Chapter 285: The Sixteen Forces of Jingguo

The balance of victory and defeat in the situation had already tilted seriously towards the three-headed stone Buddha, at least that’s what he thought.

When the Mingjiang Mansion’s parade of gods broke into the forbidden area, the three-headed stone Buddha also had the idea of ​​being afraid of death, but when the battle progressed to this point, he was no longer afraid of death.

“Before I die, I will win this great battle for the Buddha. This will be my last act of loyalty to the Buddha. I will die for the Buddha.”

The three-headed stone Buddha knew very well that he could defeat Zhou Xuan, but he could not kill him. The wandering gods of Mingjiang Prefecture, especially Zhou Lingyi, would not ignore Zhou Xuan’s life or death.

Moreover, he could win this battle, but he could not leave the forbidden area alive. The masters of Mingjiang Mansion gathered together.

The musician, the lady in the red coffin, the painter, Zhou Lingyi, and Peng Sheng are all demigods on earth with the fighting power of eight incense sticks, plus the other wandering gods with the fighting power of seven incense sticks, and the ancient tattoo clan who have turned against them. Even if the stone Buddha, the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter join forces, they cannot break through.

“However, since we have won the general trend, we will die with honor.”

With all his worries gone, the three-headed stone Buddha’s momentum and fighting spirit became even stronger, and the eight sharp blades in his hands glowed increasingly dazzlingly.

Peng Sheng’s fingers were already moving involuntarily, ready to borrow the bones and teeth of the copper coin priest and join the battlefield at any time.

Gu Ling, Li Chengfeng, Shang Wenjun and others are also ready to make a move. They can lose the battle for the overall situation, but Zhou Xuan must not die.

The reaction above the sky was also very different.

The incense-burning Taoist priest hidden in the white clouds, his black Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, seemed to still be optimistic about Zhou Xuan’s victory.

The fire of the gods almost stopped beating, mixed with a little bit of frustration.

The two sky-god-level gods of Mingjiang Mansion burst into eerie laughter, mocking Zhou Xuan’s impending defeat in an undisguised manner.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan was extremely calm. He stood alone in the mountain wind, with his hands behind his back, and asked casually, “Three-headed Stone Buddha, at this moment I just want to ask, are all the masters of the Buddha Kingdom as stupid as you?”

“You keep talking even when you are about to die.”

“If you are not stupid, you will know that you will be the loser in this battle. Not only will you lose the battle, but you will also lose your life.”

Zhou Xuan walked very lightly and naturally, wrapped in the wind, as if he was strolling in the garden.

As he walked, his fingers moved slightly, and the eight lightning blades hanging in the sky trembled slightly, which was invisible to the naked eye.

“If the people of Buddha Country were as stupid as you, then there would be nothing to fear from Jing Country. You are as stupid as a wild bull.”

“Bluffing is what you people of Jing are best at.”

Facing Zhou Xuan’s sudden pressure, Shifo did not think that Zhou Xuan had any means to counter him. In addition, based on the Tattoo Ancient Clan’s previous observations of Zhou Xuan, he thought he understood Zhou Xuan best.

——Zhou Xuan is best at acting. Although he has no talent, he can still act like a great man. With a few tattoos, he can make the Bone Elders believe that a god has descended.
Moreover, he had just entered Mingjiang Mansion not long ago. Zhou Xuan only had a strong sense of perception and knew some minor tattoo patterns, but he made the night watchman of the City God think that he was a young genius of the ancient tattoo clan, and the entire ancient clan stood behind him.

“You’ve acted too much, and I’ve seen through it too thoroughly.” The stone Buddha was still approaching Zhou Xuan.

“When the false is made real, the real becomes false; when the real is made fake, the false becomes real. The human relations of Shifo and Jingguo are a great subject that I have mastered. You, a foolish and stupid cow, cannot learn it.
Insight into worldly affairs is a greater knowledge than dealing with human relationships, and you cannot learn it. “

Zhou Xuan relied on Insight – the Eight Palaces of the Mountain and River Map to descend. Although he was blocked by the stone Buddha’s Acala Vidyaraja with the earth fog and could not sink, Zhou Xuan had a very strange feeling. His aura seemed to be able to control the “Sixteen Postures”.
Those sixteen lightning blades felt connected to Zhou Xuan.

With just this insight,
Zhou Xuan had a deeper understanding of the map of mountains and rivers.

