Young White Horse: I, Ye Dingzhi, offer sacrifice to the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

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Mo Yi once again channeled all his inner strength, forcibly increasing his speed, but even he felt somewhat strained at this moment.

In the darkness, the group hurried on, but the chanting of sutras, coming from an unknown source, followed them relentlessly, growing louder and louder, and they began to smell the incense from the temple.

Suddenly, Mo Yi stopped running.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Se asked, half asleep and half awake.

Now he's just an ordinary person. He'd expended too much energy before, and now he simply couldn't go on anymore.

No one speaks.

Xiao Se suddenly woke up and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone was still around him. Then he noticed that everyone's eyes were fixed on the front.

He followed the gaze of the crowd, and instantly his pupils contracted. All he saw was pitch blackness, but in the void, there were many red dots the size of flies trembling slightly.

"Buddhaya ~ Buddhaya ~ Maitreya ~ Narajinchi..." The chanting grew louder and louder.

Finally, the thing in the darkness slowly appeared. It was a Buddha, a giant Buddha with a tall body, but with extremely thin legs and a large belly.

The red dots Xiao Se saw in the darkness earlier were actually bundles of incense sticks inserted into the Buddha's body. These incense sticks, inserted into the Buddha's flesh, trembled as the Buddha's enormous body swayed.

The towering Buddha statue surrounded by white smoke should have exuded an ethereal aura, but when the environment is changed to the pitch-black waves of the sea, it becomes a completely different story.

There was not just one, but seven such Buddhas, standing side by side, swaying as they floated toward the crowd.

They swayed left and right with simple, repetitive steps, their expressions neither quite human nor quite human, their expressions a mixture of laughter and anger.

When fully exposed to the moonlight, everyone saw the appearance of the head Buddha.

Baili Dongjun recognized the Buddha. Decades ago, when he drew his sword into the clouds, the faint shadow behind the clouds resembled the Buddha's figure.

“Amitabha, benefactor, your mind is not at peace.”

Baili Dongjun looked up at the at least four-meter-tall flesh-bodied Buddha before him: "You dare call yourselves Buddhas? You trash who worship monsters!!"

“Benefactor, this humble monk does not know what you are talking about. Your heart is afflicted, so let this humble monk perform a ritual to help you find peace.”

After the Buddha finished speaking, he clasped his hands together heavily, and the sound of flesh tearing rang out. One after another, hands without skin and flesh swayed and grew out from behind him.

In an instant, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, the seven Buddhas had transformed into seven terrifying, flesh-and-blood thousand-armed Buddhas.

"Young brother, may I borrow your Wuji Staff?"

Baili Dongjun took the Wuji Staff and twirled it several times. Although his fists were more powerful, he had to be extremely careful when dealing with this kind of monster.

No one knows what might happen if flesh and blood were to come into contact with such a disgusting thing.

However, even if nothing happened, he didn't want to touch those monsters who called themselves Buddhas.

"kill!!!"

Baili Dongjun roared, and his inner force exploded on the Wuji Staff, smashing fiercely towards the terrifying and horrifying Thousand-Handed Buddha of flesh and blood.

"Boom!!!"

A deafening roar erupted.

Even the waves below were smashed by this blow, creating a crater tens of meters wide!

The puddle didn't immediately fill with seawater; instead, it remained hollow!

Despite the overwhelming power of the staff, the surrounding chaos did not affect the Buddhas; they stood there like rocks on the waves.

No matter how great the storm, it still stands firm.

"Gossip!"

Mo Yi swept his hands together, and a huge Bagua symbol flew out at lightning speed, skimming the waves and heading towards the Buddha with afterimages.

"Hey!" The giant Buddha's palm slammed down, instantly stirring up waves.

However, the intangible Bagua completely ignored this attack, emerging directly from the back of the palm and lunging towards the Buddha's terrifying face.

When the Eight Trigrams were fully absorbed into the mind of a Buddha, his towering figure began to sway, his enormous hands waving about as if swatting away flies...

However, this did not work. After a short while, the giant Buddha fell heavily to the ground, his facial features began to melt, and his body, which should have been unaffected, began to distort along with the surrounding illusions.

"It works!" Lei Wujie's face lit up with joy.

This is the first time that it has been effective against these bizarre monsters.

“Physical attacks are useless against these things,” Mo Yi said in a deep voice, then cast another Bagua spell.

"Bang bang bang!!" The remaining six Buddhas quickly formed a circle back to back, then slammed their hands together like stone blocks onto the sea, and began chanting the difficult-to-understand Buddhist scriptures.

"Tathagata Adora ~ Samadhi ~ Sambodhi ~..."

As soon as the chanting began, everyone immediately noticed that something was wrong with the Bagua diagram in the void; the lines that made up the Bagua began to twist involuntarily.

Seeing this, Mo Yi unleashed his inner strength, causing a series of explosions in the void.

With the support of internal energy, the Bagua formation was barely maintained, and it rushed towards one of the Buddha statues.

With a crash of waves, another Buddha statue fell into the dark sea, but this was the limit of what Mo Yi could do.

Amidst the resounding chanting, Mo Yi continued to urge the Bagua symbols to twist and shatter one by one.

Seeing that the Eight Trigrams were no longer useful, Mo Yi stopped expending her inner strength.

After such a long battle, he had very little internal energy left.

First, he fought a great battle with Baili Dongjun, and then he spent a lot of energy treating Xiao Se and Li Hanyi.

In addition, he then led everyone on a long flight away from Penglai Island.

Now it's another fierce battle.

Even if the true energy within him is as vast as the sea, it will eventually dry up.

The remaining five Thousand-Hand Buddhas staggered over, slowly raised their giant hands, and clasped them together, standing in a row in front of Baili Dongjun and the others.

