"Who dares to hurt my brother?"
Kong Xuan's voice was icy cold as he swept his gaze across the area, finally landing on Wang Jian. "It's you? A mere human warrior, you dare to touch my people?"
He raised his hand and waved it, and five-colored divine light flowed, ready to sweep away the seriously injured Golden-winged Roc.
However.
Right at this moment.
Two completely different auras, one as heavy as the earth, the other as graceful as the sky, descended from the void and blocked his way.
Zhen Yuanzi held a whisk in his hand, stepped on auspicious clouds, and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan, how are you?"
The Queen Mother of the West stood on the Nine Phoenix Chariot, with a graceful demeanor: "Great Peacock King, this is not the place for you to come."
Kong Xuan raised his eyebrows when he saw the two of them. "Zhen Yuanzi? Queen Mother of the West? Are you also trying to get involved in this mess?"
Although he is arrogant, he is not stupid.
Either of the two men in front of him was a veteran quasi-saint of the same level as him, with unfathomable strength.
Zhen Yuanzi looked at the sea of blood and corpses below and sighed, "Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan, your brother has devoured hundreds of millions of human beings here, committing boundless murder and sin. This has violated the bottom line of humanity and is unforgivable."
"Today, no one can protect him."
"What a joke!" Kong Xuan sneered, "They're just some mortal ants. Just eat them, what's the big deal?"
"I just ask you, do you want to give in or not?"
Five-colored divine light flowed around him, and a terrifying pressure spread out.
Queen Mother Xi shook her head and said, "It seems that there is nothing to discuss."
She waved her hand, and the Kunlun Mirror hung above her head. The mirror light flowed and locked onto Kong Xuan.
Zhen Yuanzi also sacrificed the Book of Earth, and the ochre-colored light completely suppressed the world.
The war is about to break out.
And at this moment when the situation was tense.
A Buddhist chant came from the sky, "Amitabha."
The figure of Tathagata Duobao emerged from the void.
He glanced at the tragic scene below, then at the trapped Kong Xuan, and finally turned his gaze to Wang Jian, clasping his hands together, "General Wang Jian, Kong Xuan is the guardian of our Buddhist sect. I hope that the general will show some mercy for the sake of the saint."
However, Wang Jian just looked at him coldly and said one word, "Get lost!"
Many treasures Tathagata was very angry.
No matter what, he is the leader of Buddhism, how can he allow himself to be scolded by a small general?
He was about to take action forcefully.
suddenly.
His heart trembled, and he felt several obscure yet extremely powerful wills locking him firmly from all directions.
That is... the breath of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of the human race!
If he dares to make any unusual movement, he will be met with a thundering blow.
Many Treasures Tathagata fell silent.
He glanced at Kong Xuan, who was being suppressed by Zhen Yuanzi and Queen Mother of the West and was unable to escape, and then glanced at Wang Jian, who was murderous and showed no mercy.
He knew that he could not take Kong Xuan away today.
After the battle to attack Qin, he was seriously injured and has not recovered yet. If he were to force his way through, he would probably die here.
"well……"
With a long sigh, the figure of Duobao Tathagata slowly disappeared.
Kong Xuan looked at the disappearing Buddha light, his face gloomy to the extreme.
Kong Xuan looked ashen when he saw this.
Even the Buddha had retreated. Facing the combined forces of Zhen Yuanzi and Queen Mother of the West, even if he resisted, he would only bring humiliation upon himself.
Wang Jian looked at him coldly and said, "Since you have never committed murder against my race, I will spare your life."
"Capture them both and bring them back to Xianyang to await your Majesty's decision!"
"Yes, sir!"
Several Qin warriors stepped forward and tied up Kong Xuan and the Golden-winged Roc tightly with special chains.
…
The Great Qin Heavenly Palace.
Wang Jian walked into the hall carrying Kong Xuan, who was tied up with special chains, in one hand, and threw the notorious quasi-saint who had reached the great perfection stage in the ancient times onto the floor tiles.
Kong Xuan was thrown onto the cold gold bricks by the huge force, and felt as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.
He is Kong Xuan, the son of Yuan Feng. He has been famous since ancient times. How could he have suffered such humiliation?
He struggled to raise his head, his unruly eyes fixed on the figure above the throne overlooking him.
There was dead silence in the hall.
The Three Sovereigns of the human race, the ancestor of the earthly immortals, the lord of West Kunlun, all the civil and military officials of the Qin Dynasty, and the commander-in-chief of the three tribes of wizards, liches and dragons.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the captured quasi-saint.
Ying Zheng looked at him indifferently, his voice devoid of emotion, "Kong Xuan, I will give you two choices."
"First, take a humanitarian oath and serve the Great Qin for ten thousand years."
"Second, both the soul and the body are destroyed."
