Chapter 280 No More Wuliang Mountain

Li Hao quickly took out a pill and handed it to Feng Lao's mouth.

As a golden elixir entered his throat, Li Hao could clearly see that golden veins appeared in Feng Lao's body, as if he had swallowed a brilliant golden light, which continued to shine down his throat and fell into his body, and then filled his chest. The meridians are reflected in every detail, like a forked sacred tree.

As the golden light shines, dark black blood suddenly seeps out from the wound, but if you look closely, you can see that the dark blood is countless tiny insects, like maggots, being squeezed out of the body in the twisting blood.

As a large number of black insects were squeezed out of the wound, the blood on Feng Lao's body gradually became clean and returned to its original bright red color.

And those wounds began to heal slowly due to the powerful self-healing ability of his body.

In addition to the whip marks and scratches all over his body, his ruined senses are gradually recovering.

Li Hao's face was gloomy and his strength was trembling. He wiped out the bugs in the blood, leaving only a small number of bugs and collected them into the space of heaven and earth.

"What kind of Gu insect is this? This method is too vicious!"

Xi Yan retracted her hand on Li Hao's wrist and said with some fear.

"These bald donkeys have a lot of tricks up their sleeves." Jiang Lichen said with narrowed eyes, but he wasn't too surprised. Apart from martial arts and swordsmanship, there were very few things that could surprise or surprise him, because he didn't care or care.

Li Hao didn't speak, but clenched his fists slightly.

"You actually used the opportunity to go against your fate like this. You are quite willing to do so."

Jiang Lichen looked at Li Hao and stared slightly.

He has met many people, but this is the first time he has seen someone like Li Hao who is willing to give away all the opportunities to defy fate to people who are not relatives or friends.

And it was done proactively without any coercion.

This is equivalent to a life!

He couldn't imagine what kind of friendship one could pay so much for.

What's more, the target is a thief despised by the world.

"If it were him, he would treat me the same way."

Li Hao said softly: "Besides, I don't need it now, so it doesn't matter even if it's ten times."

With his current strength, the only people who can put him in desperate situation are those in the Wen Dao realm, even semi-saints.

For a strong person at this level, the power of going against fate is of little significance and can be concealed.

The so-called changing one's fate against the will of heaven is just a mortal's delusion.

In front of the great road, in front of the saint, they will be crushed and not worth mentioning.

Moreover, if there is a special situation in the future that needs to be used, Li Hao still has 100,000 merits in the merit treasury, which can be exchanged for the power of defying fate ten times.

I had previously exchanged a portion of it for use under Prisoner's Sky Island, but it was cut off by the Tao power on the abyss, causing it to be wasted.

"Oh."

Jiang Lichen did not deny Li Hao's words. With Li Hao's current strength, the effect of the power of defying fate on him is indeed not that absolute, but it is still an extremely precious thing after all.

If you are fighting with someone who is evenly matched, and both parties are dying, how can the other party deceive the secret of heaven, and then you can escape by defying fate.

Although Xiyan felt sorry for Li Hao for giving up an opportunity to defy his fate, she could only accept it now that it was over. She just kept stroking Li Hao's wrist with her little red beard, seeming to comfort him.

As a few people talked, Feng Boping's body gradually healed, and his eyes, mouth, nose, etc. were all reborn.

However, Feng Boping's physical recovery was smooth, but his eyes were a little dazed, even slow. He looked around blankly, and then looked at Li Hao dullly, with a familiar yet confused look in his eyes.

"Lao Feng."

Li Hao immediately held his hand, feeling full of shame: "I came back late and made you suffer like this."

Feng Boping said in a daze: "Xiao, Xiaoxiao... son."

"It's me."

"Little, little mouse... son."

Feng Boping kept repeating in a daze.

Li Hao was slightly startled, his expression suddenly changed, and he realized something was wrong.

He looked at Feng Lao's eyes and found that it was not surprise or confusion, but a kind of slow confusion.

"Lao Feng?"

Li Hao's whole body tensed up. He hurriedly explored Feng Lao's body, but found no injuries or abnormalities.

"Little mouse... son."

Feng Lao murmured, still repeating blankly, his eyes dull and blank.

Li Hao felt his heart go cold, and the blood in his body seemed to be burning with anger. There is no doubt that Feng Lao's state must be the fault of Lord Buddha. He couldn't even repair the power of rebellious fate!

"Um?"

Jiang Lichen also noticed Feng Boping's situation and asked in surprise: "Is he like this originally?"

"no."

"I guess not. It feels like a soul is missing." Jiang Lichen said.

Li Hao was startled and looked at him immediately: "Is the soul missing?"

"That's right, there are three souls and seven souls in the divine soul. If there is a lack of soul, this will happen, like a person with dementia. In folk terms, he has lost his soul." Jiang Lichen said.

Li Hao's heart was shocked, and he felt that the murderous intention that had calmed down in his heart spread again.

"Well, I probably know that he was caught by the Mara. Before you forced the old bald man out of the union of Buddha and Demon, Na Mara was his secret. This old man must know the secret, the old bald man Using him as bait to attract you is probably to rescue you on purpose, so as to ruin your reputation and damage your foundation."

