Chapter 342 Surfaced (2) (Two in One)
"I'm not a demon."
As the illusion disappeared, only the touch of her heart remained on Luo Xuanyi's fingers. She rubbed her fingertips reluctantly, feeling hungry.
Although still suffering from lust and hunger, Luo Xuanyi, according to the true definition, is a divine cultivator who has already embarked on the path to becoming a god and possesses the demigod lineage.
Yes, it was a divine cultivation, not a cunning one. This was certainly the work of my later life.
After seizing the position of Dao, Hou Ming was most afraid of two things. One was that Mo Yi would recover his strength and seize back the Tiandao orthodoxy, and the second was the appearance of a second or even more Mo Yis.
As long as there are gates leading directly to the Divine Court in this world, and as long as there is an overflow of spiritual energy for practicing Divine Cultivation, the next Mo Yi will be born sooner or later. This fact makes him extremely terrified and unable to sleep or eat.
So it starts tampering.
It uses a false starry curtain to cover up the real starry sky that brings endless spiritual power, and uses false flattery and half-true lies to deceive the Divine Court into taking back the Heavenly Gate. It calls the Heavenly Gate the Ghost Gate, swaps the death energy and spiritual power, chews up all pure souls, pollutes them with its own breath, and thus cuts off their connection with the Heavenly Gate.
All future cultivators in this world would draw upon dead energy instead of spiritual energy during their cultivation. Even if they reached the Spiritual Transformation Stage, they would still be unable to ascend to the Immortal Realm. This was because these Heavenly Dao cultivators had, for hundreds of thousands of years, transformed from divine cultivators into ghost cultivators, becoming tainted from the very root.
They spontaneously feared the arrival of the Heaven's Gate, calling it the Gate to the Ghost Realm with horror, and countless people fought to block it. They lived comfortably in this false worldscape, eternally repeating the impossible dream of ascending to godhood.
Hundreds of thousands of years have passed since then.
So, after Luo Xuanyi practiced the strange cultivation, she discovered that her cultivation method was not inferior to the cultivators of the time. Besides the strange cultivation, all the Taoism of the time were equal. Because all Taoism was false, how could one judge?
Even if the divine cultivation techniques of the past were discovered, they would be useless, as these ancient techniques were based on the principles of the previous world and were no longer compatible with this one. Therefore, cultivators gradually lost interest in excavating ancient relics, and the earliest existing written records date back only tens of thousands of years.
Everything is running smoothly under the careful arrangement of the emperor.
"As expected of someone who has been eyeing the divine throne for hundreds of thousands of years," Luo Xuanyi sighed inwardly. Catching a glimpse of the Ghost Buddha from the corner of her eye, she read his thoughts and sighed helplessly.
"Why do you sigh?"
"Nothing, but how far will you go before you give up?"
The ghost Buddha strung the Buddhist beads together again and hung them on his chest, then pulled out a butcher knife from somewhere and dragged it in his left hand.
This knife looked as if it had been forged for thousands of years. It was covered in rust, showing no trace of divine power. The blade was uneven and even curled. On the back of the knife was a row of brass rings that rang as the knife moved.
This knife could just as well have appeared in the corner of a pile of discarded junk in a butcher's house, but it looked extremely out of place in the hands of the compassionate-looking ghost Buddha.
"Since I cannot convert them, the only option is to eliminate them."
"Sorry, I'm here."
Unlike the gentle words of apology, the ghost Buddha held the sword at an angle, and a long light flashed from bottom to top.
A piece of black hair fell on the blade and turned into a black gas. When the black gas was about to return to Luo Xuanyi's body, it suddenly turned into a white light. A butcher knife emerged from the light and went straight through Luo Xuanyi's chest!
The copper rings on the knife in the chest are ringing, and the three thousand Buddhist chants are playing, purifying all the ghosts and evil spirits!
A pair of hands came from behind and easily lifted the ghost Buddha's head off.
"Unfortunately, I'm here."
The headless ghost Buddha took two steps forward, knife in hand, and a new head emerged from its neck. It turned and looked at Luo Xuanyi. The head in her hand and the body on the ghost Buddha knife turned into flying smoke and dissipated.
"Clone?"
"It's so sad that everything else has died."
Luo Xuanyi looked at the withered blood-drinking grass at her feet and tried to squeeze out two tears. Her heart overflowed with pity, and she cried much more easily than usual. "You were born a child of Buddha, blessed by all things. But as long as there's a natural being by your side, all your pain will be transferred to it. How cruel."
Everything was seen through too quickly. The Ghost Buddha calmly scanned Luo Xuanyi's surroundings, finally fixing his gaze on her eyes. Once he was stared at by those eyes, he felt as if his brain was being spied on.
So, she knew what he was thinking?
"I know. I think it's good."
Luo Xuanyi opened her arms, and the expanding black shadow spread rapidly, taking away all the lives around her. She felt sad from the bottom of her heart for the death of these lovely lives.
"There's nothing left to die for now."
Then, with a flick of her finger, countless invisible death auras suddenly materialized, mingling with faint blue flames that instantly enveloped the Ghost Buddha. The blue flames burned the skin, already fragile from the lingering poison, piercing through the flesh and reaching deep into the soul.
“Hmm!”
The Ghost Buddha frantically let go of his butcher knife and collapsed before Luo Xuanyi. A dark green poison quickly crawled over his spiderweb-like, cracked skin. Luo Xuanyi crouched down, her voice suddenly rising as if in a chant.
