Swish!
Suddenly, a white bone bird filled with bone spurs appeared.
This white bone bird flapped its wings and soared into the sky, completely ignoring the path, flying swiftly over mountains...
From its view overlooking the earth, white bones began to rise from the soil.
The White Bone Demons grew increasingly in number, and the mutated "stronger White Bone Demons" multiplied even more.
These demon servants hurried towards the mountain path, pursuing from all angles forward.
The bright moonlight bathed the mountain forest, illuminating the relentless procession of pale skeletons, and the mysterious "demons" standing silently in the gorge.
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"That day, many pilgrims burned incense and prayed, accumulating a large amount of incense, which led to the Demon Buddha’s display of power."
"Later, when the incense burnt out, dozens of cavalryn surprisingly escaped back."
"Today, if the Yu Sect flees, they surely won’t have ti, nor can they burn incense on the scale they did last ti."
"Even if they could reach the previous scale, the affected area would be at most several miles."
"No, even estimating it to be over ten miles, they definitely couldn’t find ."
Li Xuan pondered.
As he focused intensely on his manipulation, this area, already having lost many people to disaster, began to reveal a sea of skeletons...
Suddenly, his expression shifted.
A certain White Bone Demon transmitted an image.
On the winding road in the gorge, seven carriages were racing swiftly.
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"What sound is that?" Purple-tailed Flood Dragon Monarch’s expression tensed.
In the deep night, aside from the rapid turning of carriage wheels and the whistling wind, there was a strange noise.
The sound initially like the rustle of ants, then like the thundering of beasts.
And the direction of the sound was towards the carriages.
The sound was encircling from all directions.
The Old Nun frowned, "Chasing us?"
Then, decisively, she said, "Burn incense."
At her words, inside the last of the seven carriages, nuns and monks respectfully took incense from their bags, quickly lit it, and began to pray to the air.
The reason they could effectively pray to the air was not due to the sophistication of the prayer thod, but because... the Buddha was right beside them.
When Purple-tailed Flood Dragon Monarch taught Rose, designing a dance he claid was an advanced prayer thod, it was rely to conceal the simplicity of "prayer thod".
At this mont, the Old Nun slightly turned her head, glancing at the terrifying Headless Buddha in front of the first carriage, and at the Feather Robe Saintess in the carriage eating candied fruits and sipping fine wine.
Since understanding the real aning of the "Feather Robe Container", the Saintess had beco incredibly revered.
The monks and nuns sincerely prayed.
Incense smoke wafted into a world of light.
In the light of that world, two majestic silhouettes faintly erged, one sitting cross-legged with fingers forming a Dharma seal, the other reclining, like a mountain spanning across.
Praying to two gods was evidently more efficient than one.
But this also required a premise – that these two gods themselves must be "friends, not foes".
And a "Headless Buddha" and a "Buddha Mother Peacock" clearly t this condition.
A muddy mbrane soon floated around the monks and nuns, then they took weapons from their sleeves.
This mbrane was clearly a lower level than the black mbrane from that day.
Just then, an unusual sound rang above them.
A monk looked up, seeing a ghastly white shadow falling from the sky in the moonlight.
"Amitabha."
The monk chanted.
He had just finished chanting when he saw the falling white shadow.
Thunk!
The white shadow hit the ground, shattered to pieces, but it was only a heap of bones.
Yet this was only the beginning.
In the next instant, more white shadows flooded out, so blocking the path of the carriages, others encircling them from behind, so human-shaped, others beast or bird-shaped...
The carriages attempted to move, but the white bones obstructed them, making it impossible to pass.
With their muddy mbrane-wrapped bodies, the monks and nuns leapt from the carriages, slicing through the White Bone Demons like dust.
The carriages followed the opened path, advancing tens of ters.
But as they moved, it was as if they entered a swamp.
More and more bones, in various forms, flooded in from the sky.
Even the bones that were shattered were piled everywhere, making the surrounding roads extrely hard to traverse, as the carriage wheels sank into the bone debris.
More monks and nuns burned incense and prayed, getting off the carriages to cut the bones.
However, the multitude of White Bone Demons was overwhelming.
Monks and nuns, though formidable with their muddy mbranes, quickly felt their energy and stamina drain while facing the skeleton sea’s onslaught.
Purple-tailed Flood Dragon Monarch frowned, also joining the ranks to clear the path with a blade.
But whether the path was cleared or not made no difference.
The road was piled thick with bones.
The carriages were practically traveling on a small mountain of bones, unable to pass.
In the ti of half a cup of tea, the seven carriages moved less than a hundred ters forward, slowing down increasingly, reaching the point of almost stopping entirely.
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In front of the carriages, the Headless Buddha coldly watched the scene.
And Rose, who was eating and drinking inside the carriage, couldn’t help but pull back the curtain to glance outside, with a piece of "candied fruit crumb" still on her lips.
Actually, she hadn’t told the young lord, that during this ti she’d beco increasingly hungry. When he was at the Governor’s mansion, she was eating out every day, and her pocket money was long spent.
Now, as she resud being the Saintess, she was well-fed.
Moreover, she realized sothing: "The matter of the container" was unavoidable, so she might as well face it head-on, and see it clearly.
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