Chapter 278 The Supreme Ruler of the Western Regions

More and more chains, like venomous snakes, swarmed towards Xiao Mo from all directions.

This time the chains moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they tightly bound Xiao Mo's limbs and waist.

The runes on the surface of those chains flickered and shimmered, constantly trying to suppress and erode the surging bloodlust within him.

Seeing that Xiao Mo was finally bound, the ten abbots at the Ascension Realm were greatly encouraged. They spared no effort in activating the great formation beneath their feet, and their chanting became even louder and more solemn.

The entire mountain was enveloped in a vast golden light.

Xiao Mo struggled slightly, and the chains rattled. He pulled hard, and the chains stretched taut like a fully drawn bow, but did not break.

But he remained calm, simply calling out the name of the longsword in his hand in a low voice: "Danmo".

The ink, when touched, traced a smooth arc in the air.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Amidst the clear, resonant clang of metal against metal, the sharp blade flashed through the heavy chains, finally landing steadily in Xiao Mo's hand.

The golden chains snapped instantly, turning into golden specks of light that vanished.

Holding the long sword, Xiao Mo casually swung it again, and the previously restrained bloodthirsty aura suddenly awakened like a dormant volcano, erupting with a roar!

The overwhelming aura of bloodlust soared into the sky, even staining the holy light emanating from the golden Buddha statue in the heavens with an ominous dark red.

Under the violent impact of the blood demon, the ten abbots were struck as if by lightning, and they all spat out a mouthful of blood, their auras instantly weakening.

The light of the great array beneath them, which had been operating continuously, dimmed rapidly and almost went out.

Meanwhile, the battle between Buddhist and demonic disciples continues.

Seeing their sect leader reverse the situation and gain the upper hand, the members of the Demon Sect were all excited and full of fighting spirit, feeling that victory was within their grasp.

However, Xiao Mo's Dao heart was never at peace.

The higher a person's cultivation level, the deeper their understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.

Their sixth sense often manifests as a mysterious omens, allowing them to vaguely foresee impending good or bad fortune.

At this moment, Xiao Mo's Dao Heart was frantically issuing warnings.

"well……"

Abbot Xujing let out a heavy sigh.

The next moment, he and the other nine abbots simultaneously took out their personal magical artifacts.

The staff, prayer beads, wooden fish and other ritual implements transformed into ten streams of light, flying towards the solemn golden Buddha statue in mid-air, echoing and resonating with it.

The ten people poured all their strength into the magical artifact, almost without reservation all the spiritual power in their bodies.

The golden Buddha statue in the sky shone even brighter, its dazzling golden light spreading across the vast sky, as if a god or Buddha had personally descended.

The demonic blade "Dyeing Ink" in Xiao Mo's hand was constantly humming, and the blade trembled slightly, as if responding to the earth-shattering pressure.

"Are you scared?" Xiao Mo asked in a low voice, looking at the long sword in his hand.

Ranmo's response clearly resonated within his heart: "Master, what are you saying? Ranmo is very excited right now!"

“These ten Buddhist artifacts, along with this golden Buddha statue, already faintly possess the power of the Great Dao.” Xiao Mo’s tone remained calm. “We might die.”

"We spirits are inanimate objects. Dying on the battlefield is our best destiny. Moreover, it would be an honor to die alongside our master."

“Alright,” a flash of bloodlust appeared in Xiao Mo’s eyes, “then let’s test—what exactly are these so-called gods and Buddhas!”

He held his long sword horizontally, and behind him, crimson baleful energy rose and condensed like beacon fires.

In the blink of an eye, the Dharma of Heaven and Earth had already stood behind Xiao Mo.

Its power is overwhelming, its might shakes the earth.

Above the heavens, the golden Buddha statue lowered its eyes and looked down, slowly raising its giant hand to cover the sky.

The golden palm print was like a collapsing mountain, carrying supreme Buddhist power, and was about to completely suppress Xiao Mo.

Its momentum swept across the entire world, causing the wind and clouds to change color.

Xiao Mo showed no fear as he met the colossal golden hand that blotted out the sky, and swung his sword in a slash—

In an instant, the golden palm print and the blood-red blade light collided violently!

A deafening roar resounded through the heavens, as if the entire sky was about to be torn apart by the impact.

The earth shook violently, and rivers churned and flowed backward.

Neither demonic cultivators nor Buddhist disciples could fight anymore, and they all did their best to resist the devastating aftershocks.

Countless cultivators fainted from the impact.

Some cultivators who were closer and of slightly lower cultivation levels were completely annihilated, their souls and bodies destroyed.

Beyond the main peak of Kongnian Temple, countless other peaks have been leveled.

In the secluded courtyard behind Kongnian Temple, because it was covered by a barrier, Wangxin couldn't see what was happening outside.

But just then, a loud bang rang out, and Little Chaos trembled with fright. He hurriedly burrowed into Wangxin's arms, only timidly peeking out half of his head.

A violent storm of spiritual energy swept in, and Wang Xin's heart tightened, sensing something was wrong. A golden lotus bloomed in response, enveloping her and the little beast in her arms.

"Splash!"

A fierce wind of spiritual energy swept past, causing the entire courtyard to collapse. Smoke and dust filled the air, leaving only the golden lotus standing quietly, its radiance shimmering.

After a long time, the rampant spiritual energy finally dissipated, and peace returned to the world.

The cracks on the golden Buddha statue started from the palm of his hand and spread like a spider web, eventually turning into specks of golden light that drifted away in the sky with the wind.

The ten Buddhist immortal weapons fell from the sky, each transforming into a stream of light and entering the bodies of their respective masters.

Xiao Mo stood suspended in mid-air, his body still surrounded by a blood-red aura.

He gripped his long sword tightly and walked step by step toward Xu Jing and the others.

Although the ten abbots were still suspended in the air, they were already at their limit, their auras were disordered, and the immortal weapons in their hands were covered with cracks and their Buddhist light was dim.

Xiao Mo wasn't much better off.

His long sleeves were torn, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the ink-stained blade was chipped, like a saw.

"It seems that your Buddha ultimately cannot kill me."

Xiao Mo calmly gazed at Xu Jing.

Xu Jing could not see the slightest hint of joy in his eyes.

It was as if he didn't care about any of this at all.

“We have lost.” Xu Jing took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Do with me as you please.”

The moment Xu Jing finished speaking, it meant that the Buddhist sect had completely fallen, and the fortune of the entire Western Regions flowed like rivers into the sea, all of which was bestowed upon Xiao Mo.

From this day forward, Xiao Mo is the ruler of the Western Regions!

Xiao Mo took a deep breath, gripped his long sword, and continued to step forward.

The Buddhist disciples were filled with sorrow, while the members of the demonic sect could not hide their wild joy.

From this day forward, the Demonic Sect will completely supersede Buddhism!

In this battle, Xiao Mo brought an end to the millennia-long conflict between Buddhism and demonism, and unified the Western Regions for the first time!

When Xiao Mo walked to within three zhang of Xu Jing and the others, he slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

But just as Xiao Mo was about to strike...

A young girl spread her arms wide and stood firmly in front of Xiao Mo.

(End of this chapter)