Wonderful Immortal Doctor

Chen Wanli's eyes flashed with endless confidence: "I also know the method of soul possession. If you want to possess my body, let's see if you have the ability to do so!"

Miyamoto Musashi said from the beginning that the rules could not be broken. Although it was true, it was also to disrupt Chen Wanli's mind and prepare him to accept the soul entering his body at this time.

When Chen Wanli returned from the Gu King, he put a lot of effort into understanding the power of faith.

He decomposed this information from the vast information in the Immortal Doctor's Scripture.

Cultivating the power of faith can be understood as a kind of Shinto.

Shinto practice is the easiest. Preaching, gathering the power of faith, and even practice are all its terms. As long as there is enough power of faith, one can have powerful abilities and even longevity.

However, there is gain and loss. The power of faith, to put it bluntly, is the wish power of ordinary people. The wish power of ordinary people is chaotic and full of the seven desires and sins. Over time, even gods will be polluted, and finally their souls will be impure. At the very least, they will be mentally confused, and at the worst, their spirits will collapse.

Therefore, there are many records of the strongest figures in the Witchcraft School becoming destitute in their later years and feeding their bodies to the Gu God. It was nothing more than mental disorder, and they fed themselves to the insects!

The power of ghosts and gods in Japan is no different. So even if Miyamoto Musashi is normal now, he cannot do without the power of faith in the shrine, and will collapse sooner or later.

"When I entered the shrine, there were many ambushes, but they didn't act. They just wanted to take over my body."

Chen Wanli smiled faintly. He filled his body with the dual elements of water and wood. In the eyes of other warriors, this might be just the innate realm, but in fact, each of his cells contained abundant elements of heaven and earth, and he already had an innate Taoist body.

Moreover, he is a true cultivator, not an ordinary warrior, and his body meets the prerequisites for possession of another's body.

Miyamoto Musashi waited for countless years before he had such a perfect body.

"You guessed it right, the Chosen One!" Miyamoto Musashi mentioned the word "the Chosen One" in one breath, and his laughter became more and more eerie and terrifying.

"Unfortunately, once you step into the shrine, you are doomed to be unable to escape. After three hundred years, the Chosen One finally reappears, still in such a perfect body, and is sent to my shrine. This is God's arrangement and favor for me!

After I take over your body, I will devour your soul, and everything you have will be mine! With such an innate Taoist body, plus the divine teachings obtained by the destiny, breaking through the void may not be impossible! "

Miyamoto Musashi's greedy eyes were like a hungry wolf, and he grinned: "Aren't you interested in breaking the void?

Let me tell you, the ancient oracle once mentioned that only the one with destiny can break the void! Unfortunately, all this has nothing to do with you! "

At the beginning, Miyamoto Musashi did not take Chen Wanli seriously. He just regarded him as a hateful guy who destroyed his soul and wanted to kill him as soon as possible.

Even though the Miyamoto family suffered a defeat, he did not take Chen Wanli seriously. He was just a warrior, even if he was about to become extraordinary. In the shrine, he was his domain. Even if he no longer had divine power, he was not afraid of him.

But after Chen Wanli appeared in the shrine, he was stunned at the sight. After hundreds of years of practice, he had seen too many innate bodies, but a perfect innate Taoist body like the one before him could only come from a person with a destiny passed down from the gods.

He became even more excited when he guessed that Chen Wanli was the chosen one.

As long as he could take over this body, his divine strength would be restored by half, and he could then leave the shrine and travel the world. Moreover, the oracle said, "Those who break through the void are the ones with destiny!" It was not a lie.

"If you kneel down and beg for mercy, and open your sea of ​​consciousness, I may be able to grant you the path to reincarnation. Or I may teach you the way of ghosts and gods, and let you become a divine messenger of the shrine!"

Now that everything had been said, Miyamoto Musashi had nothing to pretend anymore. He raised his head with a sneer on his face and looked down at Chen Wanli who was sitting on the mat.

"Unfortunately, I just thought of a method to devour the soul and strengthen my own consciousness, so even if you kneel down and beg for mercy, I will catch you."

Chen Wanli shook his head and sneered.

"You ignorant young man! You are too arrogant. How dare you look down on the Supreme Being of the Divine Realm when you are just an extraordinary person!"

The dark light in Miyamoto Musashi's eyes surged again, and he let out a sharp roar like a ghost.

The aura on his body continued to rise at this moment, and the whole hall was suddenly filled with black mist, as if it had turned into a dark ghost den, and the shrill sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling emerged out of nowhere.

There was a special energy fluctuation in the black fog, which could even devour Chen Wanli's spiritual consciousness.

This is the absolute domain of ghosts and gods in the shrine. Here, other spirits cannot release their divine consciousness. Once released, their divine consciousness will be devoured, and their mental strength will be gradually polluted.

"Three hundred years ago, at Mount Tai, the three sects of Dragon, Tiger, Quanzhen and Wudang were all defeated by me alone. Even the greatest master of the Ming Dynasty would not dare to be so arrogant!"

Miyamoto Musashi stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed Chen Wanli: "I will let you see what the Supreme God Realm is!"

"Ants, come on!"

