Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 597 Heavenly Demons and Heretics Arise Amidst Calamities, Seven Treasures Shine Brightly, Disrupting the Demonic Heart (Seeking Donations and Subscriptions!)

The Western Buddhist Kingdom, once a pure land, has now been completely transformed into a hellish realm of Asuras.

The peaceful Buddhist light was torn to pieces by the filthy blood and violent demonic energy. The white jade-paved earth was filled with bottomless ravines and huge, scorched pits. Countless corpses and remains of Buddhist cultivators fell into them. The water of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool had long been stained dark red and emitted a nauseatingly sweet and foul smell.

The once clear chanting of scriptures has long been completely drowned out by the deafening shouts of killing, the roar of magical weapons, and the dying wails.

Only the eye of the storm, the Eight Heavenly Dragon Pagoda, still exudes a terrifying and vast Buddhist power, like the last lighthouse in the darkness, yet it has also become the core where all calamities converge.

"Was what I did really right? Was it really right to destroy the Great Zen Temple in order to establish a Buddhist paradise on earth?"

The omnipresent and boundless slaughter has almost destroyed the Buddhist heart that the monk Lianshan has cultivated for thousands of years.

Is it really worth risking the lives of all the monks in the temple today to establish a Buddhist kingdom on earth?

The fourteen Mahayana cultivators of the human race have now become the last barrier of the Buddhist kingdom, each engaged in fierce battles and dividing the battlefield.

Previously, Daoist Lu Cheng used the Samadhi True Fire Divine Power and the power of the Nine Li Cauldron to defeat two alien races' Mahayana cultivators in a short period of time, subduing and sealing them. His awe-inspiring divine might was truly terrifying.

However, every time the Samadhi True Fire is used at full power, the consumed True Fire needs to be replenished through hundreds of years of cultivation. Moreover, other alien races may not be as afraid of the Samadhi True Fire as the tree demon and the ant queen, and they may not be able to achieve the same result again.

In the northwest corner of the Buddhist temple, a fierce wind, sharp as a knife, tore through the space.

Daoist Minghe, dressed in a Daoist robe fluttering in the wind, faced the Mahayana Demon Saint of the Rift Dragon Roc Clan and exerted all his strength. The opponent's roc wings reached the sky, and with a flap of his wings, countless spatial rift blades swept over. The speed of his physical body was also unparalleled in the world.

Each time the demon saint's claws extended, they were accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that pierced through the void. Ordinary Taoist techniques could not even get close to him because of his powerful speed and physical body.

"Screech!" The Dragon Roc Demon Saint let out a sharp cry, transforming into a golden light that tore through the sky, rushing straight towards Daoist Minghe, its sharp claws aimed directly at his crown.

Minghe Daojun's expression was cold and stern, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow. With his left hand, he made a hand seal, and a vertical shield resembling a tortoise shell flew out from his Qiankun bag at his waist. The tortoise shell turned slightly and transformed into a three-foot-long shield, blocking in front of Minghe Daojun.

Clang.

The two sides clashed head-on, and the Dragon Roc Demon Saint's physical strength was indeed extremely terrifying!
Although Minghe Daojun's ninth-order defensive magic treasure was only a low-grade ninth-order item, it was actually knocked back and its spiritual light was damaged by his attack. It was clear that it would be difficult to withstand even a second attack.

But at the same time, a dark light emerged from Minghe Daojun's left sleeve like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, silent yet incredibly swift!

It is indeed a tenth-tier pseudo-immortal artifact, the Profound Yin Demon-Suppressing Corpse-Suppressing Rope!
If this magical treasure were to be used directly, it might not be able to hit the peerless demon in front of him. However, after the two sides clashed head-on, no matter how strong the opponent's physical body was or how fast his escape speed was, he would still have to withstand the same counterattack force. In that instant, his escape speed would naturally drop sharply.

This is also a classic method used by orthodox cultivators to deal with powerful body cultivators. The Dragon Roc Demon Saint had little experience fighting human cultivators and did not have sufficient foresight regarding this change.

