Chapter 209: Nirvana Fire Is Like Fireworks, Bodhisattva, Put Your Palms Together and Help Me (3)

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“The Literary Department has already changed. It’s impossible for the three Headmasters of the Literary Department to take that half a step and ascend to the Sacred Confucian Realm. Maintaining the current Literary Department is nothing but a delusion.”

“None of the 3,000 Confucian scholars in the Literary Department can gather the righteousness. The only one who can gather the righteousness doesn’t enter the Literary Department. Tell me, is it funny?”

Di Cang shook his head.

Second Headmaster Pang Ji sighed. “The tree is rooted in the soil and has grown for a long time. Its roots are already intertwined like a huge net. It’s easier said than done to move it away.”

Di Cang smiled disdainfully and stomped in the air. In an instant, the clouds exploded, and his body disappeared into the sky like a cannonball.

There were only mocking words lingering in the sky.

“No matter how much you say, it’s just an excuse. When you’re strong enough, even a towering tree can be pulled up!”

The Martial Chief had already left, but the Headmaster was still standing in the sky.

Second Headmaster Pang Ji sighed as he watched Di Cang leave elegantly and return to the Martial Temple.

The saber qi in his sleeves instantly exploded, and his Confucian sleeves were cut into pieces.

The sword that was filled with starlight stretched across the sky for 150 kilometers and fell towards the tall Green Mountain that towered into the sky. In the pavilion halfway up the mountain, the misty mountain fog was cut off.

The peace was broken.

On the field, the starlight dissipated. Li You’an stood with his hands behind his back, and the sword Thousand Degrees disappeared without a trace.

A gentle breeze blew over, blowing the peach blossoms on the mountains.

Hua Jiebing and An Le stood on a plateau in the mountains, bathing in the spring breeze that lingered in the mountains. An Le’s pale face seemed to have relaxed a lot.

This was the Sixth Mountain, so An Le naturally knew.

On the stone path on the mountain, two figures slowly walked down. They were the cold Sixth Mountain Lord and the veiled Fairy Yun Rou.

An Le cupped his fists and bowed to the Sixth Mountain Lord.

The Sixth Mountain Lord looked at An Le with uncontrollable admiration in his eyes. “In the face of the turbulent situation, with a fearless mentality, you raised your sword and slashed away the wind and waves in front of you, carving out a bright world.”

“After this, you might soon condense a Sword Heart.”

The Sixth Mountain Lord’s praise made An Le smile shyly. “Mountain Lord, you flatter me. However, Madam Hua once gave me a precious cultivation method and lit my cultivation path for me. This is a favor from a Dao Protector. I naturally have to repay it.”

The cold Sixth Mountain Lord smiled again. In front of An Le, he seemed to be like a melted ice mountain. “It’s different. In that situation, you dared to draw your sword. You’re not ordinary.”

Fairy Yun Rou kept glancing sideways, feeling that Mountain Lord was very different from usual. He had not smiled like this for years.

The Sixth Mountain Lord ignored Fairy Yun Rou and his gaze landed on Green Mountain at An Le’s waist.

“You severed Emperor Zhao’s hand and broke the Primordial Spirit Array in the White Jade Square… You borrowed the power of Green Mountain, right?”

The Sixth Mountain Lord’s eyes sparkled.

Li You’an and Hua Jiebing also looked over curiously.

An Le, who was at the fourth realm, could instantly erupt with power comparable to the ninth realm, even though the power at that moment seemed to be a replica of Zhao Huangting, who had fought Emperor Yuan Meng with his sword.

That heroic qi and heroism were too similar.

However, it was enough to show how terrifying the mysteries of Green Mountain were.

An Le thought for a moment and did not speak. He naturally could not explain the existence of the Age Dao Fruit [Heroic Qi Attraction] to them, so he did not say anything.

However, in An Le’s opinion, the heroic qi of Heroic Qi Attraction was indeed a replica of Zhao Huangting’s glorious moment when he fought Emperor Yuan Meng.

