More and more chains, like venomous serpents, sward toward Xiao Mo from all directions.
This ti the chains were very fast. In the blink of an eye, they tightly wrapped around Xiao Mo's limbs and waist.
Runes flowed across the surface of those chains, flickering on and off, continuously attempting to suppress and erode the surging blood-killing energy within his body.
Seeing Xiao Mo finally bound, the ten Ascension realm abbots imdiately beca spirited, sparing no magical power as they urged on the formation beneath their feet. The sutra chanting from their mouths beca even more resounding and solemn.
The entire mountain peak was enveloped by vast golden Buddhist light.
Xiao Mo struggled slightly. The chains clanked in response. When he pulled forcefully, those chains stretched taut as a full bow, yet did not break but he was not flustered. He only called out low the na of his long blade, "Ranmo."
Ranmo, hearing this, traced a fluid arc of light through the air.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Amidst clear sounds of tal striking tal, fierce blade light successively slashed through the heavy chains. Finally, the long blade steadily fell back into Xiao Mo's palm.
Those golden chains broke in response, transforming into golden points of light that dispersed.
Gripping the long blade, Xiao Mo casually swung it again. The originally restrained blood-killing energy, like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening, erupted with a thunderous roar!
Towering blood-killing energy shot straight into the clouds, actually staining the sacred light shed by that golden Buddha statue in the firmant with an ominous dark red.
Under this violent blood-killing impact, the ten great abbots felt as if struck by thunderbolts. Without exception, they spewed a large mouthful of fresh blood. Their auras instantly beca dispirited.
The great formation beneath them that ceaselessly operated also had its light rapidly dim, nearly extinguishing.
At the sa ti, the slaughter between Buddhist sect and demonic sect disciples continued.
The demonic sect mbers, seeing their sect master reverse the situation with one move and gain the upper hand, all felt their spirits surge and fighting spirit rise, certain of victory. However, deep in Xiao Mo's Dao heart, peace remained elusive.
When a person's cultivation realm beca higher, their comprehension of heaven and earth's great Dao laws beca increasingly profound.
Their sixth sense would often transform into a mysterious premonition that could vaguely illuminate approaching fortune or calamity.
At this mont, Xiao Mo's Dao heart was frantically warning him.
"Alas..."
Abbot Xu Jing released a heavy sigh.
In the next mont, he and the other nine abbots simultaneously took out their life-bound magical artifacts.
Zen staff, Buddhist beads, wooden fish, and various other artifacts transford into ten streams of light, flying toward the solemn golden body Buddha statue in mid-air, resonating with it.
The ten spared no effort, almost pouring all the spiritual power in their bodies without reservation into their magical artifacts.
The golden body Buddha statue in the air grew increasingly brilliant. Dazzling golden light spread across the sky for ten thousand li, as if a divine Buddha had personally descended.
The demonic blade "Ranmo" in Xiao Mo's hand continuously humd. The blade trembled slightly, as if responding to this heaven-destroying, earth-annihilating pressure.
"Are you afraid?" Xiao Mo asked the long blade in his palm in a low voice.
Ranmo's response clearly transmitted into his heart, "Where does Master speak of? At this mont, Ranmo is... very excited!"
"These Ten Great Buddhist Temples' magical artifacts together with this Buddha statue's golden body already faintly possess great Dao might," Xiao Mo's tone remained calm. "We may die."
"We weapon spirits are originally dead objects. To die on the battlefield is our best destination. Moreover, if I can die together with Master, it would be Ranmo's honor even more."
"Good," Xiao Mo's eyes flashed with blood color. "Then let us try, what exactly this so-called divine Buddha is made of!"
He raised the long blade horizontally. Behind him, blood-red killing energy continuously rose and condensed like beacon fires.
In rely an instant, the Dharma Heaven Image Earth already stood behind Xiao Mo.
Its montum devoured heaven, its might shook earth.
In the firmant above, that golden body Buddha statue lowered its eyes in contemplation, slowly raised its giant palm, and pressed down to cover the sky.
That golden palm print was like a mountain collapsing, carrying supre Buddhist might, wanting to completely suppress Xiao Mo.
Its montum swept across the entire heaven and earth. Wind and clouds changed color because of it.
Xiao Mo showed no fear. He t that sky-covering sun-blocking golden giant palm and swung his blade to slash. In that instant, the golden palm print and blood-colored blade light thunderously collided!
Only a "BOOM!!!" sound shook through the nine heavens. The entire firmant seed about to be torn apart by this impact.
The earth violently trembled. Rivers churned and flowed backward.
Whether demonic cultivators or Buddhist disciples, none could continue fighting. All desperately resisted this heaven-destroying earth-annihilating aftershock.
Countless cultivators fainted under this impact.
So cultivators closer by with slightly lower realms had their divine souls completely scattered, dying and their dao extinguished.
Outside Kongnian Temple's main peak, countless mountain peaks were razed to the ground.
In that quiet courtyard at Kongnian Temple's back mountain, because it was covered by a barrier, Wangxin could not see at all what was happening in the outside world.
But at this mont, a trendous sound transmitted inside. Little Hundun was frightened into trembling all over, hurriedly burrowing into Wangxin's embrace, only timidly poking out half its head.
The violent spiritual power storm swept over. Wangxin's heart tensed, feeling great misfortune. A golden lotus blood in response, enveloping her and the small beast in her embrace.
"Crash!"
The spiritual power gale howled past. The entire courtyard collapsed in response, smoke and dust filling the air. Only the golden lotus stood quietly, flowing with radiance.
After a long while, the raging spiritual power finally dissipated. Heaven and earth returned to tranquility.
That golden body Buddha statue, starting from its palm, developed cracks that spread like a spider's web, finally transforming into points of golden light that scattered with the wind in the firmant.
Ten Buddhist immortal weapons fell from high altitude, each transforming into a stream of light that entered their respective masters' bodies.
Xiao Mo hung suspended in mid-air, blood-colored killing energy still wreathing his entire body.
He gripped his long blade tightly and walked step by step toward Xu Jing and the others.
Though the ten great abbots still floated in the air, they were already at the end of their strength. Each had chaotic auras. The immortal weapons in their hands were covered with cracks, their Buddhist light dim.
Xiao Mo was not in much better condition.
His long sleeves were shattered. Fresh blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Ranmo's blade also bore notches, like saw teeth.
"It seems your Buddha ultimately cannot kill ."
Xiao Mo calmly gazed at Xu Jing.
From his eyes, Xu Jing could not see the slightest joy of victory.
As if all this ant nothing to him. He did not care at all.
"We have lost," Xu Jing took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Whether to kill or dismber us, it is entirely up to you."
The mont Xu Jing's words fell, signifying that the Buddhist sects had completely fallen, the fortune of the entire Western Region, like rivers returning to the sea, entirely empowered Xiao Mo.
From today forward, Xiao Mo was the supre lord of the Western Region!
Xiao Mo took a deep breath, gripped his long blade, and continued walking forward.
Buddhist disciples' eyes were filled with sorrow. The demonic sect masses could barely contain their wild joy.
From today forward, the demonic sects would completely tower over the Buddhist sects!
This battle, Xiao Mo had drawn a period on the Buddha-Demon conflict that had continued for a thousand years, unifying the Western Region for the first ti!
When Xiao Mo walked to within three zhang of Xu Jing and the others, he slowly raised the long blade in his hand but just as Xiao Mo was about to slash down, a young girl spread her arms wide and resolutely blocked Xiao Mo's path.
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