Chapter 277 Buddha Can Kill Me, But Not This One (4000 words)
Kong Nian Temple.
Of the ten major Buddhist sects in the Western Regions, only this one remains.
In the nearly three years since then, all ten Buddhist sects have become aware of Xiao Mo's strength.
Therefore, they had no intention of confronting Xiao Mo head-on.
Over the years, they let Xiao Mo control their own temple, trading space for time, all for this final battle.
Inside the main hall of Kongnian Temple.
Ten abbots of the Buddhist sect who had attained the highest level of enlightenment stood before the Buddha statue.
After two or three years of preparation, the large magic circle carved next to this Buddha statue was finally completed a month ago.
The magic array, centered on the Buddha statue, connects the entire Kongnian Temple and also the Buddhist fortune of the entire Western Regions.
Now, they are waiting for Xiao Mo to arrive.
They also believed that Xiao Mo would definitely come.
Because Xiao Mo's actions have shown that his ambition is not just to be the Demon Lord, but to be the ruler of the entire Western Regions!
Therefore, he definitely needs this Buddhist fortune.
"Master Xujing, how is my nephew Wangxin?" the abbot of Qingzhou Temple asked Xujing. "This Demon Subduing Formation would be most perfect if it were protected by my nephew Wangxin's Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart."
“Wangxin and Xiao Mo have known each other since childhood. Their feelings for each other are too deep. I haven’t told Wangxin about these things, nor do I want her to be involved in them.” Xu Jing raised her head and looked at the Buddha statue in front of her. “The survival of Buddhism is something we old folks should handle. Why bother the younger generation?”
Two and a half years ago, after Wangxin broke through the illusion and entered the Immortal Realm, he went to find Xiao Mo. However, Xiao Mo happened to come to Kongnian Temple and knocked Wangxin unconscious with a single blow.
Furthermore, Xiao Mo set up a spell in Wangxin's courtyard to prevent anyone from entering or leaving.
For the past two and a half years, Wang Xin has been trying to sneak out of the courtyard, but she has failed every time.
Xu Jing would even reinforce the barrier from time to time.
He believed that even if his Buddhist sect was ultimately defeated, Xiao Mo would not harm Wangxin, provided that Wangxin did not participate in the war.
“.”
Hearing Master Xujing's firm tone, everyone felt a little regretful, but said nothing more.
They all gazed at the compassionate Buddha statue before them, wondering whether their Buddhist and Taoist ancestors would bless their unworthy descendants in this final battle.
Gradually, the rising sun shone into the main hall, and the blood-red morning glow seemed to drape the clay Buddha statue in a red robe.
The sky was already clear.
"Everyone, please prepare yourselves. We should welcome Benefactor Xiao," Xu Jing said slowly.
"Amitabha."
Nine abbots who had ascended to the highest realm simultaneously chanted the Buddha's name.
Their voices, along with the bells of Kongnian Temple that signified an enemy attack, gradually faded into the distance.
At the same time, 50,000 demonic cultivators arrived above Kongnian Temple.
At the very front of the 50,000 demonic cultivators, a man sat atop a floating scabbard.
He had one foot on the scabbard and the other holding a vermilion wine gourd, drinking the last bit of mulberry wine inside.
The disciples of the Demonic Sect looked at this last pure land of Buddhism, and the eyes of every demonic cultivator gleamed with fervor.
The Buddhist sect and the demonic sect have clashed countless times.
Although the Demonic Sect had gained a significant advantage several times, this was the first time they had pushed the Buddhist sect to such a point.
They even believed that from this day forward, Buddhism would have to submit to the demonic sect!
Nothing more.
Over the years, they have never seen the Demon Lord fail at anything he has set his mind to.
As the sound of bells echoed through the mountains and forests of Kongnian Temple, the last 40,000 Buddhist disciples who were still resisting stood ready for battle.
A short while later.
Ten abbots of Buddhist temples walked up to the forty thousand Buddhist disciples.
"Amitabha." Abbot Xujing chanted a Buddhist prayer and bowed to Xiao Mo with his hands clasped together, saying, "This old monk Xujing greets Benefactor Xiao."
Xiao Mo put down his wine gourd and hung it on his waist: "The abbots of the ten Buddhist temples have avoided war for the past two or three years. Now they must be ready?"
"It's barely acceptable." Xu Jing looked at Xiao Mo calmly. "If possible, this old monk would not want this great battle to happen. If Benefactor Xiao can withdraw his troops, that would be the best outcome."
Xiao Mo smiled slightly: "Does Master Xujing think it's possible?"
“There’s nothing we can do about it,” Xu Jing sighed. “Please, everyone.”
Xiao Mo's eyes gradually sharpened. He waved his hand forward and said coldly, "Kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The 50,000 demonic cultivators, who had been holding back for so long, could no longer wait and all headed towards the Buddhist temple!
