SWDnovel Chapter 135 Breaking Free
Chapter 135 Breaking Free
"Zhiyuan!"
On the stands
Huiyin's eyes were bloodshot, and salty water spurted from his mouth with his roar.
"You damned scoundrel! How dare you harm my disciples of Da Ruo Temple! You will be punished with the most horrible tortures: having your heart ripped out, your liver ripped out, your legs broken, your hands smashed, your tongue ripped out, your eyes gouged out, and your ears ripped out!"
Gazing at the angry, ferocious yet compassionate Immovable Wrathful King, Huiyin felt as if his entire body was burning with rage, and his blood rushed to his head.
How could this not infuriate him?
Zhiyuan, who was originally highly regarded and regarded as his successor, was actually killed by Huikong's disciple, and even the incomplete Immovable Wrathful True Mantra was absorbed by him!
Although none of the six abbots could integrate the six aspects to condense the form of the Holy Mother of Salvation, they were able to join forces to briefly manifest most of the power of the Holy Mother of Salvation.
Even though its power was seven-tenths weaker, it was still more ferocious than the incomplete original form that Zhifeng had condensed by burning everything, not to mention Fang Hongxuan's immovable and wrathful true form.
With all this in mind, they naturally have no fear of accidents, since everything is under their control!
As for why they were so certain that Fang Hongxuan was the murderer of Zhiyuan, the fundamental reason was that apart from Daruo Temple, neither Huikong nor Cangzhou had the lineage of the Immovable Wrathful Deity Mantra.
Moreover, this incomplete Immovable Wrathful King is like a parasite, transferring from the victim to the murderer.
*Whoosh...whoosh...*
The rope transformed into a coiled dragon and snake, carrying endless resentment and evil energy that completely surrounded the Buddha Mother.
The Buddha Mother deity, holding a lasso in one hand and making a claw with the other, lunges directly at the Vidyaraja deity.
As for Zhifeng and Fang Hongxuan, who are subordinates of the two main figures, they are still engaged in fierce battle.
'Clang'
Both of their eyes were filled with violence and murderous intent.
"Hahaha...That was great! Let's do it again!"
Covered in blood, Zhi Feng deflected Fang Hongxuan's fierce slash with his chipped Zen staff, then picked up a piece of Xuan Tie that was already overburdened and threw it toward Fang Hongxuan.
Fang Hongxuan, who was originally a blood gourd, has now stabilized.
His black clothes were stained with blood, and hissed as he stomped. Although most of his imposing aura had already dissipated, the sharpness in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest.
Two flashes of light pierced through the air, and the fragment of black iron the size of a door panel was cut straight through.
However, hidden behind the fragments was Zhifeng, who was about to launch an attack. He was full of excitement, and his blood-stained staff whistled through the air as he swung it down with boundless killing intent.
With his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to rise, how could Fang Hongxuan possibly evade the situation?
If you were hit hard, you'd probably be half-dead, if not dead.
"Hahaha...Executed!"
As the staff drew ever closer, Fang Hongxuan gradually fell silent.
"Am I going to die here...?"
On the stands
Dao Yuan was very close and was about to make a move to kill Zhi Feng on the Yanwu Platform.
However, at that moment, an inexplicable chanting sound resounded throughout the surrounding area, and the monks around were struck as if by lightning.
"What...is that...?"
『Nangmo...Siddhi...Siddhi...Susidhi...』
『Siddhi Gara...Rayaksha...Sammo Masili...Ajaya Siddhi...Vasva...』
Everyone, including the six abbots in the stands and Daoyuan, seemed to feel the crackling and burning sound of the soul-scorching flames and the rumbling explosions in the void.
The Immovable Wrathful King transformed into the great dragon Kurikara, who swallowed the Great Wisdom Sword, its four legs tightly wrapped around it.
He glared angrily at Zhifeng, who was about to make his move.
The overwhelming force, as if the heavens and earth were being created, pressed down on Zhi Feng, who was almost in front of Fang Hongxuan, rendering him unable to move.
Boom!
The Great Wisdom Sword stirred up endless gales, nearly blowing Fang Hongxuan off the stage.
Then, the dragon-entwined sword cleaved the Holy Mother of Salvation in two before slowly disappearing.
『Namo Samanta...Mudhanam...Wajila...Lanhan...』
The earth-shaking chanting of Buddhist hymns rose again.
The Immovable Wrathful King, who originally had one face and two arms, has now manifested as having three faces and four arms!
He held a lasso and a great sword in his arms, severing the struggling body of the Holy Mother of Salvation, and forcibly ripped off her body, stuffing it into his own mouth.
At this moment, the three faces of the Immovable Wrathful King were clearly depicted as those of greed, ignorance, and anger.
"What is this...?"
On the field, only Daoyuan had a gloomy expression, staring intently at the immovable and wrathful form of the deity, whose face was full of greed and enjoyment.
As for Fang Hongxuan, who had long lost his sense of self and was now emaciated, he frantically slashed at Zhifeng. How could Zhifeng, who was restrained at every turn, possibly resist or fight back?
Furthermore, more than half of its own essence and blood had already been burned away, and the Holy Tara that it had manifested had been completely devoured by the Immovable Wrathful King.
In just a few rounds, the strong and robust Zhi Feng was beheaded with a single blow.
The head that flew up did not show disbelief or resentment, only relief and a faint smile remained.
Thick blood spurted from his neck, drenching Fang Hongxuan's face.
However, at this moment, he grabbed Zhifeng's mangled body and instantly absorbed all of his remaining essence and blood.
Only in this way could his nearly withered body regain its vitality.
"Heavens! Senior Brother Zhifeng has also fallen to his blade!"
"What...what exactly does this person intend to do?!"
In an instant, all the monks were shaken to their core, their legs trembling, and they were speechless with shock.
On the platform, Hui Du's eyes were bloodshot, and his beard and hair stood on end. Behind him, the Six Aspects were coiled, and a phantom image of the Immovable Wrathful King himself appeared behind him.
"This old monk wants you dead!"
Hui Du, filled with boundless rage, soared into the sky and leaped straight toward Fang Hongxuan on the Yanwu Platform.
He would not act rashly. All of this was merely to temporarily lull the other abbots into a false sense of security so that he could go on stage and devour the Immovable Wrathful King Dao Fruit from Fang Hongxuan!
In fact, even the Immovable Wrathful Deity Mantra in the Scripture Pavilion was carefully placed there by him, with the purpose of enticing exceptionally talented disciples to cultivate it, and then devouring it when the time was right.
"Junior brother...you!"
The other four people were all shocked and speechless.
Only Huijing closed her eyes and sighed, her face showing sorrow.
At that moment, Daoyuan behind the abbot kept changing his hand seals and murmured almost inaudible Sanskrit chants.
Jinding Mountain
The imposing and magnificent statue of Tara first cracked, then completely scattered.
An inexplicable pressure permeated the entire mountain range.
"Buzz..."
The leaden clouds, which had not yet dissipated, darkened even further, and an indescribable fear spread across the faces of the monks.
Those who vanquish demons are destined to become new demons themselves; this was predetermined long ago.
Regardless of the specific deity's mantra, its essence is murder, destruction of heaven and earth, and extinction of life.
After all, only by using violence to suppress violence and evil to combat evil can temporary peace be achieved.
Since all the Buddhas in the world have vanished without a trace, these various visualizations of deities naturally become tainted with all sorts of evil thoughts from the world...
Bodhi has no tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand... That is exactly right!
"What...the Buddha Mother has awakened!"