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Chapter 596: Hand-Rubbing Gu Worm
Under the setting sun, sword lights were flying, the sounds of dragons roaring, tigers howling, and cranes weeping echoed, and the yellow sand rolled endlessly, like a flying wild goose rising into the sky.

There are many ups and downs in the world of martial arts, as well as grudges, love and hatred. Only when swords and sabers are clashing can one briefly forget all the troubles and focus on life and death.

The Dragon Soul Sword and the Phoenix Blood Sword, each move is swift.

The Dragon Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Sword are invincible.

The warrior held the Demon Sword and the Heart Sword, combined into one to form the Lingshuang Sword and rushed forward, but was moved to the sky by the Tai Chi Qi condensed in Zhang Sanfeng's hand, and the chaotic scene was replayed with the Yin and Yang power within a radius of several miles.

The heaven and earth collided, the mountains shook, and a sword of dawn rose slowly from the east, cutting through the sky and colliding with the golden Buddha that fell from the sky in the west.

“Aunt, why don’t they go next door to participate in the immortal exchange?” Yang Guo and a group of knights holding swords, axes and halberds stood on the edge of the desert, all with helpless looks on their faces.

The first time I was astonished, the second time I was immersed in it, the third time I observed it carefully, the fourth time I stepped forward to challenge it. The fifteenth time I bought it and let it go, and the twenty-second time I watched from the sidelines.

“Guo’er, they are indeed people from the martial arts world.” Xiao Long Nu leaned on Yang Guo’s left shoulder, “Sooner or later, you will be able to do it too.”

Guo Xiang also nodded: "It all uses true energy and internal strength, that's martial arts."

Boom——! ! !
A fire meteor fell behind the crowd, stirring up a sky full of dust.

"Fuck, King Abila is really difficult to change. This girl is right~."

A strong man with pale hair and a naked upper body, wearing black shorts, walked out of the smoke. He held a Buddhist offering in his hand and took a bite of a half-eaten roasted chicken:
"We all use our true qi and inner strength, so why do you say we are not martial artists? I am Ah Xing, and to be honest, you two are much more compatible than the couple in the Condor Heroes upstairs in my house."

"Bah, this chicken is really not a good chicken. By the way, does anyone want to learn Tathagata Palm? Private lessons for 100 per session."

Before he could finish his words, a man dressed as a scholar grabbed him with a brush and said, "You are such a jerk! I haven't even applied the sauce yet and you ruined my roast chicken. How are you going to compensate me for it?!"

"Brother Bohu, can I teach you the Tathagata Palm?" Ah Xing asked.

"Go to hell!" Tang Bohu slapped the sand with his palm, sending Ah Xing flying hundreds of meters away: "The first move of the Tathagata Palm is to hit the bull from behind the mountain. Learn it well."

Everyone shook their heads, no longer surprised by this scene.

Not far away, a young man who looked honest and loyal held an empty sword in his right hand. Although there was no sword in his hand, his sword moves were flowing out continuously.

"Shi Potian, I haven't seen you for three years, and you have taken this step."

"Brother Wuming, I would have relied on the unique skills you taught me three years ago!"

Wuming nodded slightly. When the other party was arguing with swords just now, he had a good fight with his mirror image, but it was a pity that he was interrupted by the old man. Although being able to see the sword intent of those two people also made his sword sense deeper, there was really something missing and it was not satisfying enough.

"Come, let me see your current level!"

Wuming felt that the other party's internal energy was surging, like an endless ocean, and he immediately engaged in battle with him.

"He got there first." Ye Gucheng turned around, looked at the two people standing on the clouds behind him, and asked, "Shi Tianyun, the two of you should join forces and attack together."

The bone-chilling sword energy filled the air, as if time and space had come to a standstill at this moment. The sword light was as flawless as the blue sky and white clouds, and the two swords of the Sun and the Moon gathered into a boundless and vast force that penetrated the heaven and earth.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, "No wonder outsiders have some misunderstandings about us. The Sun and Moon Star Lords insist that they are from the martial arts world."

"Come down from the sky first!" Someone in the desert below cursed, "Aren't you also a cultivator?!"

"Didn't you hear what Miss Guo Xiang just said? As long as you use your true energy and internal strength, it's martial arts." Zhang Sanfeng laughed, his expression natural, and swung his whisk to knock away a ray of purple lightning.

"You old thing, you are hundreds of years old and still eavesdrop on little girls' conversations." A fat old Taoist priest was surrounded by the Yi Guang twin swords, the Zi Ying sword, the Qing Suo sword, and Tian Hui's many magic weapons.