"Hahahaha!" Kong Xuan burst into laughter upon hearing this. "You killed my brother, and now you want me to submit to you, a human emperor? Ying Zheng, you think too highly of yourself!"
He struggled to his feet. Even though he was bound by chains and his magic power was sealed, the pride that came from deep in his blood did not diminish in the slightest. "I am the son of the Phoenix Clan, born noble. Even if you are a saint, you can't make me bow down to you!"
"Want to kill me? Just go ahead! If I, Kong Xuan, frown, I'm not worthy of being a descendant of the Phoenix Clan!"
He held his head high, as if ready to be killed.
Faced with his stubbornness, Ying Zheng's expression did not change at all.
He just raised his hand slightly.
A ball of dim golden light appeared in his palm.
In the golden light, an illusory soul of a Peng bird was struggling in pain, emitting silent wails.
Kong Xuan stared at the weak soul intently, "You...what do you want to do!"
Ying Zheng said calmly, "I told you two options."
"If you surrender, your brother will still have a chance at reincarnation. I can send his soul to the underworld, where the Great Qin Emperor Fengdu will personally judge him and ensure his spirit remains immortal."
"If you don't want to..."
Ying Zheng didn't finish his words, but his meaning was self-evident.
Kong Xuan's heart sank.
He may not care about his own life or death, but he cannot ignore his only brother.
He looked at the soul struggling painfully in Ying Zheng's hands, and endless humiliation and unwillingness surged in his heart.
He is the great Kong Xuan, one of the most powerful men in the ancient times, but today, he has to bow to a human dynasty in order to survive.
a long time.
He lowered his proud head and said respectfully to Ying Zheng: "I... am willing to surrender."
Ying Zheng was not surprised by this and said calmly, "Swear an oath."
Kong Xuan closed his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice, "I, Kong Xuan, swear here today in the name of humanity that I am willing to be loyal to the Great Qin and obey the orders of His Majesty the First Emperor. If I disobey, I will suffer the backlash of humanity and my soul will be destroyed!"
boom!
The moment the oath was uttered, an invisible force of the laws of humanity descended from the darkness and transformed into a golden rune, which was imprinted deep in Kong Xuan's soul.
From that moment on, his life and death were completely tied to the fate of the Great Qin. "This beast devoured millions of human beings, committing heinous crimes. He will be imprisoned in the underworld, cast into the eighteen levels of hell, to endure endless torture to atone his sins. After ten thousand years, we will observe his behavior and determine his reincarnation."
Wang Jian nodded quickly, "As you wish!"
Although the Golden-Winged Dapeng was banished to the underworld, its ending was much better than those of the Green-Haired Lion Monster and the White Elephant Monster.
These two demons had long been thrown into the deepest part of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and would never be reborn.
After doing all this, Ying Zheng's gaze fell on Kong Xuan again, "Get up. From today on, you will stay in the Heavenly Palace and await deployment."
Kong Xuan nodded respectfully, "Yes..."
After dealing with Kong Xuan's matter, Ying Zheng turned his attention to the huge prehistoric map, "Pass on my order!"
"Order Generals Meng Tian and Wang Ben to each lead four large camps, totaling eight million elite soldiers, and immediately march to various locations in the Southern Continent!"
"Zhao Qi, the heir of the Qin Dynasty, will personally serve as the military supervisor and oversee the overall situation!"
"I give you fifty years!"
"Within fifty years, I want this Southern Continent to be free of any immortal sects or demon kingdoms that do not belong to the Great Qin!"
"All living beings, either surrender or die!"
Inside the hall, all the generals knelt on one knee, their voices resounding throughout the world, "We obey your command!"
With Ying Zheng's order, the entire Qin Dynasty began to operate again.
Eight million iron-blooded warriors who had experienced the baptism of bloody battles, led by Generals Meng Tian and Wang Ben, set out from Xianyang, divided into several groups, and swept towards the vast land of Jambu Continent.
Zhao Qi, the heir of the Qin Dynasty, was wearing black armor with dragon patterns and standing on a huge warship, personally supervising the battle.
Behind him were countless martial arts masters, as well as monks sent by Wuzhuang Temple and West Kunlun.
This time, Ying Zheng’s goal was very clear.
First unify the earth, then conquer the sky!
Time flies, and another thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye.
As the Qin Dynasty expanded, the journey westward did not stop.
Master Xuanzang and his three disciples headed westward to slay demons and monsters.
Behind them, there was always a Qin army following from a distance.
Whenever the four masters and apprentices conquered the demons in an area, the Qin army would immediately follow, build cities and counties, relocate people there, and spread humanitarian ideas.
The further west you go, the closer you get to Xiniu Hezhou, and the more people are bewitched and brainwashed by Buddhism.
Most of the people here believe in Buddhism, and every household enshrines statues of Buddha and Bodhisattva.
They were full of vigilance and rejection towards Xuanzang, a monk from the Tang Dynasty in the East.
