Chapter 1785: Fusion Imprint
stir.“So, the Ziwu Secret Scroll is the key to the Purple Palace Does my senior have to keep this item, are there no other ways” Qin Sang asked."No."The cloud traveler shook his head."The Ziwu Secret...Qin Sang's Dharma form was a blue phoenix.
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In this realm, the human and demon races have a deep-seated feud, hatred that runs as deep as the sea. Qin Sang was worried that revealing his true form would attract suspicion, so he intentionally concealed his appearance.
Although the Qilin's dharma form had not yet appeared, it seemed to sense something and was moved by it.
Since the Qian Yao Lian Xing entered the fifth level, the Qingluan Dharma Form gradually transitioned from a phantom to a concrete entity.
In the years since his breakthrough, Qin Sang had been trying every means to explore the mysteries of the Dharma Form, but with little success. Controlling the Azure Phoenix's lightning power also remained a distant prospect.
Unexpectedly, the Qingluan dharma form displayed astonishing power at this moment.
Every time a Nascent Soul cultivator breaks through a realm, it means their understanding of the connection between heaven and man has reached a new level. High-level cultivators can, through their deeper comprehension of the power of heaven and earth, suppress opponents with relatively lower cultivation levels.
This can cause the weaker party to become utterly disoriented and panicked, severely even shaking their very mind, leaving them unable to muster any resistance.
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The gap in cultivation realms can even be reflected in the techniques of divine paths. The same technique, when performed by a cultivator with a higher realm on another, may be weakened due to the pressure of heaven's might, making its power less effective.
One side advances while the other retreats, widening the gap in strength.
Due to this factor, Qin Sang possessed several powerful divine abilities. Even after becoming a deity, he had some doubts about his confidence in challenging higher realms.
But this wooden dragon was comparable to a cultivator in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Qin Sang was clearly not its match, yet he didn't feel suppressed at all. He was even better off than that injured thunder tortoise.
From You Huang Zhenren's previous performance, it can be seen that she was very cautious when facing the Mu Jiao alone, using various means to avoid its sharp edge.
Although this was part of the plan, it can be seen that Yu Huang Zhen Ren was being suppressed by Mu Jiao.
The Qingluan Dharma Form can withstand the opponent's Heavenly Might oppression...
Qin Sang guessed the reason and couldn't help but be amazed.
With the protection of Dharma form, he will no longer worry about being helpless against opponents with higher realms in the future. However, he doesn't know where the limit of Dharma form lies.
A myriad of thoughts flashed through his mind, but Qin Sang's movements didn't falter in the slightest; instead, they became even more composed.
'Whoosh!'
The spirit gun fell from the sky, unstoppable, shattering white flames and heading straight for Mu Jiao's head.
The murderous gleam in Mu Jiao's eyes reflected a black vortex, the sharp tip of his spear gleaming menacingly, piercing through Mu Jiao, causing its pupils to constrict sharply.
'Roar!'
Such a ferocious beast as Mujiao, how unruly and fierce! With its head held high, it let out a terrifying roar, revealing horrifying fangs. Its breath surged in and out, half of the white flames swallowed into its gaping maw, then violently expelled outward.
'Boom!'
The pillar of white flame crashed into the vortex.
Two powerful forces collided violently, causing the heavens and earth to tremble. The black vortex tore apart instantly.
The spirit spear still possessed great momentum, rapidly spinning as it broke through layers of white flames. Unfortunately, just as it was about to strike the Mu Jiao, it began to lag.
Qin Sang took the opportunity to get closer, silently urging the Destroyer Seal, and pressed it against Mu Jiao's back without a sound, suddenly erupting.
‘Bang!’
Flakes of scales flew everywhere.
The wood dragon's torso suddenly caved inward, forming a 'bow' shape in the sky. A large patch of scales flew off, and its flesh was blurred with blood.
Suddenly struck, Mu Jiao's body plummeted downwards. Its tail lashed wildly, sweeping across the flanking peaks and leaving deep ravines on the mountainside. Smoke and debris filled the air.
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Mu Jiao fell into the sea of fire transformed by his divine power. Just as he was about to crash onto the valley floor, a fierce roar erupted from the sea of fire, abruptly halting his downward momentum and propelling him back out.