In the map of mountains and rivers, the sinking of the Nine Palaces of Jing Kingdom can bring tremendous suppressive force, but Jing Kingdom is a theocracy. There are Nine Palaces of Jing Kingdom in the map, and there are twenty-four gods’ auras. Except for the blue-robed Buddha with a similar aura to that of the Buddha Kingdom, he will not attack the Buddha Kingdom, but there are still twenty-three of them, ready to go.

The Taoist priests once used the Nine Palaces of the Well Kingdom to break the towering Baoshan Pagoda of the Buddha Kingdom in half, but the ones who actually killed the monks were the twenty-three gods from the Nine Palaces who descended into the Buddha Kingdom.

“Some time ago, the Mountain and River Map caused a catastrophe in the Buddha Kingdom. In one case, the Nine Prefectures were held up by a giant hand of the Buddha Kingdom, and the Nine Prefectures could not sink. However, most of the people in the Baoshan Temple area of ​​the Buddha Kingdom were killed. Guess why?”

Zhou Xuan asked again.

The stone Buddha was suddenly silent by this question.

The battle between him and Zhou Xuan today seemed to be exactly the same as the bloody incident in the Buddhist Kingdom to some extent.

“Can you stop the Eight Palaces of Jing Country and the Sky Gods that come out of the palaces?”

Zhou Xuan shouted sternly, “Where is the storyteller Bifang?”

“clatter!”

From the eight prefectures of Jingguo that were blocked by Acala, there was a sound of a wake-up stick being struck.

The stone Buddha looked back and saw an old man wearing a storyteller’s gown, holding a wake-up stick, and with a crane-like figure, floating down from Jingchuan Prefecture among the eight prefectures in a very elegant manner. He touched the ground with his toes, and with a “pop” sound, he unfolded his folding fan.

“Is it so mysterious?”

Apart from the stone Buddha who was watching the descending gods, Yun Ziliang, Li Chengfeng and the others also looked over and saw the Bifang which looked so real that they were impressed by the exquisiteness of the “Map of Mountains and Rivers”.

“Master Yun, stay calm. Brother Xuan’s painting of mountains and rivers is the first tattoo in the history of the tattoo clan that integrates the aura of all gods. Naturally, it has its extraordinary features.” Peng Sheng said slowly to Yun Ziliang.

“You asked me to be calm, but you are the least calm!”

When Yun Ziliang saw Peng Sheng’s smiling eyes, he felt proud and wanted to tell everyone… I helped to point out the map of mountains and rivers.

“The gods in the map of mountains and rivers can actually pass through the invisible Buddha bell of the Ming King easily.” The stone Buddha said in surprise.

“I am not fighting alone.”

Zhou Xuan asked again, “Where is the witch queen?”

The Queen is the deity behind the witch. She wears a black witch robe and has no facial features. When she descends, she adds a sense of mystery of witchcraft to Pengjia Town.

“Where is the Heavenly Official…”

“Where is the Immortal Sect Leader…”

“Where is the ancestor of Longshan…”

“Where is Tattooed Peng Hou…”

“Where are the Sixteen Formations of Wuwen Mountain…”

As Zhou Xuan pointed out one by one,

One god after another descended, and the small town of Pengjia seemed particularly brilliant because of the appearance of these gods.

The descent of gods came to an abrupt halt when the number dropped to sixteen. Zhou Xuan only needed sixteen god-level gods.

These gods are the aura of gods magnified in the mountain and river map. They have no thoughts and cannot speak.
But just the fact that they stood in an orderly manner on the battlefield was enough to scare the three-headed stone Buddha.

He was very confident that he could kill Zhou Xuan with the force of the eight blades, but now that the sixteen gods had descended, his confidence had been shattered.

Zhou Xuan continued to walk. Every step he took, even if the distance between him and the stone Buddha was shortened by one foot, was like a kick on the stone Buddha’s heart.

“With a three-foot-long weapon in hand, you can attack without asking who the enemy is… The sixteen postures of Wuwen Mountain cannot exert their full power in your hands.
Without perception and divine aura, you can forget about truly activating these sixteen blades.
I have a kind heart, and today I will teach you how to use a knife.”

Zhou Xuan raised his hand and pointed at the storyteller Bifang.

Bifang responded to the summons, jumped off the ground, and crashed into Zhou Xuan’s body at a speed that was unmatched by any other speed.

A bit of divine aura merged into Zhou Xuan’s body.

He combined the divine aura and perception into one, released it, and hooked his finger towards a lightning blade hanging in the air.

