Chapter 189: Kill the demons; destroy the Buddha; the lives of the people are at stake; I will bear
Chapter 189: Kill the demons; destroy the Buddha; the lives of the people are at stake; I will bear half of the burden of life for you
Rumble!
The sound of dragon roars echoed from the mountains, resounding throughout the sky and the earth. At this moment, the dormant dragon veins in the millions of miles of Mangshan Mountain Range awakened because of Mu Wushuang alone, as if countless real dragons lurking in the mountains were roaring.
In an instant, a hazy figure stood above the earth like an immortal emperor, with a starry sky above his head. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the distant Shouyang Mountain, a sacred mountain where it was rumored that a peerless human king had once stayed.
Surrounded by divine light, Mu Wushuang had an indifferent expression. One of his hands seemed to encompass the heaven and earth, and the other hand held up the towering Shouyang Mountain, and then he left.
During this entire process, many cultivators, including the old man in ancient robes, simply bowed their heads, and no one dared to look up at the man in green.
However, within just a dozen days, the chariot carrying 800 soldiers of the Holy Emperor crossed Shenzhou, Kuabuzhou, stepped on Luzhou, and entered Hezhou. From then on, Ziwei was about to reunite.
Another day.
To the north of Hezhou, in front of the Tiandang Mountains bordering the Beihai Sea.
The ancient chariot flew across the sky, and behind it were the same eight hundred heavenly soldiers, whose might was even greater than before.
An old man dressed in feather robe and Taoist costume, exuding Taoist charm, stood on the top of Tiandang Mountain with a jade box in his hands.
"Your Majesty, the Heavenly Demon Alliance is willing to surrender. This is the supreme inheritance of the Heavenly Demon lineage. We are willing to present it to Your Majesty. I wish Your Majesty to be invincible in the starry sky and become the Supreme God Emperor!"
Click!
The jade box opened, revealing a dark golden bead that shone with a strange light.
"The previous leader was a traitor to the Heavenly Demon Alliance and has been killed by us. I hope Your Majesty will understand this!"
"The entire Heavenly Demon Alliance is willing to swear a solemn oath to follow the Divine Court for eternity and conquer the starry sky for Your Majesty until death!"
"I hope your majesty can forgive us."
The Taoist priest in feathered robes held the jade box in his hand, bowed down again, and knelt before the man in green on the chariot.
"Finished?"
Hundreds of miles apart, Mu Wushuang lowered his eyes to look at the Taoist priest and whispered four words:
"Then, die!"
The breeze that came out of his mouth turned into a terrifying hurricane. Wherever it passed, rocks collapsed and mountains fell.
Before the Taoist priest in feathered robes could react, he disappeared into the wind.
Along with the Tiandang Mountain beneath him, it disappeared into smoke.
"Lord of the Divine Court!!"
In the Tiandang Mountains, a young figure stepped into the air and rolled down, carrying with him the mountains that were millions of miles long.
"Brother is willing to surrender, the Heavenly Demon Alliance is willing to surrender, but you still want to kill them all? Then we will fight to the death!"
"Let's see if my countless years of heritage in the Heavenly Demon Alliance can break the tiger fangs of your Lord of the Divine Court!"
Boom boom!
The roars of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of great monsters echoed in the Tiandang Mountains, resounding throughout the sky and the earth. Countless figures of great monsters appeared in the millions of miles of Tiandang Mountains, and streaks of light mixed with rocks shot up into the sky.
In an instant, a hazy giant demon stood on Tiandang Mountain, with a starry sky above its head. It seemed to have gathered the power of thousands of giant demons. A huge demon palm stretched out and grabbed the chariot.
Surrounded by divine light, Mu Wushuang looked indifferent as he stared at the palm that was big enough to encompass the heaven and earth.
He stretched out his hand and grasped the dark yellow ancient banner.
"A fight to the death?"
Gently waving the ancient banner, it seemed as if all the laws of heaven and earth were exploding. In an instant, the ancient banner flew in the wind, occupying the sky, like a pillar that lasted forever. With just a press, the shadow of the great demon that covered the sky and the earth was shattered. Countless streams of light mixed with blood light scattered from the sky.
Mu Wushuang raised the ancient banner and stared at the Tiandang Mountains, which had been dyed red by the blood of all the monsters. His eyes were like the starry sky and the vast ocean.
"You are not worthy enough. Even if the Heavenly Demon Saint King comes, it won't work!"
A few whispers.
Above the earth and among the mountains, blood-red mist rose, covering the sky and the earth. The remaining souls wailed, turning into two colors and moving towards the ancient banner.
The patterns on the banner became more mysterious and brilliant, and the purple light surging on it became deeper and deeper.