Its eyes fixed on Qin Sang, filled with rage.
Its wound was gushing with fresh blood, yet it seemed to have no effect on it. The flesh beneath its scales contracted quickly, stopping the bleeding soon after, and a faint red light flickered, indicating that it was gradually healing.
"Such a powerful physique! Such sturdy scales!"
Qin Sang couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart, and the next moment he felt a gust of fishy wind hit him, and a giant claw appeared in his field of vision.
Although the Mu Jiao is a type of water serpent, it has four claws. Its sharp claws are comparable to swords, and Qin Sang definitely doesn't want to experience what it's like to be pierced by them.
He instinctively wanted to dodge, but changed his mind at the last second.
The wood dragon is immortal and has companions nearby, so where else can you find such a good opportunity for a trial
Suddenly, Qin Sang's figure halted as if struck dumb. A tremor ran through his body, and the sound of muffled thunder echoed within him.
'Whoosh!'
The dragon claw pierced through the chest, but only tore through an illusion.
Qin Sang stepped on the lotus flower, his body like a ghost. Under the claws of the Flood Dragon, he remained unharmed and instead of retreating, he advanced and proactively crashed into the wooden dragon's chest.
Unfortunately, Mu Jiao's fighting instincts were sharper. Before Qin Sang could get close to Mu Jiao's soft underbelly, another claw lashed out towards his head.
This dragon claw was enveloped in white flames, resembling a fiery giant claw. Wherever it passed, space seemed to collapse, containing terrifying pressure. Enraged, the Wood Dragon attempted with one blow to smash this insect into paste.
Had anyone else been in Qin Sang's position, weighed down by such immense pressure and finding it impossible to move forward, they would have only had the option of retreating. Yet, under the protection of his Dharma form, Qin Sang moved with ease. He leaped into the air from between the claws, and with his left hand he pinched the Turning Wheel Seal.
The fire claw plunged into the vortex of force created by the Wheel Mark, briefly held in its grip.
Qin Sang's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his right palm struck out fiercely.
Before Mu Jiao could retract his other claw, the Destroying Demon Seal struck him squarely in the joint.
"Kachā!"
At the joints, scales flew everywhere. The dragon claws twisted into unnatural shapes, blood painting the sky red.
The wood dragon's body suddenly tilted, crashing into the mountain wall riddled with holes. The impact shook the entire mountain peak, threatening to bring it down.
Seizing the opportunity, Mu Jiao roared with fury and lashed out his tail, sending Qin Sang reeling backward.
At this moment, Qin Sang's face also changed. The protection of the Qingluan dharma form actually failed, and he was unable to move. He watched helplessly as the dragon tail whipped towards him rapidly.
It is obvious that this was not caused by divine will, but rather a skill called 'fixed-body magic' which the Mu Jiao may have been born with.
The tail of the Jiao brought a fierce wind, even though Qin Sang had many protective treasures, he didn't want to endure this blow.
Qin Sang was just about to find a way to break free when, at that moment, a black bolt of lightning descended from the sky, and finally, the lone cloud real person arrived.
Just now the spirit gun rebounded and fell back into its master's hand.
Gu Yunzhen drew his gun, fearless as he charged towards the wooden Jiao, whose body was far larger than his own.
Judging from his appearance alone, it's hard to believe that this lean Taoist priest could be so ferocious in battle.
'Puf!'
Gu Yuzhen's timing was impeccable, his spirit spear piercing straight into the tail of the Mu Jiao.
This is just where Mu Jiao's scales are weakest, easily piercing its tailbone and embedding its flesh in the mountain wall.
Mu Jiao was about to go mad, he no longer cared about Qin Sang. His body bent sharply, his blood-filled mouth biting towards the solitary cloud real person.
Gu Yun Zhenren did not linger in the battle, seeing an opportunity to retreat, he drew his spirit spear and withdrew.
Suddenly, blood flowed like a spring.
Then, a surprising scene appeared: the blood hole on Mujiao's tail fin healed at an alarming rate. The originally stiff tail, wounded and rigid, quickly regained its flexibility.
Other wounds are the same.
“Such amazing recovery abilities…”
Elder Gu Yun narrowed his eyes, but showed no fear. If Mu Jiao only had these abilities, he would surely die today.
