Mushroom Man

Chapter 258 The Buddha Said Nine Swords, Three Thousand Divided Souls

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A captivating wind blew in all directions, darkening the sky and earth.

At this moment, in Zhuge Huowang's eyes, the sword monk was no different from a dead man.

The Soul-Stealing and Bone-Corroding Technique, developed based on the wonders of nature, is a deadly move that even a rudimentary practitioner cannot easily relinquish.

At least in Zhuge Huowang's hands, no enemy has been able to withstand the Soul-Stealing and Bone-Corroding Technique.

Seeing that the sword monk was about to die, Zhuge Huowang moved and prepared to seize the blessed land that would form after the monk's death.

But at this moment...

Zhuge Huowang had just taken a step when he heard a sigh, which sounded faintly.

"Alas, the deluded and superficial mind is full of clever ideas, which cannot lead to the attainment of perfect enlightenment."

"Illusion is ultimately just illusion; the true enlightenment of Buddha is hard to attain."

"I am very grateful for your guidance, which has enabled me to understand myself and realize that I still have many desires that have not been purified."

The sword monk's eyes regained their liveliness, as if his consciousness had broken free from that extreme temptation.

Perhaps it was Zhuge Huowang's move that earned the sword monk's approval.

This time, he stopped calling him a demon and instead addressed him as a benefactor.

Upon seeing this, Zhuge Huowang immediately sensed something was wrong and stopped in his tracks.

next moment……

It is unknown what kind of fungus the sword monk activated.

But time seemed to be flowing by, as if time had reversed.

In no time at all, the sword monk, whose body had decayed and whose soul had been shattered, was restored to his original state, just as he had been at the beginning.

"The methods of the universe?"

Upon seeing this, Zhuge Huowang instantly understood the method used by the sword monk, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

He truly hadn't expected that the Sword Monk, a mushroom immortal who cultivated the Way of the Sword and the Way of Light, would actually possess a hidden skill in the Way of the Universe.

What is the cosmic orbit?

Space is called Yu, and time is called Zhou.

The Way of Time is a school of thought that utilizes time.

The sword monk's act of reversing time, returning himself to the very beginning of everything, clearly falls within the realm of the universe.

"It's rude to come and not reciprocate."

"I have already experienced your soul-stirring and bone-corroding technique."

"Next, please have a look at my humble monk's... Nine Swords of Buddha."

The sword monk rose up on a beam of light and casually slashed at Zhuge Huowang with his sword.

The Buddha said: A single sword can cleave through the dust and illuminate the bright sunshine.

In an instant, a flash of sword light cleaved through the clouds, tearing apart the sky to reveal the bright sunshine.

The clouds were cut into a narrow strip of sky.

Sunlight streamed down through the narrow sliver of sky.

In this scene, the sunlight seemed like a sword beam slashed by heaven and earth, falling on Zhuge Huowang.

Zhuge Huowang was surrounded by a dark, ghostly mist.

However, under the sunlight that fell from the sky, it melted away as quickly as spring snow.

In less than a breath, Zhuge Huowang lost a large number of soul dao traces.

Zhuge Huowang wanted to dodge, but there was no sunlight in the area, so there was nowhere to hide.

In this situation, he had no choice but to withstand the sword strike, summoning gusts of eerie wind despite the sunlight.

A cold wind swept across the dark clouds on the horizon, once again obscuring the sliver of sky.

Only then did the sword light formed from the sunlight vanish into nothingness.

However, before Zhuge Huowang could catch his breath, the sword monk's second sword strike followed immediately.

"The Buddha said: Two swords, life and death, on a moonlit night."

As the sword monk's voice fell, the surroundings instantly went dark.

black!
It was pitch black!

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhuge Huowang felt a sudden alarm bell ring in his mind.

Suddenly, his right eye started twitching violently, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

As the saying goes, a twitching left eye means good fortune, while a twitching right eye means bad luck.

At this moment, it is clear that he is in grave danger and may face bloodshed.

as predicted……

But then, from the deep darkness, a bright moon suddenly rose, piercing through the surrounding darkness.

Zhuge Huowang glanced over instinctively, and upon closer inspection, his pupils constricted slightly.

It turned out that what he saw was not the 'bright moon' at all, but rather two sword lights that were meant to take his life and sever his life.

The two sword lights, one black and one white, swirled around each other, forming the 'bright moon'.

"Shh!"

Zhuge Huowang had nowhere to hide and was instantly split in two by the 'Bright Moon'.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be dead and gone by now.

However, Zhuge Huowang was no pushover either.

He may not be good at anything else, but when it comes to the ability to survive, there are really few people who can match him.

"Scatter—"

Zhuge Huowang left a final sentence.

In an instant, his body suddenly disintegrated, turning into ghostly mist that spread outwards.

The ghostly mist boiled and surged like boiling water, from which emerged one 'person' after another.

Without exception, all of these 'people' looked exactly like Zhuge Huowang.

Of course, to some extent, these 'people' are Zhuge Huowang.

Zhuge Huowang was particularly skilled in the techniques of splitting and devouring souls.

He once hardened his heart and divided his soul into three thousand parts.

Each of the three thousand divided souls possessed its own independent thoughts, and they were all former enemies of Zhuge Huowang. However, after being consumed by Zhuge Huowang, they were separated through the Soul-Splitting Ridge and the method of dividing souls.

