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The golden light bloomed on the demon-conquering stick, and circles of scriptures emerged.

That was what the eminent monks chanted every day when he was in Luoxia Temple.

It didn't know what it meant at first, but later it understood that it was a story about persuading people to do good and telling the truth about life.

But it’s not a human being, so what do these stories and truths have to do with it?

However, none of the monks in Luoxia Temple cared about this. They just kept chanting sutras to this stick.

After listening to it too much, Stick has already memorized it by heart.

Suddenly one day, it seemed to understand something.

It is wondering, is the meaning of its existence just to teach these Buddhist scriptures?

At this time, the stick thought it was a book.

A book that helps people to be kind.

But later, a monk took it down the mountain.

This time down the mountain, the monk used it to kill someone.

It suddenly realized that it was actually a weapon.

If it is a weapon, it will kill.

But the Buddhist scriptures it studied were not like this.

The stick is very confused, not knowing whether killing is right or wrong.

Then it gradually became dark.

This layer of black covers its original golden color.

It spent an unknown amount of time in the darkness.

It wasn't until someone cleaned up the dark exterior that it was able to see the light of day again.

At this time, it figured out something.

It is a tool, and what it can do is not determined by it, but by the person who uses it.

So it wants to find an owner who suits it.

That way, it won't have to be thought about so much.

The master can do whatever he wants.

It doesn't matter whether you help people to do good, whether it's killing animals to commit evil, or whether you can subjugate and eliminate demons.

It's just a stick anyway, and it's not it that makes the decision.

Buzz~!

The demon-suppressing stick buzzed, and the deep black color infected the golden color. The Buddha's voice urging people to do good was mixed with all kinds of vicious curses and unwilling cries at the time of death.

"What a terrible karma, Amitabha. The spirit of the weapon has already fallen into the wrong path. It still needs to be taken back to Luoxia Temple, recite sutras for a period of time, and use the sutras to wash away this karma." Juexin said.

At the same time, he also handed out his Zen staff.

The Buddha's shadow and the Zen staff accompanied each other, turning into a powerful blow.

Faced with Jue Xin's accusations, the Demon Subduing Stick remained unmoved.

What does it mean about me?

I'm just a stick! !

How others want to use it is their business and has nothing to do with me.

Lin Qianxing raised his hand and struck out the devil-subduing stick. The golden light and black energy on the stick blended and collided with the Buddha's shadow.

Boom~!

The majestic power exploded, and the lake dented, forming a huge circular pit.

Next to him, Li Shuanghua took the opportunity to stab Lin Qianxing with a sword.

Lin Qianxing couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as the extreme chill hit him.

Most of the ordinary martial arts artistic conceptions are landscapes or animals, or else they are water, fire, wind and thunder.

The martial arts artistic conception of ice and snow is actually rare.

As for why?

Because when water freezes, it dissipates heat.

Therefore, it is necessary to absorb the energy of an object to cool it down and freeze it.

Most of the rest of the true meaning of martial arts is to release the energy in the body outwards.

Therefore, such true meaning of martial arts is difficult to evolve under inertial thinking.

In other words, even if it evolved, it was just a spiritual disguise.

Make the other person feel cold, rather than really cold.

But Li Shuanghua is different, she really understands this.

Her sword was constantly absorbing the heat from the surroundings.

Lin Qianxing held the stick against the nine-ring Zen staff with his right arm. He moved his left hand with his inner breath and raised his sword fingers to face Li Shuanghua's sword.

His sword was different from Li Shuanghua's Ice Sword, it seemed so ordinary.

But it was this ordinary sword move that made Li Shuanghua unable to help showing a look of surprise on his cold face.

An artistic conception without artistic conception?

Is this okay?

This is like someone using "no obsession" as their obsession.

Such an artistic conception is too bizarre.

Before he could scream too much, the sword blade had already collided with the sword light that shot out in front of Lin Qianxing's sword finger.

Although it was just the sword light condensed with inner energy, Li Shuanghua felt as if he had hit real gold and iron.

Frost began to spread along the sword light, and she actually planned to freeze the sword light.

However, the sword light suddenly changed its form at this time, completely embracing her sword body.

If there is no artistic conception, then all artistic conceptions will be included.

Li Shuanghua understood what the other party meant.

This is an extremely greedy warrior.

He wanted everything, so in the end he got nothing.

Therefore, there is this artistic conception without artistic conception.

Fortunately, she still had a backup plan.

The heat previously absorbed by the Frost Flower Sword exploded out at once, and was released through the tip of the sword, turning into an extremely condensed red.

Boom~! !

Bang~!

Splashing ice picks cut through the lake surface at extremely fast speeds and shot out in all directions.

Live fish were pierced by ice picks and were floating on the water. Lin Qianxing's courtyard in the middle of the lake in the distance was even more horribly destroyed. The walls were covered with ice picks, and the plants in the flower beds were all dead.

Ning Cai'er's figure was hanging in the void, casually smashing some flying ice picks with her graceful posture.

At the center of the battle, Lin Qianxing and three people stood side by side in a triangle, hanging over the middle of the lake.

Juexin's arms were trembling, and he couldn't hold the Zen staff in his hand.

The power from that stick was so terrifying that seven rings were missing from his Zen stick, all of which were smashed by Lin Qianxing.

Li Shuanghua's sword-holding arm was completely frozen.

The lack of true meaning means that when Lin Qianxing faces the enemy, whatever true meaning the enemy uses, he can also use the same true meaning.

