Kong Jian soared into the sky, followed closely by the eighteen Arhats. They raced wildly across the Taotie's body, while the surrounding rotting flesh seemed to come alive, constantly attacking them.
But it was utterly ineffective in stopping the charge of a sixth-tier powerhouse.
Upon seeing this, Fang Xiu waved his hand lightly, and the rotting flesh beneath the fat man and the others instantly turned into a swamp, swallowing them whole.
"What!?" Kong Jian's expression changed drastically. He tried to search for the fat man's whereabouts, but his proud perception could not penetrate the Taotie at all.
Even if Taotie is just a phantom, it still possesses the status of a treacherous god.
Enraged, Kong Jian attacked, his body radiating intense Buddhist light, shining like the sun, and a huge phantom of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin instantly materialized behind him.
Golden flames surged from each arm, accompanied by the resounding chants of Buddhist hymns.
In an instant, much of the gloom brought by the Taotie was dispelled.
"Thousand-Hand Guanyin!"
boom!
Thousands of arms, carrying boundless Buddhist light, surged forth at such speed that they became mere afterimages.
Bang bang bang...
The dense, thunderous roar shook the heavens and the earth.
The rotting flesh on the Taotie's body was constantly pierced, and countless large holes appeared on its body, with rotting flesh falling like rain.
In no time at all, the Taotie that Fang Xiu was in was smashed to pieces by the Thousand-Hand Guanyin.
He gently ran his right hand across his face, revealing a hideous, grotesque mask. Black flames spread across his entire body, transforming into black flame wings that allowed him to stand in mid-air.
"Where are they?" Kong Jian frowned. He smashed a Taotie statue, but did not find the fat man and the others in the rotting flesh.
At that moment, the remaining Taotie all made their appearance.
At this point, the siege of Mount Ling by a hundred Taotie beasts was fully formed.
The once towering Mount Ling appeared exceptionally small in the face of a hundred Taotie beasts.
The Taotie statue that Kongjian had destroyed was also restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, Kong Jian's expression was extremely ugly. He keenly noticed that because the Taotie was so large, hundreds of them were crammed into Mount Ling, resulting in them being almost all rotting flesh next to each other.
The fat man and the others must have moved through the rotting flesh; they're probably now inside some gluttonous beast.
There's only Fang Xiu left outside, but we can't seem to hit him.
There were hundreds of Taotie, each with strength comparable to the peak of the fifth rank, and they were also immortal peak fifth rank beings. Even Kong Jian, a sixth rank expert, couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Admittedly, these hundreds of Taotie beasts could not kill him, but they could flatten Mount Ling.
At this moment, the onlookers had already run far away, because there was no place left near Mount Ling, as it was surrounded by Taotie.
They were already utterly shocked, never expecting that Fang Xiu had an army of gluttons in addition to his wife!
This terrifying power could practically sweep across the entire world.
"Who exactly are you! How can you borrow the power of the Ghost God without limit!" Kong Jian asked in a deep voice.
"You are not worthy to know." Fang Xiu's calm voice echoed from the sky.
Kong Jian's expression grew increasingly grim: "This old monk admits that your Taotie is very strong, but killing this old monk won't be so easy!"
Fang Xiu glanced at him indifferently and said calmly, "Killing a sixth-level cultivator is difficult, but destroying Spirit Mountain is not."
"You!" A flash of anger crossed Kong Jian's face. He suppressed his anger and began to reason with him and appeal to his emotions.
"Captain Fang, you are the captain of the Spirit Master Headquarters, and it is your duty to eliminate the supernatural. Our Buddhist sect is the same. Why must we kill each other?"
Suddenly, Fang Xiu laughed: "You didn't say that when you were stealing the Xuanyuan Sword."
Kong Jian paused for a moment, but quickly recovered: "This old monk is not stealing, but borrowing. The Xuanyuan Sword cannot play a significant role in the hands of Benefactor Fang Moli. In order to better eliminate the strange phenomena, I borrowed the Xuanyuan Sword for use."
"That's quite a coincidence. That's also the purpose of my trip. Since spirituality can't be of much use to you, it would be better for me to absorb it. That way, I can better eliminate the strangeness. I wonder if I could lend you my spirituality?"
Kong Jian's face darkened completely: "Captain Fang, if you continue to be so unreasonable, then there is no other way but to fight! The foundation of my Ling Mountain is far beyond what people of your time can imagine, but this old monk does not wish to commit any more bloodshed."
"They're nothing but remnants of the last era, yet they dare to spout such nonsense?"
Seeing Fang Xiu's firm stance, Master Kongjian gritted his teeth and finally said, "Very well, this old monk is willing to return the Xuanyuan Sword!"
He appeared extremely pained and humiliated, as if the Xuanyuan Sword had always been his.
However, faced with his compromise, Fang Xiu only had two words: "Not enough."
A flash of anger appeared in Master Kongjian's eyes: "Then add the legacy from the previous era!"
Fang Xiu shook his head again: "Not enough."
Kong Jian's anger was almost uncontrollable: "Fang Xiu, don't push your luck! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
"Since that's the case, let's cut to the chase and get to work." Fang Xiu said, standing high in the sky and gently waving his hand.
Rumble—!
The earth shook violently; it was the Taotie army at work. Under such violent movements, Mount Ling seemed to be trembling and becoming precarious.
Kongjian was also enraged and was about to make a move.
However, some Buddhist disciples hurriedly dissuaded him: "Abbot, stop! The outside is full of Taotie. Once the war starts, the century-old foundation of Lingshan may be destroyed."
These Buddhist disciples knew very well that if a real fight broke out, the abbot would certainly not die, but they themselves would certainly not survive either.
They spent their entire lives in that godforsaken place called the Space Node. They finally got out, but died before they could even enjoy their new life. Their whole lives were wasted.
Don't assume that those who recite the Buddha's name have no desires. If they truly had no desires, there would be no need to preach that they can go to the Western Paradise after death.
The pursuit of happiness is a human instinct.
Kong Jian hesitated.
"Wait a minute!" he roared suddenly. "I agree to all your previous requests: the Xuanyuan Sword, the inheritance, and the spiritual weapon."
"Oh? Is that so? It's a pity it's not enough," Fang Xiu said indifferently.
Kongjian instantly flew into a rage: "Not enough!? What exactly do you want?"
"All of you, all of you."
“Hahaha…” Kong Jian laughed in anger: “Amitabha, well done, well done. It seems that today’s matter will not end well. My repeated forbearance has only resulted in your escalation.”
Do you really think I can't handle your gluttonous army?
I simply don't want to use the power of the forbidden monsters in the spatial node. After all, the power of the forbidden monsters is always suppressing the spatial node. Once it is used, a large number of monsters are needed to replenish the energy. This could cause my Buddhist sect to close its mountains for several years to hunt monsters. The price is too high, so I am unwilling to use it.
Now, I'm giving you one last chance: take your things and leave Mount Ling immediately, or... start a war!
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