Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

The prince and the monk's aura changed once again.

This time, the two resumed their respective identities.

Zhenwu and Tathagata, Taoist arts and Buddhist teachings, once again attached themselves to each other.

At their level, if they want to die, they can only fight a mortal enemy of equal strength.

Only when both sides exhaust their vital essence, causing life to dissipate, can death occur.

If a martial arts master doesn't want to die, he can live for a very long time.

Living for a thousand years won't be a big problem.

However, within the imperial dynasty, those who can become Martial Venerables are all exceptional individuals.

Such figures, who have reached the pinnacle, will naturally have their own enemies along the way.

For example, Zhenwu and Tathagata.

If Tathagata doesn't want to fight and only runs away, then Zhenwu really can't do anything to him.

But how could someone like Tathagata run away when faced with a real life-or-death battle?

Or rather, most of the martial masters in the dynasty possessed a bloodthirstiness and temperament that were rare to find in the world.

For these exceptional talents, merely existing is an insult to themselves.

When faced with a life-or-death battle, they would fight the enemy head-on.

Even with such a powerful dynasty, the approach to these sects was still to proceed cautiously, and that was precisely the reason.

If a foreign martial lord's own power is wiped out, he might run away, but within the imperial dynasty, he will truly fight to the death.

Instead of fighting against the Martial Venerable of the Dynasty, they used their trump card to shift their own power.

Then find a city to self-destruct, and even Yun Wujing wouldn't dare say he could stop it immediately.

As for why it's mostly Martial Venerables, it's naturally because there are exceptions like the White Lotus Holy Mother.

At this moment, the two top Taoist and Buddhist masters, who had died once before, once again chose the path they had taken in their previous lives.

Fight to the death, until both perish.

"The Buddha's realm is boundless."

The monk rushed toward the prince, but the closer he got to the prince, the more majestic his compassionate aura became.

When they arrived before the prince, the abbot of the Great Thunderclap Temple, Tathagata, appeared in the world once again.

"The Three Tribulations of the Dao".

The prince also rushed towards the monk, just like the monk. The closer he got to the monk, the more oppressive the monk's gentle and refreshing aura became.

When the prince and the monks started fighting, the Demon-Slaying Emperor reappeared.

Looking up at the sky, both of them had lived out their own lives, and then... reached the pinnacle.

Xuanyuan looked at the scene on the field with some emotion, and turned to look at the Lord of War.

"What are you looking at?"

Looking at Xuanyuan's inexplicable gaze, Bingzhu asked, somewhat bewildered.

"Alas, back then..." As soon as Xuanyuan spoke, an atmosphere of melancholy and sorrow spread.

Even Yin Tang's expression was filled with nostalgia.

Isn't he and Jie the same?

An era cannot have only one genius performing a solo act.

Even a monstrous figure like the Jade Emperor, whose power dominated an era, is remembered by later generations as Maitreya.

"Shut up. Without Shennong, I could beat you into calling me daddy."

The warlord rolled his eyes, directly interrupting the melancholy atmosphere on the field.

"Pfft." Upon hearing this, Yin Tang couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Yan Qingling leaned on Li Qingfeng's shoulder and pretended to be asleep.

Seeing this, Li Junsu closed his eyes again and began to absorb the memories of the battle.

"What did you say?!" As expected, Xuanyuan was furious upon hearing this, and her face turned red at a visible speed.

Then, Xuanyuan and Bingzhu began to greet each other.

The Zhenwu and Tathagata on the field knew nothing about the extraordinary people on the summit of Mount Ling.

At this moment, they summoned back their weapons.

Then, the two looked at each other, their eyes showing the same understanding, and smiles appeared in their eyes.

The two disappeared at the same time, only to reappear at the same time.

"Back then, it was with the Three Difficulties and One Sword that I pierced your left rib."

Zhenwu pierced Tathagata's heart with his sword, and raised one hand with a smile.

"And I broke your left arm with my Demon-Subduing Staff."

With a smile, Buddha waved his staff and smashed Zhenwu's hand.

"How long did our life-or-death battle last?"

"March."

As the two exchanged blows, each move was imbued with their own familiar killing intent.

At the same time, each of them increased the strength of their original attachments to the limit.

Back then, Zhenwu and Tathagata both unleashed their full power in every move.

The two fought for three months at this intensity.

Manjushri in the sky looked at the familiar scene below, his eyes momentarily dazed.

Seeing that Manjushri was distracted, Donghuang Zhong grabbed the Po Sha Sword and thrust it forward.