The jet-black rope seemed to be forged from a fusion of millennia-old ice and the vengeful spirits of the deepest hell. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and even the raging spatial turbulence around it seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ignoring spatial distance, the Xuan Yin Rope struck the figure of the Dragon Roc Demon Saint, who was about to transform into golden light again, with unparalleled precision!
scoff!

It wasn't a loud noise, but rather the sound of a hot iron being branded into ice, a sound of intense erosion.

The golden feather that the Dragon Roc Demon Saint was so proud of, comparable to a ninth-tier defensive magic weapon, was actually eroded open with a charred mark, instantly penetrating deep into his flesh, and a Nine Netherworld evil aura that froze his bloodline and defiled his primordial spirit frantically drilled in.

"Roar!" The Dragon Roc Demon Saint roared in pain, its body suddenly froze, and the golden light dimmed. It was filled with shock and anger, and at the same time, its wings flapped wildly, and countless tearing blades swept towards the Xuan Yin Rope like a storm, trying to shred it.

With a change of technique, Daoist Minghe's Xuan Yin Rope moved as nimbly as a snake, suddenly transforming into thousands of fine rope shadows. It did not block directly, but rather wrapped around, deflected the force, and penetrated layer by layer.

Over the years, he has devoted most of his efforts to this Xuan Yin Ling Bao, which has already demonstrated remarkable power.

The Sky-Splitting Blade struck the rope net, producing a piercing friction sound. Most of its power was neutralized and frozen by the Nine Netherworld Cold Qi, and the few that penetrated were also neutralized by the tortoise shell shield in front of Daoist Minghe.

The Taiqing Sect is not without better ninth-tier defensive magic treasures, but this tortoise shell shield consumes the least amount of divine sense and mana, and has the best defensive effect, making it the most suitable for Daoist Minghe to use.

Those magical treasures with stronger defensive capabilities consume far more spiritual energy and mana, making them unsuitable for use.

"Nine Netherworld Profound Fiend Corpse Demon Formation, activate!" Daoist Minghe shouted, while simultaneously swinging the Profound Yin Rope in his hand once more.

Centered on the Dragon Roc Demon Saint, nine deep array eyes suddenly lit up in the surrounding void. Immediately afterwards, nine refined corpses, clad in heavy ancient armor and exuding the corpse aura of the peak of the Integration Realm, broke through the air.

Their movements were stiff yet incredibly strong, their eyes burning with eerie green flames. In an instant, they formed a mysterious array, and the rolling Nine Netherworld Corpse Qi surged out of the array like ink, perfectly blending with the Nine Netherworld Cold Qi of the Xuan Yin Rope, transforming into a huge black cage covering an area of ​​a hundred miles!

Corpse Demon Locks the Void, Mysterious Yin Suppresses the Spirit!
As a result, the Dragon Roc Demon Saint felt as if his wings were trapped in a quagmire, and his proud speed was suppressed by the double effect of the Corpse Fiend Cold Qi and the spatial blockade of the array, almost crippling him.

It roared in fury, its body blazing with golden light, attempting to unleash its magical power and brute force to break free.

Minghe Daojun's face paled slightly. Controlling such a large formation and a tenth-order pseudo-immortal artifact had consumed an astonishing amount of divine sense and magical power. However, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring intently at his opponent. The Xuan Yin Rope in his hand was like the fangs of a venomous snake, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Each strike accurately hit the joints of the Dragon Roc Demon Saint, where his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, leaving behind scorched ice marks that caused him to howl in pain repeatedly!
The human and the demon are now locked in a war of attrition.

In the southeast corner of the Buddhist temple, Qingyang Daojun of the Yuqing Sect, surrounded by a vast expanse of purple aura three thousand feet high, held an ancient jade ruler and faced off head-on with a Mahayana warrior of the Erosion Realm Ant Clan, which was shaped like a mountain, covered in lava shells, and spewing high-temperature poisonous flames.

With a wave of the jade ruler, illusory stars crashed down, colliding with the poisonous flames and exploding into annihilating light waves, while the tide of primordial energy swept in all directions.