"Master Changmei, what are you doing here?" Zhang Sanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Changmei Zhenren smiled and said, "Although I am a Taoist, I am also a martial artist."

Many of the martial artists who were watching looked at the Iron Sand Palm that they were still practicing, touched their iron shirts with stones, and finally looked at the group of famous or unknown "martial arts masters", and suddenly felt that there was no hope of advancing.

What's more, he sent out eighteen thousand-foot-long dragons to create huge waves in the desert.

"Although they are the face of our martial arts world, they are always like this in every 'competition'. I really hope someone can punish them."

The sound of war rumbled, swords rained down from the sky, and all kinds of strange phenomena appeared frequently. At this moment of war, as if hearing their wishes, the whole world appeared in an inharmonious black.

It was like a sudden drizzle that fell from the sky, but the strange dark rain did not nourish all things, but instead brought signs of destruction.

"Who?!"

The martial arts masters who were fighting just now suddenly forgot to breathe, their hands froze, and they all stared at the sides of Zhang Sanfeng and Changmei Zhenren at the same time.

The earth shook, the sky collapsed, and millions of silver pythons danced in the dark sky. Every flash of lightning seemed to contain an ending that would lead to the destruction of the world.

The dark disaster spread across the earth, but a holy and unparalleled deity condensed in the air.

The six pitch-black wings that swallowed up all colors flapped gently, he spread his hands, and his eyes that had been closed slightly opened, looking down on the world with an indifferent gaze.

“The world has become filthy again”

When the tip of his toes lightly touched the ground, the sky full of light exploded!

In an instant, the sword light, Buddha light, blood light, and even the brilliance of the sun and the moon were reduced to ashes in the suddenly turbulent ripples. The collapse of the earth created a scene of tens of thousands of meters of quicksand waterfalls.

The weaker warriors didn't even have time to react. They fainted instantly under this terrifying pressure and were buried in the desert.

It seemed as if no one was allowed to be in a high position. Many warriors couldn't even fly in the air by relying on internal force or true energy, and fell to the ground in unison.

"The martial arts world of the universe." Su Lin sighed softly, with deep disappointment in his tone: "Is this the level of strength?"

In response to his words, there were dozens of sword energies that were strong enough to break the void and split the chaos, as well as a Buddha's hand seal that was dark gold in color and as lustrous as colored glaze, accompanied by the sound of Buddhist chanting.

The sound of Feng Ming Jiu Tian's piano tore through the space. Tai Chi Yin and Yang appeared under his feet. Sword Saint Wuming transformed all his energy into a sword and rushed towards the devil like a red rainbow. The surrounding swords and blood were wrapped in righteousness and blocked time and space.

However, in an instant, the true flow of the sun and the moon spun into the two swords rushing from the left and right, hidden among the thousands of long swords of true energy, exuding a fierce and destructive intent.

fear?

Facing such existence, it is a natural instinct.

However, these warriors immediately launched the strongest attack with their years of martial arts memory, without any reservation, and even displayed their magical weapons in front of them, just to create opportunities for the stronger ones to attack.

even so
"You did your best."

The gorgeous and noble demon god suddenly raised his right hand, and the distance of several meters was like a chasm. All attacks including Wuming and Changmei were blocked, and infinite light and heat poured into his hand.

"A warrior in the human world."

Just a gentle push.

Unspeakable terror suddenly spread!
The sky shattered, the sun and the moon fell, and the surging light of destruction tore through the cave world and instantly returned to the Yinglong Tower. However, even so, the destructive energy brought by the Wings of Ashes still did not dissipate.

The fallen angel's power of creation and the purest law of destruction caused the entire tower's space to tremble, and the aura of disaster that would bring the universe to an end remained undiminished and was released outwards without any concealment.

Several monks wearing silver masks appeared from various places in Yinglong Tower and stared at the six-winged demon god on the martial arts exchange arena.

Su Lin looked around and found that there were several figures who were still standing with their swords after experiencing the scene of world destruction, or were climbing up from the ground one after another.

"You guys still have some talent, not bad."

Su Lin nodded slightly and turned around, looking at the stunned arena manager, his eyes gleaming coldly: "Hmm?"

The "abandoned" manager looked at the list and swallowed hard, "Abandon the Emperor of Heaven to win..."

"But what?" Su Lin asked.

"But this is a martial arts exchange competition." The manager looked at the six black wings behind Su Lin, pointed to the left, and said, "That's the area for magic and god exchanges."

"I use my true energy and inner strength, how come it's not martial arts?"

After he finished speaking, darkness overflowed from his palm, filled with a sense of destruction. After the laws disappeared, the energy that turned into a vortex in the center was actually true Qi, but every strand that escaped had the power to destroy the stars and the moon.

