He became the True Lord of Ten Thousand Laws starting from Liaozhai.

The ring made of talisman paper did not hold for long and soon turned into ashes.

However, Xu Yi had plenty of these talismans. In fact, he could manifest runes without relying on talismans. He had just made an example for Pudu to confuse him.

Xu Yi planned to use Tongyou to launch a surprise attack in his next offensive.

Pudu felt a little pleased to see that all the talismans had withered and disappeared, but he remained vigilant. In his opinion, a cultivator with supernatural powers should not have such weak spells.

Is this magic? Or supernatural power? Pudu couldn't tell. This spell did resist his life-threatening chants for a long time, but that was all it could do. The two were definitely not on the same level.

It seems to be just a spell, Pudu thought to himself. Spells are easy to deal with; they are not worth mentioning at all. Even the most powerful spell is not as good as a single supernatural power.

The gods and Buddhas in the sky increased the output of their chanting once again, but this time all the chanting was directed at Xu Yi.

Pudu had already used all his strength to unleash this divine power. If this attack had landed on Liang Jing or the people of Fangyuan City, it would have been over in no time.

Even Liang Jing's condensed incense-infused true form would be shattered, not to mention the common people; the area within a hundred miles would likely be turned into a wasteland by the sonic waves.

This is extremely terrifying, but for Xu Yi, these attacks were merely a minor setback, causing him some dizziness.

Xu Yi looked up and gazed at the largest Buddha statue, which was the embodiment of Pudu. Among all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, his identity was that of the Buddha at the very center.

Zhang Zhengyi once told him about this supernatural power. He said that as long as this Dharma form was released, the demon monk's magical power and durability would be greatly increased.

The strength of the physical body and the degree of harmony between the body and the soul will be greatly increased; this is the physical manifestation of the salvation.

It means that one's own being is integrated with the Dharma form, which requires a very high level of attainment to achieve such a accomplishment and to possess such innate supernatural powers.

Unlike Pudu, Xu Yi seems to focus more on the strength of the Dharma Form itself, the compatibility between the Dharma Form and the divine soul, and does not transform himself into a Dharma Form, but rather the Dharma Form becomes an independent existence.

In this way, even if Xu Yi is not by the side of the Dharma Image, the Dharma Image will still act according to Xu Yi's orders.

If Xu Yi were to die, then this Dharma Image would also perish. It could be said that the Dharma Image and Xu Yi were now one, inseparable from each other.

However, Xu Yi can be away from the Dharma Image for a long time, but the Dharma Image cannot. If the distance between the Dharma Image and Xu Yi is too far, there is a risk of losing control.

A blood-red Dharma image rose from behind Xu Yi, gradually changing from a bent-over posture to a standing posture.

The Dharma image was so vast that it reached the clouds, confronting all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, while Xu Yi didn't even raise his eyebrows.

The blood-red Dharma image stared intently at the Buddha who had been transformed into Pudu, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Xu Yi drew his immortal sword from behind him, and the Dharma Image also made a similar gesture of drawing a sword from behind.

At the same time, a blood-red longsword instantly materialized.

The sword radiated a sharp, piercing light, as if it were about to devour a person.

Pudu also looked at the sword, feeling a chill run down his spine. This sword had the feel of a celestial sword. What kind of person could possess such exquisite supernatural powers?

As soon as this Dharma form appeared, Pudu had a feeling that the power this Dharma form could unleash was definitely greater than the sum of its parts.

Pudu quickly stopped chanting the death-reaping mantra; attacking again at this point was definitely not a good choice.

Xu Yi activated his Dharma Form, which allowed him to withstand Xu Yi's supernatural powers and counterattack. His soul attacks were basically ineffective against him.

Soon, all the gods and Buddhas disappeared. Pudu put his hands together and chanted Buddhist mantras. Instantly, a burst of brilliant light erupted from behind the Buddha's image.

Even Zhang Zhengyi, who was dozens of miles away, saw the dazzling Buddha light.

Although Zhang Zhengyi was deep in the mountains, the Buddha's light had already pierced through the clouds, which was truly astonishing.

He looked up at the sky and saw that the white clouds were illuminated and transformed into auspicious seven-colored clouds. Moreover, Zhang Zhengyi appeared at the highest point of Xiaochong Mountain and looked towards the source of the Buddha's light from the highest peak.

It was in the direction of Fangyuan City. He had doubts in his heart. This should not be Mr. Xu's supernatural power. Such Buddha light shone on the sky. This was clearly an enlightened monk.

Why would someone be so cruel? Why would this wicked monk do such a thing, and how could he receive the Buddha's protection? Could it be that the Buddha and all that are just empty rumors?

If there are offerings, then this Buddha must exist. He has lived for so long and must know some secrets. If the City God can achieve even greater things by accepting offerings, then how much more so can figures like the Buddha from even more ancient times?

The Buddha statues in the Great Zhou Dynasty were basically carved in the shape of the Buddha. Therefore, the Buddha could definitely receive the power of vows, and this power of vows would come from all directions of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

This was definitely the work of a great cultivator; it was a grand scheme devised by a great cultivator. Zhang Zhengyi suddenly realized that ever since he advanced to the level of divine power, he seemed to have unintentionally learned some secrets.

It seemed as if the wind between heaven and earth was whispering in his ear, and each time it happened when he was contemplating the universe, these secrets were spoken as if someone was talking to him, and they were simply revealed.

In Zhang Zhengyi's view, this was a sign from heaven and earth, a sign of impending doom, which was why they came to tell him that the human world still needed people like him.

That golden light was definitely the demonic monk's; although it was far away, Zhang Zhengyi still sensed it.

"Interesting, very interesting. Could this wicked monk truly be possessed by evil spirits?"

Zhang Zhengyi even began to doubt what kind of person this wicked monk was, as he often did things that were hard to understand.

He didn't understand how Xu Yi controlled the city's people, nor did he understand how Xu Yi's apprentice was taken away.

So much so that he, bearing the title of a demonic monk, actually conjured up these myriad Buddha lights, which made him even more confused.

At this point, we returned to the outskirts of Fangyuan City.

Xu Yi was so blinded by the immense Buddhist light that he couldn't open his eyes. Since he couldn't block it, he decided not to.

He was fearless, raised his head, and looked in the direction of Pudu, though he could not see it clearly.

In just a few breaths, Xu Yi closed his eyes again, and then opened them again. His eyes burst forth with an even more dazzling light, forcefully opening a small channel in the Buddha's light.

Xu Yi saw Pudu reciting scriptures through this passage.

He grinned, his immortal sword flashing in his hand, seemingly crackling with lightning and fire, bursting with azure light, and a streak of green light flashing by.

Xu Yi swung his sword, and a burst of azure light exploded. Pudu, who had transformed into Buddha, suddenly narrowed his eyes. He was completely shocked. He was actually reciting the scriptures he had just read backwards?!

Soon, the golden light emanating from the Buddha's image began to slowly diminish...