The Sword Technique of Daoist Wangchen of the Shangqing Sect was profound. His Demon-Slaying Flying Sword split into countless forms, its sword light cascading like a waterfall, forming a sword array that trapped several Mahayana cultivators of the Starbone Tide Clan. These Mahayana cultivators of the Starbone Tide Clan were not only skilled in magic but also possessed formidable physical bodies. Now, trapped within the sword circle, they were unable to use their magic effectively, so they would occasionally transform into giants to charge at the sword array. The sword light and flowing light collided and annihilated fiercely in the confined space, creating an extremely dangerous situation.

In this state, Daoist Wangchen could not win, but by trapping these few Mahayana cultivators of the Starbone Tide Clan, every bit of time he delayed was a great contribution to the battle.

Although the Myriad Manifestations Palace's Myriad Wonders Ghost Mother had been injured before, she still revealed the profound foundation of a seasoned Mahayana practitioner at this moment. With a gentle wave of the Myriad Ghost Banner in her hand, the yin wind howled, and countless fierce souls and vengeful spirits formed the Myriad Manifestations Ghost Domain, forcefully resisting the impact of another wave of the Devouring Realm Ant Clan army. Ghost claws tore and ghost howls ripped apart souls, holding back the fearless ant tide in place.

This time, she had learned her lesson and infiltrated the Netherworld. Even if there were ant kings and queens, they would be unable to find her true form and would be unable to do anything for a while. She did not seek merit but only to avoid mistakes.

The rogue cultivators Long Zhang and Feng Tu, a married couple, joined forces, their music harmonizing beautifully. Long Zhang played the zither, its melodies like dragon roars, transforming into tangible sonic blades that sliced ​​through the battlefield; Feng Tu wielded a brush, painting in the void, depicting mountains and rivers, divine birds and strange beasts rushing towards the enemy, temporarily holding back several menacing Mahayana Tree Demons of the Myriad Poisons Ancient Forest Clan.

The other Mahayana cultivators also fought fiercely, engaging in one-on-one battles with the Nine-Headed Blood River Demon Lord and other powerful members of the Dragon Roc Clan. Their magical treasures shone brightly, and their Taoist and Buddhist techniques were astonishing. However, each intense collision only added new wounds to the already ravaged Buddhist land.

At the heart of the battlefield, the enormous golden Buddha transformed from the old monk of Lianshan grew increasingly dim.

His compassionate gaze swept over the devastation, over the Buddhist monks who had perished while protecting the pagoda, and he uttered a grand Buddhist chant:
"Amitabha Buddha. If I don't go to hell, who will? All sentient beings are drowning in the sea of ​​suffering, but there will be a way to turn back to the other shore. May the Buddha-land be reborn!"

The final "qi" seemed to have exhausted his last remaining energy. The already cracked golden Buddha body suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented, pure, and extremely gentle golden light.

This golden light was not an attack, but rather carried unparalleled power of attraction and creation, instantly enveloping the souls of the fallen Buddhist cultivators and their remaining faith and willpower that had not yet completely dissipated throughout the battlefield.

Sanskrit singing is back!

The Buddhist monks who had perished in various places were drawn together again by the intense golden light.

The Eight Heavenly Dragon Pagoda trembled violently, and countless niches on its surface lit up. A vast and pure power of faith poured out, like golden rain, merging into the gathered fragments and remnants of souls.

One, two, three... Dozens of Buddhist cultivators who had already died in battle were now forming illusory golden bodies reconstructed by pure golden faith and vows in various parts of the battlefield!
Their faces were blurred, yet they exuded the aura of their past lives and unwavering Buddhist resolve. Holding phantom images of Buddhist artifacts, they once again fearlessly charged towards the nearest powerful alien warrior!
"kill!"

This is the power of the laws of the tenth-tier Buddhist artifact, the Eight Heavenly Dragon Pagoda. Within the range of the Buddhist light, as long as the Buddhist cultivator's mental power is clear and strong enough, they can be guided by it, and their soul will not enter the cycle of reincarnation, but will be put into the Eight Heavenly Dragon Pagoda.