"Humph."

With a clench of his right hand, the terrifying true energy shattered time and space and destroyed all things, and a ball of white light appeared on the body of the elegant figure, and he disappeared on the stage.

More and more people gathered around, and when the person who had fainted woke up, he saw a strange scene.
Those powerful warriors all had smiles on their faces, with unspeakable joy in their eyes, including Ye Gucheng. Most of the warriors remained silent but were sharpening their weapons, honing their internal strength and gathering true energy.

"Master, what happened? Who won?"

A boy ran to his master and asked timidly.

"Martial Arts wins."

"Lucifer"

"Fuck, do you think I've never seen that guy?"

An emperor wearing a dragon robe left in a hurry with his guards. Behind him, Constantine took a deep puff of his cigarette and coughed violently several times.

"I admit that the six-winged fallen angel was terrifying, but you can tell from his name that he is an Eastern god."

Damn, he was talking about something.

Constantine glanced at Gabriel who was still in a daze. This guy brought Angela back and vowed that he would never continue to cooperate with Mammon, but his only requirement was that Constantine told her his secrets and took her to find the source of the arms.

The St. Louis Cathedral in this world was turned upside down. Gabriel was sure that Constantine knew other information, and Constantine wanted to make sure that this crazy angel would not send him and Angela to hell, so one man and one angel chose to cooperate and signed a contract that was more stringent than the life contract.

"Hey man, do you know the origin of that Qi Tiandi just now? I think you should know."

Constantine grabbed a spectator who looked a little haggard.

"The number one martial god in heaven." Shang Yue said.

Constantine said to Gabriel who was standing beside him, "Look, he practices martial arts. Why don't you learn some? How about I buy you a set of martial arts? Then next time you see Lucifer, you can perform the Kick to End His Family."

Gabriel shook her head and looked at Constantine: "The existence and aura are very similar."

"But we should go find the monk now," Constantine said.

"Who are you looking for, Constantine?" Shang Yue rubbed his brows and said, "Maybe I can help."

"Really? Our friendship always comes in handy at the critical moment. My good friend, help me find the Tang Dynasty monk who went to heaven to seek Buddhist scriptures." Constantine said with a smile.

Who the hell wants to be your friend? If it weren't for the fact that you usually sell exorcism services in my tower, no one would pay any attention to you.

"But what does this guy want to do with Tang Sanzang?"

Shang Yue glanced at the woman next to him, and after calling Shang Xiaoyue in her mind, she learned from the backstage that she had signed up for the Magic Exchange Competition.
Demonic..Taoism?
"There is only Tang Monk who is going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. This way." Shang Yue waved and led the way: "I hope you can ensure the safety of your employer next time you accept an order."

"I try my best."

"Look, brother, I didn't lie to you."

Su Lin patted Fang Zheng's shoulder and said, "Don't participate in any martial arts. You don't believe it. You are a cultivator."

"Why do you want to split yourself into two to participate in the competition?" Fang Zheng asked after his heart palpitations eased.

"There is only one reward for one person participating, but there are three rewards for three people participating. Look at the rewards for the top ten. I can get three after I make it."

Su Lin handed his and Fang Zheng's identity tokens to the manager.

"Guyue Fangyuan and Fangzheng, fellow Daoists, this is for discussion, not fighting. Please tell me what type of Dao you are good at, so I can register you."

"Insect."

"A poisonous insect? It's a bit rare."

The manager looked inside and said, "This way please. The Taoist friends behind please wait for a moment. We have some manpower now. Where are you going, Taoist friends?"

The students in school uniform stopped when they were called.

"The teacher called the roll today, go back to class."

The man in the suit pushed up his glasses.

"The company is working overtime."

The management felt a little puzzled, but this theory was originally a voluntary registration.

Fang Zheng sighed helplessly when he saw this scene: "Brother, this Zhutian City looks pretty good, but what if you really run into that devil with this name?"

"It's very simple. Just kill him and you and I will become the real masters, right?" Su Lin said as a matter of course.

"It's not like we really know how to use Gu," Fang Zheng complained.

He didn't even know how to communicate with others later, so at least give him some time to go to Taobao and order a set of Southern Xinjiang witchcraft.

"What are you doing?" Fang Zheng looked at Su Lin and saw a ball of white light in the other's hand.

"Rub some Immortal Gu."

Su Lin kneaded the ball of light for a few times, then put the law of time into it, as well as the authority of the Sky and Wind Dragon King, and the restart of some dragon alchemy, and finally squeezed out a green cicada emitting a warm and oily glow.

"Spring and Autumn Cicada."

(End of this chapter)