The sharp blade drew an arc of light and was held in Zhou Xuan’s hand.

Zhou Xuan gently stroked the blade, on which there were snowflake cloud patterns.

“The Sixteen Formations of Wuwen Mountain are also the names of gods, and also the names of the sixteen blades.
Since it is called momentum, it means the sixteen kinds of momentum of Jing State.
This sword is called “Falling Snow”, which represents the falling snow on the mountain.”

When Zhou Xuan said this, the blade pointed towards the “Tianguan”.

Tianguan also rushed towards Zhou Xuan like Bifang.

The second breath of divine power also entered Zhou Xuan’s body.

With a little more divine aura, Zhou Xuan would be able to connect with a sharp blade suspended in the air.

This time, the knife Zhou Xuan sensed was the one in the stone Buddha’s hand.

He waved gently.
The knife in Shifo’s hand was about to fly out. He had brute strength and certainly didn’t want the knife to be taken to Zhou Xuan’s hands.

However, the blade is made of lightning, which is an illusory thing. It is impossible to catch it by brute force.

The blade was tightly grasped by the stone Buddha, unable to fly at all, and turned into thunder, disappearing from the stone Buddha’s hand. When it flew in front of Zhou Xuan, it condensed into a blade shape again.

“This sword is called ‘Cloud Surge’, which means the rolling of white clouds.”

After Zhou Xuan stroked the back of the knife, he crossed his hands, and “Clouds Surge” and “Falling Snow” merged into one.

Zhou Xuan did the same thing, continuing to summon more gods to crash into his body, and then attracting more lightning blades.

“This sword is called “Qushui”, which means the winding stream in Jingguo. It is not overbearing, but it is continuous and continuous, just like water dripping through stone.”

“This sword is called “Running Flow”, which is inspired by the surging momentum of the great rivers in Jing Country.”

“This sword is called “Rolling Thunder”. Thunder and lightning rumble, and a great force descends from the sky.”

“This knife…”

In Zhou Xuan’s hands, sharp blades one after another were constantly fused. The lightning blades became more and more substantial, and the aura contained in them even frightened Zhou Lingyi.

“Brother, where did you learn the Sixteen Postures? This branch of Wuwen Mountain has already been ruined.”

“Oh right, Kong Ming Jing.”

Zhou Lingyi was quick-witted and quickly came up with the answer.

“My brother’s Kongming Mirror seems to be extraordinary.”

Zhou Lingyi thought of Zhou Xuan’s performance when he was concentrating in the mirror… Others were gaining enlightenment in the mirror, but he became the creator of the world in the mirror.

He let light into the mirror, and the chaotic world in the mirror began to ignite stars.

“So this is how the Sixteen Postures are used?”

Yun Ziliang was also stunned.

He had only thought that the Sixteen Postures were a set of sword techniques that required the use of perception to control the swords and treat the sixteen swords as a sword formation. Unexpectedly… it was actually sixteen combined into one.

“It seems that the Sixteen Postures were originally a sword.” Li Chengfeng decided to go back and write down the Wu Wenshan sword technique he had seen in a small notebook. After obtaining Zhou Xuan’s consent, he would print it into a book and put it in the library of the Bone Elders Association for all disciples in the world to borrow.

“If there are any disciples of Wu Wenshan here, they will have to recognize Brother Xuan as the ancestor of swords when they see him.”

Peng Sheng said calmly, “I’m afraid no one in Wu Wen Mountain has ever seen the real Sixteen Postures.”

“This sword is called “Unrivaled”. It does not have the unpredictable changes of white clouds and changing dogs, nor does it have the force of thundering rivers. It is the force of faith of all the brave people in the country of Jing.”

Zhou Xuan integrated the sixteenth “unparalleled” sharp blade into it, and the sixteen-force sword was completed.

After the Sixteen Postures were fully developed, all the might and edge were completely restrained.
It is not as sharp as a famous sword, but looks like an ordinary rusty sword. Judging from its plain appearance, even a woodcutter would look down on it.
But it is the sharpest and most powerful sword in Jing State. It was the sword that killed the Heavenly Demon more than two thousand years ago.

“The sixteen forces of the Well Kingdom have been formed. The Stone Buddha, the Buddha Kingdom, and the Well Kingdom are competing for the great power. Who will come out on top? Please ask this knife.”

Zhou Xuan lowered his right arm, with the tip of the knife touching the ground, and walked towards the stone Buddha.