As the wind blew, spots of black light appeared.
He withdrew his gaze from the earth and looked at the ancient banner that was becoming more and more mysterious.
He saw a vast sea of blood, and also endless faith, the sacred and the evil, wailing and prayers, all intertwined with each other, with bits of purple calamity light gestating among them.
Perhaps it felt Mu Wushuang's gaze, the banner covered Mu Wushuang's arm, rubbing it gently, with a sense of closeness and longing.
Mu Wushuang put away the ancient banner, held the chariot with one hand, and looked at the ruined earth. At the same time, the eight hundred soldiers of the Holy Emperor put away their swords again and gathered behind him.
"Next!"
The Taiyin War Puppet responded, pulled the chariot directly, and led the eight hundred soldiers of the Holy Emperor behind him, and disappeared into the sky.
Another three days passed.
The ancient chariot arrived to the west of Hezhou, and the golden maple leaves fluttered in the wind, rustling.
The westernmost place of Hezhou.
In the holy place of Ziwei Buddhism, a temple in the deepest part of Xiaoxitian was filled with people.
Each of them has kind eyes and exudes a kind and friendly aura.
Hey~
A low sigh came from the upper seat in the main hall of the temple.
"Did the Lord of the Divine Court really choose to massacre our Buddhist holy land?"
"Then we will continue to execute the plan from several years ago. Wasn't it a defensive backup plan made to deal with the current situation?"
"Having come this far, there is no way back for my Little West Heaven."
Voices were heard one after another in the temple, but what was the same was that every voice contained madness and murderous intent.
Sitting in the upper seat, a figure wearing an ancient cassock, with his hands tightly clasped together, his eyes seemed to be looking at the man in green who was driving a chariot straight into the westernmost part of Hezhou.
"continue!"
Just two short words, but they sounded like the angry eyes of a King Kong. The originally kind and gentle face was filled with coldness and murderous intent.
Along came the news that the man in blue was driving a chariot straight into the westernmost part of Hezhou.
The atmosphere in Xiaoxitian, a sacred Buddhist place that has stood for countless years, is becoming increasingly depressing.
Most of the Buddhist disciples know that not long ago, an ancient ancestor from Xiao Xitian was born and became one of the main forces in the siege and killing of the Lord of the Divine Court.
Now, the Lord of the Divine Court has started an extremely brutal massacre on the four continents of Ziwei. One major force after another has been destroyed, and millions of lives have died.
Such a scene would surely make the Buddhist disciples of Xiaoxitian terrified, fearing that they would become victims of the bloodshed.
He wanted to escape but there was nowhere to escape. After all, the curse that swept Ziwei happened ten days ago.
These days when there is no escape, no fight, no surrender, and no way to surrender really feel like years.
On this day, when they saw the ancient chariot speeding across the sky with eight hundred iron-blooded heavenly soldiers behind it, many Buddhist disciples seemed to have a feeling that "hard work will pay off".
Those days of waiting for death in agony are really too painful.
Are you going to be free now?
boom!
Endless lunar power rushed up into the sky, splitting the clouds and flooding the earth.
The magic circle protecting the city has not yet been activated.
The Taiyin War Puppet's claw fell and shattered the golden Buddha Mountain.
It left gullies tens of thousands of miles wide on the ground, pointing straight to the temples.
A ray of golden holy light appeared at this moment, trying to block the claw.
boom! Boom!
Amidst the huge roar, a large number of temples collapsed and shrill wails continued to be heard.
“Your Majesty the Divine Emperor, wait a minute.” An anxious voice came from the depths of Little Western Paradise.
What responded to him was the rapidly moving chariot and the slashing down of an even more dazzling ancient banner.
The purple light of disaster broke through the space, penetrated the void, and directly appeared in the depths of Xiao Xitian.
Boom! Swish!
The temple was reduced to ashes, the Buddha Mountain collapsed, and dozens of figures stumbled out.
Standing in the air, looking into Mu Wushuang's eyes.
The ancient banner was stained with blood, and there was an old monk with a kind face on it. The old monk had a pale face and a weak breath.
It seemed like he would die in the next moment.
Mu Wushuang looked at the old monk at this moment, frowning slightly. He sensed that the old man was connected to a dense network of causal lines numbering in billions.
In such a situation, even Mu Wushuang looked sideways, shocked by the cruelty of these old monks.
Sure enough, when it comes to cruelty, these bald-headed people who practice Buddhism and keep saying "Buddha has mercy" are the best in the world, even worse than the Duanmu clan of the Taiyin Divine Religion!
"God Emperor, let go of the abbot. Do you know the consequences of the abbot's death?" A middle-aged monk wearing an ancient cassock stood in the front, his voice calm but frantic.
