A master of comedy!

The mountains shook and the earth trembled, dust and dirt flew everywhere.

When everyone held their breath and saw the figure crashing to the ground, they couldn't help but show a look of shock.

Some people even suffered mental breakdowns, as if some kind of faith had been shattered.

The reason was simply because that disheveled figure lying on the ground, covered in blood and gore, and riddled with sword marks, was the once invincible and unbeatable leader in their hearts.

In the Battle of Luoyang, Ying Fantian was like a soaring dragon, roaring across the land and shocking the world.

With his own strength, he killed four great monks and two Xuanqiong Division monks who were undergoing tribulation, creating the myth of slaughtering six immortals in one day, and enjoying boundless glory.

But now, he lay on the ground like a dead dog, his chest caved in, his long hair stained with blood, and his iron palms, which had once killed immortals, had been severed cleanly by the sword.

"Master!"

Many people wanted to help, but a figure gracefully landed, causing them to stop in their tracks.

Zhou Sheng was still wearing that thin blue robe, standing with his hands behind his back, his black hair and jade crown making him look like a tourist enjoying the spring scenery of Lao Jun Mountain, yet he was completely unharmed.

Ying Fantian tried to sit up, but one of his feet stepped on his head, forcibly pushing him back into the ground.

"This battle was exhilarating. Since that's the case, I'll give you a quick death in return."

Golden light emanated from Zhou Sheng's feet, preparing to ensure that the leader of the Longhua Cult and his son would suffer the same fate.

Unexpectedly, Ying Fantian, with his fierce temperament, gritted his teeth and shattered his golden core, choosing to self-destruct.

If the self-destruction of a terrestrial immortal were allowed to continue, the entire Lao Jun Mountain would likely cease to exist, and apart from Zhou Sheng and Jin Se, no one else would survive.

Zhou Sheng snorted coldly, and the power of time surged forth, directly freezing the golden core that was about to explode. Then he stomped on Ying Fantian's head and crushed it.

A once-powerful tyrant, his brains spilling everywhere.

After his death, the golden core that was about to explode quieted down. Then, Zhou Sheng used his supernatural powers to pull it away with a flick of his sleeve, causing it to explode into a bloody flower at Ying Fantian's dantian. Finally, it flew into Zhou Sheng's sleeve and disappeared.

Back then, King Yama forcibly took away Yu Zhensheng's golden core in the same way. Unexpectedly, Zhou Sheng would do the same to another person.

However, he felt no remorse. As the saying goes, those who harm others will always be harmed in return.

Since you've decided to take action, you must be prepared to be killed in return.

If any of Ying Fantian's disciples or descendants appear in the world after his death, and are exceptionally talented, and seek revenge against him, Zhou Sheng will accept them all.

"Master!!"

Some people looked sorrowful, but when they looked at Zhou Sheng, they dared not harbor a trace of hatred.

He first killed the three Dharma Kings, and then successively trampled the young master and the sect leader to death. It is no exaggeration to say that if Zhou Sheng wanted to, he could wipe out the entire Longhua Sect single-handedly.

At that moment, the figure in green robes who trampled and killed the sect leader became a nightmare for countless members of the Longhua Sect. No matter how many years have passed, the mere thought of that scene still sends chills down their spines.

"Unfortunately, it still wasn't enough..."

Looking at the corpse of this powerful figure, Zhou Sheng suddenly felt a little disheartened and shook his head with a soft sigh.

Without a doubt, Ying Fantian is a formidable opponent. He has already reached the peak of the fifth tribulation and is only one step away from transcending the sixth tribulation.

The true form of that demonic Buddha was indeed extremely domineering and powerful, enough to rival his indestructible body. When it unleashed its full power, it already possessed the strength of an ordinary sixth-level tribulation cultivator.

Unfortunately, Zhou Sheng was not an ordinary sixth-tribulation realm cultivator. He was a sixth-tribulation earth immortal who had comprehended the Great Dao of Time, wielded a portion of the Thunder Dao Heavenly Venerable's authority, and possessed the inheritance of the Sword Immortal Lu Zu.

Moreover, he had just broken through the millennium barrier in his cultivation and comprehended the profound Daoist realm.

