"The Vajra Pestle! That old bald monk actually brought that out with him!"
When Yangming Daoist saw the object that Xuanming had offered up, he was surprised.
"Brother Yangming, is this Vajra Pestle very powerful?"
A young Taoist priest standing beside him asked.
"Of course it's powerful. This is a magic weapon, and it's rumored to be an ancient treasure passed down from the previous era. Its power is immense, comparable to our Qingyang Temple's Qinglei Peach Sword."
Yangming Daoren sighed.
"Comparable to our Qingyang Temple's Azure Thunder Peach Sword?" the young Taoist exclaimed. "Then isn't this young man surnamed Lu in danger?"
The other Taoist priests also looked surprised.
You should know that the Azure Thunder Peach Sword is one of the top three magic weapons of their Qingyang Temple, and only the temple master is qualified to use it.
This Vajra Pestle is actually such a treasure?
"That's not necessarily true. Even if it's a magic weapon, it depends on who uses it. If it's the abbot of Suspended Mountain, or one of the Supreme Elders, this young man will surely die."
However, the old bald monk Xuanming's cultivation level was only at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, so he was already quite good at being able to unleash one percent of the power of the Vajra Pestle.
If the young man retreats far enough, he still has a chance of survival.
Yangming Daoist and his fellow disciples did not lower their voices; on the contrary, they deliberately raised them slightly so that everyone around them could hear them clearly.
It was as if they were deliberately reminding Lu Qing.
However, Lu Qing's expression remained calm, and he was not shocked by Yangming Daoist's words.
At this moment, a note containing information about the vajra had also appeared in his field of vision.
【Vajra Pestle: A low-grade magic weapon, a treasure passed down from the Suspended Mountain, possessing great power and the ability to subdue demons and monsters.】
【The magical artifacts left behind by the true Xuan Kong Shan when he broke through the boundary and left in the previous era of cultivation.】
【This treasure, though seemingly illusory, can use golden light to stabilize a person's spirit and soul; in reality, it can shatter a person's body. Those struck by it will suffer minor setbacks, their souls scattered, and become crippled; those struck by it will have both body and spirit annihilated.】
【When a magical artifact reaches the Treasure level, it must be activated with magical power to unleash its full potential.】
【This magical artifact has been refined; anyone else wielding it can only unleash up to 70% of its power.】
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"A low-grade magic weapon? It seems the four secret realms aren't as powerful as I imagined. No wonder they coveted my soul talisman so much."
Based on what Yangming Daoist had just said, Lu Qing immediately had some guesses about the depth of the four secret lands.
Even a low-grade magic weapon could shock Yangming Daoist.
It seems that the four secret realms do not possess a large number of magical treasures.
Lu Qing remained calm, but the monk Xuanming, who was activating the Vajra Pestle, turned grim upon hearing Yangming Daoist's words.
He harbored deep hatred for Yangming Daoist.
The Taoist priest then deliberately revealed the origin of the Vajra Pestle.
They wanted to help Lu Qing by using someone else to do their dirty work!
Even if Xuanming understood Yangming's plan, he could only suffer in silence.
As Yangming Daoren said, the Vajra Pestle is a magic weapon of too high a grade to be easily used by someone like him who has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.
Furthermore, since he was not the true owner of this magical artifact, activating it was even more difficult.
Even if he and his fellow disciples formed a battle formation, they still needed to gather their strength before they could unleash the true power of the Vajra Pestle.
If Lu Qing were to escape now, he would have no choice but to launch an attack prematurely.
But he really couldn't guarantee that he could actually kill Lu Qing in that case.
Fearing that Lu Qing might escape, Xuanming dared not delay and immediately used his divine soul to shout, "Junior brothers, immediately change formation and surround the demon!"
"yes!"
After Xuanming and the others formed a battle formation, they were of one mind.
At his command, the others immediately turned their attention to the formation. The golden light that had been enveloping them suddenly reversed, turning into a large net that swept back towards Lu Qing, attempting to trap him within it.
But with Lu Qing's current cultivation level, how could he be so easily surrounded?
On the contrary, when he saw that Xuanming and the others had actually abandoned defense and adopted offense instead of defense, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"Finally, you're no longer a tortoise?"
Immediately, he stopped gathering his strength, exerted force with his feet, and a loud bang rang out, leaving a humanoid white mist in place, which was then enveloped by a golden light curtain.
The real body appeared in front of a large monk in the next moment and slashed down with a knife.