Over the years, the Demonic Sect has never been defeated, and their morale has reached its peak!
Xu Jing activated the protective array of Kongnian Temple.
Just as the 50,000 demonic cultivators were about to touch the mountain-protecting formation, Xiao Mo slashed down with his sword.
"boom!"
A loud bang was heard.
The spiritual energy barrier of the mountain-protecting formation shattered with a deafening roar.
Fifty thousand demonic cultivators and forty thousand Buddhist disciples clashed together.
Xiao Mo's figure also disappeared.
When Xiao Mo reappeared, he had already fought the ten abbots of the Buddhist sects to the highest heavens.
A violent surge of spiritual energy swept across the entire sky.
Xiao Mo swung his sword down, and the domineering sword energy and bloodthirsty aura merged together, like a tidal wave, threatening to shatter the entire sky.
The ten Ascension Realm monks dared not confront them head-on and could only dodge.
"town!"
The abbot of Qingzhou Temple shouted, and a golden Buddha mountain pressed down on Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo simply raised his head and glanced at him indifferently.
The next moment, Xiao Mo swung his sword.
"boom!"
The black and red blade energy sliced through the golden Buddha mountain in two as easily as cutting tofu.
The abbot of Buyi Temple tore off the cloth robe he was wearing.
The simple robe rapidly expanded until it blotted out the sky, then began to cover Xiao Mo.
But Xiao Mo still swung his sword a few times, and the cloth robe suddenly expanded and then exploded into countless fragments, which fell like snowflakes.
Everyone frowned.
Each magical weapon possesses its own unique abilities.
However, the immortal weapon in Xiao Mo's hands has not shown its power over the years.
Later they speculated that this did not mean Xiao Mo did not use the special abilities of the immortal weapon.
Rather, it is the ability of the immortal weapon in Xiao Mo's hands that is "sharp".
This demonic blade, stained with ink, takes "sharpness" to the extreme.
It was as if everything in the world was nothing but a bubble to the long sword in Xiao Mo's hand.
The attacks of the abbots of Qingzhou Temple and Buyi Temple were easily thwarted, and Xiao Mo charged forward again.
In Xiao Mo's view, these ten Buddhist abbots working together were indeed much more difficult to deal with than the nine sect leaders of the great demonic sects back then.
At that time, the leaders of the nine major demonic sects each had their own thoughts, were a disorganized mess, and were even wary of each other.
But now, these ten Buddhist sect leaders are like a whole.
Of all the great battles of his life, Xiao Mo felt this was the most difficult.
"Heaven and earth are illusory red."
Xiao Mo let out a low shout, and the area within a thousand miles centered on him turned blood red.
He gripped the jet-black longsword and stepped into the air, the ink-stained sword spirit appearing behind Xiao Mo.
The originally tiny sword spirit has now grown to the size of a normal person.
Ranmo wrapped her arms around Xiaomo's neck from behind, her figure gradually dissipating until she merged into the black clothes of Xiaomo's body.
As Xiao Mo approached step by step, Xu Jing and the others were terrified, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.
They have also experienced countless battles and faced life-or-death struggles with powerful enemies on several occasions.
But this time, when Xiao Mo stood in front of them, they felt utter despair.
The abbot of Rumeng Temple clasped his hands together and chanted incantations, instantly distorting the scene around Xiao Mo.
In the blink of an eye, the mountain temples disappeared, replaced by several Vajra Buddhas, each hundreds of feet tall, surrounding Xiao Mo, as if to judge him.
Looking at these Vajra Buddhas, Xiao Mo shook his head indifferently and kindly reminded them, "Illusion is the most useless thing to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Mo didn't even swing his sword. Instead, his bloodthirsty aura surged, like boiling magma, completely destroying the Vajra Buddha.
The illusion shattered, but Xiao Mo remained standing in the same spot, never having moved.
The abbot of Rumeng Temple turned pale, let out a muffled groan, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
But at that moment, the abbot of Mantuo Temple flicked his sleeve.
Countless golden mandala petals appeared out of thin air, seemingly falling gently, yet each petal contained sharp Buddhist energy, spinning and cutting towards Xiao Mo like a blade.
"I'm here to help you!"
At the same time, the abbot of Qianfo Temple struck out with his palm.
"Thousand Buddha Brahma Palm!"
The abbot of Qianfo Temple's palm strikes transformed into hundreds and thousands of golden palm prints in the air, layer upon layer, surging like ocean waves.
The abbot of Guiyin Temple flickered and vanished from the spot in an instant.
In the next instant, he appeared silently behind Xiao Mo, and casually extended his finger towards Xiao Mo's back.
The wind is condensed and silent.
Faced with an attack from three sides, Xiao Mo also made a move.
He lightly tapped his foot, and the scabbard beneath him emitted a soft hum.
The long sword in his hand, "Stained with Ink," drew a perfectly round arc.