Unfortunately, after this use, he did not know how long it would take for him to gather the power of the Heroic Qi Attraction again.

An Le did not explain, but Li You’an and the Sixth Mountain Lord naturally knew the profundity of the Green Mountain Sword and did not find it strange.

“Although that power is quite extraordinary, your cultivation level is indeed a little low. Your Inner Core’s Mystic Intent has dried up, your Primordial Spirit has fallen into a deep sleep, and there are cracks on the Sword Furnace…” “You have to recuperate and nourish yourself.” Li You’an said.

An Le nodded, but he did not look too worried. This was because in just a short while, the ancient scripture he had visualized on Green Mountain had already begun to automatically repair the cracks on the Sword Furnace, and his Primordial Spirit was like a sweet spring.

In the Green Mountain Mystic Intent in his Inner Core, the Five Animals also began to awaken, as if everything had revived after winter snow.

In fact, An Le vaguely felt that after he recovered to his peak, be it Spirit Refinement or Body Tempering, he might be able to improve further.

The only pity was that after borrowing the immense heroic qi of [Heroic Qi Attraction], [Fearless Heart] did not trigger.

Suddenly, An Le thought of the old man from the Imperial Ancestral Temple who had stopped the city protection array on the city tower of Lin’an Prefecture. The burning Nirvana Fire caused the sky and earth to change color and change the weather, making him look like a true land immortal.

However, that majestic aura and the burning Nirvana Fire made him feel a little cold.

It was like the heroic qi of a dying man.

For a moment, An Le’s heart could not help but tremble. He hurriedly asked,

“Where’s Senior Zhao Huangting? Is he fine?”

When the Sixth Mountain Lord and Li You’an heard this, they raised their heads and looked into the distance. There, they could vaguely see flames rushing into the sky, and multicolored light filled the sky. That was the direction Zhao Huangting was rushing in.

There was also a Sword Qi Bodhisattva there.

Outside Lin’an Prefecture, between the mountains.

The Buddhist light gradually dissipated.

The Sword Qi Bodhisattva pinched its fingers as Attained Suzhu walked out like a painting, emitting a misty white light. Her mental power intertwined like a dream.

Holy Monk Duhai expressionlessly put away the golden alms bowl and the kasaya, the Stainless Lotus Flower Robe. The confrontation between the two began to gradually calm down.

“Amitabha.”

“The storm has already settled. I should leave.” Holy Monk Duhai said softly.

He stood up and took a step forward with his black and white cloth shoes.

However, the Thousand -Eyed Sword Qi Bodhisattva opened its eyes one after another, and the sword light slashed into the void.

Attained Suzhu pointed and chuckled. “Don’t be anxious. Zhao Huangting has burned his Nirvana Fire and is rushing here. You can converse with him.”

Holy Monk Duhai’s expression froze. He pressed his palms together and chanted a Buddhist proclamation.

The golden Buddha Bead in his hand was suddenly thrown out and exploded in the air without any heartache. Countless Buddhist lights shot out and transformed into a huge Buddha Dharma Idol that forced away the Sword Qi Bodhisattva.

This Holy Monk Duhai of the Lotus Flower Temple carried the Buddha Idol and chanted Amitabha repeatedly before escaping.

After Holy Monk Duhai left, a ball of flames swept over. Zhao Huangting’s plain clothes fluttered as he fell with a bamboo staff. Blazing flames swept across and burned everything in the world.

“He ran away?”

Zhao Huangting asked.

“He carried the Buddha Idol and ran,” Attained Suzhu said softly.

“F*ck, this bald… Duhai is really gutless. He’s not fearless at all.” Just as Zhao Huangting was about to curse, he remembered that the female Bodhisattva in front of him had also been ordained. He immediately changed his words.

Attained Suzhu smiled at him.

Zhao Huangting hurriedly clamped the bamboo cane to his armpit and placed his palms together in an extremely pious manner.

“Bodhisattva, help me..”