As the Sixteen Postures were dragged along, there was no sound of grief, no sound of metal and stone colliding, and the tip of the knife did not leave any trace on the soft earth.
This also proves what the outstanding swordsmen said… It is easy to show the edge, but it is very difficult to hide the edge.

Shi Fo was without a knife in his hand and was in a panic. He even lost the courage to face Zhou Xuan.
“Change the mask, change the mask quickly.”

The Wuxiang Prison reminds Daluotian.

Daluotian hurriedly put on the mask of Tianguan. Perhaps Tianguan’s powerful flesh and blood regeneration power could withstand Zhou Xuan’s knife?

While the stone Buddha was feeling complicated, Zhou Xuan had already approached.

He swung his arms and chopped.
His movements were as clumsy as those of a young rookie who had just started doing farm work and cutting bamboo, and the knife just chopped down in a plain and ordinary manner.

But in the eyes of everyone, it is not so ordinary.

They saw the stars twinkling and the blazing sun overhead. Light and darkness divided the world into several spaces. It was difficult to distinguish which space was void and which space was reality.
In the space, there is a waterfall of light, like a glimpse of a startled wild goose, which disappears in an instant.
If you don’t have sharp eyesight, you won’t even be able to feel this waterfall of light.
This knife,

Spanning the sky,

This knife,

Yet it seemed as if it had never been split.
The power of the Jing State is completely melted by this sword.

When light and darkness no longer shake,
After the space is stabilized,

The body of the stone Buddha had been split into two neat halves, and the fracture was smoother than a mirror.

The infant-like Wuxiangyu and the old man-like Daluotian were chopped out of their bodies and lay on the ground with their hands and feet chopped off. Their Taoism had been abolished, but their faces were expressionless.
After a second or two, they felt the pain and howled in agony.

The knife is too fast.

So fast that I can’t even feel the pain in time.

In Pengjia Town, Zhou Xuan was wearing light clothes, looking up at the azure sky, as if he was spending his leisurely holiday.

The map of mountains and rivers has disappeared.

The statue of Acalanatha was also neatly chopped into two halves.

The Holy Son and Holy Daughter, because they were far away, only had their feet chopped off, but because of the Sixteen Postures of Jingguo’s momentum, it was melted into the severed ends, and they could not be reborn with flesh and blood.

In the first major battle between the Well Kingdom and the Buddha Kingdom, victory or defeat was decided by just a single sword.

“The Buddhists are really just like that.”

“The nemesis of the Pain School turns out to be Wu Wen Shan.”

He was nagging, not like the swordsman who had just killed the Holy Son and Holy Maiden, the Stone Buddha, and Acala with one sword. Instead, he seemed like a young man who liked to talk to himself.

But the others were not as calm as Zhou Xuan. The Tattoo people worshiped Zhou Xuan. The first tattoo pattern of the Tattoo family, which had been passed down for two thousand years, was created by Zhou Xuan.

The major parade gods in Mingjiang Prefecture were very excited.

In their minds, the first place of cultivation in Jingguo is the most powerful.

What Acalanatha, what Buddha’s Heavenly King Sect, could not withstand the stunning sword strike from Nuo’s disciple.

Only Zhou Lingyi collected the sea of ​​red spider lilies in Pengjia Town, walked slowly to Zhou Xuan, and helped her brother wipe the dust off his collar.

“Brother, your storyteller’s gown doesn’t suit you. It’s too bookish. Tomorrow, I’ll ask tailor Li to make you another one. It’s still a gown, but the pattern needs to be changed to make it more flowing.”

“Why don’t you make me a Taoist robe? It will make me look elegant.”

“also.”

The first thing the brother and sister did after the battle was to chat about family matters.

Yun Ziliang also gave Zhou Xuan a thumbs up and said, “Xuan Zi, you are a person with good aesthetic taste. What robe can be more elegant than our Taoist robes?”

He seems to be bragging about himself.
Who doesn’t know that the people of Xunlong Mountain love to wear Taoist robes?

The battle was a success and Zhou Lingyi’s deadline was approaching. After instructing Zhou Xuan to remember to hold a celebration banquet, he returned to Mingjiang Mansion first.

“Brother, so many people helped you, you should reward them well.”

Zhou Lingyi actually forgot for a moment… In the Zhou family, she was the worst at socializing.
The one who is best at dealing with interpersonal relationships is Zhou Xuan.

“I remember, sister. If you hadn’t reminded me, I would have almost forgotten it.”

