So, following the mories of those twelve Monks, he headed toward the valley where Master Mo Luo resided.
In the mories of the twelve Monks, Master Mo Luo was an existence at the Peak of the Nineteen Layers of rging Realm.
Though he himself was still only at the First Stage of rging Realm, his fleshly body and Spirit were powerful, he had many thods, and his Martial Arts Mastery was high.
Therefore, he still felt at ease as he flew toward the place where Master Mo Luo was.
...
In a dim cave, Master Mo Luo was currently manipulating a Mind Clone in the Lower Realm.
In that Lower Realm was a Martial Arts World under centralized imperial power, where the people suffered in misery.
In one place of that Lower Realm, a peasant uprising rapidly gathered a large number of vicious n, killed the local magistrate, and very quickly seized control of a county-sized region.
However, this peasant had courage but no strategy, and also lacked sufficient strength; he was soon suppressed by the army dispatched by the Court.
As this peasant fled in panic, he encountered the Buddha-image shaped by Master Mo Luo’s clone.
The peasant prayed to the Buddha; at that ti, Master Mo Luo still left the answering of such prayers to the clone.
When the peasant voiced his desire to escape alive, a Magic of the Demon Buddha Lineage surged forth in his mind.
The peasant carried it out as instructed, and at once a sky-covering black wind arose.
Within the black wind were countless human faces, accompanied by human screams.
While he was on the run, after he cast this Magic once.
The Court’s pursuers, at best, lost their sense of direction for a short while; at worst, they were injured by this black wind, ears ringing, blood streaming from their seven orifices.
After this peasant realized how efficacious Master Mo Luo’s clone was, he continued to pray, wishing that he could rise again, regroup his forces, and slaughter the Court’s troops until not a chicken or dog remained.
After the peasant voiced this prayer, Master Mo Luo’s clone once again automatically responded.
Two more Magic Skills appeared in the peasant’s mind.
When he scattered a handful of sand on the ground, after a gust of black wind, the sand would transform into a mud soldier skilled in battle.
He chanted a Spell and blew the sand in his hand forward.
Imdiately, a sandstorm swept out toward the front.
Relying on these two Magic Skills, he routed several batches of Court soldiers.
Moreover, when other rebel troops saw that he wielded Magic, they flocked to his banner.
Later, his military adviser molded him before the common folk into the image of a reincarnated Divine Buddha.
Thus this peasant, relying on three Magic Skills, led his army once more in the direction of the Capital City of that Small World.
However, in that Small World there were still Martial Artists with decent Martial Arts Cultivation.
The Martial Arts they cultivated ca from the Celestial Court Giant Spirit Divine Skill Lineage.
Martial Artists of this Lineage possessed impressive body Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts.
When this peasant led his army into battle with the Court’s elite troops, he was defeated.
Even though he knew those three Magic Skills, he could not turn the tide.
So the peasant once again prayed to the Buddha-image shaped by Master Mo Luo’s clone.
But the Martial Artists of the Celestial Court Giant Spirit Divine Skill Lineage had no weak Martial Arts Cultivation.
Even if the clone of Master Mo Luo in that Small World personally took the field, he still could not win.
The clone’s predicant was transmitted into Master Mo Luo’s mind.
Master Mo Luo thought that his clone had a good many believers in that Small World.
And war was an excellent way to collect Evil Karma.
Therefore, that Small World was worth his personally using his Mind to directly control this clone.
When his Mind descended into that Small World below, it imdiately manifested from within the Buddha statue.
Not only did he bestow more powerful Magic upon that peasant, his Mind also attached itself to the peasant’s body.
When the peasant fought against the Martial Artists of that world, his Mind could further enhance the power of the peasant’s Magic.
...
Su Que, following the mories of the twelve Monks, flew toward the valley where Master Mo Luo was.
Before long, he saw the valley that appeared in their mories.
That valley was like a curved arc, encircling a large lake in the middle.
There were many caves along the valley.
So of the caves were Cultivation Cave Mansions used by the Monks of this branch of Demon Buddha Puxun’s Lineage.
According to the mories, Su Que instantly picked out Master Mo Luo’s Cave Mansion at a glance.
Master Mo Luo’s Cave Mansion had a gigantic stone door sealing its entrance.
