Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Chapter 75: First Trial of Boxing Sutra
Outside a small city in the Central Plains.

The originally beautiful woods were shrouded in wind and sand, and the soil on the ground dried up and cracked. The wind and sand spread to a radius of hundreds of miles, as if to drain the souls of all living creatures and wither the entire earth.

The pedestrians who were escaping were stunned one after another, their movements began to slow down, their skin gradually shriveled up, and there was a faint black shadow struggling to come out of the body.

Just when the black shadow was about to break free from the shackles of the physical body and throw itself into the hurricane, a sigh suppressed the black shadow back to the physical body.

"Oh, these flowers and plants are so innocent."

Zhou Xian looked at the originally beautiful scenery with a look of regret, his aura suddenly exploded, and a Dharma image emerged from behind him.

In an instant, the wind and sand gradually came, the dry ground and dead trees bloomed, the cracked earth slowly healed, the depleted water flow emerged, the dry skin of passers-by was filled again, and even the weathered city walls and buildings were restored to their original appearance.

It seemed that everything just now was just an illusion. However, the pedestrians who walked through the gate of hell knew clearly that these were not illusions, but Taoist Taixuan saved them.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but show gratitude and shouted loudly: "Taoist Master is merciful."

Compared to everyone's joy in surviving the disaster, the crying old man's mood was extremely gloomy at this time.

"What a Taixuan Taoist, he has actually reached the rank of a master of outdoor scenes. No wonder he is so confident."

The crying old man's face was gloomy, and paired with his double eyes that seemed to be crying forever, he instantly looked like a mourning ghost wandering around the world.

At this time, he was secretly cursing his dead apprentice. Where did this evildoer come from? He had reached the level of master within a few months after entering the location. He dared to provoke such an evildoer. He was such a blind loser. If he had known that even him That eye was gouged out.

But now he was already riding a tiger, and it was useless to complain any more. The crying old man could only curse secretly, and then began to use the Kuangsha magic to mobilize the inner scene.

In an instant, the wind and sand in the sky and earth rose again, and a figure wrapped in hurricane sand and stones stood between the sky and the earth, like the god of sandstorms coming to the world.

When the two Dharma statues faced each other, the world seemed to be divided into two halves. On one side, the hurricane, sand and gravel roared, and many ghosts roared, while on the other side, it was full of vitality, calm and peaceful.

The crying old man suddenly raised his head and roared, and his voice shook the sky. He was like a ghost king coming from the depths of hell.

Zhou Hei's anger rises, as if hell is wide open, the ghost loses control, turns the sky upside down with one palm, and knocks it down from the head, the "Gate of Hell Opens" in the "Eighteen Beats of the Wrong Soul"!
In an instant, it was as if the gate of hell was wide open, and countless ghosts and evil spirits let out bursts of ghostly cries and howls. They rushed towards Zhou Xian from the "gate of ghost", trying to tear him to pieces and devour him.

Zhou Xian calmly looked at the overwhelming ghost figures in front of him. Just when the ghosts were about to bite him, he suddenly raised a hand, and then held it in the air, and countless ghost figures let out bursts of wailing.

The moment he clenched his fist, countless ghost figures turned into black smoke along with the wails. Seeing this, the crying old man's heart trembled, and he said in horror: "You can crush countless ghost figures of mine with just the movement of your hands. What are you doing?" A unique skill!"

However, what responded to him was Zhou Xian's punch. In an instant, everyone seemed to see a world appear on Zhou Xian's fist.

The five elements rotate in it, and the power of yin and yang merge to form a big grinding mill, as if to obliterate all things, and the light of the Tao of Transformation shines on the big grinding wheel.

Just by looking at it, everyone felt as if their whole body was about to be included in it, wiped out by the yin and yang, and transformed by the light of transformation. For a while, everyone closed their eyes.

Even the strong men in the city's exterior scenes couldn't help but break out in cold sweat, forcing themselves to turn their heads away and not daring to look at this terrifying boxing technique again.

"No!"

The crying old man screamed, and the sound echoed across heaven and earth, like the ghost king of hell screaming. However, no matter how much he screamed, the punch still came in front of him. The space around the crying old man continued to twist, and his whole body was twisted like a twist into the small world on Zhou Xian's fist.

"The Great Dao Boxing Sutra, Second Form: My Way is Sovereign."

Zhou Xian said softly as if in reply to the crying old man's words. Then he turned his fist, the yin and yang mill slowly rotated, and the crying old man's screams suddenly stopped.

In just an instant, the crying old man had been wiped out. Both his body and spirit were wiped out by the great grinding of yin and yang, turning into nourishment for Zhou Xian's spirit and body.

As the crying old man was wiped out, the hurricane sand and stones between the sky and the earth instantly dissipated, the ghosts disappeared, and the weathered things within a hundred miles radius were restored again.

Blue sky and white clouds, mountains and rivers, fragrant grass and green trees, birds singing and fragrance of flowers, everything seems to have never happened.

In a trance, everyone seemed to see a god that reached all over the sky and looked down at them. There was no joy or sorrow on his face. Looking at him, everyone seemed to see the incarnation of the great road.

After returning to the gods, everyone realized that everything in front of them had been restored, and even Zhou Xian's figure had disappeared, as if everything here was just a dream.

"Hiss, it's so scary!"

Everyone on the exterior took a breath. Even they couldn't understand this scene. They couldn't help but say a sentence in their mind, "Damn it, we are on the exterior, why are you so awesome!"

They suspected that what they were doing was a fake location. They were both on location and they were not even qualified to see Zhou Xian's moves. This huge gap almost broke their martial arts hearts.

"The Jade-Faced Piano Immortal! He is the Jade-Faced Piano Immortal who ascended to heaven a few months ago!" Suddenly someone shouted, his words full of horror. It was the strong man on location who had expressed regret before.

Hearing this, several strong men on the exterior couldn't help but be startled, and one strong man on the exterior with a righteous temperament even exclaimed: "Impossible, how could the Jade Faced Piano Immortal become so powerful in just a few months! "

The Crying Old Man is ranked on the Earth Ranking, and his cultivation is at the peak of the field scene. Such a powerful figure was killed with one punch. Is this something that someone who has only broken through the field scene for a few months can do?
However, no matter how hard it was for him to believe it, he had to accept the reality. He saw a strong man with a charming exterior pulling out a painting from the turbulent waves.

The painting is the scene where Zhou Xian ascended to the sky. Dark clouds cover the sky and the sun is covered, and thunder roars, as if the sky is sending divine punishment.

Sitting on the ground was a young man with a handsome face and an almost immortal aura. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if ignoring the wrath of the sky.

"Exactly the same, it's really him!"

Several people were stunned as they looked at the painting in the woman's hand. Even though the clothes were different, they could still recognize that the person in the painting was the Taixuan Taoist just now.

The man who just exclaimed was silent for a moment. Several people thought that he couldn't bear the blow and his moral integrity was damaged. They were about to comfort him, but unexpectedly he suddenly raised his head and looked at the woman.

"Jin Lian, how come you have this portrait? And it's a personal collection!"

The man looked at the woman with sharp eyes, as if a betrayed husband was examining his wife.

Unexpectedly, the "wife"'s face darkened, showing no sign of repentance. Instead, she scolded the "husband":
"What a nonsense, you are not my husband. I can't let you go wherever you want. Why don't you go buy sesame seeds for me? Are you hungry?"

Several people shook their heads when they saw this, looking at the man who was as humble as an ant with expressions of hatred.

(End of this chapter)