Then, the endless faith and vows stored within the pagoda will be used to recast the "golden body," thus transcending the cycle of birth and death, proving the vastness of the Buddha's teachings, and making the golden body immortal!
If the power of vows within the pagoda is sufficient and the person in charge is willing, it is entirely possible to convert the primordial spirits of Taoist cultivators (referring to the souls of those whose physical bodies have perished) to Buddhism in this Buddhist world. Although this would greatly deplete the Buddhist power of vows, qualified Taoist cultivators would naturally be selected from the best of the best, and their magical powers and supernatural abilities would far surpass those of ordinary Buddhist cultivators. In the long run, this would continuously increase the foundation of Buddhism.

Although only a few dozen Buddhist monks were "resurrected," the effect was astonishing!
The resurrected Buddhist cultivators joined the battlefield, which greatly relieved the pressure on the monks in the temple and greatly boosted their morale. Some precarious battle lines were stabilized instantly, and some even launched a counterattack!

Hidden among the myriad ghosts, the Myriad Wonderful Ghost Mother's eyes shone with extraordinary light upon seeing this, and she unleashed her magic power without regard for her own strength.

Even Daoist Qingyang and Daoist Wangchen became even more ruthless and fierce in their attacks, partly because these alien cultivators were terrified.

If this kind of "resurrection" can be repeated indefinitely, then there is no need to continue this battle.

However, the reality is that Monk Lianshan can't use this technique more than a few times. This method can only be used after the tenth-tier Buddhist artifact, the Eight Heavenly Dragon Pagoda, has been truly refined. At this moment, this Buddhist treasure is still lacking some refinement and has not yet been fully refined.

Forcibly performing a spell consumes an astonishing amount of faith and willpower. Even the accumulated willpower of Xiji Zen Temple over tens of thousands of years could not withstand several such acts.

"hold head high!"

A dragon's roar that shook the heavens and the earth resounded throughout the battlefield.

It is not a real dragon, but a ten-thousand-foot-long evil dragon transformed from the Blood River Banner!

Lu Cheng Daoist was at the heart of the battlefield storm, facing the Mahayana Tree Demons of the Myriad Poison Ancient Forest Clan. These tree demons were naturally countered by the Bone-Eating Golden Locust Swarm, and also somewhat countered by the Blood River Banner. Lu Cheng's escape techniques were unparalleled, so he naturally chose them as his opponents.

The Nine-Headed Blood River Demon Lord tried several times to find Lu Cheng and fight him, but his escape techniques were no match for Lu Cheng's three ninth-level escape techniques, and his pursuit was fruitless.

The massive trunk of the Mahayana Tree Demon before them, as large as a mountain, was covered with countless golden holes. The Bone-Eating Golden Locusts were multiplying wildly within its body, devouring the highly poisonous wood element, causing it immense pain and driving it into a complete berserk state.

Billions of highly poisonous vines, like the tentacles of a demon god, lashed at the void, and the poisonous mist transformed into a deep green domain, corroding all the primordial energy of heaven and earth, and gradually enveloping Lu City.

"Stubborn fool!" Daoist Lu Cheng's eyes were as cold as ice. He wore a Daoist robe and stood in the void, facing this highly poisonous domain that could kill an ordinary Mahayana cultivator, yet he neither dodged nor avoided it.

With a slight thought, the Blood River Banner hovering above his head fluttered, and a massive blood dragon suddenly emerged from the banner. It did not charge directly, but instead opened its enormous maw, which seemed capable of devouring everything, and inhaled sharply.

"call!"

Like a whale sucking in water, the spreading dark green poisonous domain was forcibly sucked up and devoured by the blood dragon.

Poisonous fog, venom, and even the highly poisonous vines whipped around by the tree demon were all swept up and worn away by the chaotic blood river vortex swirling in the blood dragon's mouth.

The Blood River is filthy and contains the power of countless poisons and filth. The tree demon's deadly poison has become nourishment for the Blood River Banner.

"Roar!" The Mahayana Tree Demon roared furiously. Its poisonous powers were suppressed, and its physical body was being corroded by the golden locusts. It sensed a fatal crisis. Therefore, the Mahayana Tree Demon desperately absorbed the magical power of its roots embedded in the Buddhist land's veins, causing violent fluctuations in an attempt to perish together with the tree. These tree demons possess strange supernatural powers; even if their physical bodies on the ground are destroyed, as long as their roots deep within the earth remain, they can escape and survive.