This time Li Shuanghua was hurt by his true intentions.

No, that is a true meaning stronger than my frosty true meaning! !

With one against two, Lin Qianxing won.

He didn't even use his real weapon. The Tua Fan Sword was still in Ning Cai'er's hand.

"Let's go, this stick has nothing to do with you." Lin Qianxing shook his head and said.

"Amitabha."

Juexin was still waiting for further persuasion, but Lin Qianxing had already knocked him down with a stick.

Clang~!

Juexin flew backwards and was supported by two elders when he reached the shore. The three of them took more than ten steps back before stopping.

"If you lose, you lose. Let's save the situation for the winner!" Lin Qianxing said disdainfully.

Generally speaking, you should not do things like saying harsh words when you lose, especially when your hard power is not as good as the opponent's and you don't have a life-saving trump card.

Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Just say it from the bottom of your heart to encourage yourself. If you really want to say it in front of the enemy, others won't care. If you really remember it in your heart, you may be punished on the spot. In order to avoid future troubles, people say, "This child cannot be kept."

Li Shuanghua shook her arm, and the frozen frost on it dissipated. Immediately, she cupped her fists and saluted Lin Qianxing, thanking Lin Qianxing for keeping her hand, and then left.

Juexin from the shore didn't say anything else and directly chose to leave with the two elders.

Lin Qianxing's level of cultivation could only be compared to that of the number one person in the world.

I don’t know where such an expert came from.

Sure enough, you still can't look down on the people of the world too much.

Speaking of the number one person in the world, the number one person in the world has already arrived not far from Lin Qianxing.

Lin Qianxing's figure is considered burly.

But in front of him, Lin Qianxing was like a child.

Because of this, the person is fully two and a half meters tall.

With his short, disheveled hair and rugged face, it seemed that this man was not a human being, but some kind of humanoid species.

He is Wang Zhen, who is recognized as the strongest by both Gui and Jiang countries, Liu Yue's master, and has the title of "Mountain Axe".

This man was born with a strange birth. He stayed in his mother's womb for almost two years before he came out. He almost took half of his mother's life after he was born. He was a fat boy of almost thirty pounds.

He was able to walk in three days, and in half a year his body was comparable to that of a ten-year-old child.

Relying on a rudimentary inner breath technique, he was able to exert a thousand kilograms of strength with one arm at the age of ten.

At the age of fifteen, he fought all over the country and could not find a few decent opponents.

Later he embarked on the path of creating his own martial arts.

Not only is his physical endowment extraordinary, his brain is also easy to use, and his understanding is extremely exaggerated.

In addition, he is able to endure hardships, is not afraid of playing to death, and enters the real world at the age of eighteen.

Then he cheated all the way, entering the Fusion Realm at the age of fifty, and reaching the peak of the Fusion Realm at the age of sixty, with no more opponents.

By the way, his nickname of Mountain Ax was not from before he was invincible.

It comes after Invincible.

One day when he had nothing to do, he saw a 100-meter-high mountain outside his house. He didn't like it, so he went down with an ax and split it in half.

Then he had the title of mountain axe.

Such a person deserves Lin Qianxing's serious attention.

Lin Qianxing regretted that she had not met him earlier, otherwise she might have been able to obtain purple energy from him.

The next moment, Lin Qianxing threw the demon-conquering stick and threw it to Ning Cai'er. He stretched out his hand to hold it, and the Tuifan sword unsheathed and flew directly into his palm.

"Don't you take a break?" Wang Zhen asked.

"How much effort do you think it will take to deal with them?" Lin Qianxing asked.

"Yes." Wang Zhen nodded, showing great agreement.

Then he also took off the broad-bladed ax he was carrying on his back.

There are very few people in the world who use axes as weapons.

Too heavy and too inflexible.

But only Wang Zhen is weird.

He disliked other weapons being too fragile, so he simply went to the palace and used the ancestral weapon as his own weapon.

This mountaineering ax is made entirely of metal. It is two meters and three meters long. The ax handle is one and a half meters long. It is as thick as two adult fists and cannot be held by most people.

The remaining part is the ax itself, and its blade is more than one meter long.

When this thing was created, no one thought about using it as a weapon.

But in this world, there happens to be such a weirdo like Wang Zhen.

"Your apprentice taught you well." Lin Qianxing suddenly said with emotion.

At first he thought Liu Yue used the gun as a hammer, but now he realized that he learned it from his master. Unfortunately, he did not have the strength to use an axe, so he could only use the gun as an axe.

"Teach him casually, he has a good understanding." Wang Zhen said.

During the exchange between the two, the momentum had risen to the extreme.

The next moment, they all took action in unison.

Ning Cai'er's pupils shrank, Li Shuanghua and Juexin, who had just walked not far away, turned back, and even Liu Yue looked in this direction.

The expressions of several people were stunned for a moment, and then full of shock.

"Good sword." Wang Zhen praised, and then added: "You are also a good swordsman."

On his cheek, a trace of blood appeared.

Lin Qianxing put away his sword and stood up, and also praised: "It's great to have a warrior like you in this world."

There was also a gap the size of a fingernail on the corner of his clothes. In terms of strength, he was even better.

However, compared to this, the thousand-meter-long deep ravine, the streamer lake that was divided into two, and the forest with the tree tops almost completely cut off were even more terrifying.

The strength of these two people is beyond the comprehension of other warriors in the world.