"Don't get distracted."

The roar of the vajra interrupted Manjushri's reverie.

At this moment, Vajra Pestle, wielding the Heavenly Dragon Staff, was locked in a fierce battle with the Eastern Emperor Bell, who was carrying the Demon-Slaying Sword.

Rather than letting the Heavenly Dragon Staff, a traitor within the organization, run rampant, the Vajra Pestle felt it was better to just be a proper weapon.

"The ancestral weapon wielding the ancestral weapon, truly a wonder of the world." Manjushri murmured to himself as he looked at the two facing off.

"Pure Yang Sword!"

Seeing that he could not take down the Vajra Pestle, Donghuang Zhong roared angrily, intending to wield two heavenly weapons to directly kill Manjushri.

"Big breasts, no brains, and a perky butt—this is the epitome of a Taoist idiot."

When the Pure Relic saw that the Pure Yang Sword wanted to run away, it immediately started to mock him.

"What did you say?!"

Sure enough, Chunyang Sword, known for his straightforward temper, blushed instantly upon hearing such vulgar language and the word "idiot."

"Hey, you're not getting impatient, are you?"

"I didn't say anything to you, so you admitted it yourself?"

"What an idiot."

The Pure Relic looked at the Pure Yang Sword, first with an exaggeratedly sarcastic tone, then suddenly sneered and rolled its eyes.

"You die!"

Looking at the Pure Yang Sword locked in a fierce battle with the Pure Relic, Donghuang Zhong could only sigh.

It's not Chunyang Sword's fault; if it were her, she would have fought the Pure Relic to the death.

Donghuang Zhong composed himself and activated the Po Sha Sword with all his might.

"Seven Stars Curse".

The Eastern Emperor Bell suddenly shouted.

"Not even close!"

The Seven Stars Above, drawing in the stars, respond in kind.

Looking at the Seven Stars of Evil that were drawing stars into the sky, and then at the Eastern Emperor Bell wielding the Demon-Slaying Sword in front of him, Vajra Pestle felt a headache coming on.

If it weren't for the traitor Tianlongzhang, how much easier would things have been for her?

The battle in the sky has come to an end.

The same applies off the field.

Black Dao runes began to spread from the Demon Emperor's sword.

That was the Xuanwu Ode of Zhenwu, and as the Daoist text appeared, the stars in the sky twinkled.

Xuanwu governs the seven northern constellations and is associated with death.

If a Martial Venerable comprehends one of the seven constellations, he can master a killing move.

The True Martial Sword can unleash seven killing moves simultaneously.

On the other side, Buddhist script also appeared on the staff of the Tathagata.

Moved by the Buddhist texts, a colossal Buddha statue, obscuring the sky, suddenly rose from the ground at Lingshan.

The chanting of Buddhist scriptures filled the air, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere.

This is the Buddha's light shining everywhere; the Buddha's light can dissolve all things that are not Buddhist teachings.

The Taoist ancestral soldiers in the sky suddenly felt themselves being suppressed.

Seeing this, Vajra was overjoyed and was about to interrupt the Seven Stars' deadly attack.

But soon, the starlight of the seven northern constellations restored the Taoist ancestral soldiers to normal.

"With this move, our weapons shattered simultaneously."

Zhenwu looked at the familiar Buddha statue and chuckled softly.

"Next, it will be close combat."

The Buddha replied with a smile.

Both of them chose the optimal solution back then.

Starlight and the phantom of Xuanwu appeared in the sky.

Zhenwu has made his move.

Even the Buddha moved.

The Dao Sword clashed with the Zen Staff once again.

This time, the power of Xuanwu and the Seven Star Killing Moves erupted simultaneously.

On the other side, the power of the dragon and elephant, carrying the essence of ten thousand Buddhas, exploded with a roar.

The next instant, both the Taoist and Buddhist ancestral weapons that were still clashing in the sky were blasted away.

The rocks and rubble from the surrounding mountains were completely pulverized.

The martial arts masters who were hiding and watching the show were all shaken out.

Beimen Jue still couldn't protect the Great Thunderclap Temple, which was completely reduced to ruins in this attack.

The two people in the center laughed as they looked at the Dao sword and Zen staff in their hands, which were crumbling inch by inch.

Even half-heavenly soldiers couldn't withstand their respective killing moves.

A dazzling golden light and a deep black glow erupted simultaneously.

Manjushri, who had been blasted away, looked at the familiar scene before him and shook his head with a smile.

