Kongnian Temple.
Of the Western Region's Ten Great Buddhist Temples, only this one remained.
Over these nearly three years, the Ten Great Buddhist Temples had all beco clear about Xiao Mo's strength.
Therefore, they simply did not plan to clash head-on with Xiao Mo.
These years, if their temples were controlled by Xiao Mo, so be it. They traded space for ti, all for this final battle.
And within Kongnian Temple's great hall, the ten Ascension realm abbots of the Buddhist sects stood before the Buddha statue.
After two to three years of arrangent, the large formation engraved around this Buddha statue had finally been completed a month ago.
The formation centered on the Buddha statue, connecting to all of Kongnian Temple, and simultaneously connecting to the entire Western Region's Buddhist fortune.
Now, they waited for Xiao Mo to co.
They also believed Xiao Mo would definitely co because everything Xiao Mo had done indicated that his ambition was not rely to be Demon Lord, but to be supre lord of the entire Western Region!
Therefore, he definitely wanted this Buddhist fortune.
"Master Xu Jing, how is Junior Disciple Wangxin?" the abbot of Clear Porridge Temple asked Xu Jing. "This Demon-Subduing Grand Formation would be most perfect with Junior Disciple Wangxin's Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart protecting it."
"Wangxin has known Xiao Mo since childhood. Their feelings for each other are too deep. I have not told Wangxin about these matters, nor do I want Wangxin to be involved in these things," Xu Jing raised his head to look at the Buddha statue before him. "The survival or extinction of the Buddhist sect, let us old folks handle it. Why trouble the younger generation?"
Two and a half years ago, after Wangxin broke through delusion to enter the Immortal realm and wanted to go find Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo happened to co to Kongnian Temple and knocked Wangxin unconscious with one blade strike.
Moreover, Xiao Mo had set up a technique around Wangxin's courtyard, forbidding anyone from entering or leaving.
For these two and a half years, Wangxin had continuously tried to sneak out of the courtyard but always failed.
Xu Jing even occasionally reinforced the barrier.
He believed that even if their Buddhist sect ultimately was defeated, Xiao Mo would not harm Wangxin, provided Wangxin did not participate in battle.
Hearing Master Xu Jing's firm tone, everyone felt sowhat regretful but said nothing more.
They all looked at the compassionate Buddha statue before them, not knowing whether the Buddhist path's ancestors would bless these unworthy descendants in this final battle.
Gradually, the breaking dawn's morning sun shone into the great hall. The blood-red morning glow seed to drape this clay Buddha statue in a red kasaya.
The sky had beco clear.
"Everyone, please prepare. We should welco Benefactor Xiao," Xu Jing said slowly.
"Amitabha Buddha."
The nine Ascension realm abbots simultaneously chanted the Buddha's na.
Their voices, accompanied by Kongnian Temple's bell tolling to signal enemy attack, gradually drifted far away...
At the sa ti, above Kongnian Temple's sky, fifty thousand demonic sect cultivators all arrived.
At the very front of the fifty thousand demonic cultivators, a man sat atop a floating scabbard.
One foot on the scabbard, one hand holding a vermillion wine gourd, drinking what little Sanglu wine remained inside.
The demonic sect disciples looked at this final pure land of the Buddhist sect. Every demonic path cultivator's eyes flickered with fervor.
The Buddhist sect and demonic sects had clashed countless tis.
Though the demonic sects had gained considerable advantages several tis, this was the first ti the demonic sects had pushed the Buddhist sect to this extent.
They even believed that from today forward, the Buddhist sect would henceforth submit to the demonic sects!
No other reason.
As long as it was sothing the Demon Lord wanted to do, in all these years, they had never seen the Demon Lord fail even once.
As bell tolls spread through Kongnian Temple's mountain forest, the final forty thousand Buddhist disciples still resisting stood ready for battle.
Shortly after, the ten Buddhist temple abbots walked before the forty thousand Buddhist disciples.
"Amitabha Buddha," Abbot Xu Jing chanted the Buddha's na and saluted Xiao Mo with palms pressed together. "This old monk Xu Jing greets Benefactor Xiao."
Xiao Mo put down the wine gourd and hung it at his waist, "The Ten Great Buddhist Temple abbots have avoided battle for these two to three years. Now you must be prepared?"
"Barely adequate," Xu Jing looked calmly at Xiao Mo. "If possible, this old monk also does not hope this great battle will occur. If Benefactor Xiao can withdraw his troops, that would be best."
Xiao Mo smiled faintly, "Does Master Xu Jing think that's possible?"
"Then there's no way around it..." Xu Jing sighed. "Everyone, please."
Xiao Mo's eyes gradually beca sharp. His palm swept forward, and he said coldly, "Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The fifty thousand demonic sect cultivators who had waited so long could wait no longer. All charged toward the Buddhist temple!
Over these years, the demonic sects had never tasted defeat once. Their morale could be said to have reached its peak!