He even had the leisure to greet Qin Sang, "Good fellow, bold courage! Good means!"
He praised Qin Sang for daring to engage in close combat with the Mu Jiao.
Mu Jiao's every move carried the might of heaven, and if one couldn't keep up, the consequences would be unimaginable. Even a master like Gu Yun Zhen Ren, in a sure-win situation, wouldn't take such a risk.
Only after going through countless battles and having extreme confidence in one's own abilities would one dare to do such a thing.
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Qin Sang seemed not to have heard Gu Yun Zhen Ren's words, looking at her own hands, deep in thought.
At this time, Mu Jiao made a comeback, and Gu Yun Zhenren raised his spirit spear and stepped forward.
Qin Sang also raised his head, clenched his fists, and charged up again, fighting alongside Gu Yun Zhenren against Mu Jiao.
However, Qin Sang put half his energy into himself, more precisely, two kinds of Buddhist seals.
Destroying Demons Seal and Shifting Altar Seal.
In the ensuing battle, Qin Sang continuously launched both types of Buddha imprints simultaneously, a contemplative expression appearing on his face.
At this moment, Qin Sang is contemplating these two already mastered Buddhist seals because during the recent battle, he gained a new understanding of the "Seven Masters' Buddhist Seals" and is attempting to fuse the two together.
When his physical body first broke through, Qin Sang had a vague feeling, but at that time he hadn't fully comprehended the seventh seal, Vajra Great Ease Seal, so he wasn't sure.
Faced with the Mu Jiao, the ever-changing situation made Qin Sang feel fortunate and realized that simply mastering the Seven Buddha Seals was not the end of the "Seven Masters' Buddha Seals"!
The Seven Buddhist Seals can merge with each other.
Even though Qin Sang didn't know the outcome of the fusion, he could still guess a few points.
Just as water has no fixed shape, when the practice of *Qishi Fuyin* reaches its culmination, one need not be confined to any particular form of *Fuyin*. Each strike contains infinite variations and unimaginable power.
"The potential of "Qishi Fuyin" is definitely more than this!"
Qin Sang also didn't expect that the secret technique he bought a long time ago was ignored at the auction until today it showed its extraordinary side.
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Seeing the opportunity, Qin Sang utilized the Wooden Jiao to comprehend secret arts. He first attempted to fuse the Destroyer Seal and the Turning Wheel Seal.
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Just as Qin Sang and Gu Yun Zhenjun were fighting against Mu Jiao, You Huang Zhenjun was lurking at the bottom of the valley, but he did not show himself for a long time.
She is busy.
Bai Yan had already been recalled by Mu Jiao and transformed into a protective fire armor. Vines crawled all over the valley at some point, like giant pythons entwined together.
The figure of Youhuang Zhenren flickered constantly, striking talismans into the roots of the vines.
Blessed by divine talismans, the surface of the vines glided with an ethereal light, appearing even more resilient.
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With the arrangements complete, Youhuang stood up and glanced at his companions before sending a transmission.
Qin Sang and Gu Yun's gazes met, then they both leaped onto the head of the wooden dragon.
Gu Yun, the real person, slanted his grip on the spirit gun, transforming it into a whip and fiercely striking the wooden dragon.
Qin Sang once again used his old trick, dodging the attack of the Mu Jiao and striking it on its spine with the Destroyer Seal.
The Mu Jiao was once again struck from the sky.
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At the same time, the vines in the valley all wriggled, like real pythons raising their slender bodies, swaying in mid-air.
When Mu Jiao fell, vines madly shot towards Mu Jiao, wrapping him up like a zongzi in an instant.
The wood dragon struggled frantically.
The vines strained and snapped, their breaking sounds a constant chorus, yet many still clung with grim persistence, while more surged forward.
At this moment, Mu Jiao seemed to have fallen into a large net, unable to escape.
To make matters worse, Qin Sang and the solitary cloud Immortal relentlessly pursued Mu Jiao, constantly attacking its vital points.
More and more vines wrapped around the mujiao. Qin Sang and Gu Yun Zhenzi tacitly moved to both sides of the mujiao's head, their palms like pincers, pressing down on its neck with all their might.
'Bang!'
The wood dragon’s head slammed into the ground, causing a great tremor.
