After doing all this.

Bai Cang was still not at ease, feeling that there was still a loophole somewhere.

But no matter how much I thought about it, I still couldn't figure it out.

Bai Cang didn't think too much about it and simply layered the "Extinction Divine Blade" into the body of Amitabha Buddha, presenting a state of concealment and not unleashing its power.

Fate is like a knife that cannot be defied, time is like water that cannot be reversed, destiny is predetermined and cannot be changed!

The "Three Extinction Blades" are progressive and overlapping, and once unleashed, they become a truly devastating killing force at the Dao Integration level.

Moreover, it erupts directly from the opponent's mental depths, leaving no possibility of avoidance; the only option is to withstand it head-on.

Even the true "undying demonic soul," or even the "Golden Immortal who has merged with the Dao."

These three blows will severely damage one's vital energy and cause serious injury. It will take hundreds of thousands of years to recover completely.

It should be more than enough to deter and restrain Amitabha Buddha.

Although Bai Cang actually planted this "three-overlapping" Extinction God Blade into the opponent's true spirit to ensure absolute safety.

Unfortunately, this fellow seemed to lack any true spirit; no matter how Bai Cang searched, he couldn't find a trace of him.

"Wait, there's no true spirit?"

The thought flashed through Bai Cang's mind like a lightning bolt: "That's right, where did this guy get his true spirit?"

Amitabha Buddha and the Great Venerable Tianlong Guangli are originally one.

But this is actually just that bastard trying to glorify himself.

To be precise: he is a consciousness born from the "remains" of the Heavenly Dragon Great Venerable.

They can't be called living dead, but they could be described as mutated, deformed living zombies.

This thing doesn't even have a soul, so where does its true spirit come from?

The true spirit that was once born in this body has long since merged with the Great Dao and attained the status of a Golden Immortal who has attained the Dao.

Upon realizing this, Bai Cang finally understood why he had felt something was amiss.

He planted restrictions within Amitabha Buddha's body, mainly suppressing consciousness and targeting the true spirit.

For Amitabha Buddha, these restrictions are not entirely useless, but at most they can only be of some use.

"No wonder this dog was so obedient, not even offering a token resistance. So it was just waiting for me here, wasn't it?"

Bai Cang thought to himself, and immediately activated the "Primordial Heart Seal" again, making a serious adjustment to the restriction placed on the body of Amitabha Buddha.

The focus shifted from suppressing consciousness and targeting the true spirit to a "specialized" approach of locking up the physical body and severing life force.

"He's dead! He's dead! Ah Wei is dead!"

"Grandpa, please stop causing trouble!"

"No, not there, please don't do that..."

As expected, Bai Cang changed the forbidden technique, and Amitabha Buddha struggled desperately like a dying salted fish.

Moreover, it emitted all sorts of strange cries, seemingly trying to use this mental pollution to stop Bai Cang from taking any further action.

"Shut up, you stupid dog!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Bai Cang shouted angrily and then violently manipulated the man into one hundred and eight different positions.

He then added 129,600 more restrictions to him.

Moreover, it was deeply bound to the "Extinction Divine Blade," forming an extremely complex and magnificent formation that locked away every inch of Amitabha Buddha's flesh and blood.

If any of these restrictions show the slightest abnormality, the "Extinction Divine Blade" will immediately activate, granting him an early and eternal bliss.

After doing all this.

Bai Cang finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt a sense of security.

After all, someone as kind and gentle as him is too easily schemed against and harmed.

In particular, he had never before had such an in-depth "exchange" with beings of this caliber.

I have a feeling that these treacherous people are all trying to harm me!

The Amitabha Buddha, this troublesome and unreliable fellow, is even more like the "Fourth Calamity," a pure, chaotic, evil, and abstract figure.

You can't be careless or show any mercy to this guy, or you'll easily be tricked into his trap.

At this moment, Amitabha Buddha finally became obedient.

He looked like he was on his last breath, barely clinging to life, his vitality so weak that it seemed as if a gust of wind could extinguish it.

But Bai Cang was not fooled in the slightest. With a casual slash of his sword, he broke the seal and coldly rebuked:

“Fu Hai and his group could turn back at any time. If you want to sit here and wait to die, then keep playing dead.”

It must be said that Amitabha Buddha's state at this moment was indeed very deceptive.

The flesh and whiskers that were once as hard as diamond have all become dull and lifeless.

They resemble withered tree roots, or perhaps old cured meat that has been dried for a thousand years.

On the already pitted and uneven pillar of flesh, shocking knife marks appeared.

It was as if thousands of blades erupted from within, subjecting him to a thousand cuts and a thousand slicings.

Many pieces of meat scattered to the side twisted into the shapes of various living creatures.

Moreover, from Bai Cang's perspective, these creatures are actually real, independent beings with their own consciousness and life.

Just like the "Giant Whale Dragon King", Qingfeng and Mingyue, as well as the many boys, girls, warriors and servants in the Fuhai Palace, they are all real, complete and independent beings.

At this moment, Amitabha Buddha actually created a scene of corpses strewn across the land all by his own power.

Only then did Bai Cang finally understand what Amitabha Buddha meant by "a piece of flesh that fell from my body" and "the taste is not right".

So this isn't an adjective, but a description in a physical sense, right?

Just then, Amitabha Buddha said very weakly, "Grandpa Ancestor, have pity on this little beast and give me a good grandson."

"If you don't give me some more, this little beast is going to die from your torment!"

Bai Cang merely stared coldly at the other party upon hearing this, remaining completely unmoved.

He figured it out.

This guy is a complete mad dog; we absolutely cannot tolerate him.

The best way to deal with Amitabha Buddha is to "learn from Pan Hong": if he doesn't listen, turn on the electric fan; if that doesn't work, give him a kick, dragon fruit, and a CPR package.

If one set isn't enough, try two; if two sets aren't enough, try three.

If three sets aren't enough, then it's like an old sow wearing a bra—one set after another.

Until he is completely submissive and never dares to bare his teeth again!

However, it is clear that Amitabha Buddha has not completely submitted yet and still has his own ulterior motives.

However……

What Bai Cang never expected was that, upon seeing this, the Great Venerable Amitabha immediately launched into an abstract performance that was extremely spiritually polluting.

After his desperate pleas went unanswered, his entire "person" suddenly began to convulse.

It resembled a goblin from the sewers, or a rat in the gutter, crawling around like a slime.

(A sinister growl) (Crawling) (Split) (Twisting) (Spasming) (Wriggling) (Writhing)

(Roaring) (Crawling forward in a twisted manner) (Grimace) (Rolling) (Crawling violently) (Twisting) (Spasming) (Roaring) (Wriggling) (A sinister growl)

(Roaring) (Drooling) (Crawling in the shadows) (Screaming) (Twisting crawl) (Screaming) (Crawling) (Writhing) (Split) (Spasm) (Wriggling)