Chapter 119 Ecstasy

Zhong Changhen had already sealed the sword for thirty years.

The reason for sealing the sword was not only because of the great battle thirty years ago, but also because he had personally killed his master.

It was more about the truth that the Extreme Radiance Sword Immortal, who had not yet entered the Devil Dao, had told him before.

The heavier the holder, the more cautious it is to use it.

The young man had once scoffed at these words, but after witnessing his master enter the Devil Realm, he almost destroyed the thousand-year foundation of the Linglong Pavilion. The weight of this sentence was evident.

However, sealing the sword didn't mean that he wouldn't be able to use it

Instead, it was for the sake of waving a better sword at the right time.

Now was the right time.

"You're courting death!" A dense murderous aura surged from Zhong Changhen's eyebrows. At that moment, the long sword stabbed into the ground let out a clear cry and abruptly escaped back to the top of his head.

The divine light in his eyes condensed as his hands formed sword-like fingers, forming several dark and raw imprints. The sharp sword hanging above his head transformed into ten, a hundred, a hundred, and a thousand, appearing behind him in a dense crowd.

Afterwards, his true essence surged, and his surging sword intent was like violet energy that came from the east, and it covered the sky and covered the sun.

The sky darkened a little.

The red-robed old man's clothes fluttered, and his body was wrapped in countless divine swords, surrounded by surging sword intent to protect his body.

He stood out of thin air, his eyebrows cold, as if a Sword Immortal had appeared in the world.

The little monk raised his head and looked at the old man in the sky. His eyebrows sank, and hostility finally surged in his clear eyes.

"If you persist in not comprehending your mistakes, you should be killed!" His tender voice suddenly turned cold at that moment.

After saying this, the golden light around him flourished, and a golden Buddha statue appeared behind him.

The statue of the Buddha was dignified and majestic. From the moment it appeared, a leisurely Brahma voice rang out, and its momentum was terrifying.

"You're just being mysterious." Zhong Changhen snorted coldly.

One of his hands suddenly stretched out upwards, his fingers stretched out, and he looked like he was holding the heavens.

"Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow, the primordial universe."

Then, a roar like a heavenly voice rang out from his mouth, and the divine sword behind him flew out like a royal decree at that moment.

The long sword poured towards the little monk like a torrential rain of pear blossoms. The densely packed swords were almost connected in a single line, vast and endless. Sword light flickered between heaven and earth, as if it had already cut through it.

"Humph!" The little monk's face was silent. He let out a cold snort and took a step forward. His young and tender hand extended towards the flying sword, as if he wanted to use his weak flesh and blood body to block the powerful sword formation that was capable of annihilating an immortal.

Of course, this was far from the truth.

As the little monk's hand was stretched out, the huge Buddha statue behind him slowly moved.

The Buddha statue was truly too huge, so much so that every tiny movement he made would emit bursts of muffled thunderous sounds, striking the eardrums of everyone present.

The Buddha statue stretched out his hand, moving slowly and heavily, giving everyone a tremendous sense of pressure.

What was extremely miraculous was that the slowly stretched out Buddha statue palm and the whistling Sword Dragon arrived in front of the little monk at the same time, neither too early nor too late.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

…

How did the brittle sounds of metal collisions arise at that time?

The sound was ear-piercing and concentrated, as if a storm had struck the drum surface.

After colliding with that palm, countless flying swords flew towards the surroundings and pierced into the ground like defeated soldiers. Zhong Changhen's powerful attack was actually unable to break through the defenses of that palm.

The surrounding people didn't dare to touch this edge and retreated to avoid it.

The battle had unknowingly escalated to the point where most of the people present were unable to participate at all.

"The evil devil's path is distorted, that's all." At that time, the little monk let out a cold snort and stretched out his palm to push towards the horizon. At that time, the gigantic Buddha's hand was like a royal decree. It began to slowly move forward towards the Sword Dragon that Zhong Changhen had summoned.

He's going to fight back.

Everyone's hearts tightened when they saw this. This little monk was truly too strange. His origin was unknown, but his cultivation was terrifyingly strong.

Qing Ruxi could not move a single move in his hand, and Zhong Changhen, who was known as an Immortal Slaying Sword, was actually unable to defeat him. Instead, he had a faint intention of being suppressed by him.

What kind of background did this little monk have?

At that time, such doubts inevitably appeared in the hearts of everyone.

"Humph!"

What kind of character was Zhong Changhen? Although the little monk's actions made him different, it was not only able to make him lose his balance.

A cold light flashed in his eyes as he gripped his high arm out of thin air. At that moment, the divine sword that had transformed into thousands flew into his hand.

At that moment.

Zhong Changhen seemed to have become a little different.

An obscure aura rippled around him like ripples.

Then, he moved forward and brandished the sword in his hand, causing his entire body to move.

He greeted the outstretched arm of the Buddha statue.

