Burning light.

The strongest person in the Holy Land of Burning Purification, except for Burning Ye 놌 Shang 늊.

His current realm has reached the ninth level of perfection in the Void Realm, and he is half a step away from becoming a Mahayana Buddha.

But 놛 is not actually 놌 fashion.

To be precise, it is a monster - a Bodhi tree that is enlightened by the monks who have burned their karma.

He was already there when Burning Industry was still establishing the Burning Purification Holy Land, and after the Burning Purification Holy Land was established, he grew into a human form from the Bodhi tree.

In a sense, 놛 is the guardian beast of the Fenjing Holy Land.

"Kill without mercy? What a big tone."

Chen Huaian drew his sword and went forward, too lazy to waste time talking.

"Come on!" Fen Guang's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he put his hands together and raised one hand forward, not waving his palm but grabbing Chen Huaian who was slashing with a sword: "I have heard that the swordsmanship of the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion is the best in the world, but I don't know if the rumor is true? Today I, Fen Kong, have come to learn from him!"

The voice fell.

The burning light in Chen Huaian's field of vision gradually moved away.

As a result, the Nine Dragons Holy Pavilion behind him was getting farther and farther away.

Time seemed to be stretched out at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, the Burning Holy Land separated by a membrane disappeared, and all the monks who followed him disappeared. What he held in his hand was not the Black Scale Sword, but a dry branch.

The blood moon was hanging in the sky, and the water surface was reflecting the blood moon, dyeing the water blood red.

On the blood moon in the water stood a man in black clothes, his feet stepping on a bodhi leaf, holding a black-scale sword, his full head of gray hair like a waterfall, moving without wind.

"Hey, you transformed into the appearance of 녤尊, are you 녤尊?"

Chen Huaian glanced at the dead branches in the grass and sneered.

Buddhism is best at magic.

It seemed as if it was being burned out and dragged silently into the small world.

That's right, the incarnation now uses only the ninth level of Dongxu, not the half-step Mahayana, let alone the Mahayana. It's normal for Fen Guang to be defeated first in the home court.

"Perhaps what the donor said is right." Chen Huaian, who was transformed by the burning light, smiled strangely: "But as long as I kill the donor today, I will be the donor from now on. After all, I will replace everything of the donor. Even if I am not the donor, what difference does it make?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fen Guang had already raised the black scale sword and slashed at him.

Chen Huaian stared at the burning light.

Indeed, raising the realm to Mahayana at this moment can easily defeat the enemy.

But what's the point?

The incarnation of Cang Yunjie is just the incarnation of 놛 after all. Simply using the realm to crush 놛 will only make 놛 more and more dependent on the incarnation. If one day, the incarnation disappears, or even becomes your enemy, as in this scene before your eyes, how can you defeat it?

“I’m not the same person I used to be.”

Chen Huaian muttered to himself, looked at the sword light getting closer and closer, and closed his eyes.

The real world is getting farther and farther away.

In the illusion, Chen Huaian's body was empty, and the black scale sword had fallen at his feet without him knowing when.

But suddenly, a sword formed entirely of Yin and Yang sword intent appeared in his mind.

놛 held out his sword towards Fen Guang.

In the Bodhi illusion, Chen Huaian opened his eyes, picked up the ridiculous dead branch and slashed at the burning Chen Huaian with a sword.

The sword is never in the 꿛.

The sword is always in my heart.

놛 has long ceased to be obsessed with the shape of the sword.

The scenes of conversation with Dang Kang emerged in his mind, and myriad insights into the sword burst out at this moment.

All melted into the dead branches!

In the illusion, the Black Scale Sword was still on the ground, but there was an extra Black Scale Sword formed by sword intent in Chen Huaian's body.

In the illusion, the dead branches burst out with sharp sword energy, and although it arrived later, it pierced towards Fen Guang's eyebrows at an astonishing speed.

In the real world, the holy land of burning purity is enveloped by thousands of Buddha lights.