However, just as the monk was about to perish under Lu Qing's blade, the Vajra Pestle, which was floating in front of the monk Xuanming and emitting a hazy golden light, suddenly shone brightly.
The golden light surged at an extremely rapid pace, enveloping the entire group of monks in an instant.
Even Lu Qing couldn't dodge in time and was hit by the golden light.
Surrounded by golden light, Lu Qing's body trembled and stiffened. His sword, which was originally aimed at the monk, immediately stopped.
His eyes widened in horror, and he became like a puppet on strings, unable to move at all.
"Unfortunately, the boy still fell for it!"
Upon seeing this scene, Yangming Daoist sighed.
He was still a young man after all. Although he was powerful, he was too inexperienced. He was tricked by the old bald monk Xuanming and revealed his weakness, and his soul was immobilized.
However, the rumors turned out to be true. The Vajra Pestle of Suspended Mountain can suppress a person's soul and strike their body. Those struck by it will be annihilated, neither in body nor spirit, and will never be able to be reborn.
He initially thought there was some exaggeration involved, but now it seems it truly lives up to its reputation.
As Yangming Daoist sighed, the other spectators were equally astonished.
Unexpectedly, Lu Qing, who was just moments ago extremely fierce and had driven Xuan Kong Shan and the others into a desperate situation, was subdued so quickly.
As expected of Suspended Mountain, the foundation of its four secret lands is extraordinary. It can turn the tide in a desperate situation with just one treasure.
"Oh no, Ah Qing!"
The people on the tower were equally astonished.
The old doctor, in particular, was extremely anxious when he saw Lu Qing frozen in place by the golden light, and immediately tried to leap out of the tower.
However, just as the old doctor moved, Lu Qing's voice rang in his mind.
"Master, don't worry, I'm fine."
"Ah Qing, are you alright?"
The old doctor trembled, stopped, and looked surprised.
"I'm fine, don't worry, Master. I was just bluffing them."
The old doctor was relieved to hear that Lu Qing was faking it.
But soon, his mind went blank again: "Ah Qing's soul transmission can actually reach so far?"
It should be noted that since entering Zhongzhou, their spiritual perception abilities have been suppressed to a great extent.
Especially after entering the Holy City, they were suppressed to a distance of only twenty or thirty meters at most.
The tower is a full half-mile away from the courtyard.
"It seems that during this tribulation, A Qing's strength has truly undergone a complete transformation."
Thinking of this, the old doctor felt even more relaxed.
However, while the senior doctor was at ease, the others were not so relaxed.
People like Ma Gu watched with wide eyes, but unfortunately, they were in the tower and couldn't help Lu Qing at all; they could only worry helplessly.
"You little beast, no matter how cunning you are, you are no match for the magic-subduing treasures of my Suspended Mountain!"
On the other side, Xuanming saw that Lu Qing was frozen in place by the golden light, and he immediately relaxed and revealed a sinister smile.
Lu Qing was unable to move, but his eyes showed a look of terror.
This made Xuanming feel extremely happy.
These days, they've suffered quite a bit at Lu Qing's hands.
Not only were his disciples killed, but he himself was also constantly being cursed as an old bald donkey.
Don't be fooled by his calm, composed, and deep demeanor in front of his disciples and junior brothers.
In reality, the anger in his heart was greater than anyone else's.
It was just his usual deep composure that made him forcefully suppress his anger.
"Elder, kill this little beast!"
"Cut him in two and let him taste our pain!"
"Execute him by slow slicing!"
The other monks were overjoyed to see this.
The young monks, especially those who had been cut in half at the waist by Lu Qing, shouted that Lu Qing should be executed immediately.
Even the elders of Suspended Mountain looked at Xuanming.
However, seeing Lu Qing's terrified expression, Xuanming suddenly had a different thought:
"Absolutely not! Although this demon is deeply sinful and has a strong demonic root, even if we kill him, the demonic aura within him will still be impossible to dispel."
I think we should take him back first and use Buddhist teachings to guide him and purify his demonic energy; that is the right path.”
The other elders immediately understood.
Senior Brother Xuanming wants to convert Lu Qing and turn him into a puppet of their Suspended Mountain.
Thinking of Lu Qing's formidable strength and extraordinary talent, the elders were also tempted.
If their Suspended Mountain had such a puppet with extraordinary talent, its foundation could be greatly enhanced once again.
He immediately nodded in approval: "This is a great act of kindness. Senior Brother Xuanming is truly compassionate."
"Then please help me, fellow disciples, to completely immobilize this demon's soul before escorting him back to Suspended Mountain."