Therefore, in that previous battle, although it looked intense, Zhou Sheng had actually held back some of his strength; otherwise, Ying Fantian wouldn't have been able to last so long. He was eager to see the mysteries of the Demon Buddha's path, and many times, even when he had the upper hand, he deliberately didn't press his advantage, instead giving his opponent a chance to catch his breath.

Only when he was completely satisfied did he defeat it.

"What a demonic path! It's not about fusion, but about feeding on the power of all Buddhas in the world to nurture an astonishing and supreme demon. It's a pity that this method seems to be incomplete, otherwise its combat power would be even stronger. Perhaps there's a problem with the inheritance?"

As a grandmaster of the Earthly Immortal Realm in this era, and possessing a pair of penetrating golden eyes, he had already fully grasped the mysteries of the Demon Buddha Path through their previous encounters, and even discovered its loopholes.

At the same time, this technique also has an indescribable twist and strangeness, as if... it has been forcibly altered, and its basic parts faintly have the aura of the orthodox Buddhist sect.

Other earth immortals might not have noticed, but Zhou Sheng had a deep connection with Buddhism and cultivated the Medicine Buddha's Lapis Lazuli Golden Body and the Ksitigarbha Golden Mountain, which is why he discovered these flaws.

Alteration...reversal...distortion...extreme...

After the battle, Zhou Sheng fell into deep thought, his brows furrowed. His intuition told him that he had discovered a secret and was just one step away from the final breakthrough.

Just then, the gentle sound of a piano melody arrived.

Although they hadn't seen each other for twenty years, Jinse, as Zhou Sheng's former magic weapon, still shared an unspoken understanding with him. She immediately played "The Song of Purifying the Mind and Promoting Benevolence" to help him clear his mind and find enlightenment.

And it was at the very moment the music began that Zhou Sheng had a flash of inspiration, finally tearing through the last fog and seeing the greatest secret hidden in this technique.

This so-called Demon Buddha Path is not flawed in its lineage, but rather is itself a flawed practice!

This method was not originally like this. Instead, someone practiced it in reverse, turning it from a righteous and virtuous Buddhist practice into a demonic art!

Therefore, it is not that the inheritance is flawed, but rather that the inherent deficiencies are caused by the reversed practice of the technique.

Having figured out the key to this matter, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but feel very curious. He ignored the Longhua Sect members and instead used his fingers to calculate, trying to reverse the demonic power again and deduce its original version.

Sparks of inspiration kept flashing, and Zhou Sheng's eyes shone with wisdom as he actually managed to reverse the demonic technique bit by bit.

The magical power operated automatically, causing his entire body to radiate a vast Buddhist light.

Behind it, a colossal Buddhist image materializes, with six arms, a body like black iron, a height of about sixteen feet, and three wide-open eyes.

Each of its six arms is wielded with a weapon; the upper two hands hold a vajra knife, the middle two hands hold a trident, and the lower hands form the mudra of subduing demons, with golden wrathful flames bursting from between its fingers, and the image of Vairocana Buddha faintly appearing in the center of the flames.

Although it looks very majestic and terrifying, it is not a demonic appearance, but a wrathful appearance like a Dharma protector king.

A vast Buddhist intent, treading on karmic fire, sweeping away heavenly demons, and breaking through the long, nameless night, soared straight into the sky.

Mahakala Devours the Magic Form!
A realization dawned on Zhou Sheng: this was not a demonic art, but a supreme protective technique from the Tantric tradition.

Mahakala is the wrathful manifestation of Vairocana Buddha. He devours all demons in the world to forge his sixteen-foot-tall golden body. Legend has it that he is the nemesis of all demons, feeding on them, and is extremely powerful and fierce.

However, someone tampered with it, completely reversing this profound skill, thus creating the true form of the demonic Buddha who feeds on Buddha.

Now, Zhou Sheng has rectified the situation and finally brought this mysterious skill, which had been lost for a thousand years, back to the light of day.

But at that moment, Zhou Sheng stopped his deduction of the cultivation technique and let out a soft exclamation.

"There's actually another expert?"

Just as the Mahakala King's Dharma form appeared, a very subtle energy flashed through the deep mountains and dense forests not far away.

If he hadn't revealed a flaw, Zhou Sheng wouldn't have even noticed.

...(End of this chapter)