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An idea flashed through Di Juxing's mind. If one were to say that in this world there was a buddhist spirit stronger than the Great Solar Tathagata, then there would only be one: the founder of the Buddhist Sect, one of the Six Heavenly Saints, the Buddha!

This little monk must not let him live!

At this moment, the killing intent of Di Juxing surged. The nine blood dragons bared their fangs and brandished their claws. They roared and pounced towards Di Shixing, crazily biting at him.

His chest released a gentle golden light, blocking the nine blood dragons. He glanced at Di Juxing and said, "Forcing the Buddha to such a state. If we don't die today, your Di Clan will not have any good days ahead of us."

"Let's not talk about this until you live past today." Di Juanxing felt threatened. He hardened his heart and once again bit down on his tongue. He spat another mouthful of blood onto the nine blood dragons.

In the blink of an eye, the blood dragon had doubled in size. Its power was several times stronger than before. Its scales were vertical, and its two horns were as sharp as divine weapons.

Boromir, the dish is like Boro, wet...

He held his hands together and chanted a string of indistinct Sanskrit words, which formed golden characters in the air and flew towards the nine blood dragons in front of him.

"Could this be, the legendary dragon chant?"

Di Xing Jue felt dizzy. The Immortal Soul was about to fly out of his body. He was so scared that he had no choice but to withdraw half of his Purple Star Force to protect his Immortal Soul.

Not far away in the battlefield, the nine True Dragons were surrounded by countless golden runes. Not far away in the battlefield, the nine True Dragons were surrounded by countless golden runes.

First, let's not talk about the fact that this was not the chanting of the Heavenly Dragon, but the attacking power had allowed Di Xingjue to truly experience what was called Buddha's inherited battle skill. If he did not focus on his cultivation and step into the Heaven Stage, just a few chants would be more than enough to transcend half of the Di Clan.

The nine blood dragons were forced back by the Devilish Spell and were hissing unwillingly. However, it was not easy to keep up with them and at the cost of burning their divine veins, every syllable they spit out weakened their divine veins. Soon, half of their divine veins were consumed.

When he reached the eighteenth syllable, he could no longer carry on and was forced to stop the chanting of the Heavenly Dragon Zen Dragon. The magical power of the Sanskrit in the air gradually disappeared.

Aooo!

Having lost the golden spell symbol, the nine blood dragons were still as strong as before even though they had been reduced to half of their original size. They let out a dragon roar in unison and continued to bite at the Blood Dragon.

"Undying Bodhisattva Body, Vajra Subduing Fist!"

He did not stop and shouted once more. He burned another segment of his divine vein, and his entire body erupted with a powerful aura. Buddha light flickered, and it was as if a layer of gold was added to his body as a swastika mark appeared between his eyebrows.

He aimed his fist at the dragon's body and smashed it. With every punch he threw out, one of the Diamond Form appeared. Together with the Blood Dragon's attack, he unleashed a stronger and fiercer punch.

The fist landed on flesh as dragon scales shot out. The blood dragon cried out to the sky. After the chanting of the Heavenly Dragon, it was reduced to a smaller size as it was no longer as powerful as before.

Just how many techniques did the Buddhist Sect leave behind?

Di Xing Jue was scared out of his wits. It seemed like an ordinary punch without any pattern, but when it was combined with those Diamond Dharma Appearances, every punch was a manifestation of the law. Each punch was able to seal off all directions, making it hard for people to dodge.

If there were no nine blood dragons blocking the way, and if the young monk was attacking him, how could he possibly block the attack? Di Xing Jue questioned himself as he felt a chill down his spine.

Even if he had the strength of a Heaven Stage, he might be able to borrow the Emperor of Zi Wei's Star for a little more time, but he definitely wouldn't be able to take more than ten punches. The nine blood dragons were much stronger than him, but they were still pushed back little by little, with the dragon's body shrinking by more than half.

This was the most authentic, most primitive battle skill, unlike the Emperor Star Jue. Although he had a very high position in the clan, the Di Clan did not inherit the most original battle skill, maybe they did, but they did not get their hands on it.

There was no point in comparing the two at all. With his current inherited battle skills, he could easily kill a Heaven Stage powerhouse.

Bang!

Another punch came down, and blood splattered in front of him. One of the blood dragons was actually shattered by him, turning into a rain of blood.