“Just kidding.” Zhou Lingyi pretended to give Zhou Xuan a slap on the face, but she was just pretending. After her figure faded, she waved her hand and disappeared in Pengjia Town.

“Lao Hua, eat the Holy Son and Holy Daughter as sacrifices, and I will deify you.”

Zhou Xuan and the painter had agreed in advance that the bodies of the Saint Son and Saint Daughter would be devoured by the painter.

After the painter became the first incense burner of the Bone Old Society in the human world and the world of time, Zhou Xuan returned the divinity of the Heavenly Official to the Bone Old Society, making the painter a new sky god.

“Thank you for your help, young sir.”

The painter looked at the still-living Saint Son and Saint Daughter, and began to worry in his heart…

……

Above the sky, some are happy while others are sad.

What worries me is the two real gods in Mingjiang Prefecture, the witch “Fuhou” and the city god “Shuiyong”.
They wished Zhou Xuan would be defeated, and even more so, he would die.

The sudden appearance of Zhou Xuan made the gods in the sky wary. The ones they feared the most were definitely the gods in Mingjiang Mansion.

They saw with their own eyes that Zhou Xuan mobilized the Bone Elders Association and the witches, and also called for reinforcements from Pingshui Prefecture, and killed “Peng Hou”, “Tian Guan” and “Ghost Hand” one by one. He was truly fearless.

They are also gods, and they are afraid that one day disaster will befall them.

“Zhou Xuan has a rebellious nature. He cannot live.”

“Goddess of Women, he can’t survive. No one can resist the “Book of Will”. The Book of Will has been activated a few days ago. Sooner or later, he will die.”

“That’s right. Under the Book of Will, there is no one left alive.”

Compared to Empress Fu and Shui Yong who were angry at Zhou Xuan for “turning defeat into victory”, the God of Suffering was very happy.

“Good boy, this amazing sword move is powerful enough to fight against Jiuzhuxiang.”

When the God of Suffering saw the Sixteenth Power of the Well Kingdom reappear on earth after two thousand years, he recalled the past.

The battle between the gods and the demons was so brutal. If it weren’t for the gods who combined the sixteen auras of the Well Kingdom into one, the Well Kingdom would now be a place where the white walkers raise pigs and dogs.

Above the gods are the heavenly gods, and above the strange ghosts are the heavenly ghosts.

However, after the invading celestial ghosts were killed by the gods two thousand years ago, no new celestial ghosts have appeared on the land of Jing State since then.

Peng Hou’s Heavenly Ghost Map has acquired some of the Heavenly Ghost’s aura.

“There are nine incense sticks in the world. After this battle, I’m afraid they all want Zhou Xuan’s life.”

The incense Taoist priest rode a black donkey and appeared next to the dim flame of the God of Suffering and said.

“The young man is a good young man, but he is under great pressure to change the country.”

“When Jiuzhuxiang faced Zhou Xuan and Zhou Lingyi, he was probably thinking whether he could block that amazing sword. Except for those guardians of the world, all the Jiuzhuxiang who dared not ascend to the sky to kill the old gods were cowards.

Since you are a coward, what is there to be afraid of?”

“Don’t be afraid, coward, but where is the Book of Will?” The Taoist priest asked, holding a whisk in one hand and gently patting it with the other hand.

“What do you mean?”

“The Book of Will is being activated. The god-level in the sky will rely on this book to kill Zhou Xuan.”

“Bifang is so brave to use the Book of Heaven to deal with a mortal.”

“The Lord has been asleep for five hundred years. During these five hundred years, the gods of the Well Kingdom seemed to have lost supervision. What are they afraid to do?”

The incense Taoist priest said: “If the Heavenly Book is activated, I’m afraid the young man can’t bear it. However, he also comprehended the Heavenly Book by chance. The Heavenly Book fights against the Heavenly Book. This young man can always give me some fun to watch. Unlike the people in the time and space world, they are all stagnant and boring. It’s really boring.”

“If I wake up, I will be the first to kill Bifang.”

“Look, here you go again… Let’s talk about it when you wake up.”

The Taoist priest left a sinister remark and rode away on his black donkey…

……

“Cough cough.”

Zhou Xuan was in the village of Pengjia Town, singing and dancing with the tattooed people and drinking heavily. As he was drinking, he coughed. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief and wiped a trace of blood.

“Ms. Wall, maybe it’s really the Book of Will that’s destroying my body…”

(End of this chapter)