actions against Gong Liangyu were despicable and caught by Qin Sang, it's difficult to clear things up now that Yuan Ying's puppet is in Qin Sang's hands.Unless Qin Sang can resist the temptation of...The Qingluan Dharma Form appears!

As the cold moonlight approaches, Qin Sang's expression is as calm as ancient well water. The Qingguang transformed by his magical powers flows from the top of his head into his body.

A bluish-green mist pervades.

A phoenix cry seemed to echo within Qin Sang's body.

"Wow!"

The phoenix' wings behind him suddenly spread wide, stretching out majestically. Each feather was separated by sparks of electricity, flickering with an unusual glow, revealing an unparalleled beauty.

The beauty of phoenix wings is breathtaking.

Unfortunately, only Xia Hou could appreciate it. Before this, Mo Xingdao had already been sealed by Qin Sang, his five senses shut off and confined within the Lu Fu Altar. Otherwise, with Mo Xingdao's strength, he would have probably died from the aftershock.

Besides, Qin Sang didn't want Mo Xingdao to know too many of her secrets.

Compared to Fengyi, Qin Sang's appearance is too strange and mismatched.

But there was also a faint phantom flickering on his body, this phantom was exactly Qingluan, merging with the flesh and blood.

'Boom!'

Qin Sang's body burst forth with azure flames, his aura soaring.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the rapidly rotating vortex suddenly came to a halt, then was torn apart by a thick mass of azure light.

That ball of azure light was blinding, like lightning. Within the blue light, a blurry human figure could be seen. The phoenix flapped its wings and, with a powerful effort, broke free from the restraining force. Its body turned into a bolt of lightning as it retreated violently backward.

Five crescent moons of cold light arrived as promised, only to fall short.

Xiahou's eyes flashed with shock upon seeing this, and then his face hardened. His antlers trembled suddenly, the crescent moon blade becoming three points brighter, as if burning with all its might in an instant. A piercing sound of breaking air rang out, tearing through the void.

At this very moment, Qin Sang's eyes reflected five streaks of silver light, and his body faintly felt a tearing sensation.

If you don't handle it carefully, you might be cut to pieces by the cold crescent moon blade.

At this very moment, Feng Yi gently flapped her wings, and Qin Sang slightly twisted his body at the crucial juncture.

In the eyes of Tianmu Die, although the five crescent moon blades were fierce and unmatched, Qin Sang unexpectedly broke free from the restraints. Xia Hou's all-or-nothing attack resulted in a slight gap between them.

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This gap is often difficult for ordinary people to capture, or even if they perceive it, they lack the ability to utilize it.

Qin Sang actually has this ability.

“Whoosh!”

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The first sliver of moon's cold light brushed past Qin Sang's chest.

Then came the second strike, nearly beheading Qin Sang, but he dodged it again.

Two crescent blades of cold light brushed past Qin Sang, then exploded into two blinding silver lights in the void.

At the same time, silver light erupted in front of Qin Sang, even on his chest.

The third crescent moon's cold light struck his chest, but it couldn't even pierce through his armor, let alone injure Qin Sang.

Because this strike was blocked by the True Treasure fragment!

When the fourth and fifth waves arrived, they were met by Qin Sang's heavy punches.

The power of this punch is more astounding than any before it.

After breaking through to the middle stage of the fifth layer of Tianyao Lianxing, the phantom shadow that began to appear since the fourth layer underwent repeated transformations and finally displayed the power it should possess as a dharma form, which Qin Sang borrowed.

The reason Qin Sang could only borrow its power was that he couldn't truly control the Azure Phoenix Dharma Form, only managing to integrate it into himself.

Mere integration brings about transformation!

With a double punch, the fist strikes with a green glow like jade, as if the real claws of a Qingluan bird were integrated into his fist, combining with him to unleash the Buddha's seal.

The might of the Buddha's imprint suddenly erupted.

Boom!

