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Chapter 594 - 326 Buddhism

Chapter 594: 326 Buddhism

"An eye for an eye!"

"He who creates suffering shall eventually embrace it."

Xuanjian stood tall, a blood hole also present in his chest.

But his expression was serene, as if finding joy in his suffering and almost as if savoring the pain.

"An ascetic monk indeed!"

The Black Wing Venerable was rendered speechless.

The Endless Sea of Suffering Dharma Form, bizarre to the extreme, returned the favor using the aggressor’s own methods.

Any injury inflicted on Xuanjian would be experienced by the attacker in equal measure.

Thus, the only way to win against the Endless Sea of Suffering Dharma Form was quite clear, a contest of who had thicker blood.

It’s a race to see whose health bar hits zero first!

Whoever has thicker blood will have the last laugh.

With formidable enemies surrounding him, the Black Wing Venerable naturally didn’t dare to engage in a life-or-death struggle with Xuanjian.

Fortunately!

The Shadow Sect Hierarch also made a break for it, unleashing his fierce power.

"Shadow Ravens!"

The shadows on the ground twisted and deformed, suddenly transforming into thousands of black ravens that fluttered chaotically.

There were too many ravens, swimming through the air like fish through water, dazzling to observe.

Seeing this, Xuanjian took the initiative and struck out with his palm!

"Endless Sea of Suffering, I shall see you on your way!"

Slap~

His palm directly hit dozens of ravens.

The tremendous hand power smashed the ravens into silhouettes, unstoppable as they smeared toward the Shadow Sect Hierarch.

Spurt~

The Shadow Sect Hierarch disintegrated on the spot, turning into a cloud of black mist, dissipating with the palm wind.

Xuanxin was taken aback and said, "They’ve escaped."

The Shadow Sect Hierarch, Black Wing Venerable, and others scattered in panic, showing no interest in battle, and fled as fast as possible.

They had escaped, but the Yin Divine Demon Cultivators among them were not as highly cultivated and failed to get away.

One by one, they became dispensable pawns, caught in complete bewilderment.

"Life and death are predestined, please follow me to Hell for a visit!"

Xuanxing stepped forward, transforming into the Eternal Damnation Dharma Form, shaking his tin staff, raising his treasure bead high, and covering everything in Buddha Light.

The group of Yin Gods, struck by the light, instantly lost control of their forms, and were forcefully dragged towards it.

The brilliant light from the treasure bead was dazzling, like the entrance to Netherworld, leading straight to the Netherworld, intent on pulling all the Yin Gods into the Abyss Hell.

"Run!"

The swarm of Yin Gods struggled crazily, using all their abilities to desperately seek survival.

"Hmph, your sins are heavy; please descend to Hell to repent."

Xuanming and two others boldly made their move.

The Angry Eye Vajra swung his Vajra Pestle, dealing critical hits to each little darling.

The Immovable Ming King blocked the escape route, advocating for the Endless Sea of Suffering to turn back the lost.

With the four guardian monks joining forces, their overwhelming strength rolled up everything like a whirlwind, mercilessly slaughtering the Yin Divine Demon Cultivators without leaving a single one.

Less than three hours later, the battle entered its anticlimactic end.

And Fang Zhixing was not idle either, intercepting one of the strong ones.

It was the Precepts Blade Arhat.

Of course, with Fang Zhixing’s strength, he could intercept whoever he chose.

The reason for choosing the Precepts Blade Arhat was naturally to leave a good impression on Xuanming and the others.

After all, Xuanming had been eyeing the Precepts Blade Arhat from the start.

"You’re courting death!"

The Precepts Blade Arhat was in a foul mood; he really didn’t want to fight with Fang Zhixing.

But no matter how many times he tried to escape, Fang Zhixing effortlessly blocked him.

Just like a cat playing with a mouse!

"Burst Skill: Precepts Blade Burial!"

The Precepts Blade Arhat’s body suddenly inflated, his muscles swelled dramatically, turning into a muscular monster with well-developed limbs.

Wielding a blood-red precepts blade!

He stomped his foot furiously!

The ground cracked open!

Two iron chains burst out of the soil and flew toward Fang Zhixing with incredible speed, one wrapping around each side.

The iron chains bound Fang Zhixing’s body.

Overjoyed, the Precepts Blade Arhat immediately swung the blood-red blade, slicing towards Fang Zhixing’s neck.

Fang Zhixing didn’t flinch, glancing behind the Precepts Blade Arhat.

The Precepts Blade Arhat suddenly sensed something and his face changed dramatically, turning his head at that instant.

A massive golden fist came crashing down!

Boom!

The Precepts Blade Arhat’s neck bent violently, and he was sent flying askew, spinning as he fell to the ground, face-planting into the dirt.

The Angry Eye Vajra pounced, jumping onto the Precepts Blade Arhat and started raining down punches in a furious barrage.

"Protector, spare my life, I admit my wrongs!"

The Precepts Blade Arhat’s face was swollen and bruised, begging miserably for mercy.

"You abominable wretch, you’ve betrayed your duty, stolen the treasures of Jihuo Temple, and even cultivated wicked techniques, bringing disaster upon the people..."

Unable to contain his rage, the Angry Eye Vajra said coldly, "You have tarnished the reputation of Jihuo Temple."

Another round of beating ensued!

The Precepts Blade Arhat was nearly beaten into a pulp, losing consciousness.

Only then did Xuanming stop, retrieving the blood-red blade.

Presumably, this blade was the treasure he had mentioned earlier.

Having regained what was lost, Xuanming smiled with satisfaction.

He turned around and, with his palm raised, said, "Amitabha, Mr. An, I’m sorry for the disturbance."

Fang Zhixing hurriedly replied, "Master is formidable, the Buddhist Dharma is boundless, I admire it greatly."

Xuanming laughed heartily and said, "Mr. An is young and yet possesses unfathomably deep cultivation, this monk is deeply impressed."

As they spoke, the Hundred Ghosts Soul Devouring Formation collapsed due to lack of control.

Lian Quan and the others finally escaped to safety.

Arriving outside, the three people and two beasts took a long deep breath, relaxed their bodies completely, showing their total exhaustion.

Lian Yue immediately took out two healing talismans and slapped them onto Bai He and Xigou.

The healing talismans emitted a green light, enveloping the two beasts, quickly stopping the bleeding and promoting wound healing.

"Wow, this is refreshingly cool, so comfortable..."

Xigou clicked his tongue in amazement; his injuries weren’t really that severe and could heal quickly with just a few licks of his tongue.

But with the help of the healing talismans, naturally, the healing process was much faster.

Subsequently, both parties introduced themselves.

Xuanming greeted them and said, "This monk apologizes for the late rescue, please do not blame us, esteemed guests of the Taiyi Sect."

Lian Quan responded, "How can we blame you, Master? The Demon Buddha harbors unyielding malice, we stand firmly against them and have long since put life and death aside, ready to die without regret."

"Well said!"