At that moment, the long swords stabbed into the ground began to tremble. Sword cries rose one after another, from low to high. Finally, they converged into one piece, echoing in the heavens and earth, suppressing the Buddha statue's Buddhist voice and everyone's exclamations.

After a few breaths, those swords broke through the ground one after another and turned into streaks of light, merging into the divine sword in Zhong Changhen's hand like a hundred birds chasing a phoenix.

The imposing aura around him surged, and surging sword intent surged out from behind him, covering the sky and covering the sun.

"Stubborn." The little monk seemed to have felt the pressure coming from Zhong Changhen's body at that time. He also shouted loudly, and the golden light around the Buddha statue shone brightly.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the sword in Zhong Changhen's hand collided with the enormous Buddha Palm.

A loud roar echoed out, and a fierce gale rose from where the two met. It whistled and attacked the surroundings. Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly used all their strength to defend against it. However, even so, some of the weaker cultivators in the crowd were blown to the ground, and their expressions were in a sorry state.

However, the battle between Zhong Changhen and the little monk was far from over.

The two were locked in a stalemate, and neither the sword nor the Buddha Palm avoided it. They chose to be stubborn at that time.

The little monk thought that with the exception of the Demon Guard Dao, he would naturally have no choice but to retreat.

Zhong Changhen thought, how could the Linglong Pavilion's face be sullied by others? Naturally, he had to kill them quickly.

The two of them tacitly used their killing moves at the first moment after the battle, and the outcome of this battle would definitely be decided by his second choice.

They all knew that.

Therefore, at this moment, they all activated the power within their bodies without holding back, trying to exhaust the other party's life and death.

Time seemed to have slowed down.

Everyone nervously watched the two of them who seemed to be fighting like immortals. Every minute and every second made everyone feel as if they were spending their days as if they were a year.

This was also true for the two of them who were in the middle of the battlefield.

They used all of their strength to activate every trace of energy in their bodies, not daring to slack off even the slightest bit.

Zhong Changhen's forehead was covered in dense sweat, while the little monk's eyebrows were filled with a trace of viciousness.

As time passed, Zhong Changhen's forehead started to sweat more and more. He gradually felt a little tired.

The last person who could force him to such a state was his master who had cultivated the Great Defying Sword Scripture and entered the Devil Dao. Zhong Changhen sighed in his heart at that time, but he couldn't help but use that move.

As he thought this, a determination flashed in his eyes.

His body trembled, and a dark aura suddenly surged out of his body.

The aura was incomparably gloomy and cold, carrying a monstrous amount of resentment and hostility. It was completely different from the pure sword intent he had released earlier.

Zhong Changhen's eyes suddenly turned scarlet red, and the aura around him rose again at that time, reaching a level that caused everyone to be almost frightened.

As his strength increased, the pressure on the little monk, who was his opponent, instantly doubled.

At that time, the Buddha Palm in the horizon, which was facing Zhong Changhen's sword, slowly began to retreat. It was as if Zhong Changhen had finally obtained a normal advantage after using such a strange move.

The little monk's body began to lean backwards. A huge pressure came from his body, and the ground beneath his feet began to sink. It seemed that he was no longer able to carry such a tremendous amount of power.

"How is that possible? How can I lose to a monster!" He muttered to himself, and the hostility in his eyes grew thicker and thicker, and it gradually soaked into his eyes.

"Break it!" At this moment, Zhong Changhen let out an explosive shout, and the aura around him rose again.

At that moment, the giant Buddha statue felt as if it had been heavily injured. Its body trembled, and the defeat of the Buddha Palm became even more obvious.

Blood began to flow out from the corner of the little monk's mouth. The power that suddenly erupted from Zhong Changhen's body was truly too powerful. Under the pressure of that power, he felt a daze.

"Everyone suffers. I, Buddha, am merciful. I should naturally cross the world out of the Sea of Misery and let all living beings shine brightly."

He remembered what the old monk had said to him.

How can I die before all living beings have crossed?

He murmured, but his voice was no longer young and tender. On the contrary, it was extremely ancient, as if he had traveled through a long time before arriving here.

Boom! Along with a loud sound, Zhong Changhen's sword finally crushed the Buddha statue. At that time, the giant shadow of the Buddha statue shattered.

Shattering along with one of them was something within the little monk's body.

Then a crack appeared on the surface of the thing.

A crack so small that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

It was the obsession of all living beings, and it was also the evil consequence of the suffering of the entire world.

The little monk's body trembled, and a terrifying force suddenly surged out of his body. His bent body suddenly straightened up at that moment.

He raised his head to look at Zhong Changhen, who had already been killed in front of him, and his eyes had already turned pitch black. A cold aura surged out from his eyes.

His lips slowly opened. The majestic golden Buddhist light from before had unexpectedly been covered with a faint black aura.

At that moment, a strange and gloomy voice came out of his mouth.

"All living beings are suffering."

"Samsara to Bliss!"

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