"But I don't want to expose my secret, so I can only destroy him. His soul will be missing and his body will not heal. Tsk, what a good method."

Jiang Lichen sighed.

Although he was crazy, he was not stupid. After all, he had participated in the battle for the throne and soon told the story.

Li Hao heard what he said and knew that he was inseparable. He looked at the prince and said:

"Senior, how can I recover my missing soul?"

"The first is to allow the existing soul to slowly split over a long period of time and fill the vacancies again. In other words, it can recover naturally over a long period of time."

"Souls, like flowers, plants and trees, can be regenerated, but it takes an extremely long time."

"The second option is to retrieve the missing soul. The missing soul may be sealed somewhere in Wuliang Mountain, or it may be obliterated and flow into the Dead River." Jiang Lichen said.

When Li Hao heard this, his eyes immediately glanced at this spiritual mountain, his eyes filled with coldness.

"Mr. Feng, you rest first, I will definitely find your missing soul for you!"

Li Hao took a deep breath and said solemnly to Mr. Feng.

Feng Lao looked at him blankly, something seemed to be struggling in his eyes, and said: "Quickly...run away..."

Li Hao felt his heart aching when he saw him like this. Even though his soul was missing and he couldn't see, the old man recognized him with just one touch.

"Mr. Feng, it's safe now."

Li Hao suppressed the sadness in his heart and spoke softly, as if coaxing a child to sleep.

When Feng Lao heard Li Hao's words, his lips twitched slightly, as if he listened. The trace of struggle in his eyes slowly disappeared, revealing a smile. However, due to the lack of soul, he couldn't control his expression and smiled a little stupidly.

"Okay, okay..." he seemed to respond.

Li Hao couldn't bear to look any longer and asked the Candle Fire God to take good care of Feng Lao. He looked at the spiritual mountain, and his spiritual thoughts quickly covered it, spreading and covering it, searching from top to bottom.

At the same time, outside Lingshan, many Wuliangshan disciples came with Arhats and protectors.

Seeing the broken and broken Lingshan Mountain, they were shocked. The destruction of the previous Buddha's Dharma made them even more unbelievable. They were both shocked and angry.

Although he knew that the person who invaded Wuliang Mountain was extremely powerful, the faith engraved in his bones defeated fear at this moment.

"Who are you, dare to invade my Wuliang Mountain!"

"This is the territory of Dayu. Do you want to be wanted by Dayu?!"

A series of angry shouts came.

Li Hao, who was searching Lingshan, his previously restrained murderous intent instantly turned into a fierce force. He raised his head and swept away, the murderous intent in his eyes spread out, and a sharp blade swept out like a substance.

There was a bang. Among these people who shouted angrily, the Arhat among them was in the third level of immortality. But at this moment, under the threat of Li Hao, he felt his energy and blood surge, his chest was like a heavy hammer, and he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

The body, which was invulnerable to swords, could not withstand it.

"roll!"

Words full of murderous intent were squeezed out of Li Hao's mouth, and several explosions were heard in succession. The bodies of the three Immortal Realm Arhats headed by them were suddenly torn apart, and they died on the spot.

Others who wanted to curse angrily trembled in fright, and the blood that rushed to their minds was immediately extinguished, and their eyes were frightened.

Li Hao searched Lingshan with his spiritual mind, but found no trace of Feng Lao's soul or anything suspicious. Instead, he saw a cave in the back mountain with Feng Lao's aura, a lava fire pool, chains, etc. Feng Lao's aura remained on the torture tools.

Li Hao's face looked ugly. There was no doubt that this was where Feng Lao had been tortured before.

"Back off."

Li Hao whispered to Zhuhuo Shen and Jiang Lichen.

The two were surprised, but they saw that Li Hao's aura was fluctuating violently, realized something, and quickly took off.

Bang! !

As soon as they exited, Li Hao suddenly condensed a dazzling sword energy and slashed out fiercely.

The entire Lingshan Mountain, from the top of the mountain to the mountain body, was split open by this sword!

Such a sight made the many disciples of Wuliang Mountain who came to criticize him in shock and disbelief.

I just feel that the spiritual mountain standing on the spiritual platform in my heart has been destroyed, just like my faith has been torn apart!

Bang bang bang!

Li Hao's sword energy dispersed and was swept into the magma pool, killing all the demons inside.

Looking at the incomplete spiritual mountain that was divided into two, the spiritual gathering array on it had also been torn apart, and it was no longer a holy place for cultivation.

"Now, those who exit Wuliang Mountain can take off their monk robes and go down the mountain!"

Li Hao turned around and looked at the many Wuliangshan disciples in front of him. His cold voice spread throughout the Brahma Pure Land world:

"The Lord Buddha has died, and there will be no more Wuliang Mountains from now on!"

"Give you ten breaths!"

"Those who stay, die!"

As Li Hao's voice came out, all the disciples in the entire Wuliang Mountain Realm, all the mountain peaks, and the disciples who were meditating or sleeping in the Buddhist halls were all startled and shocked.

"Lord Buddha is dead?"

