Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1626: Invasion of the Blood Pond Hell

The sea of ​​blood is boundless, and the Asura clan cannot set foot in the wild world. They can only reproduce inside the sea of ​​blood. There is no etiquette, no relatively comprehensive social structure, and due to the attacks and killings among each other, even the Asura king like Mara does not know the specific number of his own clan.

When asked, he would say that there were "hundreds of millions" of Asuras in the Blood Sea. But how many exactly? He didn't know!

The prehistoric world is countless times larger than the sea of ​​blood. The Master Tongtian teaches everyone, but when the number of disciples of the Jiejiao reaches a maximum, there are only about ten thousand immortals.

Without enough opportunities, it is very difficult to become an immortal. The human race was molded in the image of Nuwa herself, and they are born with Taoist bodies. Even so, it is extremely difficult. It is difficult for one out of a million people to become an immortal. There are various reasons such as lack of opportunities and qualifications. It is a hundred times more difficult for the Asura clan to become an immortal than for the human race.

When Xu Xian, Bai She and other Buddhist disciples rushed into the Blood Pool Hell, they encountered a large number of Asuras who mainly transported qi and blood and looked very much like human warriors and generals.

"Amitabha!" Xu Xian shouted the Buddha's name, and the deep red chains of the Buddha of Diligence were activated. More than ten Asuras were tied up by the chains in an instant.

Moonlight can say that demons are not living creatures and have no sense of pain, so they can be killed or chopped at will without breaking the precept of not killing.

The Asura clan cannot be dealt with. These are real living beings. Killing one of them is a violation of the precept against killing.

The first commandment of Buddhism is the precept of not killing, which must never be violated.

Moonlight cannot always use its prestige to modify Buddhist precepts, otherwise it will lose its sacredness.

You can't kill, but you can learn from Batman and beat the opponent until he breaks bones and tendons, and then save him after he is seriously injured.

The White Snake was not as dependent on the "Buddha Net" as Xu Xian. She was a little afraid of things she didn't understand, and most of the time she still used her own magic. She shouted softly, and two white silks flew out from her sleeves, tying up the four Asuras one by one.

"Xiaoqing, I'll leave these to you."

She and Xu Xian handed the captives over to the Green Snake.

This was the agreement made by the three people before the station. Green Snake's understanding of Buddhism is too poor and he must practice more.

The green snake had a bitter face, sat down cross-legged, and chanted scriptures for salvation.

A quarter of an hour later, an Asura warrior with a vicious face converted to Buddhism. He threw away the long sword in his hand, picked up the Zen stick beside him, joined the Buddhist army, and went to deal with his fellow tribesmen from a quarter of an hour ago.

Green Snake's own devotion to Buddhism wasn't strong, but fortunately, in her eyes, the Asuras' willpower was average. Reciting the sutras repeatedly, coupled with the blessings of Amitabha Buddha, she converted eleven of the sixteen Asuras after half an hour. The remaining five would be sent to the rear. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had spent so many years in hell, converting countless Asuras, and his disciples there were more professional.
The three people including Xu Xian were just a microcosm of the battlefield. The most eye-catching Buddhist general at this time was Wei Hu, a former disciple of the Chan Sect.

Neither the Buddha nor the demon in the Golden Immortal Realm took action, so Wei Hu, the Dharma protector who had entered the Taoist sect from martial arts and then Buddhism, performed extremely well.

Daoxing Tianzun's experience of being possessed by the devil brought him great humiliation. Fortunately, he was taken in by Guanyin Bodhisattva and had another chance. He cherishes everything he has now very much.

He wore a golden helmet and armor, and held a seven-foot-long pestle, looking majestic and powerful, acting as the spearhead of the army. He pushed his six-foot-tall golden body to its limit, and when he swung the pestle, no one could match him. His pestle was also wrapped with the demon-subduing scriptures written by Guanyin Bodhisattva himself. Every time he defeated an enemy, there was a high chance that he would be converted on the spot, saving him the trouble of chanting scriptures.
Wei Hu was like a warrior in an empty space. He controlled his strength just right and killed his way through. The enemies left on the battlefield were either missing an arm or a leg, or were paralyzed on one side of their body.

The Buddhist disciples fought their way to the core area of ​​the blood pool hell. The blood here comes from the resentment of all living beings. Mara built his own palace in the center of the blood pool. From a distance, the black city that is hundreds of feet high looks like an ancient giant beast with its mouth wide open, waiting for its prey to come to it.

"Playing tricks!" Wei Hu was quite disdainful. He raised the demon-subduing pestle and prepared to kill the Asura army in front of the palace.

A ghostly figure suddenly appeared beside him, with a fragrant breeze and slender fingers gently stroking his heart mirror. Wei Hu looked down and saw a charming woman with a graceful figure. She was barefoot, with her head slightly tilted up, and a pair of eyes filled with a spring-like feeling of wanting to refuse but also wanting to welcome.

"General." The woman said softly, her fingers moved away from the heart guard and moved upwards, as if to touch Wei Hu's cheek.

"Witch!" Wei Hu was strong-minded and didn't care about women at all. In the surprised look of the charming woman, he punched the woman in the face, then swung the demon-subduing pestle and hit the woman's slender waist that could be held in one hand.

The charming woman spurted blood profusely. Wei Hu hit her chest and back twice with the pestle, and then broke one of her legs. The charming woman fell unwillingly in a pool of blood.

Seeing that the demon-subduing scripture had no effect on salvation, Wei Hu immediately waved to the deputy general beside him.

"General, what is this?" asked the deputy general.

Wei Hu, who was well-informed, said, "She is most likely the daughter of Mara. Take her to the rear."

"Understood!" The deputy general was overjoyed and immediately took people to take the seriously injured Ashura Princess to the rear. Ordinary disciples would not be able to do it. To face the Ashura Princess, professionals must be used.

An hour later, with the help of three direct disciples of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the Ashura Princess, who was at the peak of the True Immortal realm, successfully converted to Buddhism.

In order to undermine the enemy's morale, Ksitigarbha's disciples also used three drops of nectar bestowed by Guanyin Bodhisattva to heal Princess Ashura's injuries.

Princess Ashura, who returned to the battlefield, no longer had her previous coquettish look. With a pious look on her face and two thin swords in her hands, she followed Wei Hu into the palace of Mara.

Although the Asuras had a large number of people and strong forces, the Buddhist disciples sent to the Blood Pool Hell were all elite, and with their powerful ability to convert people, the Buddhist side lost more and more people. In the end, the Buddhist disciples had retreated to the second line, and the battlefield had completely turned into a civil war between Asuras.

The Asuras on the Buddhist side were bound by the prohibition of killing, and could only exert 70% of their full strength. Injury or even death was inevitable. However, with the blessing of salvation, for every Asura killed in battle, the Buddhist side would save two captured Asuras. It did not require much tactical vision to see that Buddhism had a sure victory.

"How ridiculous!" Mara was so angry that he cursed loudly, "It's a pity that you Buddhists still say that Rāhu is an evil demon. What you are doing is no more than Rāhu!"

In less than a day, he lost two daughters. Even if he had seventy-two daughters, they could not withstand such torture. Seeing his daughters shouting for surrender in the opposite camp, he felt disgusted to the extreme.

As a Daluo Jinxian, if he personally took part in the battle, it would definitely destroy the tacit understanding between the two sides on the battlefield, but he couldn't swallow this.

(End of this chapter)