Normally, these three thousand fragments of the soul are pieced together and sewn together to form the name of Mr. Zhuge.

However, if they are separated, each of the divided souls contains a part of Zhuge Huowang's soul, thus each person is equivalent to a mini-Zhuge.

As long as the three thousand fragments of his soul remain, Zhuge Huowang will not perish.

However, such an extreme act of splitting the soul obviously has huge flaws.

After all, his soul had been cut into minced meat, so whether he was still the same Zhuge Huowang, or even whether he was still alive, was unknown.

Perhaps that Zhuge Huowang from back then is already dead.

The Zhuge Huowang of today is nothing more than a jumble of miscellaneous souls pieced together.

"The Holy Cult's demon lord truly lives up to his reputation."

Upon seeing this, the sword monk shook his head, his expression gradually becoming serious.

If such a great demon is not killed here, it may cause great trouble in the future.

It seems I have no choice but to risk my lifespan and unleash that third sword strike.

Thinking of this, the sword monk took a deep breath and slashed with his sword again!
"The Buddha said: Three swords disrupted the ancient times and the Buddha of three lifetimes."

This sword strike, seemingly ordinary, actually contains a profound mystery.

The sound of rushing water suddenly filled the air.

And this rushing sound comes from the omnipresent river of time in the world.

A branch of the long river of time, seemingly both real and unreal, appears and disappears.

At that very moment, two sword energies suddenly shot out from a branch of the River of Time.

These two sword energies, originating from upstream and downstream respectively, symbolize the past and the future.

These two faintly visible sword energies, along with the sword monk's original sword energy, slashed towards the three thousand divided souls.

"Bald monk..."

"You can't kill me..."

The three thousand souls floated and sank, speaking in unison, their eyes gleaming with a ghostly light, their voices ethereal and vast.

The Soul-Binding Killer Move – Bewitched by Ghosts.

The sword monk's head spun, and doubts arose in his mind. As if he were an old senile man, he deliberately deviated from the sword energy.

The sword energy, originally intended to strike the three thousand divided souls, was interfered with by the sword monk and failed to cover all the divided souls.

The sword energy from the past severed three hundred parts of his soul, severing his connection with Zhuge Huowang.

The sword energy from the present also severed three hundred parts of his soul, causing him to be instantly annihilated.

The sword energy from the future, due to interference from the sword monk, failed to find Zhuge Huowang's future and achieved nothing.

"puff!"

As the three swords were unleashed, the sword monk spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wrinkles appeared on his face, making him look as if he had aged forty or fifty years in an instant.

The sword monk, who originally appeared as a young man, had now transformed into a frail old man.

As a result, his lifespan was shortened by a full hundred years!

If the sword monk hadn't taken a hundred-year longevity mushroom from the Buddhist sect beforehand for this killing move, he probably would have died on the spot because he couldn't afford to spend enough lifespan.

In other words, the sword monk's current aged appearance is what he originally looked like before he consumed the longevity mushroom.

The Three Swords Chaos the Three Buddhas of the Ancient Times; each strike costs a hundred years of lifespan, a price that cannot be underestimated.

The sword monk's attack was undoubtedly aimed at taking Zhuge Huowang's life.

In some ways, this move is no less intense than the most intoxicating and soul-stirring techniques.

pity……

The sword monk could withstand the soul-stirring and bone-corroding attacks, and Zhuge Huowang, as a renowned prodigy of Hun Tian, ​​naturally had the means to deal with these three swords from the past, present, and future.

"Your skills are truly remarkable."

"It seems that this humble monk has been overconfident and underestimated you, benefactor."

"Very well, then please, benefactor, experience this monk's fourth sword strike..."

The swordsman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression unchanged.

In an instant, an invisible killing intent enveloped Zhuge Huowang.

At this time, Zhuge Huowang was also in poor condition.

Each fragment of the soul is equivalent to a part of him.

He lost a full six hundred points of his soul!
It should be noted that these fragmented souls still bear traces of his soul path and some of his memories.

Now that they have all been killed by the sword monk, Zhuge Huowang has suffered considerable injuries.

Losing memories is not so bad, since the person is safe and there are always ways to get them back.

But those traces of the divided souls are his foundation.

The reason why Mushroom Immortal is so powerful, capable of destroying the world and moving mountains and seas, is precisely because of those Dao traces.

The more Dao marks there are, the more powerful the effect of stimulating the mushrooms will be.

And with so many soul Dao traces missing all at once, how many souls would he have to devour and how many calamities would he have to overcome to make up for it...

In an instant, all 2,400 remaining souls in the ghostly mist had grim expressions and their hearts were bleeding.

Hearing that the sword monk could actually unleash a fourth sword strike made them question their very existence.

No way……

How did such a monster emerge from Buddhism?

How could this sword monk, who is only at the seventh level of cultivation, continuously unleash so many terrifying killing moves?
Could this be the Sword Immortal, hailed as the most skilled swordsman in the world, second only to the Way of Slaughter?
Even so, shouldn't it be this perverted?

The group of Zhuge Huowangs looked at each other, feeling as if the ominous star above their heads was shining brightly.

Just when they were completely baffled...

The sword monk walked slowly, each step creating a lotus flower, his aura rising steadily, his sharpness soaring into the sky.

The next moment, he made his move.

He raised his sword high, pointing it towards the heavens, and spoke slowly.

"The Buddha said: The four swordsmen worship the Human Emperor."

(End of this chapter)