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126: Jiu Mozhi Xiao Yuanshan appearsYanz塢.

A black-clad figure appeared before Murong Bo.

“Recent Jianghu rumors say you didn’t die, and you also stole the Six Meridian Divine Sword from Tianlong Temple. I want to see if it’s true or false.”

The black-clad man’s eyes narrowed, and he suddenly struck out with a palm, intending to open the tomb.

Just then, a Sword Qi arrived swiftly.

Seeing this, the black-clad man was startled and dodged, but the Sword Qi grazed the side of his cheek, causing a piece of black cloth to fall from his face, revealing his true appearance.

“So it’s Great Master Jiumozhi.”

Ning Yuan was somewhat surprised to see Jiumozhi.

He had originally thought it would be Xiao Yuanshan, but unexpectedly, it was Jiumozhi.

However, upon closer thought, it was understandable.

The news of Murong Bo being alive was released by him.

Even the news of the Six Meridian Divine Sword being stolen from Dali’s Tianlong Temple was released by him, and he even intentionally linked these two events.

And the words Jiumozhi had spoken at Tianlong Temple, that Murong Bo had often praised the Six Meridian Divine Sword and wished to see it, had long spread throughout the Jianghu.

Therefore, when this matter came out, it naturally caused those with intentions to doubt whether Murong Bo was truly dead or merely faking his death.

“Young Master Murong family!”

Jiumozhi gave an awkward smile.

But his heart sank sharply.

His appearance here and encountering Murong Fu was no coincidence.

Because no one else could have known his whereabouts, let alone that he would come here, to Murong Bo’s tomb.

But Murong Fu appeared here so coincidentally, which meant… “The opponent has been waiting here!”

“This is a trap!”

Jiumozhi muttered to himself, his mood growing heavier.

The opponent had expended such effort to wait here, like waiting for a rabbit, and the one they were catching was certainly not an ordinary petty thief.

And he, wasn’t he that rabbit?

Then the opponent’s goal was certainly not simple.

Jiumozhi secretly raised his guard.

Ning Yuan, however, showed a faint smile, “Great Master Jiumozhi, as a close friend of my father, I should naturally treat you with the highest courtesy when you enter my Yanz塢. Why sneak in dressed like this in the dead of night?”

Ning Yuan said leisurely.

“Nephew, you misunderstand. I merely heard recent rumors that Old Mr. Murong had not died, so I specifically came to verify it.”

Jiumozhi smiled awkwardly and said.

“Is that how Great Master verifies things?”

Ning Yuan scoffed, “Looking at Great Master, it seems you intend to overturn my father’s grave. Such an action is probably not appropriate, is it?”

“Doesn’t Young Master Murong family want to know…”

Jiumozhi quickly changed the subject.

“My father has already passed away; I personally buried him, so it cannot be false. The Jianghu rumors are merely gossip spread from who knows where.”

Ning Yuan said indifferently, with his hands behind his back.

Then, Ning Yuan’s tone shifted again, “But Great Master, sneaking into my Yanz塢 in the dead of night and disturbing my father’s grave, you must give me an explanation for this.”

Ning Yuan subtly blocked Jiumozhi’s retreat.

Jiumozhi’s smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.

After all, he and Murong Fu had already clashed twice; the first time was evenly matched, but the second time, he was no longer an opponent.

Now it was the third time… “How does Young Master Murong family plan to proceed?”

Jiumozhi asked in a deep voice.

“Since Senior was a close friend of my father, why not go down and accompany my father?”

As soon as his voice fell, Ning Yuan’s figure instantly appeared before Jiumozhi, striking down with a palm.

Ning Yuan had now reached the Peak of the Gang Qi Realm, and his martial arts in Tianlong could be said to be of profound creation; even if the Sweeping Monk were present, it might not be possible to distinguish who was superior.

Jiumozhi circulated Xiao Wu Xiang Skill, employing Shaolin’s ultimate techniques.

The two sides’ Moves were sometimes broad and sweeping, sometimes intricate and vicious.

After dozens of Moves, Jiumozhi was completely at a disadvantage, with all his ultimate techniques easily deciphered.

Jiumozhi’s pupils constricted, his heart filled with horror, and his eyes scanned the surroundings, but there was no chance of escape.

His heart suddenly sank, and he let out a loud shout. With a raised hand, a Flame Blade Qi slashed towards Ning Yuan, precisely Jiumozhi’s signature ultimate technique, Flame Blade.

