What a speed!
This was the first time for many leaders of Jianghu sects to see Zhou Xuanxin's Lingxu movement.
Even the well-informed Shaolin Sandu was greatly surprised. Zhou Xuanxin felt as if his eyes were blurred and he was several feet away.
"If we didn't fight each other with internal strength just now, but used moves to fight..."
"The speed of this Zhou Shaoxia's attacks is probably the only one our brothers and sisters have ever seen in our lives!"
"I thought that the leader Zhang Wuji a few days ago was already the most talented person in the world!"
"But I never thought that this young hero Zhou Xuanxin has a much higher level of cultivation!"
At this moment, Zhou Xuanxin's fingertips condensed the power of a single yang finger. The power was so pure and fierce that he was able to restrain all the evil spirits in the world.
I heard the old monk on the treetop scream in pain, turned over and fell down.
When everyone saw the old monk's appearance, they were all shocked.
This old monk was actually Shaolin Yuanzhen who died in front of everyone during the previous siege of Guangmingding!
At the same time, it was also the extremely mysterious great master in the arena—Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand Cheng Kun.
When the monks saw that Yuan Zhen had come back from the dead, they were happy at first, and then became suspicious.
If it was for no reason, why bother to fake death to show others?
Moreover, Yuan Zhen was always very young, so why did he look so old after not seeing her for just a few months?
Sure enough, the old monk stood up slowly, only his facial features were vaguely similar to before.
His face was covered with wrinkles and ravines, making him look like an old man in his seventies or eighties.
Zhou Xuanxin smiled coldly.
"Everyone, the person in front of you is the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand Chengkun!"
"What Xie Shiwang did in his early years was all because this man killed Xie Shiwang's whole family. Xie Shiwang deliberately lured him out, so he did something wrong."
"This person has ulterior motives and is hiding in Shaolin. One is to hide his whereabouts, and the other is to secretly learn Shaolin martial arts. These three are to use his unique phantom yin skills to absorb the vitality of the holy places in the world!"
When these few words were spoken, everyone in the world took a breath.
And the Shaolin monks even felt chills running down their spines!
Just because the information contained in these sentences, the more knowledgeable you are, the more it sounds like a nightmare.
Not to mention anything else, just talking about absorbing Yuanling's luck is extremely harmful.
Zhou Xuanxin must have explained everything about how the Quanzhen sect's luck lotus withered before, and how he was able to break the absorption power of Huanyin's fingers.
When all the heroes in the world heard it at first, they didn't take it seriously, but then, the more they listened, the more they felt admiration.
To reshape the Luck Lotus and recreate the situation is such an extraordinary skill.
What's more, you have to use your mind to break the great master's power hidden in it that absorbs luck.
How ambitious is this?
When he looked at Cheng Kun again, some people who had suffered losses in competitions under Cheng Kun in the early years gradually saw the clues.
"The old monk's features indeed look like Cheng Kun!"
Everyone knows that only when the body's protective energy is broken and the realm falls sharply can such rapid aging occur.
Looking at it this way, although what Zhou Xuanxin said was extremely shocking, it was also reasonable.
Cheng Kun had a gloomy look on his face and felt extremely resentful in his heart.
He originally spread his phantom yin to the pure holy land of the West Sea.
Secretly absorbing the luck of Zen Buddhism from all the great sects.
From this, one attains the state of a great master.
Among them, the place where the luck lotus is most abundant and flourishing is the Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain.
Nine blooms and nine flowers take over the fortune of heaven and earth.
But Zhou Xuanxin was born.
With one sword strike, the phantom Yin finger power that he had planned with 90%25 of his mind was cut off in one fell swoop!
What was cut off by this sword slash was not a wisp of vitality from Wanli Bu Control.
It is Cheng Kun's purest concentration of skills.
Once it is broken, the realm will collapse thousands of miles away!
From a strong man in the Grand Master realm, he fell to the ultimate level in one fell swoop.
The shape and appearance are also very old.
After hearing what Zhou Xuanxin did, not only Zhang Wuji felt inspired and generous, but also the heroes in the world who didn't know the hidden truth all nodded in agreement.
"Okay, it seems like this young hero has really brought great harm to the martial arts world!"
"I underestimated him before, but now it seems that I am narrow-minded."