And above the cave entrance, strands of Sanskrit characters that emitted a deep purple glow floated in the air.
Based on the mories of the twelve Monks, Su Que knew that within the valley, there were still ten more fellow disciples cultivating alongside them.
Su Que planned to silently kill these ten Monks of the Demon Buddha Lineage first, then deal with the most powerful Master Mo Luo.
So that when he moved against Master Mo Luo later, these ten Monks would not get in the way.
Su Que first swept out with his Spiritual Power; in an instant he grasped the locations of those ten Monks.
Among these ten Monks were also people above the Twelfth-Layer of the Realm of rging, whose Spiritual Power was not weak.
After Su Que’s Spiritual Power swept past, one of them felt that soone had used Spiritual Power to probe this area.
But just as Su Que released his Spiritual Power and pinpointed the positions of these ten Monks, he clenched both Fists.
On his two Fists, vortexes like black holes flashed into existence and vanished.
Dark Evil Fist, Ti Pause!
It had been a while since he last used "Ti Pause," so he could cast it again.
Although the interval was still short and its effectiveness not at its peak, it was already enough.
A powerful, sinister force spread out from his two Fists, extending to envelop the area where those ten Monks were.
Just as so Monks sensed they were being spied upon by a Cultivator’s Spirit and were about to respond, their bodies and their thoughts froze at the sa ti.
Su Que seized that gap and unleashed the Seven Injuries Fist, striking out two blows at extre speed.
Ten streams of Seven Injuries Fist Force spat out from his Fists.
These ten streams of Seven Injuries Fist Force were extrely Yin Soft.
The rocks, being dead objects, were quickly penetrated by these ten strands of Yin Soft Fist Force.
After that, the ten streams of Fist Force sank into the bodies of the ten Monks.
The next instant, ti flowed again.
The ten Monks, who had been sitting cross-legged in their caves, gushed blood from their seven orifices, and each vomited a mouthful of fresh blood carrying fragnts of their Inner Viscera.
At the sa ti, Master Mo Luo was using his Mind to control his clone, helping that Small World’s rebel leader fight against the Court’s Emperor.
The commotion outside was not small, and it imdiately drew Master Mo Luo’s attention.
He was a Cultivator at the Nineteenth-Layer of the Realm of rging, and deeply versed in the Mind Clone Skill, able to multitask.
Thus, he continued using his Mind to control the clone in the Lower Realm, while also extending his perception to his surroundings.
When he sensed that his ten disciples had been crushed in an instant by a sudden Cultivator, his heart jolted.
He hurriedly withdrew his Mind from the clone in the Small World below.
This Cultivator was too formidable; he could not afford to split his Mind anymore to control the clone in battle.
Though that clone, that peasant, would lose the war without his intervention, very likely suffering a disastrous defeat.
Even so, even if the war ended in disaster, he could still obtain plenty of Evil Karma.
Because he had already bewitched many within that rebel army.
Once the war was lost, those rebels and their families would be executed en masse by the Court of that Small World.
Soon, heads would be rolling like a tumbling torrent.
And this rebel army had co together and grown entirely because of his miraculous manifestations.
Without doubt, this would bring him a vast amount of Evil Karma.
While that Evil Karma could not compare to what he would gain if his army won a great victory, it was still not little.
What he had to do now was deal with this sudden Cultivator.
He sensed that this Cultivator clearly had low Cultivation, yet for so reason his body and Spirit seed not weak.
Moreover, he had originally been a Spirit Mountain Bodhisattva who, after being tempted by Demon Buddha Puxun, had allowed his body and Spirit to fall.
He also possessed Telepathy, and now intended to probe into this Cultivator’s past.
After which, he would use the "Great Compassion Hand Seal" to turn this Cultivator’s Essence Qi and Spirit into his own.
Boom!
Master Mo Luo’s body suddenly sprang up from its cross-legged posture, like an arrow, shooting along the passage of the cave.
The cave’s stone door swung wide open; his figure moved at extre speed, passing through the entrance, driving the surrounding air into a thunderous roar.
He cast Buddha Seals with both hands, using the Dharma Gate within the Six Desires Celestial Demon Technique; at once, wisps of smoke bearing a hint of demonic taint rose from his body as he charged at Su Que.
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