Ning Yuan raised his hand to meet it, unleashing Star Shift, and the Flame Blade Qi reversed and returned.

Boom!

Jiumozhi was forced back several steps, then tried to use this opportunity to flee, but as soon as he turned around, Ning Yuan had already appeared before him.

Roar!

Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms was unleashed in response.

“Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms!”

Jiumozhi’s face changed drastically, and he frantically used his ultimate techniques to defend.

Rumble!

But with Ning Yuan’s current cultivation, the power of Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms was so strong that it was even three points more powerful than Qiao Feng’s.

Pfft!

Jiumozhi spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, slammed heavily into a tree trunk, and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.

Even with Xiao Wu Xiang Skill protecting his body, taking Ning Yuan’s Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms head-on did not leave him unharmed.

“Great Master, originally this trap was not prepared for you, but you chose not to walk the path to Heaven and instead threw yourself into the gates of Hell. In that case, I cannot spare you!”

Ning Yuan slowly approached Jiumozhi, a swirling vortex faintly appearing in his palm.

“What do you want to do?”

Jiumozhi’s face changed when he saw the deep blue vortex in Ning Yuan’s palm.

Jiumozhi was well aware of the opponent’s strange martial arts, so seeing this scene, he couldn’t help but become nervous.

“Great Master, you are a martial arts fanatic, and I admire you greatly. I wonder if Great Master wants to see a higher Realm of martial Dao, above ours?”

Ning Yuan smiled and asked with a serious expression.

“What higher Realm?”

Jiumozhi’s heart sank, and he asked.

“Above the martial Dao, true entry into the Dao!”

“I believe that as a martial arts fanatic, Great Master, knowing there is a higher Realm above ours, must certainly want to explore such a Realm, so please, Great Master, fulfill this wish!”

Ning Yuan suddenly grabbed Jiumozhi.

Bei Ming Divine Skill has many advantages, such as anyone who touches him can have their internal energy absorbed, and any acupoint around his body can store internal energy and also become an advantage for absorbing others’ internal energy.

But one drawback of Bei Ming Divine Skill is that to absorb someone’s internal energy, one cannot be too far away, making true Air suction power (absorbing energy from a distance) difficult.

However, fortunately, Ning Yuan always used this martial art only after defeating his opponent or gaining an absolute advantage.

Or when dealing with someone whose strength was far weaker than his.

This made it difficult to break free from Bei Ming Divine Skill’s suction.

One could only let him take away their internal energy.

As soon as Ning Yuan clasped Jiumozhi’s head, Jiumozhi immediately felt his True Qi rapidly draining from his body.

“Murong Fu, your father and I were sworn brothers, how can you treat me like this?”

Jiumozhi roared unwillingly.

“Since you were sworn brothers, it’s only reasonable for me to send you to meet him.”

Ning Yuan’s words were indifferent.

He had even killed Murong Bo, so why would he care about Jiumozhi?

In just a short moment, Jiumozhi’s internal energy had decreased by thirty percent.

And it was at this moment that a powerful palm strike suddenly came from behind, forcing Ning Yuan to release Jiumozhi.

This gave Jiumozhi a chance to breathe and break free from his restraints.

“Star Shift!”

Ning Yuan used his ultimate technique, and the palm strike from behind was instantly redirected by Ning Yuan elsewhere.

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous explosion, an ancient tree several people could barely embrace in the distance shattered into dust.

At the same time, a black-clad figure darted through the dust.

As soon as Ning Yuan turned around, he raised his hand and clashed palms with the black-clad man.

Bang!

A powerful True Qi shockwave erupted, instantly snapping the grass and trees within several feet, scattering them everywhere.

Seeing this opportunity, Jiumozhi suppressed his injuries and prepared to flee, but then, on second thought, realized that he might escape today, but he couldn’t keep fleeing forever. So he turned around and stopped, using his Pinching Flower Finger.

“Murong Fu, kill!”

Jiumozhi shouted loudly.

An invisible finger force pierced towards Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan’s pinky finger moved slightly, and Sword Qi shattered the finger force.

“Six Meridian Divine Sword!”

Jiumozhi’s face instantly showed surprise at this scene, and he recognized it at a glance.

After all, he had witnessed the power of the Six Meridian Divine Sword, although the five monks back then each only used one sword technique, this did not diminish his knowledge.

