Cao Ya hesitated about whether or not to save Meng Qi.

To him, a martial artist with all nine orifices open could be killed with a flick of his finger.

Moreover, An Guoxie, the "White-headed Vulture," has committed countless heinous acts and deserves to die.

The problem is that Meng Qi is now under the watchful eye of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. If he acts rashly, will he attract the attention of the Demon Buddha or some other powerful figure?

What Cao Ya needs to do now is to sever ties with key figures like Meng Qi and quietly develop his strength.

Only after hearing the legend can one feel a little more relaxed.

But until we reach the other side, it's far from time to completely relax.

"Meng Qi is a pawn of the Demon Buddha and the Three Pure Ones, and his relationship is of great importance. No one can kill him, not even legends, not even destiny! There is a slight possibility on the other side."

“An ‘white-headed vulture’ An Guoxie has absolutely no chance of killing Meng Qi. On the contrary, he will become the driving force for Meng Qi’s growth and accelerate his rise.”

So... let's just forget about it.

“Meng Qi will enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation space for training once, and upon his return, he will be able to turn the tables on An Guoxie. This is a stepping stone for Meng Qi’s advancement. If I interfere, what if I anger the Demon Buddha? Wouldn’t I be wiped out on the spot?”

Cao Ya was extremely wary of those powerful figures who manipulated time and space.

Everyone would be afraid; otherwise, why would there be the saying, "The will of Heaven has always been difficult to fathom"?

The meaning of "the other shore" is the will of Heaven.

Cao Ya soared across the sky and flew towards the small mountain where Xuan Bei and the Crying Old Man were dueling.

At this moment, countless sandstorms swept across the vast sea, and for miles around, flying sand and stones surged toward the top of the small mountain.

The oasis at the foot of the mountain withered instantly, and the cattle, sheep and herders stood dehydrated and stiff, like dried corpses.

Cao Ya could also see that the earth was cracking inch by inch, just like a natural disaster!

The power of the peak of outdoor scenery is like a natural disaster.

The Crying Old Man is most skilled in the "Wild Sand Divine Skill" and the "Eighteen Songs of the Wrongful Soul," making him an unparalleled old demon who roams the Western Regions!

A terrifyingly powerful expert among the world's best!

In the current real world, there are three lists: the Heavenly List, the Earthly List, and the Human List.

The Ranking of People is aimed at the younger generation, those who have reached the Enlightenment stage.

The Earth Ranking is not limited; it includes martial arts experts at the peak of the Outer Realm and even those at the half-step Dharma Body level.

The Heavenly Ranking is for experts at the Dharma Body Realm, and there is no limit to the number of people who can be listed, but there are usually only about ten.

Is the Dharmakaya easily attained?

The Crying Old Man ranks thirty-third on the Earthly Ranking, already standing at the pinnacle of this era. Even if some reclusive powerhouses are included, the Crying Old Man can at least be ranked in the top one hundred.

Of course, in the next few decades, when all the ancient immortals, gods, demons and monsters will be resurrected, let alone the peak of the outer realm or the half-step Dharma body realm, even the Dharma body realm human immortals will be just ordinary. Earth immortals and heaven immortals will be slightly better, and only those above the legendary level will have any prestige.

Cao Ya shook his head; now was not the time to think about such things.

The Crying Old Man, this inhuman fiend, has committed countless heinous acts; today is his death day.

Centered on the small hilltop, the sand dunes resembled dragons, obscuring the sky and swirling upwards in concentric circles, as if the most terrifying sandstorm were about to arrive.

Amidst the swirling, swirling sandstorm, shadowy figures could be vaguely seen, twisting and turning, formless and intangible, exuding a chilling aura, their cries piercing, as they relentlessly lunged towards the summit.

This is precisely the "Evil Ghosts Claiming Life" from the Eighteen Songs of the Wronged Souls, activated by the Crying Old Man's Mad Sand Divine Skill!

At the foot of the mountain, the lush oasis withered rapidly amidst the flying sand and stones, turning the ground a desolate yellow, as if all the moisture had been drained away. The cattle, sheep, and herders all stood frozen in place, their skin and muscles dehydrating inch by inch. Faint black shadows seemed to fly out of their bodies and fly towards the evil spirits on the mountaintop.

