To kill a monk to take his karma, the spell seals the eyes and the mouth, and one can only kill a monk, not a person other than a monk, otherwise one’s karma will be destroyed.
This method uses Buddhist spiritual energy to stimulate oneself to a higher level. The more one practices this method, the lower one’s kung fu will be, and when it reaches the extreme, the opposite will happen, and one’s kung fu will soar.
This method was obtained by Qing Yu from the “Preceptor God’s Treasure Canon”. This book contains almost all the secrets of the Otherworldly Demon Realm, as well as a number of gong methods and techniques.
Basically, as long as it did not involve fundamental gong and body techniques, all the rest could be found in the “Preceptor Treasure Canon”.
“You —— are the monk-killing fanatic?!”
Some monks seemed to recognize Xiao Qiye’s murderous methods, pointing at him and shouting in shock and fear.
It was not recently that Xiao Qiye had undertaken the practice of ‘killing monks to obtain karma’, he had already started this hard practice before Qing Yu and Zhang Tian Shi discussed the Heavenly Miao Peak.
When Nalanda Temple attacked Dazen Temple, with the idea that someone else would take the blame anyway, Xiao Qiye was free to go on a killing spree, and on the way from the Western Region to Dazen Temple, many temples were quietly exterminated by him.
Until now, the cultivation of ‘killing monks to obtain karma’ has finally come full circle.
A sanguine blood aura steams from one spot on the surface of his body into a mist, within which wailing faces are hidden. Each of these faces was a person Xiao Qiye had killed, old or young, but all were members of the Buddhist sect.
“Boom…”
Powerful qi stirred and broke through the black cloth covering the eyes, revealing a pair of eyes with a ring of blood outside the pupils, a head of black hair dyed with blood, and a murderous aura.
And more intuitive than the change in appearance was his aura. The gong that rebounded from the touch of the earth broke open the door to the Tong Shen realm, the true dan shattered and merged into his torso, and the metamorphosis was completed in a flash.
In front of all eyes, in the midst of this killing field, Xiao Qiye, achieved Tong Shen.
“Bare ———”
With a somewhat ear-piercing scraping sound, the Hidden Blade Sword returned to its sheath, and Xiao Qiye’s hand gripped the hilt of the sword seemingly loosely and tightly.
“Zhantian–”
There was sword light, no, there was no sword light, and there was no sword sound, but before the words were finished, the Hidden Blade Sword was already out of its sheath and hanging low at his side.
“–drawing sword technique.”
As the last word fell, the surrounding monks split in two as far as they could, and with bewildered eyes, the smaller half of their upper bodies slid to the ground, while the rest of their bodies remained standing in place, seemingly oblivious.
The low-hanging Tibetan blade was unstained by blood, and Xiao Qiye once again returned his sword to its sheath, his body slightly encroaching forward.
The next sword would be aimed at the general phase.
“There is no need to intervene.” The Xuan Yin Sword Host said in a deep voice.
As he finished his words, Xuan Yin Swordsman’s sword armour appeared outside his body, and his attack became more and more fierce, similar to that of General Xiang, who had an attack but no defence.
The twelve Xuan Yin sword qi weaved back and forth, and the heavenly demon qi etched the bones and swallowed the souls of all the monks who died here.
“Xuan Yin Silent Sword.”
The demonic wind howled as countless demon souls and skeletons were incorporated into the Heavenly Demon Sword, and the dark green sword aura abruptly became pitch-black, a sword intent of extinguishing Buddha’s light bringing an apocalyptic aura.
“Clang…”
Another sword cut into the vajra of the general phase, but this time, the sword qi entered the bones, leaving deep wounds. What’s more, the Qi of Silence was like a maggot on the bone, repelling at the wound.
The Silent Demon Technique, a technique handed down by four generations of Heavenly Demons, is designed to restrain the martial arts of the Buddhist sect. Although Xuan Yin Jian Su does not have the Silent Demon Qi in his body, he can still exert a considerable amount of restraining power.
Not to mention, there are also the Xuan Yin Su Su Sword and the Heavenly Demon God Slaying Method, two of the most Yin and evil techniques. If one is strong enough, demonic techniques can also win over Buddhism.
After the weakening of the Silent Sword Intent, the Vajra Body of the General Phase was no longer sufficient to block the attacks of these two supremely evil techniques.
In a short time, several black sword marks were left on his body, and blood with a dark green tinge flowed from the wounds.
It was then that the battle began, with the Xuan Yin Swordsman gaining the upper hand.
The wounds on Banshee’s body were becoming more and more numerous, and even his golden body was contaminated, his defeat was already sealed. And, there was no way for him to escape.
Not to mention that Baoxiang was not good at lightning techniques, just the fact that Xiao Qiye was watching him was enough to kill his desire to escape. Even if he was a newly promoted Tong Shen, he would still have no problem stopping a defeated man.
“Bongsang, will be defeated.”
On a mound some twenty miles away from the Pure Yang Palace, the old monk slowly rose to his feet.
“The most powerful interfering in the battle of the juniors, Your Excellency, it is better to have some cheek.”
An inexplicable voice came from behind him, and Wu Lai’s mind moved slightly as a path of Buddhist light appeared around him, protecting himself.
“Buddha Qi, which Buddha friend is it?”
The figure not far away, although Wulai had not turned around, he could still detect the profound Sanskrit energy he possessed. Moreover, if he could come quietly to the vicinity, he must be no less powerful than himself.
Then the question arises, why would a Buddhist monk stop himself from saving someone? And why did he not know when there was a strong man in the Buddhist sect?
The gaze like a man’s back signified the ill-will of the visitor. This unknown Buddhist supreme power had actually developed a killing intent towards Wulai, who was also a member of the Buddhist sect, or an incomparably determined one.
“Sounding bells and incense pots surround the red dust, who comes on pilgrimage to realize the cause. When I go out of the temple, I meet evil spirits, and I scrape the blood from my body to serve the Buddhas. I am not a friend of the Buddha, but rather an enemy of the Buddha.”
The somewhat solemn voice took on a little laughter, but the murderous intent became more intense.
The breeze blew by, bringing a slight chill, and Wu Lai and the man stood one behind the other, silent. But in the invisible, the encounter was everywhere.
The dark battle of auras, the sparring of minds, was going on all the time.
“Crackle-”
A large tree not far away suddenly burst open, the body of the tree, which one person might not even be able to hold in a hug, burst into countless powder in an instant, fluttering in the air.
It was as if a switch had been flipped, and the gra*s, trees, land, and a few insects that hadn’t had time to escape the area either burst open, tore apart, or were crushed into a ball by an invisible force.
They both fought with the invisible power of their minds, either as blades or as swirling waves.
The Dharma Sangha is a great Buddhist sect that cultivates the path of the mind and the spirit, and as Abbot, Wu Lai can be said to have reached the pinnacle of this path. But today, the unknown strongest man fought him back and forth, and for a while there was no difference between them.
“Om.”
Although the sound was faint, to the ears of those at the back of the room, it was like a loud bell, making their six senses unstable and their minds difficult to continue.
Taking advantage of the momentary gap, Wu Lai drifted around, and the supreme divine kung fu of the Dharma Sangha Temple, the “Mahayana Heavenly Buddha Record”, was already used.
“Mahayana Heavenly Wheel.”
The power of supreme mindfulness and divine consciousness converged into a glazed Buddha statue, and in one pair of Buddha’s hands, a Buddha wheel like a six-leaf golden lotus turned, confusing all the senses and disordering the six senses.
And in response to this move, a huge Buddha’s palm that pushed across the world.
