Young White Horse: I, Ye Dingzhi, offer sacrifice to the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

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Chapter 89: Entering the Outer Realm Alone, Sweeping Away Gods and Buddhas!

Qi Tianchen sighed deeply and said, "Junior brother, would you be willing to listen to what your senior brother has to say?"

"Please speak, senior brother," Mo Yi said.

"She has been gone for decades, her flesh and blood have turned to bone, and her bones have turned to ash. Even if you could truly find a divine being to revive your sister, haven't you considered that her soul might already be at peace? Your actions will only disturb the peace of the deceased."

"Even if you succeed, can you really guarantee that the one who comes back to life is truly your original sister?" Qi Tianchen shook his head: "Do you know that you have already entered the path of the ghosts?"

Mo Yi remained calm: "Hasn't Master already succeeded? What does the Ghost Path matter? As long as it leads to success, that is the best path."

"Twenty years ago, wasn't Ye Dingzhi's demonic path like this? If he hadn't fallen into the demonic path, he probably would have had to watch helplessly as the Xiao royal family, who had wiped out his entire family, continued to live a carefree life, and even had their women stolen away."

"The demonic path, the ghostly path, the righteous path—to me, only the path that can successfully resurrect my sister is the true path!"

Qi Tianchen said in a deep voice, "Decades have passed, and your sister's soul is probably..."

"You'll only know once you try," Mo Yi said calmly.

“But whether it succeeds or not, she will die.” Qi Tianchen pointed at Li Hanyi in the center of the formation with his whisk: “She is a life, just like your sister.”

Mo Yi sneered: "Why should I care about other people's lives or deaths?"

Qi Tianchen sighed: "You've changed. The you of the past once told me that all living things are precious."

"The person who spoke to you was the mortal Mo Yi, but I am now the immortal Mo Yi," Mo Yi said.

Qi Tianchen sighed heavily again: "How can I stop you?"

"There's only one possibility." Mo Yi's sleeves fluttered: "Someone stronger than me. Unfortunately, no one can do it, not even you, Senior Brother."

Qi Tianchen suddenly flicked his whisk: "Do you really think that I, who have traveled thousands of miles in spirit, have no way to stop you?"

“Senior brother, when I left the mountain, you were already 23 and not as good as me. Now, the difference in our cultivation levels is like heaven and earth. What can you do to stop me?” Mo Yi said proudly.

Qi Tianchen is known as the most powerful supervisor of the Imperial Observatory in the past three hundred years. He is the most revered national teacher among the cultivators of Beili. Even the head of Wudang Mountain has to bow his head in respect when he sees him. Now, he can travel thousands of miles in spirit with the help of Taoist methods, which is even more like the behavior of an immortal.

But in Mo Yi's eyes, he was just an ordinary senior brother whose talent was far inferior to her own.

"Junior brother, don't underestimate your senior brother too much." Qi Tianchen suddenly flicked his whisk and smashed it down on Mo Yi's head: "Kneel."

A gentle touch to the Immortal's Peak makes the Green Mountain kneel in its weight.

Mo Yi actually bent down and knelt down, his body plummeting down, one leg pressing down so hard that it sheared off a corner of the Cangshan peak.

"I'll let my senior brother use three moves," Mo Yi said calmly. "A single kneel is an act of kindness."

"Kneel again!" Qi Tianchen flicked his whisk again.

Mo Yi suddenly flew backward and landed on the vast sea.

He bent down and knelt again, causing the hundred-foot-high sea tide to surge up.

"Kneeling twice to repay the kindness of my master."

"Kneel again!" Every single hair on Qi Tianchen's whisk stood up instantly, like the feathers of a bird.

Mo Yi suddenly appeared below the pavilion and knelt down gently on the ground.

Lei Wujie was so frightened that he pulled Xiao Se back.

But this kneeling was quiet and gentle.

The world seemed to stand still for a moment.

All that could be heard was Mo Yi's calm voice.

"Three kneelings as classmates"

Mo Yi stood up.

"I've finished kneeling." Mo Yi looked up: "Then, senior brother, please die."

He leaped up instantly, his sleeves flailing wildly, and slammed them down on Qi Tianchen, shattering the whisk into dust. He then swept his long sleeves again, seemingly about to turn Qi Tianchen to ashes as well.

