Xishan was bizarre, and he still couldn't understand it.

But it was getting late, so he had to put away his sword, take the two prey down from the tree, and hurried back.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I saw my master in deep crisis.

Chengfeng dropped his prey, rushed into the battle circle with his sword raised, and instantly fought with Daohuang and Jinbuhuan.

After just a few moves, the tip of the sword in Chengfeng's hand was cut off by Daohuang's Zhantian Sword.

"What a powerful weapon!" Although Chengfeng was shocked, he showed no fear and continued fighting.

"who?"

Dao Huang looked at Cheng Feng in surprise. He never expected that this young man who suddenly broke in could fight with them for more than fifty rounds without being defeated despite being unfavorable with weapons.

The old man riding the toad also stared at Chengfeng intently, with a complicated expression on his face, seeming to be amazed and expectant.