Soon, four of the nine blood dragons had been destroyed, leaving only five more struggling to survive. However, the unrelenting attack also slowed down. With a sickly bright red color on his face, he suddenly leaned back after throwing out a punch. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Did the divine vein burn completely clean? He still had five blood dragons left. If he wanted to deal with those who had lost their meridians, it would be as easy as flipping his palm. Without the support of the meridians, he would not be able to unleash any of the inherited techniques.

Unexpectedly, he only swayed a few times without stopping. Then, he slightly exerted some force on his feet and stood up straight again. This time, he did not use his fists to attack, but used his hands to rapidly form a seal in front of him.

"Old dog, take my final move, Bodhi Bodhisattva Seal!"

Both of his eyes turned red as the bones of his entire body began to crack under the pressure of the powerful force. Blood oozed out from every part of his body, dyeing his golden monastic robe red. Even the ground beneath his feet turned an eerie blood-red.

The last part of the Divine Veins were gone. Even if it didn't harm the source, without several hundred years, it would be impossible to obtain it unless one had a decent amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Roots.

Three hundred and sixty-five hand seals were instantly formed. Then, a huge bottle appeared on top of his head. It was slowly tilting downwards, and some liquid seemed to be flowing out from the mouth of the bottle.

After doing all of this, the finger bones of his hands exploded simultaneously, and a series of three hundred and sixty-five explosions rang out from his body. All three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points were blown up at the same time.

"Go, give me that old ghost's name in hell forever."

He didn't give up using the last bit of his strength. He pointed his finger towards Emperor Star Jue while trembling. In the blink of an eye, the treasure bottle aimed at Emperor Star Jue. However, it didn't leak out, but instead released a powerful suction force.

An irresistible force. The first to be hit were the five half-dead blood dragons. They only had time to let out a few hissing sounds before being sucked into the bottle.

This is a seal? Or was it a teleportation nexus?

Even though the nine blood dragons were semi-disabled, they were still several times bigger than the treasured bottle. Yet, they were still sucked into the bottle without any sound.

The situation didn't allow him to think any further, because the opening of the precious bottle was aimed at him. After exterminating the five blood dragons, a powerful force was pulling him over.

I'm using the heavenly bodies, they are limitless in the Heavens!

Even during the daytime, he could still forcefully absorb the star power from the nine heavens and above. This time, the amount of star power gathering on his body was not only from one Violet Jade Emperor Star, if one counted carefully, there would be at least one hundred pillars of light.

However, these forces were too powerful and too powerful. In just a few seconds, Di Xing Jue's body had expanded by more than two times. His entire body was filled with energy, his eyes were wide open, and his face showed an extremely pained expression.

After receiving such a huge amount of Star Force, Di XingJue finally stabilized himself and was no longer affected by the suction force from the vase. All of the pores on his body were bleeding, especially his seven orifices. Blood sprayed out from them one after another, and more than half of his divine veins were instantly burnt.

"Absolute Monarch Sanctuary Palm!" Shortly after, with a loud roar, Di Xing Jue took out that Taiji ring and flew towards the bottle in front of him.

The power of this move could not be compared to the previous move of the 'Royal Dragon Soaring Art'. However, Emperor Xing Jue did not have enough time to condense a Blood Dragon.

It was not that their combat skills were inferior to others, but the difference in their combat power was simply too great. Especially because when one did not activate the treasured bottle imprint, the number of Divine Veins remaining was limited, in terms of power, it was far from being comparable to Di Xingjue, who had just ignited his Divine Veins.

Tai Chi collided with the treasure bottle. Under the guidance of the huge suction force, a loud rumble resounded, and a deep crater was formed on the ground. The clouds in the sky were blown away, and the powerful force continued to wreak havoc, destroying all the trees and trees thousands of miles away.

The storm lasted for about a quarter of an hour before it gradually subsided. When the smoke and dust settled, the Tai Chi Circle and the treasured bottle mark both disappeared, as if the two forces had canceled each other out.

"Damn it, just a little more ?" He glared at Di Xingjue, then fell to the ground with a thud, unable to get back up.

Fighting against a Heaven Stage expert to such an extent was already something to be proud of. At this moment, he was truly exhausted, and could no longer muster any strength. He even lost his divine veins.

However, would the Emperor Star Academy give him the chance to continue living? Obviously not.

