A golden light suddenly emanated from his hand, shining as brightly as a ray of sunshine in this world filled with dark clouds and malevolent energy!
The abbot of Tianyin Temple had a hint of compassion on his face. His hands were clasped together, and from his palms, golden light suddenly burst forth. It grew from small to large, instantly becoming dazzling, radiating countless golden rays. That golden light shot straight into the sky.
Amidst the golden light, a magical artifact resembling a golden disc and wheel was slowly raised, its golden light radiant and its entire body golden. It was about one foot square in size, with the golden images of Arhats engraved around its edge, surrounding the central image of the Buddha with his palms clasped in prayer, compassionately saving all sentient beings.
In the distance, countless people exclaimed in surprise almost simultaneously!
"The Great Compassion Golden Wheel...!"
As soon as this Buddhist treasure appeared, its golden light shone even more brilliantly. With the power of Master Puhong alone, this golden light screen seemed no less impressive than the one created by the hundred righteous disciples earlier. Within the golden light screen, various Buddhist mantras appeared and disappeared. The area illuminated was filled with a solemn, compassionate atmosphere, a stark contrast to the malevolent aura in front.
However, even when faced with this unparalleled Buddhist treasure, the ferocious and murderous beasts, driven by the Beast God, showed no sign of retreat. The dozen or so giant beasts at the forefront still fearlessly charged headlong into the golden light.
Unexpectedly, when the enormous shadow collided with the dazzling golden light, there was not a sound, nor any of the anticipated earth-shattering spectacle. The golden light suddenly reversed, enveloping everything from all directions, while the black mist that had been surrounding the giant beasts suddenly shrank and gradually contracted. Most miraculously, those beasts, still charging forward fearlessly, were also gradually shrinking in size.
This scene caused the Beast God's eyes to narrow slightly. He could sense that Master Puhong had actually used the power of Buddhism to forcefully transform the ferocity he had released to catalyze the transformation of those giant beasts into demonic creatures.
Hongyu, who was not far away, was also slightly surprised when she saw this. Influenced by Lu Xuan and due to her nature as a sword cultivator, she didn't particularly like Buddhism. However, at this moment, she had to admit that every cultivation method had its own unique advantages. For example, the black energy that had left the cultivators of the Central Plains helpless was actually suppressed by the power of Buddhism.
Unfortunately, Pu Hong's magical power was too low, far from enough to convert the beast god.
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Chapter 456 Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation
Master Puhong closed his eyes, clasped his hands in prayer, and softly chanted Buddhist mantras, light and quick, neither singing nor speaking. The "Great Compassion Golden Wheel," which had been slowly rotating in mid-air and radiating countless golden rays, descended from above. Before Puhong, countless golden rays transformed into the true form of Buddha and the Dharma forms of Arhats, all facing this unprecedentedly violent demon.
The soft chanting grew from small to large, instantly resounding throughout heaven and earth!
A burst of brilliant golden light shot out, blinding everyone. Like a sky full of Buddhist flames burning everything, it engulfed all the darkness in front of it, creating a gigantic golden ball of light in mid-air. Such a magnificent scene was truly rare in the world, and everyone above the sea of clouds was shaken, awestruck by the unparalleled power of Buddhism.
This was also the first time Hongyu had witnessed the true great supernatural powers of Buddhism, and a hint of respect flashed across her face.
Faced with the overwhelming golden light, the Beast God finally stood up straight, a hint of solemnity flashing across his face. After all, this power could dissolve his malevolent aura.
The seemingly invincible Buddhist power in the sky suddenly paused. Amidst the golden light filling the sky, a black line suddenly appeared. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that the Beast God had gently held back the overwhelming Buddhist light with a single finger.
An extremely fine black line. The Buddha's light filled the sky, likely stretching for dozens of miles. Yet that single black line was only as thick as a human finger. But for some reason, everyone saw it with extraordinary clarity, as if it had pierced the very souls of the onlookers. And that black line, upon closer inspection, was actually a condensed mass of black mist.
Master Puhong's expression changed drastically, and he let out a low growl, as if he had encountered some kind of great resistance.
The Buddha's light filling the sky grew even more dazzling. Even the surrounding cultivators felt an urge to kneel down and devote themselves to Buddhism. However, this feeling was never quite complete. That wisp of black line was like a thorn in their hearts, leaving everyone with a lingering sense of unease.
Master Puhong's expression grew even more grim. No matter how hard he tried, the boundless Buddhist light could not cross that one step, blocked by that wisp of black mist. The crucial point was that the wisp of black mist moved.