Whoever tries to take them down with them often perishes, but these tree spirits and demons do not die out completely, and are reborn after thousands of years.

"Hmph." Lu Chengxiu possessed the Fiery Eyes Golden Eyes divine ability, and had already judged his opponent's tactics and actions from the changes in the energy before him.

He activated the Five Elements Heavenly Escape Step, instantly closing in for a surprise attack.

Lu Cheng unleashed a punch, which, judging from the size difference between the two, was almost like an ant trying to shake a mountain. However, a slender yet intense magical power that seemed capable of piercing and tearing through everything shot out from Lu Cheng's fist.

There is no earth-shattering momentum, only a refined and sharp artistic conception that is so concise and sharp that it can break through anything.

This crimson rainbow ignored the powerful physical body and the chaotic天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) ignoring the tree demon's explosion, and directly created an enormous hole in the main trunk of the Mahayana Tree Demon.

puff!

It felt like a scalding hot needle piercing rotten wood.

The massive body of the Mahayana Tree Demon suddenly froze, its wildly flailing vines drooping helplessly. Its core, composed of ten-thousand-year-old poisonous wood, was completely pierced and shattered by the crimson rainbow containing intense destructive power and Lu Cheng's sword intent.

For many years, Lu Cheng has been using the Samadhi True Fire to refine his Dharma body and cultivate an indestructible body. His magic power also contains the power of the Samadhi True Fire, but it is not as pure and violent.

This Mahayana Tree Demon underestimated the physical strength of humans, focusing solely on close-range attacks, thus giving Lu Cheng the perfect opportunity to combine his power and kill him.

"If we continue to fight like this, we have a chance to win. Although there are many of these alien Mahayana cultivators, they cannot form a united force. As the rate of death and serious injury increases, they will eventually break down and suffer a crushing defeat."

Just as Lu Cheng was pondering this, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Instinctively, he looked up and saw that the sky had turned blood red at some point.

Ghostly cries echoed as countless blood-red, horned skeletal demons swirled and danced, surrounded by a myriad of multicolored lights that swarmed down like flies drawn to filth.

These skeletal demons and five-colored flowing light are none other than the heretics of the heavens!
The Heavenly Demons, also known as the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons, are the second most terrifying race in the Spirit Realm. They have no physical form, but are merely streams of evil thoughts and energy. When they encounter fire, they become fire demons; when they encounter water, they become water demons; when they encounter wind, they become wind demons. Their transformations are endless, and their numbers are infinite.

The mere fact that they gathered and came together attracted an endless stream of calamity energy!

In an instant, in the center of the Buddhist temple, the golden Buddha statue of the old monk Lianshan was covered with dense cracks like a spider web, its light almost gone, and it made a cracking sound as if it could not bear the weight.

Even more deadly is that on the pagoda itself behind him, a crack that was originally a tiny one has now spread from the base of the pagoda to its waist, resembling a ferocious black centipede.

Within the cracks, there was not Buddhist light, but rather an extremely terrifying and chaotic black aura of resentment and karmic obstacles emanating from it. This was the backlash of countless karmic forces that had been melted into the tower after losing the suppression of their faith and willpower.

Numerous Buddha-evil corpses crawled out of the crack, roaring as they pounced on all the monks within sight.

Furthermore, due to the law of cause and effect, the effectiveness of all Buddhist teachings against these evil spirits and demons was greatly reduced. Faced with this attack from both inside and outside, all the monks of Xiji Zen Buddhist Temple were almost unable to resist.

The second strongest clan in the Immortal Realm, the Heavenly Demons and Heretics, had only gathered together when they severed the last wisp of life force of the Western Great Zen Temple and the tenth-order Buddhist artifact.

The golden pagoda wailed, and the very foundation of the entire Western Buddhist Kingdom shook violently.

