"I'm probably thinking too much."
"If it's really as I've guessed, this calamity will shake the myriad worlds. It's an unprecedented change!”
"Amitabha..."
Xu Changsheng put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha.
[Ding-dong. The host has killed Yaksha King. The reward is 60,000,000 Cultivation Points!]”
The system notification echoed in Xu Changsheng's ears.
He didn't care. He turned his gaze and looked at the battle below.
With the help of the purple-gold dragon-scale staff, the Dragon Pool of Ten Thousand Spirits, and other Buddhist treasures, the four women successfully defended the Wu Ling Country.
The natural moat that Bai Suzhen had carved with the Buddha Heart Dragon Bone Sword was now almost filled with the corpses of the zombies.
Half of the 300,000 zombie army was left.
"The Yaksha King is already dead, but you still refuse to come to your senses and harm the common people.”
Xu Changsheng sat on the clouds and his majestic voice came down from the nine heavens.
"Roar…"
"Kill!!"
Among the zombie army, there was a Corpse King with a high cultivation level. He raised his head and roared, letting out a hoarse voice.
Their corpses were sentient and had long gained intelligence. They had been raised by Yaksha King to become bloodthirsty and were the devils among devils.
"How dare you!"
"This poor monk will subdue all of you today and suppress you in the eighteen levels of hell.”
"Stop!" Xu Changsheng shouted. He stood up and took a big step forward. He grabbed at the air with his hand.
"Sword!"
The Buddha Heart Dragon Bone Sword in Bai Suzhen's hand trembled.
"The holy monk is retracting his sword!"
Bai Suzhen's expression changed. She quickly let go of her hand and let the Buddha Heart Dragon Bone Sword fly toward Xu Changsheng.
Xu Changsheng caught the Buddha Heart Dragon Bone Sword with his right hand. He clenched his fingers and held the sword tightly.
The Buddha Heart Dragon Bone Sword was connected to Xu Changsheng's mind. Even though they were thousands of miles apart, he could still control it like an arm.
“唵! Ah! Tail! Roar!吽!佉! Left! Luo!"
Xu Changsheng chanted the Manjusri Eight Character Mantra, and the sound of Sanskrit lingered in the air.
His left hand formed a seal with one palm. It was clean and neat. His five fingers moved and changed eight times in a row. The curse and seal were perfectly combined.
His right hand held the Palm Buddha Heart Sword and placed it horizontally in front of him.
A pair of clear and deep Buddha eyes looked down.
"Manjushri Sword Art, Slay the Devil, Exterminate!”
After Xu Changsheng finished forming the seal, his left hand swept across the body of the Buddha Heart Dragon Bone Sword.
With the support of the mysterious Buddhist Dharma, the profound and complicated Sanskrit symbols of the Manjushri Mantra appeared on the Buddha Heart Dragon Bone Sword.
In the 33rd Heaven, Manjushri, one of the Four Great Bodhisattvas, held the Vajra Sword in his right hand.
He was the most proficient in sword arts among the many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
Xu Changsheng used the Manjushri Mantra to enhance his swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship instantly became unfathomable.
He held the Buddha Heart Dragon Bone Sword in his right hand and stabbed forward. A frosty white sword light shot out.
The sword light quickly split in midair.
One split into two, two split into four, four split into sixteen, sixteen split into two hundred and fifty-six.
After another division, the 256 sword energies became 65536!
Xu Changsheng's seemingly ordinary stab was accompanied by a vast expanse of white sword radiance that shot down like frost.
No matter how many zombies there were, they would not be enough for Xu Changsheng to kill.
Under the profound and wonderful Manjusri Sword Art, all the remaining zombies were destroyed without exception!
The system notifications kept ringing in Xu Changsheng's ears.
Every time he killed a zombie, he would obtain cultivation points.
If these cultivation points could be displayed in the form of numbers, then on the battlefield, the zombies would be like mowing grass, falling in batches, and the cultivation points would float red and continue to rise.
Xu Changsheng's Manjusri Sword Technique wiped out the remaining zombies.
His cultivation points skyrocketed.
The cultivation points on the attribute panel were like taking a plane. The numbers kept refreshing and increasing.