Xu Jing activated Kongnian Temple's mountain-protecting grand formation.
Just as the fifty thousand demonic cultivators were about to touch the mountain-protecting grand formation, Xiao Mo slashed down with his blade.
"Boom!"
Only a trendous sound was heard.
That mountain-protecting grand formation's spiritual power barrier shattered completely.
Fifty thousand demonic cultivators and forty thousand Buddhist sect disciples clashed together.
Xiao Mo's figure also disappeared.
When Xiao Mo reappeared, he had already fought the Ten Great Buddhist Temple abbots into the high heavens.
Violent spiritual power swept across the entire sky.
Xiao Mo swung his blade downward. Domineering blade energy and blood-killing energy fused, like ocean waves, wanting to shatter the entire firmant.
The ten Ascension realm old monks dared not take it head-on and could only evade.
"Suppress!"
The abbot of Clear Porridge Temple shouted loudly. A golden Buddha mountain pressed down toward Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo rely raised his head and glanced indifferently.
In the next mont, Xiao Mo swung his blade.
"Boom!"
The black-red blade energy, like cutting through tofu, split this golden Buddha mountain in half.
The abbot of Plain Clothes Temple pulled off the plain cloth kasaya draped over his body.
The plain cloth kasaya rapidly expanded until it covered the sky and sun, then covered toward Xiao Mo.
Yet Xiao Mo still swung several blade strikes. The plain cloth kasaya suddenly swelled, then burst into countless fragnts that fell like snowflakes.
Everyone's brows furrowed.
Every immortal weapon had its own abilities but the immortal weapon in Xiao Mo's hand had not displayed any these years.
Later they speculated this was not to say Xiao Mo had not used the immortal weapon's special ability.
Rather, the ability of the immortal weapon in Xiao Mo's hand was "sharpness."
This demonic blade Ranmo had taken "sharpness" to its extre.
As if everything in the world was rely a bubble to the long blade in Xiao Mo's hand.
The offensives of the Clear Porridge Temple abbot and Plain Clothes Temple abbot were easily neutralized. Xiao Mo once again charged forward.
In Xiao Mo's view, these ten Buddhist abbots working together were indeed much more difficult to deal with than the Nine Great Demonic Sect masters from before.
At that ti, the Nine Great Demonic Sect masters each had different thoughts, were scattered like sand, and even guarded against each other but now, these ten Buddhist sect masters were like one whole.
Of all the great battles in this life, Xiao Mo felt this was the most troubleso.
"Heaven and Earth Illusory Red."
Xiao Mo called out low. Centered on him, everything within a thousand li radius turned blood-red.
He gripped the pitch-black long blade and stepped through the air step by step. Ranmo's blade spirit manifested behind Xiao Mo.
The originally miniature blade spirit now beca the size of an ordinary person.
Ranmo embraced Xiao Mo's neck from behind. Her form gradually dispersed and finally rged into the black robe on Xiao Mo's body.
Watching Xiao Mo walk step by step closer, Xu Jing and the others were deeply alard, cold sweat involuntarily breaking out on their foreheads.
They had also experienced countless great battles and had faced powerful enemies in life-or-death struggles nurous tis but this ti, when Xiao Mo stood before them, they felt thorough and complete despair.
The abbot of Like Dreams Temple pressed his palms together, his mouth murmuring continuously. The scenery around Xiao Mo instantly distorted.
In the blink of an eye, mountain forests and temples disappeared. In their place, several Vajra Buddhas a hundred zhang tall surrounded Xiao Mo, as if to judge him.
Looking at these Vajra Buddhas, Xiao Mo's eyes were indifferent as he shook his head. He kindly reminded them, "What is most useless against are illusion techniques."
With those words, Xiao Mo did not even swing his blade. His surrounding blood-killing energy suddenly surged like boiling magma, completely destroying all those Vajra Buddhas.
The illusion shattered. Xiao Mo still stood in his original place, never having moved.
The Like Dreams Temple abbot's face paled. He groaned sullenly, fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth but at this mont, the Mandala Temple abbot swept his sleeve.
Countless golden mandala flower petals appeared out of thin air. Though they seed to fall gently, each contained fierce Buddhist gang qi, rotating like blades cutting toward Xiao Mo.
"I'll assist you!"
At the sa ti, the Thousand Buddha Temple abbot struck out with his palm.
"Thousand Buddha Sanskrit Palm!"
The Thousand Buddha Temple abbot's palm wind transford in the air into hundreds and thousands of golden palm prints, layer upon layer, surging like ocean waves.
The Hermit Temple abbot's form flickered and instantly disappeared from his original position.
In the next instant, he had silently appeared behind Xiao Mo. He extended his finger and casually pointed at Xiao Mo's back.
The finger wind was condensed, silent and soundless.
Facing a three-way pincer attack, Xiao Mo also moved.
His foot lightly tapped. The scabbard beneath him issued a light hum.
The long blade "Ranmo" in his hand traced a perfect arc.