"Kill! That dilapidated tower is about to collapse, destroy its foundation first!" The Nine-Headed Blood River Demon Lord roared, having seen the key to the problem and wanting to seize the spoils.

"Protect the pagoda!" The old monk Lianshan's voice was filled with endless weariness and desolation. He tried to gather Buddhist power again, but the golden Buddha's body suddenly shook, and a section of its arm cracked and shattered, turning into specks of light and dust that dissipated.

At this moment, he was like a candle flickering in the wind, his oil exhausted and his life extinguished.

The two Vajra and Prajna Kings, already severely injured, tried their best to intercept, but the alien warriors outnumbered them. In their desperate struggle, several destructive demonic lights and demonic energies still slammed into the cracks in the tower.

Boom...

Like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting open, the already precarious pagoda could no longer withstand the combined forces from within and without. The pagoda trembled violently, and the massive crack suddenly burst open.

Accompanied by the piercing cries of countless wronged souls, seemingly from the deepest hell, a torrent of resentment and karmic retribution, thick enough to turn into viscous black liquid, surged forth from the breach like a burst dam.

Wherever it passed, the Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli collapsed at an accelerated rate, and the Buddha's light was polluted and swallowed up.

"It's over..."

This thought flashed through the minds of Lu Cheng, Wanmiao Ghost Mother, Qingyang, Wangchen, and others.

The golden Buddha, transformed from the old monk of Lianshan, finally lost its last glimmer of light.

He looked at the collapsing Buddhist kingdom, at his fellow human beings fighting bloody battles, at his disciples who were once again plunged into despair because their golden bodies of faith had dissipated... The last resentment, obsession, and compassion in his eyes eventually turned into a silent ashes and a resolute understanding of life and death!

"Amitabha..." A deep, seemingly exhausted Buddhist chant rang out, no longer grand, but clearly reaching the ears of every Mahayana practitioner present.

Immediately following, the last divine thought of the old monk Lianshan, carrying a resolute will, exploded in the Mahayana consciousness seas of Lu Cheng, Ming He, and the other humans:

"In the end, our calamity is inescapable, and our millennia-long schemes have come to nirvana... However, even Buddhas experience Nirvana and extinction. Fellow practitioners, please take care of yourselves. I will use my remaining body to burn away this demonic obstacle and open a path of survival for you. I only ask that you fellow practitioners, for the sake of this old monk, show some consideration for the disciples of Buddhism in the future. Take care of yourselves. Namo Amitabha!"

The words have not yet fallen.

The old monk of Lianshan's golden Buddha body, riddled with cracks and devoid of luster, suddenly collapsed inward. It was not a self-destruction, but rather all the remaining life essence, and even his last faint connection with the pagoda, transformed into a spark that ignited the flames of annihilation.

This spark, which embodied Lian Shan's lifelong cultivation, final will, and boundless compassionate vows, did not directly attack the enemy. Instead, it instantly plunged into the core of the Eight Heavenly Dragon Pagoda, into the enormous crack spewing forth black karmic energy.

"Buzz..."

The entire pagoda emitted the most terrifying and violent roar since its creation. It was not the sound of materials shattering, but rather the endless Buddhist energy, vast vows, and overwhelming resentment and karmic obstacles smelted within it. Under the ignition of the old monk Lianshan's flame of annihilation, it completely lost control and caused an unimaginable and terrifying explosion!
The golden pagoda soared into the sky, radiating boundless light!
"Not good! Retreat quickly, this old monk is going to blow us all up!" Whether they were human Mahayana cultivators or alien powerhouses, they all felt a tremor from the depths of their souls at this moment, and each used their escape techniques to flee into the distance with all their might.

However, the anticipated devastating impact did not immediately erupt.

The enormous, blindingly chaotic pagoda, after the annihilation fire of the mountains was poured into its core, was as if it were being gripped, twisted, and then violently pulled outward by an invisible giant hand!
"Snap! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

A deafening cracking sound, accompanied by billions of seven-colored rays of light piercing the sky, and amidst countless astonished gazes, the tenth-tier pseudo-Buddhist artifact, the Eight Heavenly Dragon Pagoda, which embodied the ten thousand years of effort of the Western Great Zen Temple and stirred up the winds and clouds of the spirit world, suddenly spread out in all directions.

