Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 751 - 585: Xuan Ming’s Surprise Attack + - 586: Cremation by Fire_2

Chapter 751: Chapter 585: Xuan Ming’s Surprise Attack + Chapter 586: Cremation by Fire_2

Not even willing to guard the pass anymore.

Hiss...

Suddenly, the Mystic Snake Dharma form on Bai He’s body rocketed straight, and a chilling red light shot out from the huge snake head above. The mouth silently opened, and the red tongue flickered out, piercing into the air.

At the same time, the stroke of the sword Bai He had swung was drawn back. Like the flicker of the tongue, it stabbed into the void.

The next moment, hundreds of feet away, golden light exploded on Han Guang’s chest...

A thread of sword light pierced his chest, traversing his back, with blood scattering through the sky.

"Chickens and dogs, not worth a single strike."

Bai He said coldly with a sneer.

The surrounding cries of combat, all paused for a moment.

The overwhelmingly advantaged Tiger Vanguard and Lion Guardian both felt their bladders tighten and their body turn cold, ready to turn and flee.

As a tiger and a lion demon, they followed the orders of the Brahma Heaven Sect; fighting with the wind at their back was still manageable, but risking their lives in a fight was not.

After all, even Jile Buddha and Prefectural Governor Han Guang were defeated so miserably.

Being weaker than both Jile Old Buddha and the demon, on what strength could they continue defending?

’Could it be, Old Monk Xuanming that cunning bastard didn’t come after all? Am I wrong?’ As this thought flashed through Zhou Ping’an’s mind, he was surprised at Bai He’s formidable strength but also found it odd that monk Xuan Ming hadn’t shown up yet.

The next moment, he was no longer surprised.

Tiger Vanguard and Lion Guardian no longer wished to flee.

Not only did they not flee, but their offensive grew even more ferocious.

Because, just as Bai He defeated two enemies with his sword, turning Jile Old Buddha into a kite, and then piercing Prefectural Governor Han Guang with another... behind him, somehow, a dark golden figure had appeared.

To be precise, it was one black and one shiny gold body, merging together to form a dual-phased phantom light.

Like a television screen fringing, somewhat blurry to the eyes.

This person appeared just at the right moment, so swiftly that Zhou Ping couldn’t even notice how he got there.

He only felt the earth like flowing sand, flashing beneath his feet, and in an instant, a palm was pressed on Bai He’s back.

The change was abrupt.

Bai He had no time to parry with his sword; the recently sprung body of the Black Water Mystic Snake had its snake-coiled peak Dharma form merged into the sword’s edge to attack the enemy, and he was hit from behind with a fierce strike.

Thump...

Amidst the deep thud, the dark golden silhouette revealed its True Form, which was an old monk with half a face black as ink, fierce and ferocious, and the other half shining gold, benevolent and kind.

"Xuan Ming!"

A flicker of light in Zhou Ping’s eyes.

Having waited so long, he finally caught sight of this person.

It must be said, this Abbot of the Bodhi Institute of Brahma Temple certainly possesses astonishing abilities.

Zhou Ping had been entangled with his incarnations of evil thoughts in two consecutive battles.

One battle with Blood Asura, the second a clash of Divine Will.

Both were close victories.

And that was just the opponent’s external incarnation of evil thoughts.

Without the true body, it was already that strong.

Later on, while chasing after this person, he was misled by his various schemes, nearly crashing headlong into the Small Underworld in the deep mountains, which was extremely dangerous.

It can be said that the toughest opponent Zhou Ping has encountered in this world, is this person.

The movement technique of the other party, capable of Shrinking Ground to Inches, was no weaker than his own.

Moreover, he possessed the unique skill of Breath Concealment and Form Hiding; as soon as one lost sight of him, it became very difficult to pursue.

These skills were still tolerable.

But what was most troublesome was this old monk not at all resembling a compassionate clergy.

On the contrary, he had strategic depth, cunning and deceitful.

He stirred up trouble everywhere, even mobilizing various forces to oppose Zhou Ping.

Compared to his calculations, his martial arts seemed insignificant.

Upon seeing this person, Zhou Ping’s killing intent surged.

Yet his mind maintained a saintly demeanor of neither sorrow nor joy, blending into the mist, silently closing in.

Old Monk Xuan Ming with a strike of the Great Brahma Wisdom Palm, took advantage of the situation, landing it on Bai He’s back, causing a tremor as if the earth and the mountains were shaking, distorting and rippling the air around.

As if even the sky was slightly trembling.

One could only imagine the sheer ferocity of this palm strike.

Needless to say, Bai He couldn’t withstand it.

Flung by the force of the palm, he tumbled away.

Spitting blood from his mouth.

His aura plummeted.

However, Bai He, who had lived through relentless pursuit, naturally would not easily surrender, enduring the fierce pain of his body falling apart, he parried with his sword.

The tail of the Black Water Mystic Snake swayed slightly, landing immediately, transforming into a long black river, blocking behind him.

The body thrown away, shimmered with a glint of water, having already leapt a hundred feet away.

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Chapter 586: Burning the Body with Fire

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"You can’t escape."

Monk Xuan Ming spoke, with one voice cold and the other gentle, as if two people were speaking at once, which was particularly unsettling to the ear.

He took another step, as if the earth folded underneath him; lifting his foot while still a hundred feet outside the Three Mountains Pass, by the time it landed, he was already above the Pass.

He had crossed the black long river that blocked his path.

With a white left palm and a pitch-black right palm intertwined, he formed a strange Hand Imprint.

Boom...

Another imprint thundered onto Bai He’s back.

The sneak attack came too quickly and fiercely.

Even by this time, Bai He still hadn’t managed to turn around.

As it seemed he would be hit by a second strike, Old Monk Xuan Ming’s half-black half-white face revealed a smile, grim on one side and kind on the other. The Hand Imprint was just about to hit when everything in front of his eyes turned black...

As if moving from daylight into a pitch-black night without stars or moon.

Unable to see or hear anything.

It was not only very dark but also very quiet around.

It was as if he had no idea where his body was.

He sniffed, and the scent of blood and fire of the battlefield, the stench of burning and blood, had all suddenly dissipated, as if it were all just a dream.