"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"
He roared, and the light of his soul surged, transforming into tens of thousands of dazzling flying swords that hovered behind him, almost obscuring half the sky. The chilling sword energy made people feel like they had thorns in their backs.
Provoked by Yang Ming, Fang Moli's Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin technique was even stronger than before. It was unclear whether this was due to divine intervention or the influence of his foul mouth.
"die!"
At Fang Moli's command, ten thousand swords were unleashed simultaneously, their sword energy dazzling, like a silver river cascading down, carrying an incomparably sharp aura, slashing towards the round mirror.
The round mirror neither flinched nor avoided him; its face was calm and peaceful, and its hands were clasped together.
“Amitabha, Master is right. People are all foolish and will not listen to your sermons. It is indeed necessary to use Vajra methods.”
"A fierce-looking Vajra!"
boom!
A blazing Buddhist light rose slowly from the round mirror, condensing into a golden phantom image of a Buddha around him. Terrifying power spread from the phantom image, causing the void to ripple and the air to explode.
The Buddha statue seemed to merge with him, his breathing was like thunder, his eyes were like the sun, and golden flames burned on his body, which was as if it were cast in gold, just like the wrathful Vajra in Buddhist legend!
Suddenly, the enormous golden Buddha slammed its palm down on the tens of thousands of flying swords. The palm was so large that it blotted out the sky and encompassed all the flying swords.
Ding ding ding...
Intense metallic clanging sounds rang out continuously, flying swords broke one after another, and the golden Buddha's palm was constantly shattered.
However, it was clear that the round mirror had a superior foundation. As the other hand joined the battle, the flying swords were instantly cleared away. Fang Moli was thrown back by the force of the recoil. His face was pale and a trickle of blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth.
However, Fang Moli was still unwilling to admit defeat and wanted to get up and fight again.
The round mirror, as if a true Buddha had descended to earth, uttered a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha, benefactor, do not be deluded. Although you and I are both at the fifth level, there are two kinds of fifth level: one is the Buddhist sect, and the other is you."
Upon hearing this, even the people from the various forces hidden in the shadows were shocked. The people of the previous era had not been around for long, and the world's attention was basically focused on the sixth-tier powerhouses. After all, the brilliance of the sixth-tier powerhouses was too dazzling, like the sun.
As a result, the major powers overlooked the fifth-tier experts who were like stars around the sixth-tier experts. These fifth-tier experts from the previous era possessed power far exceeding that of the fifth-tier experts of this era.
"Fang Xiu and the others are finished."
"Yes, the gap is too big. The Buddhist sect only sent out a little monk, and he beat Fang Moli, the strongest among them, to the point of vomiting blood. He hasn't even seen Abbot Kongjian yet."
"What's the point of seeing Abbot Kongjian? I doubt they can even get through the mountain gate."
Seeing how powerful Yuanjing was, everyone knew that Fang Xiu and the others were doomed to lose. They all had their own thoughts and took out their encrypted phones to start composing text messages. In case the Xia Kingdom headquarters was destroyed by the Buddhist sect, they would take advantage of the chaos to come to Xia Kingdom and get a share of the spoils.
Fang Moli's face was extremely ugly at this moment, not because of his injury, but because Yuan Jing dared to show off in front of him, and did so so smoothly. He was about to explode with anger.
Just as he was about to make another move, Fang Xiu stopped him.
"You are no match for him, step down."
“But…” Fang Moli was full of resentment and wanted to say something more, but after meeting Fang Xiu’s extremely dark eyes, he finally retreated.
Fang Xiu turned his gaze to the round mirror. The young monk in white robes had delicate features, a handsome appearance, a tall and slender figure, and a dazzling aura of Buddhism, as if he were the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi.
Yuan Jing also looked at Fang Xiu. He knew that Fang Xiu was the leader of this group, the captain of the Xia Kingdom headquarters, and the instigator of the war.
Looking into those dark eyes, Yuan Jing instinctively frowned. Those eyes were calm as still water, but they always gave people the feeling that unimaginable horror and evil were hidden beneath the still water, making people feel inexplicably uneasy.
However, based on his confidence in his own strength and in Buddhism, he said, "This humble monk is Yuanjing. I have met Captain Fang. As you said, he is no match for me, but similarly, you are no match for me either."
If I'm not mistaken, Captain Fang appears to be only at the fourth rank. This humble monk does not wish to commit further killings; Captain Fang, please leave.
Fang Xiu gazed calmly at the round mirror, sensing the arrogance beneath its compassionate appearance—an arrogance from a bygone era.
People from the previous era look at this era like city dwellers look at country bumpkins; they talk about respecting human rights on the surface, but in reality, they are condescending.
Having ability is an excuse for arrogance, but he chose the wrong target.
"The spirit masters of the previous era, your spiritual essence must have been even more delicious, right?" A dark shadow flickered in Fang Xiu's eyes, and his gaze toward the round mirror was not that of someone looking at a person.
Round Mirror frowned immediately: "You actually devour the spiritual energy of others? Such a demonic act, it seems I cannot let you live today!"
Bang!
Yuan Jing exerted force with his feet, the air instantly exploded, and even strong white smoke rose around him. His whole body was covered with a dazzling Buddhist light, and he rushed towards Fang Xiu like a golden meteor.
Fang Xiu calmly watched all of this without moving an inch. Just as Yuan Jing said, in terms of his own strength alone, it would indeed be difficult for him, at the fourth level, to defeat Yuan Jing, who was at the fifth level.
Because Yuan Jing was a fifth-order being from the previous era, with the help of various methods, although he was young, he was still a bit stronger than the previous captain, Lu Ziming.
The light of the mind in the round mirror was clearly more solid than that of Fang Moli, Lu Ziming and others. It was obvious that the previous era possessed some kind of secret method for refining the light of the mind, and its use of the light of the mind was similar to the supernatural powers in myths and legends, far superior to that of this era.
Moreover, this is not a burial ground, so there is no endless spiritual support here.
Although Buddhism originated from a spatial node, Mount Ling is not a spatial node, but a mountain range created by Buddhism. The true spatial node is probably hidden deep within the Great Thunder Temple.
In comparison, Yuan Jing is indeed superior in terms of individual strength. However, just because Fang Xiu cannot defeat him does not mean that others cannot.
At this moment, Yuan Jing had rushed from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain, and the distance between them was rapidly shortening. He seemed to arrive in front of Fang Xiu in the blink of an eye.
With his palm raised high, the Buddha's hand, radiating brilliant golden light, slammed down heavily!
Just then, Fang Xiu spoke softly, "Wife."
The moment those two words were uttered, time seemed to stand still.
The next second, a stunningly beautiful figure appeared out of thin air and stood in front of Fang Xiu—it was his wife!
And she's an enhanced version of my wife.
A black uniform skirt suit, long, fair legs encased in a black, finely textured fabric, and delicate feet adorned with openwork black high heels. A pair of black-rimmed glasses graced her flawless face.
Ever since he was killed by his enhanced wife, Fang Xiu has recorded the pain she inflicted on him. So now, the manifestation of this pain can summon the phantom of his enhanced wife.
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