"Having lived once, I still choose the same outcome, the same stubbornness."

Manjushri watched the strange phenomenon gradually dissipate, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Next, there were two figures still fighting amidst the ruins."

Manjushri sighed inwardly as he watched the billowing smoke and dust.

Sure enough, as the smoke and dust dissipated, the upper half of Tathagata's robe had burst open, revealing his smooth skin covered in wounds.

Meanwhile, Zhenwu on the other side was no longer as imposing as before.

The upper body clothing was torn, and there were traces of blood seeping out.

The two resumed close-quarters combat.

Given a second chance at life, Yin Tang chose to enjoy it.

The Lord of War and the Xuanyuan Clan even traveled together.

However, Zhenwu and Tathagata chose to follow the same path as they had in life.

"It's almost... over."

Manjushri looked at the familiar scene on the field, his eyes momentarily dazed.

In his memory, this happened two months after the two sides had been fighting.

But now, in just seven days, it has come to this?

"A physical battle, in the end... Xuanwu Fist versus Tathagata Palm."

"The very essence and vitality of both sides collapsed simultaneously."

Seeing this, Manjushri slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the dawn in the sky, and thought to himself.

"I'm not as stubborn as you, Buddha."

Manjushri chuckled inwardly as he listened to the chilling sounds of close combat.

"After you finish fighting Zhenwu, I will rebuild the Great Thunder Temple."

"At least... let the spiritual spring continue to exist for another three years, so that it can benefit the people."

Manjushri slowly closed his eyes.

As for himself, he naturally chose to pass away peacefully.

Rather than dying in the war between Taoism and Buddhism like in his previous life, he preferred to do more for the people.

Manjushri closed his eyes, and the memories slowly resurfaced.

......

"Doing good deeds leads to global harmony?"

The young Manjushri looked at the monk before him with shining eyes.

"Yes, would you like to travel with me?"

The young Buddha smiled and extended his hand.

"I am willing!"

Without hesitation, Manjushri grasped the hand of the person before him.

At that time, one of them entered the main hall, and the other entered the inner room.

Two little kids, yet they have the ambition to change the world.

One of the sacred Buddhist sites, Da Lei Yin Temple.

It was through the playful banter of the two children that they appeared in the river of time.

Manjushri slowly opened his eyes, looked at the back of his longtime friend, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I haven't seen any change in the world, but you're a swindler and outrageous guy, making my days unbearable."

Manjushri was internally complaining.

However, Manjushri's lips slowly curled up.

Having companions walking side by side on the same road is a great blessing.

"enough."

Manjushri murmured to himself one last time.

At this moment, amidst the shattered ruins, the morning light shone on the center of the temple, making it resemble a martial arts training ground.

Two prodigies, in this somewhat peculiar martial arts arena, are interpreting their own path.

Beside him sat a compassionate monk, like the Buddha.

This scene left Beimen Jue, who was watching the battle, feeling somewhat emotional.

Upright people always have a good appearance.

If it were a demon, everyone would be happy for both sides to perish together.

"pity."

Bei Menjue murmured to himself.

His strength is not much different from that of Zhenwu Tathagata.

He saw it too.

Everything has come to an end.

"It's time to finish."

Li Qingfeng looked at the situation on the field and felt somewhat emotional.

He could understand what the two people below were thinking.

Or rather, this is a common trait among the strong.

One's resolve is firm and unwavering.

"Thankfully, I succeeded."

Li Qingfeng looked at his lover, who had fallen asleep with his head on his shoulder, and felt incredibly fortunate.

Yan Qingling had been pretending to be asleep, resting her head on Li Qingfeng's shoulder, but the familiar, faint floral scent made her fall asleep without realizing it.

"So cute."

Li Qingfeng felt the small weight on his shoulder and sighed inwardly once again.

This small weight represents his entire world.

"I said, let's die together."

On the other side, the warlord clearly didn't have so many thoughts and remained as direct as ever.

"Bullshit, Buddha will definitely win."

Xuanyuan retorted directly.

"Why are not you talking?"

"I don't want to talk too much to idiots."

"you!"

"Pfft...cough, it's nothing."

Yin Tang laughed again, but this time, Xuanyuan Shi turned his gaze towards him.

Yin Tang quickly raised his hand, signaling himself to shut up.

"Let's practice later."

Xuanyuan looked at Yin Tang in front of him with shining eyes.

There's a ready-made sandbag right in front of us... Do the younger generation need to be taught?

"do not!"

"Rejection invalid."