On the battlefield in the west filled with blood and death, the fierce battle between the Killing Monk and Ashura is in full swing. Every attack and defense is related to the fate of the entire battle.
The Shaxin monk was like the descended Buddha. His figure was as straight as a pine tree, and he stood there like the embodiment of compassion and strength.
The demon-subduing pestle in his hand, under the reflection of the Buddha's light, burst into an extremely bright light. The light was like the scorching sun in the sky, hot and dazzling. Wherever it went, it seemed to be able to dispel all the evil in the world.
Every ray of light is like a sword of justice, cutting off the shackles of darkness and leaving evil nowhere to hide.
The Buddhist scriptures he recited were like divine sounds from the sky, echoing over the battlefield like a huge bell.
The voice carried a mysterious rhythm, and each syllable contained endless Buddhist power, as if the purest energy in the universe was resonating.
For the soldiers and believers who were fighting bloody battles, the Buddhist music was like finding a quiet island in the ocean of brutal fighting, giving their tired hearts a moment of comfort.
But for Asura, this Buddhist sound was like a sharp thorn, piercing the depths of his soul. It was an unbearable and huge deterrent. Every note seemed to be knocking on his evil nature, trying to awaken the conscience deep in his heart that was completely swallowed by darkness.
Although Asura was strong, he gradually showed signs of defeat under the wave after wave of attacks from the Killing Monk.
His golden body, which was once as solid as a rock and seemed to last as long as the heaven and earth, now began to show tiny cracks, like fragile glass.
At first, the cracks were as thin as spider silk, faintly visible on his skin that emitted an evil glow, like undercurrents hidden beneath the calm surface of a lake.
However, as the Killing Monk's attacks continued, these cracks spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, soon covering his entire body. They were like cracks that appear on the earth during drought, crisscrossing, deep and hideous.
Black spiritual power continuously seeped out from these cracks, like the blood of a devil, emitting a pungent smell of death.
The black spiritual power seemed to have life, twisting and swirling in the air, trying to break free from some kind of restraint. This was a sign that his evil power was gradually leaking out of control.
Each strand of black spiritual power is like a small demon, emitting malice towards the world. They struggle in the sunlight, but cannot escape the suppression of Buddhism, and can only form a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere around them.
Although Ashura was still madly waving the two sickles in his hands that were emitting strange light, trying to launch a final counterattack, the attack had lost its former sharpness and dominance, and every swing seemed extremely strenuous.
His movements were no longer smooth. The sickle that could easily cut through space now seemed a little sluggish as it passed through the air, like a rusty, blunt knife cutting into tough steel.
Although his eyes were still filled with bloodthirsty fanaticism, a hint of despair was faintly revealed in the depths of that fanaticism, as if he had foreseen his own fate of failure. However, his proud nature drove him to make a final struggle, like a drowning man desperately grasping at the last straw.
The killer monk had sharp eyes and he keenly sensed Asura's decline.
He looked solemn, his face as resolute as a carved stone statue, and the sound of his chanting became louder and louder. The sound was like a surging river, with one wave higher than the other, setting off an invisible spiritual storm on the battlefield.
Afterwards, he gathered all the spiritual power in his body to one point like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea. This process was like the stars in the universe collapsing, and all the energy was compressed to the extreme.
At this moment, the Buddha's light on his body suddenly shone to its utmost, and the light was so bright that it seemed to set the entire sky on fire.
Golden light gushed out of his body like a volcanic eruption, spreading out in all directions, enveloping him in a vast golden ball of light. This ball of light was like a newborn sun, emitting endless heat and brightness, and the surrounding air was distorted by the scorching light.
He shouted loudly, and the sound was like rolling spring thunder, shaking the heaven and earth. It was also like the roar of an ancient beast, containing endless power.
He himself, like a furious Vajra, charged towards Asura with unstoppable momentum. His figure, illuminated by the light, appeared incredibly tall and majestic, and every step he took seemed to tread on the hearts of the crowd, making those around him feel a powerful sense of oppression.
This strike embodies all his life's cultivation, carries his persistence and adherence to justice, and is the strongest voice he has made to protect world peace.
I saw an extremely bright golden light, as if it contained the power of the stars in the entire universe, spurting out from the demon-subduing pestle. The light streaked across the sky like a burning meteor, and rushed straight towards Asura with a destructive momentum.
Wherever the meteor passed, black cracks were torn into space, as if the universe was making way for this powerful force.
The front end of the golden light was like a huge drill, carrying unparalleled momentum, ready to crush everything that stood in its way.
Asura felt this deadly threat that seemed like the Last Judgment Day, and fear appeared on his originally ferocious face for the first time.
His pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes reflected the golden light that was getting closer and closer, as if he saw his own doomsday.
He used up his last bit of strength and concentrated all the black spiritual power in his body in front of him like a volcanic eruption, trying to build the last line of defense.
In an instant, a huge shield formed by the gathering of black spiritual power appeared in front of him. Various demons with bared fangs and claws and hideous faces appeared on the shield. They had different shapes, some had huge wings, some had multiple heads and arms, and each of them exuded a terrifying aura.
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