"Hundreds of millions of people, nearly half of the people of Hezhou, will be buried with them."
"Don't disbelieve it. This is the heritage of my Little Western Paradise for countless years. The people of Hezhou are protected by my Buddhist sect and eat my Buddhist food. Naturally, they will give everything to my Buddhist sect."
"Including life!"
The sound was loud and unobstructed, spreading over a radius of hundreds of thousands and millions of miles, and seemed to echo throughout the entire Hezhou.
boom! boom!
Before Mu Wushuang could speak, the millions of people who were moved by the Buddhist sound looked at the sky in horror. In the past few years, Xiao Xitian had often donated food, which made the reputation of Xiao Xitian Buddhist holy land continue to rise in Hezhou and spread to other continents.
"Your Majesty, please let me live."
"Lord God Emperor, please don't kill him, save us."
"Woo woo, how could this be? Xiao Xitian is a holy place of Buddhism, and is worshipped by us all the time. How could this be possible?"
The voice of one person is the voice of ten thousand people, the voice of one million people, the voice of ten million people.
The roaring sound swept in from all directions.
At this moment, the crazy middle-aged monk laughed wildly, and seemed to feel that he had already controlled Mu Wushuang, the Lord of the Divine Court, and his voice became gentle.
"Your Majesty, we are only trying to protect ourselves. If you let us go, I, Xiao Xitian, am willing to swear a solemn oath to teach the people of the Divine Court wholeheartedly."
"We are helpless as the fate of the people has come to this. We hope that His Majesty the God Emperor will understand."
On the chariot, Mu Wushuang lowered his eyes.
I saw countless figures scattered across the vast land of Hezhou. They were all bowing their heads. There were old people, young children, and women. They were all at the bottom of this world, unable to control even their own life and death, and lived their lives in a daze.
Now, their lives and deaths were controlled by this group of self-proclaimed philanthropic old monks, who transformed them into the sharpest sword and stabbed Mu Wushuang.
At this moment, amid the kowtows of countless common people——
The magnificent Buddhist words suddenly sounded from an unknown place and entered Mu Wushuang's heart.
"Life and death are fierce, suffering is immeasurable, I develop a Mahayana mind, and help all beings. I am willing to suffer immeasurable suffering on behalf of all living beings, so that all living beings can finally be happy."
Mu Wushuang saw an old monk, wearing a wide cassock, with his chest exposed, a round face and long ears, a large seed bag on his back, and a string of rosary beads in his hand. He gave people a feeling of kindness, compassion and wisdom.
"My Buddha is merciful."
The old monk lowered his head, seemingly without any emotion due to the impending demise of his Taoist tradition.
"Ziwei is unified, and the four continents are united!"
"I hope Your Majesty can do great good for the world and bring eternal peace to all living beings and people."
"I am guilty and shall be condemned to the eighteenth level of hell. Your Majesty will have to take care of the actions of my followers in the future."
The old monk disappeared without any warning. Finally, his cloudy eyes looked at the man in green clothes, and it was as if a ray of light emerged and he saw the future.
The next moment, two rays of light flew from the deepest part of Xiao Xitian and fell into Mu Wushuang's palm.
There was an extra relic and a cloth bag on Mu Wushuang's palm. These were the relics and an artifact left behind by the ancient Buddha who founded Xiaoxitian in the past. They could be regarded as the most important inherited treasures of Xiaoxitian.
"Impossible, are those the ancestors' Vassa relics and cloth bag?"
The dozen monks on the opposite side looked at Mu Wushuang and said in a deep voice:
"This item is a relic of my Little West Heaven ancestor. Please return it to me, God Emperor."
Mu Wushuang withdrew his gaze from the relic and the cloth bag in his hand, and then looked towards a void. The next moment -
Click!
A slender jade hand tore open the void, and a graceful figure with purple hair and black skirt stepped out of the void, came to the chariot, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the young man in green.
It was the Divine Silkworm Princess.
At this moment, her slender hand gently held the boy's palm.
The beautiful eyes of the Divine Silkworm Princess stared closely at Mu Wushuang's eyes, and she spoke in a serious tone, word by word:
"Mu Wushuang, if you take action, I will bear half of the burden of billions of lives for you."
Mu Wushuang's eyes flashed with tenderness, and he smiled:
"I will bear all the consequences by myself, why do I need you to bear them for me?"
"I've said before that this trip is only to flatten Ziwei, so whoever stands in the way must die!"
"In the name of the Divine Emperor, I command the Nine Heavens. If there is cause and effect, I will take responsibility and protect the people of Hezhou!"
