4947 Pot-Bellied Buddha



Every Sword Intent he released was enough to easily destroy any Immortal bone.

The millions of Sword Intents originated from the Sword Dao, and they kept repeating endlessly.

Even after killing all the Immortal bones in front of him, he did not spend too much effort.

This was a path of Immortal bones, who knew how many Yan Immortals had fallen here to forge it?

Although he had already revived the army of 100,000 Immortal bones, Jian Wushuang knew that this was just the beginning.

This blood river and white bone road hidden under the Imperial City seemed to have not been opened for countless years. It was filled with an indescribable ancient restriction.

Jian Wushuang stepped on the broken Immortal bones under his feet and headed to the deepest part of the white bone path.

Everything had just begun.

In order to prevent any unexpected situations from happening, he directly let the Sword Intent flow around his body. Once danger approached, he could react immediately.

Apart from the Immortal bones that had lost their Immortal charm, there were only broken treasures and True Swords on the white bone path.

They had been broken for countless years and had long since fallen asleep with their respective masters.

The most well-preserved of these treasures were some True Swords.

They stabbed into the ground diagonally. Although their blades were no longer sharp, there was still a vast amount of power surging, as if they were waiting for a battle.

The further he went, the more Jian Wushuang felt that something was amiss.

The feeling of the ancient restriction became even stronger.

At the same time, the white bones under his feet were very different from before. They had turned grayish-white.

Jian Wushuang saw a strange scene after traveling another thousand feet.

In the middle of the path of bones, a pile of bones made of countless white bones blocked the road ahead.

There was no longer any Immortal aura flowing in the grayish-white broken Immortal bone, but it gave Jian Wushuang unprecedented pressure.

He had a feeling that there was something dangerous hidden in this pile of bones.

With his personality, he would not have moved forward, but the current situation forced him to.

As soon as he stepped into the area of the pile of white bones, an extremely violent gale instantly erupted.

In the next moment, the pile of white bones that was hundreds of thousands of feet tall shattered with a loud bang. A pitch-black arm that looked like a True Dragon stretched out from it and smashed heavily toward Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang was shocked. Although everything happened too quickly, he had expected it. He crossed his arms and took the blow.

Boom!

He grunted and his Immortal body flew back a thousand feet!

Two deep ravines were dug into the ground of white bones by his legs before he stopped.

Jian Wushuang held back the boiling blood in his Immortal body and looked ahead solemnly.

The pile of white bones that was tens of thousands of feet tall had already collapsed like a mountain. Two pitch-black arms that looked like True Dragons pushed away the countless white bones, gradually revealing their true appearance.

Even Jian Wushuang was moved by the scene.

Beneath the pile of bones sat a pitch-black figure that was as tall as a mountain!

This pitch-black figure sat cross-legged in the middle of the white bone road. His entire body was pitch-black, and his chest was exposed. His stomach was big, and his face was round.

His belly was especially huge, almost taking up two-thirds of his entire body, making it look like a fat Maitreya.

His zen clothes were already in tatters, and his fat face was glowing with a strange oily light.

Two rays of red light shot out from his narrowed eyes. He looked at Jian Wushuang with greed.

Then, something that made Jian Wushuang uncomfortable happened.

Saliva dripped down from the pot-bellied Buddha's mouth like a waterfall, almost converging into a river.

Then, he opened his palm and grabbed the Immortal bones scattered on both sides, stuffing them into his mouth and chewing.

A strange creaking sound echoed on the white bone path.

Jian Wushuang frowned and quietly condensed an Invisible Sword.

"Hehe, I haven't smelled the scent of a True Immortal for a long time.."

The pot-bellied Buddha let out a strange laugh, and his saliva almost turned into a river.

"Let me take a small bite, just a small bite. I won't eat all of you, okay?"

"..."

Jian Wushuang did not want to waste his breath on him. He pointed the Invisible Sword forward.

"You can't kill me. Just let me have a small bite and I'll let you go, okay?" the pot-bellied Buddha said greedily.

"Die," Jian Wushuang said softly. In order to end the battle quickly, he directly used the Ancestral Skill.

The reason why Jian Wushuang had not abandoned the Ancestral Skills was because they needed time to fully develop and bloom. They were not online yet.

The current two Ancestral Skills were enough to match the Immortal techniques.

The Ancestral Skills, the Transcendence Heavenly Gate, and the Extreme Darkness Heavenly Gate, were both released at this moment.

Two magnificent Heavenly Gates stretched across the top of pot-bellied Buddha's head. Then, a huge finger and a huge palm that reached the sky smashed down on his head with endless power.

In the next moment, a wail rang out.

The brilliant light emitted by the two Ancestral Skills directly enveloped him.

Endless energy erupted on this white bone path.

The pot-bellied Buddha's wails resounded in the surroundings.

When the remnant power of the Ancestral Skills dissipated, a part of the pot-bellied Buddha's round and huge head had already collapsed.

An unknown black liquid flowed out of his broken head.

"I want you dead!"

He was furious to the extreme, and a powerful suction force suddenly shot out from his huge mouth.

Even Jian Wushuang, who was standing thousands of feet away, felt the suction force. He hurriedly waved his sword to cut off the terrible suction force.

Seeing that he was not being sucked over, pot-bellied Buddha extended his tens of thousands of feet long arm and smashed it over.

Every time he waved his arm, it was enough to shatter space.

The ground of white bones continued to collapse as the huge arm smashed down. Jian Wushuang quickly dodged it.

Such a powerful attack was enough to make ordinary Yan Immortals die on the spot.

With the Invisible Sword in hand, Jian Wushuang leaped thousands of feet in one step and landed on one of pot-bellied Buddha's arms.

"Hehe, come into my mouth!"

The pot-bellied Buddha opened his huge mouth and swallowed him whole.

Jian Wushuang turned around and looked at the giant mouth. Then, he stabbed the True Sword into the giant mouth's arm.

"Break!" Jian Wushuang roared in a low voice. At this moment, millions of Sword Intents rushed into the arm of the pot-bellied Buddha along the sword blade.

The Sword Intent was like a mountain and sea, exploding with a loud bang.

In the next moment, the huge arm exploded from the middle, and endless Sword Intent poured out.

With just one sword strike, one of the pot-bellied Buddha's arms was severed!

The arm that was like a divine mountain fell and smashed heavily on the white bone road, stirring up dust.

Jian Wushuang landed on the ground again and looked at the wailing pot-bellied Buddha. He was thinking about how to kill him quickly.

Through this short exchange, Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that he was most likely a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal. It would not be easy to kill him completely.

"Bastard, I want you to die right here!"