"You're going to die anyway, and it's going to be a painful death. There's no need for me to help you out. Just sit here and wail and regret."
The ghost Buddha opened his mouth and said something silently, then pain appeared on his face as the poison spread again.
After appreciating it for a while, Luo Xuanyi stood up and clapped her hands, then suddenly looked around: "Why are you still hiding? I have something to ask you."
The shadows of the pile of corpses to the south twisted, and a girl emerged. It was Gulan, whose face was complex and alert. She gripped the scissors tightly and asked, "How did you detect me?"
I actually don't know.
Luo Xuanyi smiled and didn't answer. Instead, she asked her, "This ghost Buddha was brought here by the person behind you, right?"
"What's it to you?" Gulan frowned, trying to find Luo Xuanyi's flaw without leaving any trace, but he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked.
This person's aura seemed completely different from the one seen in the ghost market.
"Of course it's my business. He's hunting me down." Luo Xuanyi sighed exaggeratedly and suddenly raised a finger. "But I also know the answer."
"The one who sent you here is from the Yao family."
Bluff. Gulan swallowed the words in her throat. She still underestimated the enemy. Her surprised expression betrayed her, but she quickly regained her composure.
"Now that you know, I don't need to explain the righteousness of my lord's revenge. All you have to do is be buried with my lord's fallen bloodline!"
After saying that, Gulan picked up the scissors and was about to cut towards Luo Xuanyi, but Luo Xuanyi quickly waved her hand: "Wait, I have something important to say to your Master Fuhe."
Even the name of Master Fuhe was exposed? Gulan suddenly remembered what the Ghost Buddha had said just now, and tried her best to clear her mind and not reveal any information to Luo Xuanyi, but the next second her mind was blown away.
"I know where there are still living Yao family members." Luo Xuanyi tilted her head and smiled, "Except for your master and those who died, there are still living descendants of the Yao family."
"You, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Gulan swallowed a breath of air in bewilderment. She shouted sternly: "How dare you lie about Master Fuhe's bloodline! I!"
"Alan, wait." Another voice popped out of Gulan's mouth, "If what she said is true, then Master Fuhe will definitely be very angry if we lose this news."
“Hmm…”
Seeing Gulan, who seemed to have two people arguing within him, Luo Xuanyi's smile remained unchanged, tears glistening in her eyes filled with sincerity and sympathy. "I know you may not believe it, but you can ask your Lord Fuhe if he sensed the blood feud between the two Yao family bloodlines in me before?"
Gulan nodded and slowly lowered the scissors in her hand, but she didn't know what to say. Luo Xuanyi certainly wouldn't let the situation cool down.
"In fact, the Yao family's bloodline is not only not cut off, but is also very strong."
Luo Xuanyi seemed to harbor no ill intentions, speaking with a gentle smile, "In the Zang Yao Sect, the Yao family's bloodline consumed the Fu Mu Fruit, and they're constantly producing children. The two Yao family members I killed are insignificant compared to the countless clone factories."
"Fu Mu Fruit... Avatar Delivery Room?" Gulan muttered in confusion. She didn't understand what was being said, and Luo Xuanyi didn't mean to force her to understand.
"If you repeat this to Fukawa, he'll definitely understand what I'm talking about. Ask him: which is more important, dwelling on his deceased child or saving the living bloodline?"
"Such outrageous words!"
Taking advantage of Gulan's hesitation and loss of fighting spirit, Luo Xuanyi waved her hand.
"Well, I have things to do. Excuse me."
She flew easily towards the dark crack in the sky. In an instant, there seemed to be a flash of lightning, but the lightning did not dare to fall. She still safely sank into it and disappeared.
All that was left on the earth was the ghost Buddha lying half-dead in countless ashes, and Gulan pacing hesitantly.
"Could what she said be true?"
"Let Master Shikawa decide."
"But now is a critical moment. If Master Fukawa is distracted..."
"Ahem."
Gulan, who was arguing, was startled when he heard the sound and realized the existence of the ghost Buddha.
The ghost Buddha's body was already mostly rotten, and from the cracks between his bones a few faint blue flames shone, making his black lips glow strangely. He opened his lips and spoke with difficulty.
“Please… please…”
Gulan stood there, then suddenly turned her head with a hint of reluctance. She could probably guess what he was going to say, but Master Fuhe had said that she couldn't give him the xiphoid process bone.
Poor man who lost his life for his brother.
Gulan, who had unconsciously leaned towards the Ghost Buddha, sat on the ground, lowered his head and listened to his last words, even if this could only give him some self-righteous comfort.
"What are you going to say?"
The flames gradually burned to the throat, resonating with a cruel burning sound in the cavity.
"Please... bring my brother's remains..."
Gulan paused and sighed reluctantly.
"I'm sorry, but you failed to fulfill the contract."
"No... You don't have to give it to me... cough cough!" The ghost Buddha spit out a mouthful of flame, as if even to the end of his soul, he still wanted to make a sound out of this obsession, "Bury it in my brother's... his grave, cough! Just outside the Zhongqu Mountains, under the only Bodhi tree... Please... please..."
"It's no longer useful to you... cough cough cough!"
After exhaling his last breath, the Ghost Buddha coughed violently. The flames had already taken over his whole body and burned into his brain, but he still murmured stubbornly, please, please.
Gulan stood up, bewildered.
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