"Looking at it this way, although Xie Xun suffered a lot of blood debt back then, it was not without reason..."
"But even so, the murder he committed cannot be erased. Although there is pain, after all, what he did is what he did."
All of a sudden, the heroes were talking about it.
If we talk about the past, Xie Xun's hands were full of blood debts and everyone was angry.
But after listening to what Zhou Xuanxin said, it seemed to be excusable.
But among the people present, there were many relatives, family members and old friends who had been killed by Xie Xun. How could such a blood feud be wiped out just by Zhou Xuanxin's words?
Within a short time, everyone present was divided into two groups, and they were noisy.
Some people say that Xie Xun was also deeply affected by it. He lived on a desert island for decades and became blind. He had suffered so much that he might as well let it go.
Some people also say that the ghosts of the past are still there, so how can we just let them go? The right way is to eliminate the evil and do everything possible.
Master Kongwen recited a few verses silently, no longer looking at Cheng Kun who was lying aside, but whispered.
"Young Master Zhou, although you haven't broken the Vajra Demon Circle openly, in my opinion, it's hard for Zen Master Sandu to defeat you. If you fight with hundreds of moves, you will have the upper hand."
"Therefore, it is up to you to decide whether or not the life of the layman Xie can be taken."
As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.
The martial arts cultivation that Zhou Xuanxin showed before has been clearly understood in everyone's mind, and it is truly incredible.
What's more, the ability to defeat the evil thief Cheng Kun is a great achievement in the martial arts world.
It is natural for him to decide Xie Xun's life and death.
And at this moment, I suddenly heard several Vajra sutras slowly being recited in a deep voice from the dungeon.
It was Xie Xun's voice.
The sound of chanting is rumbling and curling, seeming to be extremely deep and profound, yet also seems to be ethereal and unpredictable.
It contains the most profound principles of Buddhism.
Zhou Xuanxin listened for a moment and smiled knowingly.
"Where is the master who has done such a great job? Thanks to the Lion King, he understood the meaning of the scripture he just recited."
"My dear, Xie Xun, I did evil things in the past and died without redemption. How can I be forgiven lightly? Fortunately, now I can drum the bells in the evening and morning, be friends with scriptures, recite blessings, and end this remaining life. I am very lucky..."
Zhou Xuanxin heard the tone of this golden-haired lion king whom he had never met before, and his tone was as calm as a flat lake. It was obvious that he had gained peace in his heart.
The drums sound in the evening and the bells sound in the morning, and the scriptures are my friends.
This word "West" is not only Xie Xun's wish, why is it not his own wish?
Although Zhang Wuji was filled with tears, he understood Xie Xun's thoughts and finally nodded.
Then, Zhou Xuanxin's face turned cold and he looked sideways at Cheng Kun.
Cheng Kun's face was extremely pale, and it was obvious that his life was in danger.
"Hehehe... It's too late for you to destroy my cultivation today..."
When Cheng Kun's life was hanging by a thread, he showed an extremely cold murderous intention and a crazy smile.
"I have absorbed the luck of all the nine states in the world, but I am only the first level of a great master. Don't you think it's strange..."
Zhou Xuanxin's eyebrows tightened. He had already had doubts about this.
"Do you know what the most holy man who has lived for a thousand years is going to do..."
Cheng Kun's life is passing by little by little.
But Zhou Xuanxin had no sympathy for such evil people.
In fact, the methods can be called cruel.
I saw him moving his fingers like flying, with the head pointing at the Chengkuntan acupoint.
A surge of internal energy rushed into the body, and in a short period of time, his life was in danger, and he was forced back with severe pain.
Cheng Kun's screams echoed through the top of Shaoshi Mountain.
When the heroes saw each other, they looked at each other, and no one dared to speak easily.
"Something that has lived for a thousand years, I don't know what kind of bastard you are talking about."
"Who is behind you? I want a name today."
"Otherwise, even if you arrive at Jiuyou Yama, I will bring you back in one piece."
Chengkuntan's central acupoint felt as if it was being twisted by thousands of knives, and he howled loudly.
But Zhou Xuanxin remained cold-hearted and his strength was only strong but not weak.
After a while, Cheng Kun suddenly raised his head and shouted.
"Emperor...Emperor Shakten!"
