r to what the two ghost cultivators did. In the cultivation world, sometimes it's not just about being strong enough to get things done.After killing a large number of zombies, Lu Xiaotian found himse...The dancing snowflakes caught on one of the stone Buddhas. A woman in a pale purple palace gown exuded a bewitching aura. With lotus-like feet, she walked lightly, stepping through the void.

"Surrounded by enemies, victory is not honorable. Lu Xiaotian, I will take this blow for you."

“The Fengxue Yaoji Buddhist Sect and the Fengxue Holy Sect have always kept to themselves. Why are they now helping the tyrant” Kong E, after a bout of duel with Xiang Qingcheng, roared loudly. The opposing forces had grown stronger time and again. Not to mention the swarm of Shikong Ghost Ants, even Dan Bing from Yuqing Immortal Palace and Dongfang Yi from Fengxue Holy Sect had intervened one after another.”

Right now, four stone Buddhas would take some time to subdue Lu Xia Tian. However, after Dongfang Yi intervened, relying on three stone Buddhas, they could at most only reach a stalemate. The entire battle situation has slipped into an uncontrollable abyss for the Buddhist sect.

"This saintly son acts as he pleases, there's no need for you to point fingers. The time of the Buddhist sect's dominance is bound to vanish. You'd best worry about your own situation." Dongfang Yi let out a cold snort, Wu Yu Sheng Xue danced in mid-air, winds and snow swirled around her, forming a massive snow wheel that crushed toward one of the stone Buddhas.

Only then did Xiang Qingcheng let out a breath of relief. She looked at Dongfang Yi and felt a sense of familiarity. At this time, daring to confront the Buddhist sect meant that Dongfang Yi must have a close relationship with Lu Xia Tian. Regardless of how it happened, Dongfang Yi's arrival completely changed the situation in the Chiyue Desert.

As expected, the moment Xiang Qingcheng came to mind, Lu Xiaoteng's main body rose from the ground, seemingly injured. However, for Lu Xiaoteng's extremely strong physique, such injuries were insignificant.

“It seems like the momentum is still on my side.” Lu Xiaotian’s clothes fluttered slightly, and dust flew away from his body. Although his clothes were torn, he exuded an aura of dominance that could not be ignored, even without deliberately proclaiming it.

“Buddha and I are of the same lineage, existence is suffering, going to Sukhavati, Amitabha Buddha.” The Five Kinship Stone Buddha’s tone held no anger, but an endless sorrow.

"Everyone has the right to choose, as do sects. Ordinary cultivators who make the wrong choice face annihilation and extinction. The same applies to Buddhist sects. If true existence is suffering, and it lasts for an eternity, why would a Buddhist sect need to maintain its lineage for so many years The so-called words of ultimate bliss are nothing but self-deception that cannot change the present."

Lu Xiaotian shook his head, with a palm push, the Fang Tianhua Halberd flew towards the remaining three stone Buddhas in mid-air. "I've already tested your Fuhu might, now you try this Shanhe weight."

Lu Xia Tian's voice trailed off, and the Tiangong halberd soared to the sky above the three stone Buddhas, transforming into towering mountains and raging rivers that cascaded down from their heads. Within this savage landscape, dragons danced and tigers roared; beasts battled for supremacy, while birds took flight in a cacophony of song. "Amitabha Buddha, to hear the Way in the morning, and die at sunset. To witness the boundless profundity of the mountains and rivers before entering silence is also a testament to the Buddha's compassion." The three stone Buddhas remained impassive, each standing serenely against the backdrop of this chaotic beauty, their single palms outstretched.

When the two clashed, the Fang Tianhua halberd at this time, though derived from the Eight Forms of the Great Wilderness, was no longer a simple weapon used by physical cultivators. At Lu Xiaofeng's level, with no school of martial arts to rely on and no path to follow, his divine sense had begun to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth. When refining this Fang Tianhua halberd, he unconsciously infused his own realm into it.

Moma Om, the Seven-Level Stupa dharma form appeared behind Lu Xiaoxian, successively falling into the mountains and rivers. This caused the mountain river transformed by the Heavenly Painting Halberd to sink even further. At this time, Lu Xiaoxian was nearly using his physical body and dharma as one, merging them into a single entity.