Fen Guang, who was originally confident, stood half a meter in front of Chen Huaian.

놛's face was pale and he stared blankly at Chen Huaian.

The sword formed by sword intent pierced through the center of his brows, and the tip of the sword broke through the back of his head, rolling up blood and dispersing into a red mist.

"You...how can you stab this poor monk?"

The illusion was broken, Chen Huaian opened his eyes, and his gaze fell indifferently on Fen Guang:

"Your magical powers are very powerful, and you have mastered the illusion to perfection, but... you shouldn't use a sword, because you don't understand swords."

"You know swords?" Fen Guang's face was ferocious. "You are only at the ninth level of the Void Realm. What can you understand?!"

"No one knows swords better than you, Lord." Chen Huaian stood with his sword on his back and nodded slightly.

Even Zhang Yibai couldn't refute this statement.

What Zhang Yibai understood was the Yin-Yang sword intent, and what he realized from it was reincarnation. Reincarnation is not pure swordsmanship.

And the Tao that 놛 comprehended was the sword.

It is the sharpness that cuts through everything, the courage to move forward, and the return to nature after a thousand hammers and chains.

"When the Venerable attained enlightenment, he was still just a golden elixir."

"Bullshit!" Fen Guang looked at the smile on Chen Huaian's face and became angry.

He released all his strength and instantly transformed into a golden Bodhi tree. The huge trunk almost completely enveloped the Burning Holy Land behind him. A thunderous howl echoed among the treetops: "What a bullshit sword art! Look, I will break your way today!"

Before he finished his words, golden vines shot up into the air, exploded like thunder, and smashed towards Chen Huaian.

Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes and looked up.

The sky was completely obscured by the burning vines, but, so what? The sword is so sharp that it can break anything. How can a mere bodhi tree stop it?

"Ancestor of Jian Ge, this Bodhi tree of mine has been nurtured for three thousand years. Each strand is as hard as a top-grade spiritual weapon. If you can cut off one strand, can you cut off countless strands?"

Fen Guang’s wild laughter was like thunder.

Chen Huaian said nothing, and just casually swung out with his sword.

It was like waving away the dust in front of my eyes.

Wherever the sword passed, the void collapsed inch by inch and the air was drawn into a vacuum state.

In the absolute vacuum, sword light emerged.

The fallen vines were cut into countless pieces.

Chen Huaian swung the sword again, and the speed of the sword became faster and faster. The sword light gradually wrapped the three sides in front of him into an airtight silver-white sword curtain. The vines were strangled into sawdust the moment they fell on the sword curtain.

“So… so strong!”

The disciples of the Zhenwu Holy Land were stunned by this scene.

The bodhi tree transformed by the burning light was extremely huge, and Chen Huaian stood in the vines like a small boat in a storm, which could be swallowed up at any time, but it was like an indestructible fortress.

"How is this possible! How can you stop my attack?"

The burning light made his eyes bloodshot.

놛’s little world is 놛’s Bodhi tree.

But even if he used up all the power of the small world, he couldn't get within three feet of Chen Huaian.

The space within three meters is like another space.

It is the space of the sword, it is Chen Huaian’s way.

And your way is so humble...

Can't even touch it.

"It's meaningless." Chen Huaian shook his head: "The ninth level of perfection in the Void Realm is just the threshold for friendship with the Venerable. Your Tao... is not pure enough!"

The voice fell.

The spiritual energy of the entire Xumi Realm instantly gathered towards Chen Huaian.

The countless small worlds floating in the Xumi Realm were like glass balls piled on a cloth. At this moment, the cloth was pulled by a huge force, and the glass balls shattered into pieces.

The sword intent condensed in Chen Huaian's body.

Then it bloomed the moment the Black Scale Sword was unsheathed.

A gust of wind whistled past, passing through a distance of ten feet, passing through the spreading vines, blowing through countless Bodhi leaves, and penetrating through the burning light that was sitting cross-legged in the Bodhi tree.

The sword roared like thunder.

Fen Guang's body was torn into pieces.

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