Two crescent moon-shaped blades of cold light first paused, then exploded with a deafening roar before his fists. The light scattered like shards, and the shockwave swept out in all directions.

Five silver beams converged into a single, blinding light like the sun, swallowing Qin Sang whole.

Then a thunderous boom erupted from the silver light, and Qin Sang flew back. Despite the blast, his aura remained powerful, seemingly unscathed.

Five icy beams were split apart, Xiahou's deliberate strike was thus neutralized.

Xiahou's face was filled with shock, not because Qin Sang had blocked the fatal blow, but because of that azure phoenix phantom.

“This is...”

Xiahou's heart trembled violently. Suddenly, she came into contact with Qin Sang's frigid gaze, and then she felt a blur before her eyes. A powerful aura swept over her.

At this moment, Xia Hou had an illusion that he was facing a real blue bird. His heart and mind were oppressed, causing him to involuntarily recall the time when he hadn't entered the Dao and was still a mortal deer, encountering predators.

At this moment, Qin Sang was putting in almost all his effort, his murderous intent unabashedly apparent. But secretly, he still had a plan.

Before attacking Xiahou, Qin Sang's palm quietly produced a jade bottle. The jade bottle silently turned into powder, with crystal dewdrops merging into the void.

This is a drop of dew transformed into poison. It was refined by Qin Sang using the secret art of the *Poison God Scripture*, an invisible poison. Qin Sang crushed three bottles.

It was originally prepared for Honghuazi.

Qin Sang placed great importance on this Daoist immortal. The Vajra Wheel Seal, the Qingluan Dharma Form, and the poison were his trump cards. He was prepared to use these divine arts to rescue Mo Xindao, but unexpectedly, he used them all on Xia Hou.

He set up an ambush with a formation that complemented the poison. Here, he could only slowly lay out his plans.

There's one good thing about the palace, the suction is inward. No need to worry about poison leaking out.

The poison is spread invisibly. Unless Qin Sang activates his skill to unleash its power, it would be hard to detect.

Of course, these toxins are not enough yet. Even if they explode now, they would not be enough to threaten a late-stage Nascent Soul expert.

He is waiting!

'Whoosh!'

Qin Sang approached Xia Hou like lightning and launched a counterattack.

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Xia Hou was taken aback and didn't dare to confront Qin Sang head-on. He spat out a black mist, hastily summoning his antlers back. The antlers whirled in front of him, the black mist surging and shrinking, then suddenly bursting forth like a stream of darkness.

Qin Sang appeared, landing a punch on Pi Lian. A dull thunderous sound shook the hall, both figures staggered back.

Xiahou Fei retreated, his eyes fixed on Qin Sang. Just now he had some doubts, but at this moment he could be sure that the blue phoenix phantom was the other party's dharma form!

Dharma!

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The divine abilities of the demon race's king, even those who are demon marquis in the late stage of Dao Xuan, can also comprehend Dharmakāya. Some have extraordinary bloodlines, some have extremely high aptitude and awaken their ancestral bloodline from birth, while others have extraordinary comprehension.

Although Xiahou had never fought against them, he had also heard of their strength.

These demon marquesses are very rare, all being guests of the Demon King, with high status. Legend has it that some were even allowed to cultivate in the Great Saint Mansion.

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If the first demon marquis under the Heavenly Serpent King had realized his Dharma form, he wouldn't even think about vying for position with him.

Its self-important deer image is not a true Dharma form; realizing the Dharma form means transformation.

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It can use the might of heaven and earth to suppress opponents of lower realms, but it is oppressed by powerful beings who have comprehended the Dharma body.

Xiahou felt that kind of oppression from Qin Sang. Ever since he broke through to the late stage of Dong Xuan, he was accustomed to suppressing others and had almost forgotten the feeling of being suppressed.

At this moment, I was even awakened by an opponent whose realm was inferior to mine, recalling unbearable memories.