“You actually have the Six Meridian Divine Sword? Is the rumor true then, that Murong Bo did not die, and the one who snatched the Six-Meridian Divine Sword Manual from the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple before me was your father?”

Jiumozhi exclaimed in shock.

Ning Yuan chuckled softly, not answering.

“Speak, where is Murong Bo?”

Xiao Yuanshan also demanded in a deep voice.

Now, almost all his old enemies were dead, leaving only the mastermind, the true culprit, Murong Bo.

“Good, the people I’ve been waiting for have finally arrived!”

Facing the encirclement of two of the greatest masters of the age, Ning Yuan was not surprised but delighted.

“Great Master, haven’t you always coveted Dali’s Six Meridian Divine Sword and wanted to witness the power of this miraculous skill? Today, I will let you witness its true power.”

Ning Yuan let out a soft cry, and with a raised hand, six Sword Qi crisscrossed, each different: some fierce, some nimble, some swift, and some domineering.

One person simultaneously wielding six Sword Qi was far more complex and much more powerful than six people each wielding one.

Compared to the indomitable and overbearing palm strikes of Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, the Six Meridian Divine Sword was more suitable for dealing with masters.

Jiumozhi also used Pinching Flower Finger, frantically dealing with the rapidly approaching Sword Qi.

This time, he truly experienced the terrifying aspect of the Six Meridian Divine Sword.

“Indeed, it’s not something the people of Tianlong Temple could match.”

Jiumozhi’s face was solemn.

And Xiao Yuanshan also attacked simultaneously, his fist techniques broad and sweeping.

These years, like Murong Bo, he had been hiding in Shaolin, also learning the Seventy-two Shaolin Ultimate Skills.

Moreover, he already possessed profound internal energy, extraordinary talent, and immense strength. Even an ordinary Arhat Fist in his hands unleashed astonishing power.

“Speak, where is Murong Bo?”

Xiao Yuanshan persisted.

Ning Yuan fought two Great Masters alone, yet showed no signs of being at a disadvantage, “It’s simple for you to find him. How about I personally send you to meet him?”

Ning Yuan laughed heartily; he had never felt so exhilarated before.

Last time in the main world, he was almost shattered by a sword strike from a distance, but this time in Tianlong, he truly displayed his strength.

“Dragon has regrets!”

After repelling the two with one Move, Ning Yuan suddenly shouted loudly, his internal energy converging in his palm, and he struck down with a palm. Immediately, amidst a soaring Dragon roar, a brilliant golden Dragon-shaped True Qi shot into the sky, then flicked its tail and swooped down.

Murong Bo was well aware of the opponent’s terror and the fearsome power of Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms. He dared not be negligent and, together with Jiumozhi, they jointly channeled their internal energy to block it.

Rumble!

A thunderclap, like a peal of thunder, shook the earth and mountains.

Murong Bo and Jiumozhi spat blood and flew backward.

The two exchanged glances, both seeing the horror in each other’s eyes.

“Quick, run! This child’s internal energy is profound, and his strength is far beyond imagination.”

Both of them, for a moment, had thoughts of retreating.

“Want to leave?”

Ning Yuan laughed heartily. Lingbo Microstep was like a shifting of positions, appearing behind the two. “I wish to borrow your internal energy to break the upper limit of this world and step onto the Dao path. I hope you two Seniors will grant this wish!”

Ning Yuan suddenly appeared before the two, simultaneously pressing his hands on their shoulders, circulating Bei Ming Divine Skill.

The internal energy of the two instantly surged into Ning Yuan’s body continuously.

“Evil skill!”

Xiao Yuanshan roared angrily, wanting to break free, but after suffering severe injuries, how could he still have the strength to struggle? “Murong Bo absolutely cannot possess such an evil skill. Who is your master?”

“I know! So the one who snatched the Six-Meridian Divine Sword Manual from Tianlong Temple a step earlier was not your father Murong Bo, but you!”

At this moment, Jiumozhi also realized.

After all, he had learned from Duan Yu that Murong Fu was in Dali at that time.

And with the opponent’s strength, it seemed he had the capability to seize the Six-Meridian Divine Sword Manual.

Among the masters in Dali at that time, besides himself, only Murong Fu had that strength.

He had suspected it earlier, but then he was misled by the news of Murong Bo.

Now that he realized, everything clicked into place.

Busy outside, many relatives.