"How is it possible? The battle just now, could it be possible..."

On the hilltop far away from Lingshan Mountain, some Wuliangshan disciples felt the battle, but their cultivation was too low and their perception was limited. They had no idea that Lord Buddha was actually dead.

At this moment, everyone was shocked when they heard Li Hao's voice.

Li Hao didn't say anything, but a wave of swords gradually gathered above his head.

His eyes were cold, standing above the spiritual mountain that was split by a sword, like a young fighting god, looking down at the many Buddhist disciples in front of him.

The vast and majestic sword tide condensed like a whirlpool in the sea, bringing with it a terrifying aura, lightning and thunder, making all Buddhist disciples feel trembling with fear.

It seemed like the end was coming.

"how so……"

"My Wuliang Mountain has stood for thousands of years, yet there is such a disaster..."

"Is the Dynasty of Dayu really going to decline? I, the Buddha, are merciful, where is the sky..."

Many old monks stepped out of the Buddhist hall and looked at the vast tide of swords, with shock and sadness in their eyes.

"Quick, take off the monk's robe."

Many disciples of aristocratic families who had just joined Wuliang Mountain quickly took off their monk robes and hurried down the mountain.

Some old monks believed deeply in Buddhism. During this calamity, they sat in the square, folded their hands and chanted Buddhist scriptures, as if to fight against this calamity.

Under the leadership of some old monks, more and more Buddhist disciples sat in the square, and the Buddhist scriptures hummed like Sanskrit sounds, seeming to use the truth of Buddhism to resist the murderous power of the devil.

The scale of the hovering sword energy became even larger, spreading out from the top of Lingshan Mountain and spreading to the tops of more than a dozen mountains.

There was a chilling chill between heaven and earth.

Among the many Buddhist disciples who rushed to Lailing Mountain, some stood in the distance in shock and fear, with their hands clasped together, showing an expression of resignation.

Some fled in panic, tore off their monks' robes, turned around and ran away.

The great calamity is coming, with all kinds of faces.

"Master...is dead."

On a mountain peak, Li Qianfeng stepped out of the Buddhist hall and stared at the wave of swords hovering in the distant sky, stunned.

The master sitting high up on the lotus platform is actually... dead?

It was a little hard for him to understand and couldn't believe it, but he knew that this was true. Otherwise, how could Master allow someone to desecrate Lingshan?

"Master, let's go quickly. Lord Buddha is dead, we have to leave quickly."

Another old monk chased him out and said hurriedly.

Although he also looks like a monk, he is actually a member of the Li family. He comes here to practice with Li Qianfeng and take care of Li Qianfeng.

"Who did it?" Li Qianfeng tried his best to look into the distance, trying to see clearly the figure under the sword wave.

"It must be some demon. It may even be Mara, Lord Buddha's old enemy."

As the old monk spoke, he hurriedly helped Li Qianfeng take off his white cassock. At the same time, he threw out some ordinary and rough clothes and handed them to Li Qianfeng, saying:

"Master, put it on quickly. Let's disguise ourselves as outer disciples and go down the mountain. The man who killed the Buddha will definitely not let you go. You are the Buddha's personal descendant."

Li Qianfeng's face changed slightly, he immediately reacted and quickly took the clothes and put them on.

"Walk!"

He took one last deep look at the Lingshan Mountain and then quickly went down the mountain.

At the same time, Li Hao's ten-breath countdown was coming to an end.

"die!"

Li Hao looked at the Arhats and Dharma protectors in front of him who were chanting sutras to him and trying to save him by relying on the truth of Buddhist sutras. Their eyes were cold and emotionless.

The tide of swords hovering above their heads suddenly washed down, and in an instant, these golden Arhats in the third level of immortality were all torn into a rain of blood.

This rain of blood splashed on the Lingshan Mountain, dyeing the broken Lingshan Mountain in two red.

In the distance covered by the sword tide, sword energy rushed out one after another, tearing apart the Buddhist halls on the surrounding mountain peaks and smashing the Buddha statues.

Those sitting in the square chanting Buddhist scriptures listened to the sound of the Buddhist hall being split apart and felt the tremors on the ground. Some people opened their eyes tremblingly. Finally, unable to suppress the fear in their hearts, they tore off their monk's robes and fled quickly.

And the vast majority of the rest continue to chant Buddhist scriptures there, and the buzzing sound is like Sanskrit sound, emanating from the top of the mountain.

In the midst of this sky-shattering and earth-shattering, dim endless sword tide sweeping across, these Sanskrit sounds seemed to be the last human light in the apocalypse.

Bang bang bang!

Countless sword energy penetrated and tore the square apart. The sword energy flattened the hills one after another, destroying the Buddhist halls, Buddha statues, incense burners, and copper coin tripods.

Those sword energy passed by the Buddhist disciples who were chanting Buddhist scriptures with their hands clasped together, but they did not kill them, but only destroyed the buildings and ground around them.

Many people chanting Buddhist scriptures opened their eyes and looked slightly startled.

Those vast sword energy raged once, but did not kill all the chanters. After flattening the mountain top, they flew back to the sky and slowly dissipated.