Qi Tianchen stretched out two fingers and rapidly drew a huge Bagua symbol on his chest, blocking Mo Yi's attack.

Taiji gives rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang give rise to the Four Symbols, and the Four Symbols give rise to the Eight Trigrams.

The move was exactly the same as the one Mo Yi had just used; it was the ultimate technique of Huanglong Mountain, the Eight Trigrams Heart Gate.

Qi Tianchen was forced back by the blow, and Mo Yi imitated him, rapidly slashing her chest.

"Taiji generates Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang generate the Four Symbols, the Four Symbols generate the Eight Trigrams. Senior brother, your Eight Trigrams are too small."

A Bagua diagram appeared, nearly ten times larger than the one Qi Tianchen had just drawn.

"The Eight Trigrams can transform into all things." Mo Yi snapped his fingers together and said coldly.

Qi Tianchen exclaimed in surprise, "I never imagined that our cultivation levels were so different."

Qi Tianchen's figure gradually flickered under the impact of the power of the Eight Trigrams Heart Gate, as if it was about to gradually dissipate.

Until a punch came from the west.

"Break!" Baili Dongjun roared, and the power of the Bagua was instantly dissipated. He breathed heavily and said, "Grand Preceptor, you must hold on. I can't deal with this monster by myself."

Qi Tianchen's figure became clear again, and he smiled faintly, "It seems that I can only join forces with City Lord Baili."

"Can you beat them?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"We're still missing one person," Qi Tianchen sighed.

"Who?" Baili Dongjun asked, puzzled.

“A Vajra of Buddhism.” Qi Tianchen looked at the ethereal and peerless Mo Yi: “Among the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, I am the head of Taoism, and Brother Baili is the head of Confucianism. We are only missing a Vajra of Buddhism. Only with the combined power of the three religions can we suppress Mo Yi’s ghostly immortal power.”

"How could I, a mere martial artist, be worthy of being called the head of the Confucian school? You must be talking about that stinking scholar Xie Xuan." Baili Dongjun scratched his head.

“City Lord Baili is a disciple of Li Changsheng. Li Changsheng was the Chancellor of the Imperial Academy and a great Confucian scholar of the previous dynasty. City Lord, please don’t be modest,” Qi Tianchen said.

Baili Dongjun sighed: "Then we're still one person short. So, let's fight to the death."

"The chances are slim," Qi Tianchen shook his head.

"We have to give it our all," Baili Dongjun said calmly.

"Alright!" Qi Tianchen nodded, his hand suddenly reaching out and rapidly drawing talismans in the air, revealing a giant lion illusion: "Let me clear the way for City Lord Baili!"

Taiyi Lion Formula.

Qi Tianchen and the lion illusion rushed towards Mo Yi together.

Baili Dongjun closed his eyes.

He leaped up and followed Qi Tianchen.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Lei Wujie was puzzled. Baili Dongjun used only fist techniques and palm techniques when he was unarmed, but how could there be such reckless fist and palm techniques?

"I've never seen Dongjun use this fist technique before," Sikong Changfeng said, still puzzled.

"This is not fist fighting, this is swordsmanship." Xiao Se's eyes seemed to burn with fire.

Use your legs as the hilt, your body as the blade, your fists as the pommel, and your fingers as the tip.

Using people as swords.

Although no sword is held in his hand, it is the most dangerous swordsmanship in the world!

Under the combined attack of two powerful beings who had reached the Divine Realm, even someone as strong as Mo Yi could no longer remain as composed as he had been at the beginning. His brows furrowed, and for a moment he could only defend himself.

"Damn it, such a wonderful duel, and I can only stand below and watch," Lei Wujie said angrily.

Sikong Changfeng shook his head: "Those below the Divine Realm are simply unable to participate in such a duel."

"A divine journey through the realm of choice, huh?" Lei Wujie stood up.

"Are you crazy?" Xiao Se glanced at him coldly. "You haven't even reached the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm yet. Do you really want to go and die?"

"You heard what I just said too." Lei Wujie's tone was unusually calm: "The Grand Preceptor meant that if Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism joined forces, they could defeat Mo Yi. But right now there are only the two of them. We are still missing a Vajra from Buddhism. You forgot, I learned a set of boxing techniques, and I still practice it every day as that person instructed."

"The Great Arhat Subduing Demon Vajra Invincible Divine Power." Xiao Se pronounced the name very seriously, even though it might be a made-up name.