The next moment, he suddenly exerted force with his palm, and a purple light shone from the ancient banner, instantly destroying the old monk's body.
"Death is not the end. I promise you that one day I will allow you to share glory with my God!"
Just a moment after Mu Wushuang finished speaking, millions of people within a hundred thousand miles of Xiaoxitian collapsed to the ground as if their bones were pulled out, without a breath.
This situation, with Xiaoxitian as the center, continued to spread around.
In the wilderness, in the farmlands, and in the market towns, figures were dying one after another.
The wailing sounds echoed in the east, west, south, north and center of Hezhou, in Chuzhou, in Jingzhou, and in every corner of Hezhou.
kill!
Mu Wushuang's expression was cold, and his eyes were filled with endless murderous intent.
He jumped out of the chariot and wanted to kill all the Buddhist and Taoist disciples in Xiao Xitian with his fists, one by one, and then shatter this world and destroy everything.
The rolling fist wind instantly squeezed away the air within a million miles and crushed towards the middle-aged monk with almost boiling murderous intent.
Ah!
"Lord of the Divine Court, you actually dared to kill the host. How dare you do this? There are tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people!"
"With such bloody killings, how can your Divine Court stand above Ziwei!"
The middle-aged monk in a cassock screamed at the top of his lungs.
He could hardly believe what he saw before him. This was not just a million, but tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions.
If they were all killed, Hezhou, one of the four major continents of Ziwei, would be mostly destroyed.
Endless power of faith wanted to surge in his body, trying to block the punch.
However, at this moment, the power of faith from the people has become extremely weak.
As soon as it emerged from the body, it was dispersed by the aftermath of the fist.
boom!
The fist hit the middle-aged monk's body hard.
Crush its bones and muscles inch by inch.
Bang!
Blood-red fireworks bloomed in the sky.
Punch after punch, the bald heads were smashed to pieces; wailing and cursing echoed between heaven and earth.
Across the mountains and rivers, blood was falling and debris was falling to the ground.
Every time a punch lands, not only does it cause the withering of life, but it also causes the entire land of Xiaoxitian to be destroyed and turned into ashes.
During this process, Mu Wushuang protected the souls of those bald men. It was not because he didn't want to kill them, but because he didn't want them to die too easily.
Along with them, the creatures of Hezhou were also dying in groups.
Mu Wushuang's punches became heavier each time.
The green robe was stained with blood. With Mu Wushuang's current state, he could still look down at the entire Hezhou -
Dense corpses covered the vast land.
Click!
Click!
At some point, thick dark clouds appeared in the sky, with lightning flashing in them like silver snakes.
Snapped!
Snapped!
The rain fell and the wind howled, as if the heaven and earth were mourning.
The Princess of the Divine Silkworm came to Mu Wushuang, stretched out her jade hand, held up Mu Wushuang's bloody fist, and used the corner of her clothes to wipe the blood off his fist.
"Wushuang, the fate of all the people of Hezhou has come to this point, and we are not wrong!"
"No need to comfort me, it's just a little bit of wind and frost!"
"I can bear all the causes and consequences and the resentment of all living beings."
"And death is not the end."
Mu Wushuang's face showed gentleness as he gently pulled back his fist that had been wiped clean.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"You said."
"Put away all the bodies, okay?"
"Uh-huh."
The Princess of the Divine Silkworm nodded, and looked at the Buddhist artifacts that appeared around Mu Wushuang again, and knew what he wanted to do.
This time she did not speak the same way as last time, because this so-called Buddhist holy land of Xiaoxitian was even more hateful than the Duanmu clan of the Taiyin Divine Sect.
Even the forces of the demon clan such as Jinwu and Tianyao League did not use such a ferocious move to threaten the Divine Court. Unexpectedly, the monks of Xiaoxitian, who were also of human origin and have always been known as the holy land of Buddhism, were so cruel.
This method is far inferior to the methods used by the vicious tribes that Princess Divine Silkworm had seen in ancient times to treat the human race.
Is this Buddhism?
At this moment, the Princess of the Divine Silkworm inexplicably thought of the monkey sitting on Mount Xumi in the Western Desert of Beidou.
Are the monkeys today really the same monkeys as in ancient times?
What happened in order to be able to move into the force left behind by an ancient Buddhist emperor and even become the leader?
At this moment, the Princess of the Divine Silkworm felt her heart was in turmoil. After a long silence, she sighed softly, then turned and left, ready to complete what Mu Wufang had just asked her to do.
At this moment, the Jade Butterfly of Creation reappeared at the center of Mu Wushuang's eyebrows. After a few breaths, a strange force, with Mu Wushuang as the center, spread to the entire Hezhou, and even the entire Ziwei.
(End of this chapter)