During the middle stage of the Cave Profound Realm, they grasped their Dharma Aspect, something unprecedented!

Xiahou felt a sense of unease for the first time.

Qin Sang didn't give it a chance to think, and launched another fierce attack. He sensed Xia Hou's hesitation, his eyes becoming even brighter.

When Qin Sang first reached the fifth layer of _Tian Yao Lian Xing_, his dharma form could easily resist the pressure from Li Hou's celestial might. He had been looking forward to what his next transformation would bring him.

As it turned out, the Qingluan dharma form did not disappoint him. Facing Xiahou, his mindset became even stronger.

Qin Sang arrived in the blink of an eye. The shock in Xia Hou's eyes hadn't dissipated, replaced by deep fear.

The antlers flew back and forth, circling around the body, sometimes merging, sometimes separating. The deer's body and antlers became one.

At the same time, shadows danced behind Xiahou, taking on the shape of a deer, helping it withstand the might of heaven.

Xiahou's eyes flashed with ferocity. It didn't believe that a Dharma form comprehended by a mid-stage Void Profound cultivator could be sustained indefinitely.

But only Xiahou himself knew the unease in his heart. This was his first time facing a powerful being with a Dharma manifestation, and the situation had slipped beyond his control.

In a flash, the human and the demon collided once more.

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But this time, both the momentum and the power were incomparable to before, and the battlefield became even more chaotic.

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The collision of the two figures was like mountains collapsing, their power terrifying.

The battlefield was like a hurricane, with figures of humans and demons blending together, indistinguishable from each other.

Just then, a fierce roar suddenly erupted from the battlefield.

"You're crazy!"

The voice came from Xiahou, the last tone warped, like a cry of pain.

At the same time, Qin Sang's muffled hum could also be heard.

The clang of battle abruptly ceased, and the human and the demon stood frozen, caught in a brief moment of stillness.

They faced each other, incredibly close. Xia Hou's antlers pressed against Qin Sang's abdomen, while Qin Sang punched Xia Hou in the chest, the spiked knuckles piercing his body.

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The air was thick with the smell of blood.

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Fresh blood flowed along the spikes of the boxing glove.

Similarly, the five tips of the antlers all pressed against Qin Sang's body. The middle one was blocked by a piece of Zhenbao shard, protecting his vital point, while the remaining four were stained red with blood.

Huifeng's armor was pierced by four holes.

Even the Golden Cicada Armor and his ability to manipulate divine light couldn't prevent him from being injured. The furious force surged into his body through the wound, wreaking havoc, but was quickly suppressed.

Qin Sang didn't even look at his wound, his crimson eyes fixed on Xia Hou with a hint of excitement.

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A piercing pain surged through Xia Hou's soul. Catching Qin Sang's gaze, Xia Hou's expression shifted slightly. It sensed the murderous intent and determination in Qin Sang's eyes.

Just now, it was Qin Sang who, regardless of the risk of both sides suffering defeat, created this situation. Xia Hou had no doubt that this monster would continue to do so.

At this moment, Xiahou truly felt a desire to retreat.

In this battle, it didn't see any signs of Qin Sang weakening. His Dharma power didn't seem to be diminishing; instead, it felt a sense of danger within itself.

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Its innate supernatural ability can instantly restore its power, but injuries can only be suppressed and not healed.

Two forms share one body.

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Once another form is injured again by the enemy, and the injuries accumulate to a certain degree, it will trigger old wounds, which will erupt together, causing a sharp turn for the worse.

It didn't know if Qin Sang had seen through something or had another reliance. The mad battle strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries was what it feared most.

Xiahou glanced at Wu Xingmian. It loved treasures, but valued its life more.

'Ziss!'

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Qin Sang's oblique rib transmitted a sound of cloth splitting. The Huifeng armor was ripped open by the sharp antlers, and blood rained down.

His fist struck Xiahou's shoulder, the force of the blow nearly shattering his spine.