Although the three stone Buddhas were transformed by the Myriad Buddha Soul Crystal, they understood all Buddhist teachings and techniques, surpassing even Lu Xiaotiān's Buddhist divine abilities. However, Lu Xiaotiān practiced the Mahā-Buddha Dharani Sutra, which directly pointed to the source of Buddhist cultivation techniques. Although different paths, they both ultimately converged on a single goal. After this prolonged battle, both sides had gained an understanding of each other's divine abilities. Now, the confrontation lay in their profound foundations and realms of intent.

As for foundation, Lu Xia Tian is naturally inferior. In terms of realm, he has already surpassed the three stone Buddhas. Furthermore, Lu Xia Tian cultivates both body and spirit, and his recovery speed is far faster than that of cultivators of the same level. Meanwhile, the Myriad Buddha Soul Crystals within the three stone Buddhas are consumed increasingly. Between one increasing and the other decreasing, the situation has become clear.

Compared to the main Buddhist sect, the battle between Duan Bi and Ming E, involving the Thirty-Six Bronze Men Heaven-Shaking Demon Subduing Array, was nearing its end. At this time, the three-headed and six-armed fire man transformed by Duan Bi still stood in the void. The Golden Crow at noon had already retreated, but low-ranking monks lay dead or wounded everywhere. The Thirty-Six Bronze Men were covered with large and small cracks, and within those cracks, a trace of fire could be faintly seen.

Ming'e's body was already scarred with several black burns, her form swaying slightly in mid-air.

“In my younger years, I was obsessed with war. After attaining enlightenment as a Mahayana Buddhist, I felt differently. My desire for battle lessened considerably. However, the karma of killing I accumulated in the past is heavy and irretrievable. Had I known about karmic retribution earlier, I could have atoned for it in Lu Danwang's hands.”

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Ming'e's hands clasped together in a gesture of respect, but even his hands trembled slightly. Compared to his serene expression, his movements betrayed the turmoil within him. After being scorched by the Wuxiang Xuanhuo, even with Ming'e's abilities, while he could endure the pain of the flames burning his body, he couldn't completely suppress his physical reactions.

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“Enough of this, leave on your own.” The flame man transformed from the broken arm said. This time the Buddhist sect was connected with the person behind the Sword Embryo, Lu Xia Tian wouldn't sit idly by, but the Buddhist sect also had many true believers. Ming Evil was one of them. In the end, Ming Evil's foundation was too shallow, he was already injured before the thirty-six bronze men arrived. Now that he was defeated, it wasn't a fault of battle, but he was concerned about the casualties of low-ranking monks caused by the war between the two sides, so he spared some energy.

"The sect is destroyed, where can I go" Ming glanced at the corpses and wounded everywhere, the dilapidated Buddhist temple of the Shaolin Temple sighed softly. Lightning flashed on his body again, and the thirty-six bronze men in his hands waved their monk staffs like a forest once more.

The Fire Elemental frowned, its three heads and six arms transforming into a single fist that slammed towards Ming'e. The enormous fist shadow engulfed both Ming'e and the thirty-six bronze figures in mid-air.

Among the thirty-six bronze figures, some were more severely injured. Cracks on their bodies burst with flames and a deafening explosion. They toppled over and plummeted from the sky.

That fist sank into Ming'e's body. Ming'e flew backward, landing slowly on a mountaintop and sitting down.

"Amitabha, the formless Xuanhuo flame can be wielded to such a state by King Lu Dan. Even though this poor monk and the thirty-six bronze men were defeated by King Lu Dan, it is still an honorable defeat."

Thirty-six bronze figures were damaged, and with the formation broken, the threat they posed was extremely limited. The three-headed, six-armed flame figure retracted, reforming into its broken state.

Looking at Ming'e, whose lamp had run out of oil and was flickering its last, Duàn Bì also let out a slight sigh. Originally, he and Ming'e were considered very good friends. Yet, in the end, it all came to this.on live easily either.Lu Xiaotian sneered, extending his claws to grasp at empty space, pulling the demonic blade and claw towards him. Just moments ago, Lu Xiaotian would have preferred to stay as fa...