In the blink of an eye, a black claw hand condensed with ghostly energy grabbed towards Chen Wanli's chest.

These black claws seemed to emit energy that could penetrate steel, and the evil impact had an energy effect that could make people's minds stagnate.

"You are so weak, yet you dare to call yourself the Supreme Being in the Divine Realm!"

Chen Wanli sneered, and formed his fingers into a sword. A blade aura with red, green and white colors flashed brightly in the air, splitting the black mist. The blade light surged and met the black claws head-on.

Clang!

There was a loud noise like metal colliding.

The moment the three-colored blade light collided with the black claws, the red light of the Danhuo power surged, leaving a deep mark on the black claws, just like the mark left by red fire pressing on flesh and blood.

Miyamoto Musashi's expression changed slightly, and he took a half step back.

His black claws were condensed with the power of his soul and utilized the evil energy. They were as hard as his real body, but they were actually injured by the true energy released by Chen Wanli.

How condensed is Chen Wanli's true energy? Is it comparable to when his divine body was still alive?

Is Chen Wanli really just a martial arts master?

"Your innate Dao body is even more powerful than I thought! The extraordinary ones mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and you, even though you are extraordinary, have already comprehended the Yuan power of heaven and earth. The one with destiny is indeed a genius passed down by the gods, and is not comparable to ordinary warriors!"

Miyamoto Musashi said, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger: "If my physical body had not been destroyed and I could display the divine power of the divine realm, what would you be? However, you have not entered the extraordinary realm, so you don't know. Even if I can only display the power of the extraordinary soul, you are just an ant!"

As he spoke, he gathered the black mist once again. It seemed as if there was an endless supply of black mist flowing in the shrine, inexhaustible.

The black mist quickly healed the injuries on his black claws, as if here, his soul and body were immortal and uninjured.

“Then I will let you know that a God Realm that is this weak is no better than an ant!”

The three-colored sword light reappeared in Chen Wanli's hand, and he chopped down from the air again, like a god splitting a mountain with tremendous force.

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Outside the gate, Miyamoto Yasuchika, Huo Heli, and the samurai men were about to attack Tang Lingyu when they heard bursts of noise coming from the inner hall.

"Did Lord Musashi take action?" The samurai man looked towards the gate.

Miyamoto Yasuki raised his eyelids slightly, and a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

At first, Master Musashi said that once Chen Wanli arrived, they would start fighting together, but later he changed his mind and now he is doing it himself.

He felt very sorry. If Lord Musashi took action, Chen Wanli would surely be captured easily. However, as the great Onmyoji of Japan and the former head of the Miyamoto family, he wanted to kill his enemy with his own hands.

"Perhaps Lord Musashi has taken a fancy to his physical body!" As an Onmyoji, Miyamoto Yasuchika only knew that Miyamoto Musashi could take over a physical body, but the conditions were very harsh and he had never found a suitable target.

"If Lord Musashi obtains his body, he will not be confined to this place in the future. My Japanese martial arts will surely prosper day by day. It's just a pity that I don't have the chance to kill my enemy with my own hands!"

Miyamoto Yasuchika sighed softly.

"Yeah, it's a pity that I don't have the chance to fight with Daxia's number one grandmaster! I also want to try it!" The warrior also sighed.

Only Huo Heli was speechless. She just hoped that Chen Wanli would be torn into pieces by Lord Musashi as soon as possible. She never wanted to face this enemy again.

Tang Lingyu frowned slightly. Chen Wanli liked the reckless style of play. To be honest, she liked it too.

But this kind of playing style requires sufficient strength, otherwise, one wrong move will lead to failure.

Miyamoto Yukisa was already terrified at this time. For these people to say this in front of them, Lord Musashi must be really powerful.

Why didn't this woman go in and help? She glanced at Tang Lingyu.

Tang Lingyu also showed a hint of hesitation, but he was unable to warn Chen Wanli, and he didn't want to act rashly. Logically speaking, no matter how powerful Miyamoto Musashi was, he couldn't kill Chen Wanli with one move, and he didn't even have time to warn him.

At this moment, every second seemed as long as ten minutes. There was no warning from inside, and Tang Lingyu could no longer hold back and wanted to rush in.

"I advise you not to act rashly. The entire shrine is Lord Musashi's domain. Lord Musashi controls the life and death of all people in Lord Musashi's domain. That arrogant boy is dead. But a beauty like you may be able to die in a different way!"

For the Japanese people, especially those present here, they are all worshippers of Miyamoto Musashi and they are well aware of how powerful Miyamoto Musashi is.

Miyamoto Yukisa could no longer hold back. The sounds of fighting inside gradually faded. Could it be that the master had really...

Tang Lingyu took a step forward, and at this moment, there was a sudden loud bang and the wooden door of the temple exploded suddenly.

A figure wrapped in black mist flew out backwards and crashed into dozens of buildings in the yard one after another. His force did not decrease at all, and left drag marks several feet deep on the ground.

After knocking over a rockery, his figure stopped.

"???"

Everyone stared at the scene in front of them in amazement.

Chen Wanli came out with his hands behind his back, as if he were a god: "I told you long ago, you are no better than an ant!"