Right now, Di Xingjue was secretly glad that he had used the burning of his Divine Veins at the last moment to dispel this powerful Buddhist battle skill. Otherwise, he would not have been able to escape defeat, and he might even die.

After a short period of shock, he became incomparably angry. A grand Heaven Stage powerhouse had been forced by an Earth Stage junior to such an extent, would he still be able to meet anyone else if word got out?

At the same time, he began to regret that he had not listened to Chen Chuyun earlier and did not take any action against this monk. Now that he had made such a strong enemy, it was definitely harmful for the Di Clan.

Although it was easy to kill, he was not the only one. It was said that the peak experts from countless years ago had all left their descendants with awakened divine meridians.

The thing that worried Di Xingjue the most was that there were descendants of the Six Heavenly Saints among them. Think about the legendary Ice Emperor, Battle-Emperor and the other powerhouses at their peak. Who wouldn't be a fierce character that could shake the entire Three Realms with a stomp of his feet?

Moreover, these people never lacked experts to follow them. Just like the War Emperor, the Seven Ultimate Beast beside him was definitely not one bit inferior to the Six Heavenly Saints.

If any one of these people were to appear, not to mention the Di Clan, the entire Divine Origin Realm would be reduced to nothingness.

What should he do? Kill or not kill? Now that the enmity had been formed, his divine vein was completely burnt clean and it was impossible for him to recover within a short period of time. This enmity was probably difficult to resolve.

After hesitating for a while, his eyes turned dark and fierce. Since he was wrong, then he might as well kill them all to keep their mouths shut. As long as they were dead, who would know what would happen today?

The Gates of Hell? The area within a thousand miles was reduced to rubble. No matter how strong they were, they wouldn't be able to see everything from a thousand kilometers away.

After Di Xing had figured it out, he walked towards Qing Shui step by step. With a grin, he said, "What a pity. If you had been just a little bit stronger, I would have been the one to fall by now."

Chen Chuyun, who was far away, tried to crawl over, but most of the bones in his body were broken as well. Every move he made was painful to death.

Di Xing Jue slowly raised his hand, looking at the unrelenting brain. Chen Yu Yun's teeth were showing signs of cracking. He was screaming with all his might, but he couldn't move Di Xing Jue's steel-like heart.

"It's over, since I stepped into the Heaven Stage, you are the first person to make me look so miserable. It's a pity that the heavens don't favor you. If you had a few more years to grow, my Di Clan might really have been destroyed by you."

"For my family, so what if I become a sinner through the ages?"

Di Xingjue mumbled some words as if he was trying to excuse himself. His palms were striking down with great power.

He thought it was all over, but things often changed at the most crucial moment. Without any warning, a strong wind blew past him, and black sand covered his eyes, making it hard for him to open his eyes.

His body reacted instinctively, causing Di Xing Jue to shut his eyes involuntarily. He had a bad feeling in his heart, recalling the place where he fell down unceasingly. He then pressed his palms down again.

However, this palm strike missed. The wind came faster, but it was even faster. In just the blink of an eye, not even half a second had passed.

When Di Xing Jue opened his eyes, there was no sign of him lingering in front of him. Even Chen Chu Yun had disappeared at an unknown time. Hundreds of miles away, Di Xing Jue could sense four auras. They were the four warriors he had brought with him from his family.

But what about the little monk from the Buddhist Sect? What about Chen Chuyun?

Di Xing Jue was shocked. He couldn't care less about the aftermath of burning his Divine Veins. He used his powerful spiritual sense to search the area. He knew very well what would happen if the two of them got away.

It was fine for Chen Chuyun, but he didn't have any backers. If the Buddhist Sect knew that the Di Clan dared to kill their inheritors, it was likely that the group of monks would sit in front of the Di Clan's gate and chant the incantation every day.

However, even with the power of the Emperor Star Jue Tian Stage, especially with the burning of his Divine Veins, his power was five times stronger than before. He searched for over ten thousand miles, but there was not a single trace of it.

That gale was definitely strange, but from beginning to end, it was only a blink of an eye. Who could save the two of them in such a short period of time and flee thousands of miles away?

However, he knew that although there were a few Heaven Stage powerhouses in the Divine Origin Realm, their strength was not too far from his. Now that he had already ignited his Divine Veins, if it was those few people he knew, they would definitely not be able to hide it from him.