Xiahou was certain that Qin Sang wasn't bluffing, he was indeed a madman.

Doesn't he worry that even if he perishes, a desperate gamble will take him down too

Xiahou was confused and unwilling to continue. It even used its finishing blow.

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Xia Hou glared deeply at Qin Sang, letting out a cold snort filled with anger. It had lured the Qinghu at the cost of severe injuries, yet it ended up doing someone else's bidding.

Then, Xiahou rolled up a black demonic wind and rushed back towards the palace gate.

Unexpectedly, a bolt of lightning moved faster than him, intercepting his path and then lunged forward.

The force of that punch formed a huge shadow, enveloping Xia Hou and stinging its eyes.

"You..."

Xiahou dodged hastily, stumbling back several paces, and glared angrily at Qin Sang.

It admitted defeat, gave up the pursuit of treasure, yet this person still wouldn't let it go.

Xiahou had a shocking thought, "Does this monster want to kill me How dare he!"

Qin Sang licked her lips, her eyes shining like stars.

He had a feeling that if he could kill Xiahou, it would be like slaying ten ferocious beasts. Afterward, for a long time, he wouldn't have to rush about seeking enlightenment.

If Qinghu Shengwang hadn't forced Xia Hou to use his natal divine ability, Qin Sang wouldn't have had such a crazy idea.

"You're asking for it!"

Xiahou roared with fury, the other party was determined to fight to the death. It couldn't escape; not only was its escaping technique inferior to the opponent's, but after leaving the hall it would have to face two black dragons first.

The shadow of the deer transformed into a black streak, shooting toward the sky. Its antlers spun rapidly, as if about to move.

Just then, a bolt from the blue shook the palace.

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This thunderclap was different from the Azure Phoenix's Thunder. A bolt of lightning carrying the might of tribulation thunder brewed from nothingness and struck Xiahou.

Xiahou Mao's hair stood on end.

The aura of a lightning strike!

This aura, whether it be from humans or demons, anyone who cultivates will be afraid.

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With Xia Hou's cultivation level, he would not be frightened by a bolt of tribulation lightning. However, his heart and mind could not help but tremble.

Anyone facing a sudden bolt of lightning will hesitate, first to assess the situation and identify the source of the lightning before feeling at ease. They would never stand defenseless and allow themselves to be struck by lightning.

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Xiahou decisively stopped his divine powers and retreated quickly. He focused his divine sense on the tribulation thunder, discovering that there was only one bolt and its power was limited, putting him at ease. It was clear that the other party had used some kind of secret technique to disguise it as tribulation thunder.

It was this fleeting hesitation that Qin Sang had been waiting for. Without hesitation, he pushed the Lei Dun technique to its limit and charged towards Xia Hou!

As Xiahou retreated, he suddenly felt a tightness in his body.

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Qin Sang moved closer, gripping it with both hands like iron clamps and slammed into it with his flesh as a weapon. However, he exposed an opening in the process, right in front of Xia Hou!

It is another exchange of injuries for injuries.

Xiahou saw clearly that the thunderbolt strike was just a bluff and disregarded it. He immediately urged his antlers, thrusting them out straight away.

Unbeknownst to him, it was indeed a case of injury for injury, but it was different from before.

On Qin Sang's chest, a small fire tree appeared at some point, and nine firebirds stood on the branches of the fire tree.

Nine firebirds simultaneously spread their wings, taking flight from the fiery tree and merging with their companions.

This strike, guided by the Suzaku spirit, but the true essence consumed came from Qin Sang.

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Although the Suzaku spirit is weak, it can still summon the Solar Bird of Fire, and it doesn't need to control it for too long.

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Because the sunbird gathered itself into fire on Qin Sang's chest, and then exploded with a deafening boom between the man and the deer.

“Never seen someone looking for their own death!”

Zhuque's murmur reached Qin Sang's ears, drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

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