Contrary to popular belief, the black mist, carrying unparalleled power, forcefully pierced through the Buddha's light. Instead, the wisp of black mist, like real fog, flowed crookedly and meanderingly within the overwhelming Buddha's light. It was as if there were some tiny gaps in the Buddha's light, and the fluid black mist, being all-pervasive, always managed to seep in through those tiny gaps.
In the presence of thousands of cultivators, the wisp of black mist, seemingly slow but actually fast, pierced through the golden light and gently touched Pu Hong's forehead.
In an instant, Puhong's expression changed drastically. His face contorted with rage, a violent rage radiating from it. The next second, his expression returned to normal. However, he coughed up blood, which directly stained the Great Compassion Golden Wheel before him. The countless gods and Buddhas in the sky also dissipated.
A murmur of astonishment rippled through the crowd of cultivators. After all, Pu Hong's earth-shattering attack had captivated countless cultivators, who believed it would surely secure victory. However, this powerful and unparalleled strike had been shattered by a single finger from his enemy...
All the cultivators present felt a sense of despair. Seeing that his side's morale was low, Dao Xuan had no choice but to step forward.
Not far away, the water unicorn, which had been on guard, also rose up in response. Dao Xuan stepped into the void and stood on the back of the water unicorn, looking at the beast god from afar.
The crowd, especially the disciples of Qingyun Sect, cheered. The water unicorn had spat out an ancient, celestial sword, which fell into Dao Xuan's hands. At the same time, a faint, yet palpable, pressure emanated from the entire Qingyun Mountain.
The appearance of the Immortal Execution Sword revitalized the previously low morale of the army. After all, the cultivators on their journey had grown up listening to the legends of the Immortal Execution Sword. This immortal sword was essentially the stabilizing force of the Central Plains cultivation world.
A beam of light flowed from the legendary ancient sword, gently trickling down like water, and reached Dao Xuan Zhenren. Amidst the cheers and shouts of the crowd, the moment Dao Xuan Zhenren grasped the hilt, his body trembled slightly for some reason. Then, with renewed strength, he firmly and resolutely gripped the Zhuxian Ancient Sword in his hand.
"A divine sword bestowed by heaven, to slay evil spirits!"
Dao Xuan Zhenren remained composed, his expression serene. Holding the Zhuxian sword, he pointed it directly at the Beast God before him, speaking calmly. In the eyes of countless onlookers, he appeared as an unapproachable immortal. Of all the onlookers, only Hongyu vaguely noticed that although Dao Xuan's spiritual power was concealed, it was surging abnormally. This meant that Dao Xuan was currently in a state of extreme strain.
Remembering Lu Xuan's earlier statement that the Zhuxian Sword wasn't a precious celestial treasure but a demonic sword, Hongyu vaguely understood something. He turned to inform his disciples.
"Let our men retreat further away."
"Sword energy soaring to the sky" is usually an adjective. However, in the world of fantasy and martial arts, it's not impossible.
The current state of the Zhuxian Sword in conjunction with the Zhuxian Sword Formation on Qingyun Mountain is as follows.
The moment the Zhuxian Ancient Sword appeared, the Beast God's face displayed an unprecedentedly solemn expression.
At the summit of Tongtian Peak, a solemn and dignified atmosphere prevailed. Not only was the righteous path utterly silent, but even the dark mass of demonic beasts ahead seemed to sense something, falling silent and raising their heads to gaze at the sky.
Standing atop the massive head of the skeletal monster, the Beast God's vibrant silk robes fluttered gently in the wind. His face appeared youthful, but his eyes held the gaze of someone who had weathered countless storms. He, too, watched the grand sword formation gradually materializing in the sky.
A majestic purple aura first rose from the back of Tongtian Peak in Qingyun Mountain. Then, the remaining six peaks erupted in succession. These were streams of extremely pure spiritual energy, directly drawn from the spiritual veins of Qingyun Mountain.
Spiritual energy surged skyward, appearing suddenly in this vast world like a colossal purple pillar reaching to the heavens and the earth. Only the purple aura could be seen rising and surging. As it broke through the air, it ultimately converged upon the ancient sword that resembled stone yet was not.
The Immortal Execution Sword lit up. Even from a great distance, countless human beings could still sense that high above, something within that ancient sword seemed to have been stirred, slowly awakening from its long slumber.
The next second, sword energy soared into the sky, traversing the heavens.
The Beast God's pupils reflected the endless sword shadows of the entire sky. After watching for a long while, he nodded, his expression solemn, and sighed:
"Truly a masterpiece of craftsmanship! I never imagined that the Central Plains would possess such an extraordinary figure. To be able to gather the spiritual energy of the mountain and create such a peerless sword formation. It's truly remarkable! But are you sure you can really wield this sword?"
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Chapter 457 Human strength has its limits