Chapter 112 The Stubborn Old Master
Zhou Zhilu stood with a knife in his hand, and drops of blood from the blade fell to the ground.
Looking at the Buddhist disciple lying on the ground, Zhou Zhilu turned his head indifferently and stared at Shi Tian.
But at this moment, Shi Tian's face was dejected, as if he had lost his former sharpness. He was fighting battles he didn't want to fight and killing people he didn't want to kill. Now, after the death of the Buddha's son, he no longer had the slightest desire to resist.
Seeing Zhou Zhilu looking over, Shi Tian raised his hands and said weakly, "I surrender."
Zhou Zhilu breathed a sigh of relief, and the black spiritual energy on his body left his body and reintegrated into the "Book of Boundaries".
Even Shi Tian couldn't help but watch such a magical scene.
When Zhou Zhilu saw the dark page in the Book of Realms, he realized that this page must have been caused by the ancient evil spiritual energy that he had absorbed from the underground stone before.
But why would the "Book of the Realm" feed this spiritual energy back to him, and it seemed that his control over the ancient evil spiritual energy was even higher than that of the Buddhist disciple.
At least I wasn't too affected by his evil emotions.
Zhou Zhilu suddenly thought, if white, green, blue, purple, and gold spiritual energy are all a special type of spiritual energy...
Then can the black ancient evil aura also be classified into one category?
It’s just that other types of spiritual energy are more difficult to trigger, while triggering the ancient evil spiritual energy only requires... murderous intent?
Zhou Zhilu had a vague idea, but now was obviously not the time to think about this matter.
He walked up to the Buddha's son, swung his sword and chopped him off, and the Buddha's son's body was instantly separated.
Zhou Zhilu carried the Buddha's head to the top of a tall tower, looked at the chaotic crowd below, raised the head high and shouted:
"The Buddha's son has been slain! The Holy Buddha has awakened! The Buddhist kingdom is no longer viable. Surrender! We have won!"
Zhou Zhilu's voice spread throughout the battlefield below. At the same time, a roar was heard from the sky, and a tall, broken corpse fell from the air to the ground.
Liang Yuan said with great dignity: "The leader of the Mountain Giant Clan is dead. If the rest of the clan surrenders, their lives will be spared!"
Just as everyone was stunned, a figure flew over from Lingshan in the distance. It was Yu Haozhong.
He was seen floating high in the sky, and his voice spread throughout the Buddhist world: "The Buddhist traitor, Venerable Fusheng, is dead. The Shura Clan Leader and the Southern Dynasty's General Zhenxi have both been executed. The rest of you, why don't you surrender quickly?!"
The successive reports of victory caused many Buddhist disciples and the imperial army to cheer in unison, shouting, "Surrender! Surrender! Surrender!"
"Dang."
A member of the Shura tribe helplessly dropped the long sword in his hand. The tribe leader was dead, the planner was also dead, so what was there for him and others to fight for?
There's no reason anymore...
Under the waves of sound, countless rebels dropped their weapons, stood there in frustration, and were captured alive by the people around them.
In the distance, Nehru, a scholar from the Southern Dynasty, saw this scene, frowned and cursed, feeling even more depressed in his heart that it was really unlucky!
In the end, not only did he not get any benefits, he also didn’t see the good show, and he also lost a great general who guarded the west in vain!
"Sir? What should we do next?" asked the guard beside him.
Nehru kicked him and cursed, "What else can we do? Do you still need to ask me such questions? Why don't we go back to the Southern Dynasty? Are we waiting for them to recover and arrest us?"
After saying this, he led the soldiers of the Southern Dynasty back.
Seeing this, Jiang Yanli ordered the followers beside her, "Let's retreat too. If we don't leave now, we might not be able to leave."
He immediately looked in the direction of Zhou Zhilu in the distance, narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Golden Book...Brother Zhou, you really surprised me. I look forward to meeting you next time...Hehehe."
However, no one noticed that in a nearby dark alley, a thin old man in a black robe was hiding in the shadows, chasing in the direction the Southern Dynasty soldiers left.
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Although the people of various ethnic groups who stood on the side of the Buddha had already laid down their arms and surrendered.
However, the troubles left behind by the Buddha's son during his lifetime have not yet been resolved.
A large amount of ancient evil spiritual energy is gathered under the sacred mountain, and it is still increasing. Not only under the sacred mountain, but other places in the Buddhist world are also beginning to leak out the ancient evil spiritual energy.
It's like a piece of paper covering the steam. When the only exit is blocked, the steam below becomes more and more and will seep out from various places.
On top of Lingshan Mountain, Venerable Dushang looked at the deep pit below with a calm expression in his eyes.
Beneath the deep pit is the most ancient seal, whose structure is unknown and cannot be repaired out of thin air.
But in the 200,000 to 600,000 futures that he had deduced, the only way to effectively fill the seal was to use the flesh and blood of a Buddhist disciple and the Buddha nature in his body to fill the gap in the seal.
The ancient evil aura is evil and leads to corruption, but the Buddhist Dharma is exactly the opposite of it, so it is possible to prevent the leakage of the ancient evil aura.
This was also the reason why Venerable Dushang did not allow Zhou Zhilu and others to reveal the matter of Gu E to many Buddhist disciples.
Because once you become timid, how can you give up life and death? Only in an atmosphere like this can you devote yourself.
It can be said that this time, it was Venerable Dushang who plotted against many Buddhist disciples.
Venerable Dushang sighed deeply and murmured, "Amitabha, my disciples, please don't blame me. I will go ahead. However, my sins are so heavy this time that I am afraid that I will be haunted by karma after death..."
But just when Venerable Dushang wanted to step forward, he suddenly found that his body was trapped in place.
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