Xuanzang didn't care about this.
Wherever he went, he would give a lecture.
He told the world that it is better to rely on oneself than to pray to God or Buddha.
People are born to be strong and should create their own future with their own hands instead of pinning their hopes on vague gods and Buddhas.
His method goes straight to the heart of people and resonates with countless people.
Many people smashed the Buddha statues in their homes on the spot and turned to believe in this "holy monk" from the East.
The fortune of Buddhism was eroded bit by bit under Xuanzang's "preaching".
Xiniu Hezhou, the ruins of Lingshan.
Duobao Tathagata's face was so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out of it.
Over the past thirty years, he has been paying close attention to the journey to the West.
He saw everything Xuanzang did.
In his view, the so-called "Daqin Buddhism" was simply a heresy that deviated from the orthodoxy.
However, this heresy was extremely inflammatory and easily shook the foundation of his Buddhist faith that had been built over countless generations.
"This is too much! This is really too much!"
Duobao Tathagata was so angry that he was shaking all over, and he smashed the stone platform under him to pieces with one palm.
Dipankara and Maitreya beside him also had solemn expressions.
"We can't let Xuanzang continue to mess around." The smile on Maitreya Buddha's fat face was gone. "If he continues like this, before the Qin army arrives, the foundation of our Buddhist sect will be undermined by him."
The ancient Buddha Ran Deng spoke in a hoarse voice, "But what can we do? Xuanzang is protected by the demon monkey Sun Wukong, and there are also powerful men from the Great Qin lurking in the dark. If we take action, we will play into the hands of the Great Qin."
In the battle against Qin, the three of them had their origins damaged and have not fully recovered to this day.
not to mention.
Without the Twelve Golden Lotuses of Merit to suppress the fortune, the fortune of Buddhism is fading away every day.
Their cultivation was also affected and was no longer at its peak.
Duobao Tathagata took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart.
He knew that what Ran Deng said was true.
Today's Buddhism can no longer withstand any turmoil.
"Pass on my decree," Duobao Tathagata said solemnly, "order all demon kings in Xiniu Hezhou to kill Tang Sanzang and his disciples at all costs!"
"Since we can't take action, let those demons consume them!"
"No matter what, we must not let them set foot on Lingshan alive!"
Maitreya and Dipankara both agreed.
This is the best solution at the moment.
After making all the arrangements, Tathagata immediately began to retreat in order to recover his strength as soon as possible.
Deep in Lingshan, in a secret room, Duobao Tathagata sat cross-legged.
Beneath him was a ninth-grade lotus platform.
However, he used the supreme Buddhist teachings to disguise the lotus platform into a twelve-level lotus, which was shining with golden light and surrounded by the aura of merit, and was no different from the real golden lotus of merit.
As the leader of Buddhism, if people knew that even the treasure that suppressed luck had been lost, then Buddhism would really become a huge joke.
He closed his eyes and tried his best to practice the profound skills to repair the injuries in his body.
However, if the mind is not calm, the Dharma will not be at peace.
When he thought of the Qin Dynasty's relentless pressure, when he thought of Xuanzang's "Mahayana Buddhism" that was eroding the fortunes of Buddhism, and when he thought of Buddhism's current miserable situation, he became extremely irritated and angry.
Hatred, murderous intent, unwillingness, humiliation...
All kinds of negative emotions, like inner demons, grew wildly in his sea of consciousness.
The more he tried to suppress these inner demons, the more violently they rebounded.
"puff!"
A mouthful of golden Buddha's blood spurted out of his mouth and sprinkled on the lotus platform beneath him.
As soon as he lost his mind, the Buddha's power that maintained the lotus platform's disguise began to fluctuate instantly.
It was at this moment.
A barely detectable black aura quietly emanated from the bottom of the ninth-grade lotus platform.
The black air was cold and strange.
It is filled with the most primitive meaning of destruction and depravity.
It seemed to have its own life, and silently, it followed the body of Duobao Tathagata and drilled into his body.
Duobao Tathagata's body shook violently, and a look of pain appeared on his face.
He shouted angrily at his own sea of consciousness, "Who are you?"
A voice filled with endless temptation rang in his mind, "Me? I am you."
"I am your anger, your hatred, and your unwillingness."
"Duobao, you were once the eldest brother of Jiejiao, so glorious! But you were forcibly converted by Taiqing Elder and became a puppet of Buddhism, bearing the name of a traitor. Are you willing to accept this?"
"Your Buddhist sect should have flourished and dominated the Three Realms, but now you have been forced into this state by a human dynasty. Are you willing to accept this?"
"Come, become one with me."
"If we join forces, we will possess power that surpasses that of a saint!"
"By then, the mere Great Qin will be destroyed in a snap of a finger! Taiqing and Hongjun will tremble at our feet!"
...(End of this chapter)
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