Above the heavens, a sword flew in from afar, like a rainbow descending from the sky, arriving in an instant.
Qin Sang only felt the struggling strength beneath him suddenly weaken. He saw Zhen Ren with his sword plunge his spiritual sword straight into the top of the Mu Jiao's head, ending the life of this ferocious beast with one strike.
"Hurrah!"
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The real person, You Huang, suddenly appeared, looking at the corpse of the dragon with joy.
At this time, Zhijian Zhenren also flew back to the valley.
He was in charge of keeping watch to ensure that the fluctuations from the duel didn't attract unwanted visitors, and he was also responsible for delivering the final, fatal blow.
Everything is going even smoother than expected.
"Quickly divide the demon corpse, we should not linger here," the Swordmaster left a sentence and went to clean up the traces around.
Several people quickly dissected the demon corpse, keeping what was usable and burning the rest.
Finally, Youhuang Zhenren obtained the monster pill and essence blood.
Qin Sang and the lone cloud real person divided the green scales of the Mu Jiao equally. If they could melt the green scales into the returning wind armor, it could continue to be improved.
The Sword-Wielding Immortal only obtained a few pieces of demonic bone.
This time, You Huang Zhenren got the biggest share, but will use Dao Ting's merit to compensate them.
After taking care of the loose ends, the four immediately left the place. Having fought together, they grew to know each other better.
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"This ferocious beast was wandering alone, which is why the battle went so smoothly. But don't get cocky. Entering the depths of the Abyssal Wasteland, hunting down beasts if you can't finish them quickly, it's easy to attract another..."
"Zhi Jian Zhen Ren said in a deep voice, mainly to remind Qin Sang."
Qin Sang was a little absent-minded, his mind constantly pondering the "Seven Masters' Buddha Seal".
On the rest of the road, we didn't encounter another Nascent Soul-level ferocious beast.
"This place is less than a thousand miles from our goal..."
On a mountain peak, Zhijian the Real Person gazed north with his sword in hand.
Before the words even faded, a deafening roar echoed from the front. A thick cloud of dust billowed on the distant horizon.
"Another beast tide! There must be something major happening ahead!"
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Zhijian Zhenren frowned and turned back, saying, "I'll have to rely on the two Daoist friends again."
Gu Yunzhen looked at Qin Sang.
Qin Sang nodded, "I'll lead the way!"
After that, Qin Sang leaped down the mountain. Zhijian Zhenren and Youhuang Zhenren restrained their auras and followed closely behind, while Gungun Zhenren brought up the rear.
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As they drew closer to their objective, they had to do their utmost to conceal their presence and avoid flying in the air where they could be spotted.
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But here the beast tide is relentless, and constantly evading will inevitably delay time. Therefore, Qin Sang and Gu Yun Zhenren lead the way, focusing the strength of the cultivators on themselves, and when they make a move, they can also converge their aura very well.
With a flick of his finger, Zhijian the Swordmaster sent out a veil of shimmering light, concealing everyone's figures. Qin Sang stood alone at the front, boldly charging into the beast horde.
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Two Buddhist imprints, alternating between hardness and softness, were wielded by the Buddha. Qin Sang continuously pondered and adjusted.
Countless beasts brushed past him, either guided off course by an invisible force or gently pushed aside. It all seemed natural, and even the closest beasts couldn't sense anything amiss as they continued to charge headlong.
Four people moved like water, silently passing through the herd of animals.
Just as the four people were rapidly approaching their target.
The North.
Two figures stood in a mountain pass, gazing at the horizon.
The two stood one before the other, their positions clearly defined.
The man ahead was dressed in a celestial official robe symbolizing the Heavenly Pivot Institute's Nine Heavens Golden Gate Imperial Historian, standing with his arms crossed.
Another person trailed half a body length behind, it was the dark-skinned ogre.
The two gazed at the horizon, seeing a spectacle beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"This is the place I was talking about."
The Celestial Official of the Nine Heavens seemed to have recalled something from the past, his tone carrying a hint of wistful sigh.
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The dark-skinned man stared intensely, unable to look away for a long time. San Zhenren would not let it escape, doing everything they could to stop it. Finally, reinforcements arrived. Under the siege of a group of cultivators, even the giant turtle's powerful defense coul...