"yes."
Several senior monks immediately activated the formation, their energy connecting with Xuanming to help him subdue the demon.
With the help of his fellow disciples, the golden light of the Vajra Pestle in front of Xuanming intensified.
It even slowly flew up and came to the top of Lu Qing's head, accompanied by faint chanting, and descended with golden light, trying to completely seal Lu Qing's soul acupoints.
Once Lu Qing's acupoints are sealed, he will be unable to use any of his spiritual power.
At that time, not only will they become living dead, at the mercy of others, but all the treasures and secrets on their bodies will also belong to the Suspended Mountain.
Thinking of the treasures Lu Qing possessed and the secrets they might hold, Monk Xuanming felt a surge of excitement.
It's impossible for Lu Qing to possess such terrifying strength at such a young age without any secrets.
Moreover, it is likely a very powerful secret; otherwise, it is hard to imagine how he cultivated himself to such a level of strength.
If we can extract the secrets of his cultivation, perhaps my own cultivation level can also advance further!
Thinking of this, even with the profoundness of the monk Xuanming, a hint of fanaticism couldn't help but appear in his eyes.
The powerful figures watching from all around could only watch as Xuanming and the others were about to completely suppress Lu Qing, but not one of them dared to speak.
Firstly, they couldn't afford to offend the Suspended Mountain.
Secondly, the power emanating from the Vajra Pestle at this moment is truly terrifying.
No one present dared to say they could withstand its power.
Even Yangming Daoist dared not make any rash moves at this moment.
He secretly regretted not asking the abbot to bring the Azure Thunder Peach Sword with him when he came out.
If he had the Azure Thunder Peach Sword in hand, why would he need to fear these bald monks?
As the Vajra pestle slowly descended, Lu Qing's eyes gradually closed.
Xuanming and the other monks from the Suspended Mountain also smiled.
"it's over."
Master Yangming sighed.
Although he did not want the Suspended Mountain to gain any more power, under the suppression of the Vajra Pestle, Lu Qing had no hope of breaking free.
Even he was powerless against such a powerful weapon.
Just when everyone thought that Lu Qing was going to be completely suppressed and had no chance of making a comeback.
Suddenly, a hand appeared above Lu Qing's head and gently grasped the Vajra Pestle.
The one holding the Vajra Pestle was none other than Lu Qing.
Lu Qing opened his eyes and gave a strange smile as he looked at Monk Xuanming.
"What!"
Xuanming was shocked. He didn't have time to think. He immediately surged his divine soul power, wanting to activate his magic weapon to kill Lu Qing.
At this moment, he no longer cared about turning Lu Qing into a puppet.
All I wanted was to kill this strange and terrifying boy immediately.
However, just as Xuanming was about to activate the Vajra Pestle, something even more unbelievable happened.
The Vajra Pestle that Lu Qing was holding suddenly disappeared.
"puff!"
As the Vajra Pestle disappeared, Xuanming immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, an expression of disbelief and horror appeared on his face.
Because he sensed that the Vajra Pestle had completely disappeared.
Not only could it not be seen with the naked eye, but even his spiritual power could not sense its location.
The mental energy that he had been entwined with the Vajra Pestle was severed by something unknown.
This caused him considerable mental and emotional distress.
"What happened?"
"Where did that magical treasure from Suspended Mountain go?"
"This young man was not suppressed!"
"He was faking it just now!"
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Seeing that Lu Qing, who should have been suppressed, suddenly woke up.
This sudden change took everyone by surprise.
The powerful figures watching exclaimed in surprise.
Even Yangming Daoist stared wide-eyed.
I don't understand how Lu Qing was able to withstand the golden light suppressing the Vajra Pestle.
As for the monks on the suspended mountain, they were so shocked that they almost jumped up.
Xuanming, in particular, was so shocked that he roared angrily, "You little beast, what have you done?!"
"It's nothing, just a piece of trash."
"Old man, you're really taking your time. It takes this long to put on a show for you."
Lu Qing stretched his body, his eyes clear, showing no sign of being suppressed or controlled.
"Hand over the Vajra Pestle immediately! That's not something you can touch!"
Xuanming shouted sternly, his face no longer showing any of the composure he had shown before.
"You old bald monk, are you out of your mind? Is this the time to ask me for things?"
After stretching his body, Lu Qing reached out and picked up his battle sword.
A cold smile appeared on his face: "You'd better think about how to survive my blade!"
Having said that, his figure had already disappeared, and he appeared in front of Xuanming, slashing down with his sword!
