Although the Dark Samsara Beads of the Heavens was a magic artefact, ever since Qin Lang had obtained it, he had not discovered anything special about it. Later on, Qin Lang had practically tossed it aside. Today, for some strange reason, Qin Lang had brought the Dark Samsara Beads of the Heavens with him. Perhaps, it was a form of spiritual sustenance. Or perhaps, it was a prayer for himself and his parents. Unexpectedly, the Dark Samsara Beads of Heavens suddenly changed at this moment.
Each of the 107 Dark Samsara Beads of Heavens lit up and floated above Qin Lang's head. Then, in Qin Lang's spiritual world, one hundred and seven dark Buddhas immediately formed. Each Buddha was tens of thousands of feet tall. These seven dark Buddhas surrounded the small courtyard formed by Qin Lang's spiritual power and distributed themselves according to a strange order, forming a spiritual formation. These seven dark Buddhas naturally operated according to the Dark Samsara Visualization Method. In their center, an extremely dark and invisible object appeared. Its form could not be seen, but it contained great terror, horror, blood, and many negative dark forces.
Qin Lang knew that these seven dark Buddhas were summoning the supreme ruler of darkness — Vairocana Vairocana. Rumor had it that it was an existence that gave birth to light and devoured light and all things in the world, even devouring the universe.
As soon as Vairocana Vairocana appeared, the Buddhist Kingdom formed by the three monks' spiritual power began to shake violently. No Buddha could compete with Vairocana Vairocana Vairocana in the Tantra. Coupled with the cooperation of the 107 dark Buddhas, the spiritual world of the three monks finally began to collapse.
"Wanxiang Nirvana?!"
Old Poison naturally would not let go of such a good opportunity to attack. Just as the three monks' spiritual worlds began to shrink from the damage, Old Poison unleashed his Wanxiang Nirvana with all his might. His poisonous art forcibly blasted open the formation formed by the three monks.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The violent explosion was deafening.
Although it was only a battle between the Old Poison Monster and the three monks, there were countless silhouettes flashing in the lightning. It was as if there were thousands of soldiers and horses fighting. Qin Lang knew that these were only the afterimages left by the four people in the air. His eyes could no longer capture the moves of the four people. Only the Clear Mirror Mind could clearly sense all the changes.
The Old Poison's martial spirit and body burned even more fiercely, while the poisonous bugs summoned by Qin Lang also turned into the Old Poison's weapons, forming a bloody storm that eroded the protective energies of the three monks.
Finally, Qin Lang saw a bloody light blossom from the bodies of the three monks.
Following that, more wounds and blood spurted out.
The four of them finally began to slow down.
Rumble!
An unprecedented clap of thunder exploded in the sky. The three monks finally stopped moving.
Ruzang monk who had been silent for decades suddenly said, "Sect Leader Pang, the three of us will be waiting for you in the hell of Avici! Then they would decide the victor! Amitabha! "
"Only I will go to the hell of Avici. I'm afraid you three bald donkeys will go to the West. Don't wait for me!" The Old Poison Monster laughed and said, "I can finally vent my anger after defeating you three bald donkeys!"
"Sect Leader Pang, if we don't go to hell, who will? Haha! "
Ruzang monk laughed. After saying that, the three monks put their palms together, sat cross-legged, and died on the spot!
As for Perfected Qianqiu's body, it had been completely corroded by the "bloody storm" and turned into a puddle of stinking black water.
"Three bald donkeys!"
The Old Poison Monster laughed, then turned to Qin Lang and said, "Brat, haven't you always wanted to know how strong I am? Now you finally know how powerful I am … Cough, cough … "
"Master, you're bleeding all over," Qin Lang said with a smile, but tears were already streaming down his face.
"Don't cry like a woman! I've been waiting for today's battle for a long time, and I got what I asked for! " The Old Poison Monster said, "From now on, you're the Sect Leader of the Poisons … Cough, cough … I used to think you were too soft-hearted, but now you're the Sect Leader of the Poisons … You decide what to do in the future …
"By the way, this is a greeting gift for your future children and my grandchildren. Take it, and remember to tell them what a hero I am in Jianghu!" The Old Poison Monster seemed to remember something important. He took out a small box from his pocket and threw it to Qin Lang.
Qin Lang opened it and saw that it was a pair of longevity locks. This pair of longevity locks seemed to be made of jade, but they weren't. Qin Lang recognized this item. This was the legacy item of the Poison Sect — the Venomous Flood Dragon Staff. Rumor had it that it was a scepter forged from the horn of a flood dragon. Who would have thought that the old poisonous creature would actually forge it into longevity locks as a greeting gift for his future grandchildren?
"Hey … Old Poison Monster, you've ruined the Poisons' scepter. How can I inherit it in the future …"
Qin Lang put away the gift and was about to raise his head to tell Old Poison not to be so emotional, but who knew that Old Poison had already turned his back to him and was looking at the stormy world like a statue in the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. Qin Lang trembled and walked behind the Old Poison Monster. A gust of wind blew, and the Old Poison Monster's stalwart body slowly fell down.
Qin Lang felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He held the Old Poison Monster's body at a loss, feeling that a wall had collapsed in his heart. From now on, there was no one in Jianghu that he could completely trust and rely on.
The raging wind and rain finally began to weaken. Qin Lang carried the Old Poison Monster's body down the mountain. Along the way, he saw the bodies of countless poisonous insects, as well as those in the military uniforms of the Shadow Troops. These people were arranged here by Immortal Qianqiu, probably to besiege the Old Poison Monster for the last time. Unfortunately, these people didn't even have the chance to make a move before they were buried in the Old Poison Monster's "bloody storm".
The previous "bloody storm" had almost poisoned the plants on the mountain to death, let alone these bodies of flesh and blood.
The Old Poison Monster used the Wanxiang Nirvana? With the Art of Poison, he killed all the enemies on the mountain, and even the earthworms underground were killed by his poisonous blood. If he hadn't died now, he would have bragged to Qin Lang about how fierce and invincible he was. Qin Lang wanted to hear him boast, but the Old Poison Monster didn't say a word.
Qin Lang didn't know how he went down the mountain until he saw Fang Baiqiu at the foot of the mountain.
Fang Baiqiu's expression was very calm, as if she had already foreseen such a scene. She said to Qin Lang, who was at a loss, "Old Pang also asked for benevolence and got it. You don't have to be sad for him. He once told me that his old injuries haven't healed and he doesn't have much time left. He didn't intend to retreat from this battle. Qin Lang, give me his body, and I'll leave the Six Fan School from now on. You don't need to ask where we're going. As for you, you're already the master of a sect. You can decide how you want to go. However, Old Pang said that you've never been to the mountain gate of the Poisons, so maybe you should go back. Well, we're leaving. Take care! "
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