"Boy, are you really going?" Sikong Changfeng asked in a deep voice.

Lei Wujie didn't speak, he just stood up.

"How dare you!" Sikong Changfeng placed his hand on Lei Wujie's shoulder and channeled his profound inner energy into him.

"This true energy can temporarily allow you to enter the realm of carefree heaven, at least slightly influencing the battle," Sikong Changfeng said.

After a while.

Lei Wujie's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He did not draw his Heart Sword, but walked forward empty-handed, his red robe fluttering, his true energy surging like flames.

He looked up at Li Hanyi, who was still trapped in the array's core, and murmured, "That's my sister, how can I just sit here and do nothing?!"

Lei Wujie turned around and leaped into the air.

Above, after blocking the initial powerful combined attack from Qi Tianchen and Baili Dongjun, Mo Yi had regained the advantage. Although she was fighting two against one, Mo Yi's strength seemed inexhaustible, showing no signs of fatigue.

However, Baili Dongjun was already too weak to continue, and even Qi Tianchen, who had come from a dream, began to blur again.

At that moment, a fist came in.

Neither Baili Dongjun nor Qi Tianchen noticed the appearance of the fist, but the next moment, a surge of joy rose in their hearts at the same time.

Because that fist contained authentic Buddhist martial arts techniques.

This first punch was very simple and unpretentious. It was the kind of punch that a nine-year-old child could learn to do, like the Great Arhat Fist, which cost only three coins in a book at the Shaolin Temple.

The second punch suddenly transformed into eighteen gusts of wind, some gentle, some domineering, some ethereal, and some ruthless... all hurtling towards Mo Yi.

This is the true invincible divine power of the Great Arhat Subduing Demons Vajra.

"What a fine little Vajra!" Qi Tianchen exclaimed, while simultaneously unleashing a palm strike.

Baili Dongjun smiled slightly and threw a punch.

A true union of the three religions.

Mo Yi's right sleeve was shattered. He flicked two fingers and retreated backward, landing back on the roof of the pavilion.

Qi Tianchen, Baili Dongjun, and Lei Wujie all landed on the ground.

"Great! It looks like it will work!" Xiao Se exclaimed happily.

Baili Dongjun patted Lei Wujie on the shoulder: "Not bad, kid."

Lei Wujie did not answer him. Lei Wujie was now forcibly maintaining the crumbling Xiaoyao Tianjing. If he lost his last breath, he would faint.

His muscles bulged as he struggled to muster his last bit of strength.

Qi Tianchen looked at Mo Yi on the pavilion roof and laughed, "This young brother probably won't last much longer, but at least there's a bit more hope now. This old Taoist can probably stay for about half an incense stick's time. What about City Lord Baili?"

Baili Dongjun shrugged: "If I fight for another half an incense stick, I'll probably be too exhausted to continue and die."

Having suffered his first major setback, Mo Yi sat atop the pavilion, his face expressionless, gazing into the distance.

"What is he looking at?" Xiao Se turned his head, puzzled. (Backup group)

On the sea, the bright moon rises.

"Not good." Qi Tianchen sighed softly.

Baili Dongjun also shook his head: "It is indeed not good."

Transcending the Yin realm, the divine form is obscure; the ghost gate has no surname, the three mountains have no name.

He is called an immortal, but in reality a ghost.

Instead of relying on the power of the Great Way, they use the power of cunning and deceit.

At the time of the moon's rise, the yin energy is at its peak and the yang energy is at its weakest.

Mo Yi stood atop the pavilion, looking down at everyone.

That gaze was cold, as if looking at a dead person.

"Grand Preceptor, we have to risk our lives again," Baili Dongjun said loudly.

Qi Tianchen raised two fingers, his beard and hair standing on end. He was already an old man, but his voice still had the air of a young man: "I have obtained what I sought, and I should be able to die with a smile. I am an old man who is about to die, and I can still fight to the death with others. I have won."

Baili Dongjun slapped Lei Wujie on the shoulder and transferred a wisp of his remaining true energy to Lei Wujie: "You are very good, like your father and your sister. It's just a pity that not many people saw this battle, otherwise you could have become famous in one battle."

"Rise!" Lei Wujie could no longer hold back and leaped up.

Baili Dongjun and Qi Tianchen followed closely behind Lei Wujie and leaped forward.