However, it was not blown to dust. Instead, the monk Lianshan used his own annihilation as a catalyst, and with his last remaining control over the pagoda, he cleverly guided this destructive force to forcibly disintegrate and separate it into seven pieces.

Seven enormous golden fragments, varying in size and shape, shimmering with light and radiating entirely different hues, yet each containing unimaginable fragments of the primordial energy and laws of heaven and earth, shot through the void beyond the Western Buddhist Kingdom in seven distinct directions.

Its speed far exceeds that of ordinary Mahayana escape light.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant, but this silence lasted for less than a breath.

"Rob!!"

"That'smine!"

"Go away!"

Greed instantly consumed reason.

What besieging the human race, what destroying Buddhist kingdoms? The tenth-tier Buddhist treasure accumulated by the Western Great Zen Temple over tens of thousands of years is considered top-tier among tenth-tier immortal and Buddhist artifacts, and even its fragments are enough to drive any force crazy.

The Nine-Headed Blood River Demon Lord's blood-red eyes instantly turned crimson. Without giving any orders, he transformed into a raging river of blood, sweeping towards the largest and most radiant fragment within his sight.

A Mahayana cultivator from the Starbuck Tide Clan let out an excited, distorted shriek, his body transforming into a beam of spiritual light that tore through space as he chased after a fragment shimmering with the light of spatial laws at top speed.

Other Mahayana cultivators from clans such as the Ancient Forest of Ten Thousand Poisons and the Sky-Splitting Dragon Roc also abandoned their opponents, unleashing all their potential and rushing towards their chosen targets.

When it comes to fighting for interests, who would still fight to the death at this time?
Blood, demonic energy, monster power, poisonous mist... all intertwined and collided in an instant along the trajectory of the scattered fragments! Countless figures chased, collided, and fought fiercely in the air!

Screams, roars, and the clash of magical weapons echoed through the sky. The scene was chaotic and extremely bloody.

The demons and heretics in the sky did not actually descend, because among the seven rays of light, the brightest and most dazzling fragment flew into the sky, and the blood-red clouds that spread across the sky also quickly chased after it.

These seven Buddhist treasures represent the culmination of tens of thousands of years of painstaking efforts at Xiji Zen Temple. Any one of them is more valuable than everything else in the temple. If not now, when?

"The cultivators of the Taiqing Sect must immediately retreat and protect Elder Minghe. No matter what, the Xuan Yin Suo Ling Bao must be returned to the sect." After sending this divine thought, Lu Cheng moved instantly.

He didn't try to snatch the largest and most dazzling fragment of the Buddhist treasure, not to mention the Heavenly Demons and the Nine-Headed Blood River Demon Lord, doing so would inevitably make him a target of public criticism.

Lu Cheng's gaze locked onto the two fragments of Buddhist artifacts that were flying in similar directions: "If my escape speed is fast enough and my luck is good enough, perhaps I'll have a chance..."

Lu Cheng let out a low shout, and his entire being seemed to transform into a golden divine rainbow that was condensed to the extreme and pierced through the past and the future.

The speed of this divine rainbow far surpassed even the maximum speed of the Mahayana cultivators of the Dragon-Peng Clan. It was not spatial teleportation, but rather the ultimate expression of the two Great Dao principles of "speed" and "sharpness" that Lu Cheng could achieve at this moment.

Wherever it passed, time seemed to freeze for a moment, and space was silently sliced ​​open by an extremely thin golden line.

Golden-Winged Roc Escape Technique, Golden Rainbow Breaking Illusion Sword Art, Golden Rainbow Piercing the Sun Sword Style!
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he had traversed several worlds, because the speed of the sword light was so fast that Lu Cheng caught up with him and locked onto his target before any of his competitors.

A fragment of the tower, about ten feet in size, with an ancient shape and flowing with profound reincarnation light and heavy golden Buddha light, was instantly enveloped and suppressed by Lu Cheng with his sword intent. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he directly put it into the Nine Li Cauldron.

(End of this chapter)