In the end, Xu Changsheng had accumulated a total of 200 million Cultivation Points!
Everyone was a little stunned and did not come back to their senses.
Yaksha King led an army of 400,000 zombies and attacked. It was a world-destroying crisis.
Just like that... Xu Changsheng settled it?
He couldn't believe it!
No one from the Wu Ling Country died, but the enemy was completely wiped out.
After a short silence, everyone cheered and jumped for joy. They shouted Xu Changsheng's name and recited his honorific title.
The entire Wuling Country celebrated.
On the other side.
Shu Country, Mount Emei.
The Nether Spring Blood Demon finally showed up. The skulls gathered into a huge skull and attacked Mount Emei.
Demonic might towered into the sky and shook the heavens. Thick dark clouds covered the sky above Shu Country.
The huge skull was burning with demonic flames. It hung high in the sky and confronted the golden peak of Mount Emei.
"White-browed old man, a sanctimonious person, is he worthy of being a righteous bull? Hurry up and come out and accept your death!"
The Nether Spring Blood Demon let out a sharp and ear-piercing demonic sound.
Instantly, the millions of small skulls made of the giant skulls collided with each other, making cracking sounds as if they were mocking the white-browed ancestor.
"Blood God Scripture, Weeping Soul Myriad Soul Devouring Art!”
The Nether Spring Blood Demon channeled his dense and terrifying demonic energy, which surged like a tsunami and shot out like thousands of needles connecting skulls.
"Boom!"
The incomparably huge skull opened its mouth to gather power. It suddenly spat out a skull wrapped in blood-red demonic power. It dragged out a rolling red flame and crashed towards the Emei Golden Peak.
This attack fully displayed the Nether Spring Blood Demon's terrifying strength.
A meteorite like skull, carrying the power of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles, was about to destroy Emei in one fell swoop!
At the peak of Mount Emei, there were groups of palaces. Every building, from the smallest pavilion to the largest main hall, was dazzling.
Even from afar, it looked as if there were thousands of golden lights blooming at the top of the Emei Mountain, so it was also called the Emei Golden Peak.
In the Golden Summit Hall, a fat old man wearing a white robe and a white hood opened his eyes. His beard and long eyebrows were white, and he was fluttering in the wind.
"It's the Nether Spring Blood Demon. He can't help but show himself!”
The white-browed ancestor shouted in a low voice. A white figure bloomed from his body and projected into the sky above the Emei Golden Peak. It was indomitable and had a grand Dharma Idol.
"Heavenly Mirror!"
The white-browed ancestor shouted loudly. With a flip of his hand, a mysterious light flashed, and the outline of a mirror vaguely appeared.
His white robe fluttered in the wind as he lifted the Supreme Heavenly Mirror's translucent shadow with one hand and blocked the attack.
The Nether Spring Blood Demon's aggressive attack fell from the nine heavens like a meteorite, directly crashing towards the Grand Heavenly Mirror!
The moment they collided, the world shook.
Tens of thousands of waves and billions of lights exploded.
However, no matter how terrifying the Nether Spring Blood Devil's attack was, it was easily resolved by Elder White Eyebrow.
The white-browed ancestor withdrew his Dharma Idol. His original body flashed with golden light and was still sitting in the vast and sacred golden hall.
Elder White Eyebrow said,"Heavenly Thunder Dual Swords Swords, Cloud Seven Sons, and three thousand Gold Core disciples, follow me to Conch Valley to subdue the demons!"”
As soon as the decree was issued, all the disciples of Emei agreed.
The white-browed forefather rose into the air, his hands behind his back, his white robe fluttering in the wind as he flew out of the palace.
Instantly, the sword hummed continuously.
The three thousand Emei disciples above the Golden Elixir Realm all drew their flying swords. Led by the Heavenly Thunder Dual Swords and the Cloud Seven Disciples, they followed closely behind the white-browed ancestor.
On the Golden Peak of Emei, sword lights shot out like rainbows. The figures of sword immortals were swift and fierce, but they did not lose their elegance!
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PS: It was different from the movie, such as the 3,000 Jindan Stage disciples.
In addition, the visual presentation of this movie really satisfied my fantasy!
He had thought that this was the beginning of a fantasy movie, but it had reached its peak.
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