"Amitabha Buddha, if the Buddha is not as good as hell, then who will go to hell?"

"Then let Buddha guide you."

Baili Dongjun looked up at the Buddha, but because he was facing away from the moon, he could not see the faces of these giant Buddhas.

All he could see were the tentacled hands behind them and their enormous, dark heads.

There was also a strange smell on them, a mixture of blood and incense.

Baili Dongjun took a few steps back, but then stopped.

Behind them were Sikong Changfeng, Li Hanyi, and others; he could not retreat.

"If you truly care about me, then how about letting us leave? Aren't monks supposed to be compassionate? What's wrong with letting us go?"

“It is precisely because of our compassion that we monks strive to help our benefactors escape the sea of ​​suffering.”

"It's extremely hypocritical."

With a resolute gesture, Baili Dongjun reached behind him and grasped the Wuji Staff.

With a creaking sound, the enormous Buddha bent down, blocking the moonlight above Baili Dongjun's head, and an immense pressure swept over him.

Baili Dongjun could sense that in the darkness, the eyes of the Buddha, as large as lanterns, were looking at him.

Just then, a chilling sword aura struck, hitting the Buddha on the head with a crisp clang.

Li Huowang and the Thousand-Handed Buddha of Flesh and Blood looked in that direction at the same time and saw Li Hanyi standing in the distance, holding the Iron Horse Ice River in her hand.

"Dongjun! Run!!!" More sword energy flew towards this side, striking the Buddha and making a series of crisp sounds, but without causing any damage, not even a scratch.

"Amitabha... The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore." The Thousand-Armed Buddha of Flesh and Blood clasped his enormous hands together heavily, and his slender legs gently squatted down before giving a powerful push.

With a deafening roar, the towering figure of the Thousand-Handed Buddha of Flesh and Blood soared into the air, then crashed down like a boulder, creating a large crater in the waves. His massive figure slammed heavily behind Li Hanyi and the others.

Seeing the frail Li Hanyi standing beside the Buddha, barely reaching his stomach, Baili Dongjun's expression contorted with rage as he hysterically shouted, "Stop!!!"

"boom!"

A staff, carrying boundless fury, slammed down.

Chapter 94 Atop Kunlun Mountain, a Sword Pierces the Sky!

"clang!!!"

The melodious sound, like the tolling of bells, resounded throughout the entire sea.

Even the flesh-and-blood Thousand-Hand Buddha, who was previously immune to any physical attacks, was shaken at this moment, and the large hand that was grabbing at Li Hanyi froze.

"run!!!"

Baili Dongjun roared and swung his Wuji Staff at the Buddha once more.

The blow landed squarely on the body of the Thousand-Handed Buddha, the force of which even tore open Baili Dongjun's tiger's mouth, drawing blood.

However, Baili Dongjun felt no pain at all, and just mechanically swung the Wuji Staff, trying to block the Buddha's movements.

A simple physical attack would not cause any harm to these Buddhas; at most, it would only make them tremble.

Just as the Buddha's large hand was about to touch Li Hanyi, Li Hanyi's aura suddenly changed, becoming cold and sinister, with purple demonic energy surging from her eyes.

"How could such a physique be born in this mortal world?"

A flesh-and-blood thousand-armed Buddha looked at Li Hanyi, who had completely changed, with a tone of surprise and doubt.

Throughout the entire process, the Buddha's expression remained unchanged, full of compassion, as if he had the world in his heart.

This was the first time the expression on the Buddha's face had changed.

Even though Mo Yi had previously used the Eight Trigrams to kill a flesh-and-blood Thousand-Armed Buddha, the faces of these Buddhas remained unchanged.

“Amitabha! You have a connection with Wanyang Temple. Please come with us to Wanyang Temple.”

These words startled everyone present.

"Not good! These evil Buddhas want to kidnap Master!" Lei Wujie clenched his fists. At this moment, he wished he had invincible power to beat all these bald monks to a pulp.

"I will never let you take the winter clothes away," Baili Dongjun said coldly.

The next moment, Baili Dongjun's figure flashed, and he charged straight at the strange Buddha with his staff, just like when he lost all his power but still dared to wield his sword and slash at Yunwu 23.

The long staff exploded in the air like a flower.

One stick flower, two stick flowers, three stick flowers!

Flashing into ten or a hundred flowers.

Thousands upon thousands!

Once the staff is unleashed, it has no bounds, no end, it is without limit.

Wuji One Strike!

What is Wuji (the ultimate void)?

Knowing the white, yet guarding the black, one becomes a model for the world. By becoming a model for the world, one's constant virtue remains unwavering, and one returns to the boundless.

It is endless, infinite, and also empty.

Everything is contained within it.

Everything is in vain.

It is emptiness, and it is also misfortune.

When Baili Dongjun struck with his staff, he severed people's will to live. Many people had already died before the Wuji Staff even hit them.

However, this blow was not aimed at a person.

Instead, they are terrifying gods and Buddhas.

The Buddha, struck by the Wuji Staff, only swayed slightly before regaining his balance and raising his large hand to strike Baili Dongjun.

Other Buddhas also joined in, forming a net that completely trapped Baili Dongjun!

Baili Dongjun looked at the giant hand that surrounded the void and almost completely blocked out the moonlight, and wanted to strike it with his staff again.

However, he had no internal energy left, and like Mo Yi, he was completely exhausted.

As the large hand drew ever closer, Baili Dongjun couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

Suddenly, a cold figure flashed in front of Baili Dongjun, the long sword in his hand exuding a chilling aura and a murderous intent.

"die!"

Li Hanyi coldly shouted, and several sword energies condensed from the Iron Horse Ice River in his hand, slashing towards the Buddha.