This terrifying scene did not stop at the hill and the nearby oasis, but spread to a radius of hundreds of miles, trying to drain the souls of all living things and wither the entire earth.

Outside the village of Liusha, shrouded in sandstorms, the soil, which was still relatively normal, was dry and cracked, extending from the direction of the small hill all the way into the village and then to the area behind it.

At the market, pedestrians froze, their movements slow, their skin withered, and dark shadows struggling to emerge from their bodies.

The wind and sand pounded against the outside of the first house in the vast desert, making a dense, crackling sound. The seemingly dilapidated inn swayed and creaked, as if it would soon lose its moisture, turn to dust, and collapse to the ground.

Inside the inn, the guests at each table, like the herdsmen outside, all became dazed and about to lose their souls.

Qu Jiuniang stepped out of the guest room, her eyebrows raised in anger, and shouted loudly, "You old geezer, watch out for divine retribution! What did my inn ever do to you!"

As she coldly cursed, a chill seemed to sweep through the inn, and the guests who were dining and staying there all shivered, sobering up and looking at each other with lingering fear. At the same time, the wooden planks on the exterior walls of the inn no longer showed any signs of dehydration, but they were still swaying and creaking under the wind and sand.

"A battle between grandmasters is terrifying..."

The guests muttered to themselves, realizing that they were dozens of miles away from where the fight had taken place, and that they had almost had their souls sucked away. If it weren't for the mysterious Qu Jiuniang, they probably wouldn't have escaped this calamity.

Qu Jiuniang's face also darkened. She looked up at the battleground and said, "Xuan Jie (Cao Ya's Buddhist name), can you really defeat the Crying Old Man?"

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Buzz~~~

Cao Ya transformed into light, golden rays surging, tearing through the raging sands, as if the sun were revealing its brilliance.

At the summit of the small mountain, Xuan Bei chuckled softly, plucked the dark gold prayer beads, and chanted sutras in a low voice. Rays of light emanated from his hands, making most of the summit appear like a Buddhist sanctuary.

"Senior Brother Xuanjie, you've arrived. Congratulations on breaking through to the ninth level of the Outer Realm." Xuanbei chanted a sutra, his power vibrating through the air, yet he uttered a single sentence.

He wasn't entirely confident he could stop the Weeping Old Man, but now that his senior brother Xuanjie, who had reached the peak of the Outer Realm, had arrived, and with the brothers working together, he even dared to hope that he could keep the Weeping Old Man.

Although Xuanbei was curious about how Senior Brother Xuanjie had broken through to the ninth level of the Outer Realm and surpassed him, he did not ask indiscriminately.

Every martial artist has their own secrets.

He has it too.

The old man's face was grim, and he said in a cold voice:

"Intentionally lured me out? Shaolin monks, you've got some clever schemes. I think you should all go into government service."

Cao Ya arrived and, without saying a word, immediately threw a punch.

Then he said loudly:

"Crying for an old man is useless. You've done so many bad things, you deserve to die!"

His killing intent was palpable, and he threw another punch.

It seemed to fill the entire universe, its fist gleaming with golden light, revealing an aura of immortality.

Unlike the Weeping Old Man, Cao Ya's power was extremely concentrated. He used a single point to break through the entire area, instantly shattering the flying sand and stones created by the Weeping Old Man. The dark figures were then left to Xuan Bei.

Xuanbei's "Maha Subduing Demon Fist" is the nemesis of the "Eighteen Songs of the Crying Old Man's Wrongful Soul"!

Otherwise, with so many complete Dharma Body techniques at Shaolin Temple, why would Xuanbei bother to practice the "Maha Subduing Demon Fist," which lacks important scriptures?

"Those from reputable and righteous sects are accustomed to bullying the weak with numbers!"

The old man, his expression cold and his tone mocking, said:

"Because of Su Wuming's sword, I have been in hiding for many years. I will use the lives of you two bald monks to announce my return to the world!"

"One day, I will take back that sword strike from Su Wuming!"