The black and red blade light accurately met the countless palm prints.
As the blade flashed, hundreds and thousands of palm prints shattered one after another like bubbles.
Xiao Mo's sword light, still undiminished in its momentum, collided with the golden rain of flowers once more.
"laugh!"
A series of sharp cutting sounds rang out as the incredibly sharp petals collided with the even sharper blade energy, instantly pulverizing and dissipating into golden Buddhist light.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Xiao Mo struck back with his left elbow the same time the blade flashed. The powerful bloodthirsty energy condensed into a single point, which struck the silent finger of the abbot of Guiyin Temple.
"Bang!"
A muffled explosion rang out.
The abbot of Guiyin Temple felt an irresistible force coming from his fingertips, and his entire arm went numb instantly.
As his blood and qi surged, he had no choice but to use the force to fly back, and then force the bloodthirsty qi out from his fingertips.
"Form the array," Master Xujing said slowly.
The ten abbots moved swiftly, occupying ten positions and surrounding Xiao Mo in the center.
They chanted scriptures simultaneously, their bodies radiating brilliant golden light. The golden light connected with each other, forming a huge golden Buddhist seal in the air, which slowly rotated and pressed down on Xiao Mo.
This Buddha seal is as heavy as a mountain, and carries with it a majestic and righteous aura.
Before the Buddha's seal had fully descended, the air below had already frozen.
Xiao Mo felt a tightness around his body, and his movements were indeed somewhat affected.
He looked up at the enormous golden Buddha seal: "Buddha, can you really subdue me?"
He gripped the knife with both hands and raised the "Ink Dye" above his head.
The immense bloodthirsty aura surged into the blade like rivers flowing into the sea, turning it a dark red, as if it bore witness to endless carnage.
"break!"
With a low shout, Xiao Mo suddenly swung his sword upwards!
The condensed, almost tangible black and red blade light shot into the sky.
It didn't have the exaggerated momentum of the previous sword energy, but it carried a resolute determination to cut everything off, and it slashed fiercely at the center of the Buddha seal!
"Snap!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out, and before that extreme sharpness, the Buddhist seal, which had gathered the power of the ten abbots, actually developed a clear crack starting from its center.
The cracks spread rapidly, instantly covering the entire Buddha seal.
"Boom!"
In the next instant, the golden Buddhist seal exploded, its spiritual energy scattering in circles, sending many of the demonic cultivators and Buddhist disciples who were fighting in the air flying.
The ten abbots trembled violently at the same time, staggered back several steps, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of each of their mouths.
But the next moment, Xu Jing stretched out her finger and pointed downwards.
"Boom!"
The main peak of Kongnian Temple trembled violently.
Starting from the main hall, the Buddha's light continuously spread outwards.
Finally, an obscure magic circle was formed, its patterns emitting a soft yet firm golden light that subtly resonated with the Buddha statue itself. It seemed that the remaining Buddhist fortune of the entire Western Regions was converging on this place, creating an invisible pressure.
Inside the main hall, the golden Buddha statue directly in front of the main hall emanated streams of light, which then, as if weathered, turned into golden dust that poured out and drifted away, eventually coalescing into a gigantic golden Buddha statue in the sky above the battlefield.
The Buddha statue bowed its head, looking down at Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo also looked up at the golden Buddha statue.
Just like when Xiao Mo first came to Kongnian Temple.
"Legend has it that in ancient times, the ancestors of the various schools of thought fought against the gods and perished one after another. When the ancestor of Buddhism perished, he could not let go of the common people under heaven, so he turned his body into a stone Buddha to watch over this human world."
And that Buddha statue thus became a treasure of Buddhism.
"This must be the one, right?"
Xiao Mo spoke calmly.
“Indeed.” Master Xujing nodded. “This is a treasure of our Buddhist sect, which we have never used before. This is the first time. I never imagined that after so many tens of thousands of years, we would still have to rely on the power of our ancestors. It is truly a sin.”
"Xiao Mo!" the abbot of Mantuo Temple roared, "Today, you will be suppressed here!"
"Then let's give it a try."
After saying this, Xiao Mo said no more, picked up his sword and walked forward.
The golden Buddha statue seemed to come alive, its eyes radiating dazzling golden light.
The array patterns resembled burning golden flames, and countless solid golden chains, imbued with the power of Buddhist laws, emerged from the array and coiled towards Xiao Mo!
Xiao Mo swung his sword at the first few chains that came towards him.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The golden chains, like ordinary ropes, were all severed by Xiao Mo's longsword, turning into golden specks of light that dissipated into the air.
Xiao Mo coldly glanced around, then lowered his head, his gaze settling on a small courtyard on the mountain.
Finally, Xiao Mo withdrew his gaze and looked once more at the golden, illusory Buddha high in the sky:
"Buddha can kill me."
"But not this one."
(End of this chapter)
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