Upon hearing the monk's words, Xu Xian immediately understood. It turned out that this monk was the mastermind behind the chaos in Qiantang County. His eyes widened, and he said angrily.
Secretly, he reached into his robes, ready to take out the calligraphy scroll given to him by Xiao Ning at any moment.
"Black Tiger is indeed Buddha's mount. What, you were really involved? Make your move, kid!"
The monk had already decided that once the real murderer was found, he would torture him for three hundred years to quell his hatred.
As for Xu Xian, who was at the Innate Realm, he was definitely just a nobody and was not taken seriously by the monk at all; a single glance from him was enough to suppress him.
He exuded his aura and spoke calmly.
"hiss!"
What's it like to be targeted by a powerhouse who is at least at the Golden Core stage?
Xu Xian had already sensed it. He felt as if an invisible pressure was coming from all directions, making it hard for him to breathe. His hair stood on end and he was covered in cold sweat.
"Ah, Abbot, save me!"
In that life-or-death moment, Xu Xian couldn't think of anyone else besides Xiao Ning who could save him. As if by instinct, he threw out the calligraphy scroll from his arms and screamed.
"Boom!"
In his despair, Xu Xian's strong will triggered the calligraphy scroll, causing it to emit an extremely dazzling brilliance.
This time, amidst the flashes of light, an incomparably powerful aura emanated from the calligraphy.
In the dim light, a tall, blurry figure could be seen appearing and gradually solidifying.
Under immense pressure, Xu Xian felt his innate true energy gradually solidify, showing signs of transforming into innate true essence.
Normally, Xu Xian would have been overjoyed, but now, facing a life-or-death situation, he felt no joy whatsoever.
What good is it to break through when you're about to die?
Just as Xu Xian was feeling disheartened, he saw the light in the sky dissipate, and a very familiar figure appeared in his sight. It was none other than Xiao Ning, the abbot of Qingxu Temple.
A towering figure filled the heavens and earth, majestic and imposing, like a god descending to earth, awe-inspiring!
"Master, save me!"
Xu Xian was overjoyed and immediately asked for help.
"Huh? Who are you?"
The monk was startled by what he saw and quickly patted the red gourd at his waist. The Yin-Yang Soul-Slaying Demon appeared, perched on the monk's back, its empty eyes staring blankly at everything, a rare look of surprise on its face.
Xiao Ning's clone glanced at Xu Xian, then turned his gaze to the monk and the demon behind him. A hint of disgust appeared on his usually calm face.
He reached out and grabbed, then uttered a soft shout: "Destroy!"
An invisible force emanated, like a righteous aura, spreading outwards from Xiao Ning, dispelling all evil wherever it passed.
"Wow!"
The Yin-Yang Soul-Slaying Demon's face showed a hint of fear, and it cried out. But before it could make a move, it was swept away by that powerful force, and like ice and snow melting, it turned into a thick black mist and dissipated in mid-air.
At the same time, the chilling aura that had enveloped Xu Xian disappeared, and he collapsed to the ground as if he had been pulled out of the water, covered in cold sweat.
Such a huge change would take a long time to describe, but in reality it happened in an instant. Before the monk could even react, the Yin-Yang Soul-Slaying Demon he had painstakingly cultivated was completely powerless and was instantly killed by Xiao Ning.
"Ah...you scoundrel, prepare to die!"
The monk nearly went mad, his face flushed red, and with a painful scream, he charged towards Xiao Ning.
This physical body was merely a wisp of Xiao Ning's thought. If it hadn't been for Xu Xian's spiritual thought that triggered it, this wisp of thought would never have manifested.
When Xiao Ning gave Xu Xian a calligraphy scroll, he didn't think too much about it. For ordinary demons and monsters, the word "kill" alone would be enough to deal with them.
But no one expected that Xu Xian's spiritual power would surge at the critical moment of life and death, and he would actually trigger the thought left in the calligraphy, and Xiao Ning would naturally manifest an avatar.
Although his true form did not descend, his avatar was just as powerful, and dealing with a mere monk at the Profound Realm of Magic Power was a piece of cake.
Seeing the monk rush up, Xiao Ning smiled disdainfully.
"Like an ant trying to shake a tree, it's overestimating its own strength!"
With boundless magical power, the monk was grabbed, and with a squeeze, "Bang!" his body exploded into a bloody mist, leaving only a wisp of his spirit still struggling.
With a sweep of his divine sense, Xiao Ning quickly understood the whole story.
"Heh heh, you ignorant little monk, you wantonly slaughtered thousands of children with such cruelty, and even killed the City God. You'd better prepare to never rise again in the eighteenth level of hell!"
Even Xiao Ning was taken aback by the monk's past methods; ignorance truly breeds fearlessness!
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Chapter 20 (Final Chapter) [10k]
After casually dealing with the little monk who didn't even deserve a name, Xiao Ning, holding the monk's spirit, turned to look at Xu Xian, who was slumped on the ground, his gaze piercing.
"Good lad, you've turned misfortune into good fortune; you're about to break through to the Grandmaster realm. Not bad at all!"