The black-red blade light first precisely t that sky full of palm prints.
Where the blade light passed, those hundreds and thousands of palm prints shattered like bubbles one after another.
Xiao Mo's blade light continued unabated and collided with that golden flower rain.
"Hiss!"
Dense cutting sounds rang out. The extrely sharp petals collided with even sharper blade energy and were instantly ground to powder, transforming into golden Buddhist light that dissipated.
And Xiao Mo, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, at the sa ti he swung his blade light, violently struck backward with his left elbow. Majestic blood-killing energy condensed at one point, perfectly colliding with the Hermit Temple abbot's soundless finger strike.
"Bang!"
A muffled air explosion sound rang out.
The Hermit Temple abbot only felt an irresistible trendous force transmit through his fingertip. His entire arm instantly went numb.
As his qi and blood churned, he had no choice but to borrow the force to fly backward in retreat, then expel the blood-killing energy from his fingertip.
"Form the array," Master Xu Jing slowly said.
The ten great abbots' forms flashed, quickly occupying ten positions, surrounding Xiao Mo in the center.
They simultaneously chanted scriptures from their mouths. Brilliant golden light radiated from their bodies. The golden lights connected with each other, forming a huge golden Buddha seal in the air that slowly rotated, pressing down toward Xiao Mo.
This Buddha seal was as heavy as mountains and moreover carried vast righteous qi.
The Buddha seal had not yet completely descended, but the air below had already solidified.
Xiao Mo felt his entire body tighten. His movents were indeed affected sowhat.
He raised his head to look at that huge golden Buddha seal, "Can Buddha truly suppress ?"
He gripped the blade with both hands and raised "Ranmo" high above his head.
Majestic blood-killing energy, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, madly surged into the blade. The blade beca dark red, as if bearing endless slaughter.
"Break!"
With a low shout, Xiao Mo suddenly swung his blade upward!
That black-red blade light, condensed to the extre and almost materialized, shot skyward.
It did not have the exaggerated montum of previous blade energies, yet carried a determination to sever everything, fiercely cleaving at the Buddha seal's center!
"Crack!"
Only a crisp shattering sound was heard. Before that ultimate sharpness, the Buddha seal that had gathered the power of the ten great abbots actually began from the center, showing a clear crack.
The crack rapidly spread, instantly covering the entire Buddha seal.
"Boom!"
In the next instant, the golden Buddha seal exploded with a thunderous roar. Spiritual power rippled outward in circles, blowing away quite a few of the demonic cultivators and Buddhist disciples clashing in the air.
The ten abbots simultaneously shook violently, uniformly retreating several steps. Fresh blood seeped from the corners of all their mouths but in the next mont, Xu Jing extended his finger and pointed downward.
"Rumble..."
Kongnian Temple's main peak issued violent trembling.
Starting from the great hall, Buddhist light continuously spread outward.
Finally forming an obscure formation, the formation's patterns lit up with gentle yet firm golden light, faintly resonating with the Buddha statue itself. The entire Western Region's remaining Buddhist fortune seed to be gathering toward this place, forming an invisible pressure.
The golden body Buddha statue at the very front of the great hall overflowed with streams of light, then like weathering, transford into golden sand and dust that continuously poured out and drifted far away, condensing into a gigantic golden body Buddha statue in the sky above the battlefield.
The Buddha statue lowered its head, looking down at Xiao Mo.
Xiao Mo also raised his head, looking at this golden body Buddha statue.
Just as when Xiao Mo had first co to Kongnian Temple.
"Legends say that in ancient tis, when the ancestors of the Hundred Schools of Thought fought divine beings and successively perished, when the Buddhist ancestor fell, because he could not let go of the world's common people, he finally transford his body into a stone Buddha to watch over this human world. And that Buddha statue beca the Buddhist sect's supre treasure. I presu this is it?"
Xiao Mo spoke calmly.
"Precisely so," Master Xu Jing nodded. "This is our Buddhist sect's supre treasure. We have never used it before. This is the first ti. I never expected that after so many tens of thousands of years, we would still need to borrow our ancestor's power. This is truly sinful."
"Xiao Mo," the Mandala Temple abbot said sternly. "Today, we will definitely suppress you here!"
"Then co try."
With those words, Xiao Mo said no more. He raised his blade and walked forward.
That golden Buddha statue seed to co alive, its eyes radiating dazzling golden light.
The formation patterns were like burning golden flas. Extrely solid golden chains containing Buddhist law power erged from the formation, coiling toward Xiao Mo!
Xiao Mo swung his blade to slash at the first chains to arrive.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The golden chains, like ordinary ropes, were all severed by Xiao Mo's long blade, transforming into golden points of light that dissipated in the air.
Xiao Mo coldly surveyed his surroundings, then lowered his head. His gaze fell on that small courtyard on the mountain.
Finally, Xiao Mo withdrew his gaze and once again looked at the golden illusory great Buddha high in the sky, "Buddha can kill ."
"But not this one."
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