An immortal!
Although many people were mentally prepared, they still couldn't help but feel confused and uneasy when a celestial being appeared in front of them. After all, this wasn't some self-proclaimed immortal, but a true immortal that had appeared in Buddhist scriptures before. Many monks had chanted sutras, and there were even portraits of him in their homes!
"Exalted immortal …"
"Leave it to me. All of you can leave for now."
Fangzheng left the airship in a flash and appeared before Polylore in the blink of an eye. He held his hands behind his back and stared at Polylore with a calm expression.
"I didn't expect one of the Four Heavenly Kings, Pashimentian, Polylore, to come in person. I'm truly flattered."
"Immortal Master, you've transcended mortality. The human realm is vast, and you can be free and unfettered wherever you go. Why must you enter the mortal world?"
Polylore smiled and looked at Fangzheng.
"The war of the Golden Song is a mortal matter. Aren't you afraid of breaking a taboo by interfering with the mortal world?"
"Whose taboo is it?"
Fangzheng snorted disdainfully at Polylore's words.
"Celestial Emperor? Or Tathagata? I'm sorry, but I don't know them well, so what they're thinking has nothing to do with me. I advise you to get out of the way, or I won't be so polite. "
"Immortal Master, you've committed too many murders. Your trip north will bring disaster to the world. If Immortal Master isn't willing to stop, then …"
At this point, golden light radiated from Polylore's body, followed by white clouds rolling over. Then, several tall yakshas appeared from the clouds. They looked strange and held sharp weapons in their hands. They were Polylore's subordinates, the Demi-Gods and Demi-Gods!
Although they were called the Demi-Gods and Semi-Demons, the dragons here were different from the dragons in Chinese mythology. In Buddhism, the Demi-Gods and Semi-Demons referred to eight types of supernatural monsters that weren't human. They wore different armors, and the weapons in their hands ranged from scimitars and sharp blades to fragrant fans and lutes.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of demonic deities and yakshas of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragons emerged from the clouds and surrounded Fang Zhengzheng in layers.
"Please follow me back to Spirited Mountain as a guest!"
"Bald donkey, it's hard to change one's nature. I knew you would do this!"
Fangzheng was not the least bit afraid in the face of being surrounded by these demons and Yakshas. Although they were called 'demons', their true strength in the Origin World would at most be at the level of demigods. Of course, if it had been anyone else, they would have had a hard time dealing with the siege of this group of demigods. However, for Fangzheng, it was just in time!
"In that case, prepare to die!"
As Fangzheng's voice fell, hundreds and thousands of golden vortexes appeared behind him. Immediately after, all kinds of divine weapons flew out from them.
"Go!"
At the same time, the Demi-Gods and Semi-Demons roared and charged at Fangzheng!
At this moment, time stopped flowing.
Everything in the world stopped moving. Fangzheng opened his eyes and sneered at the army of ghosts and gods in front of him. Then, he stretched out his hand.
In the next second, the bright red demon spear in Fangzheng's hand pierced through the Yaksha's heart.
In the next second, the pitch-black demon sword in his hand chopped off the demon's head.
In the next second, countless arrows turned into shooting stars and flew out from the longbow in Fangzheng's hand, turning the distant prey into sieves.
In the next second, the dazzling light of the shooting stars streaked across the sky, tearing apart indestructible bodies of flesh and blood.
They were slashed, shot, poisoned, and killed.
In this second, time split into hundreds of outcomes. If he was a mortal, he could only choose one of them with all his might.
But to Fangzheng, only a child would choose.
He, the Dragon of Time, naturally wanted all of them!
That's right, this was the fourth style of the swordsmanship that Fangzheng had comprehended — the Sword of Four!
If the Sword of One was said to be Fangzheng gathering the attacks of countless timelines into one and exploding them, then the Sword of Four was to turn the countless branches of the timelines into reality at the same time!
At the next moment, time began to flow again.
The dazzling radiance of time flashed. Everyone witnessed Fangzheng's figure flickering abruptly. In that instant, he seemed to have split into countless silhouettes that flew in all directions. Then, a storm of blood erupted. One by one, the Eight who surrounded Fangzheng shrieked and flew backward. Their bodies were either pierced, stabbed, or severed. But at the next moment, as Fangzheng raised the pitch-black greatsword in his hand, the scarlet first flame erupted abruptly, spinning into a tornado that devoured the corpses of the Eight!
"How dare you, murderer!"
Seeing his subordinate instantly killed by Fangzheng, Polylore was alarmed. He roared angrily and flipped his right hand. The white-furred Treasure Rodent in his hand transformed into a bolt of lightning and charged at Fangzheng. It squeaked, widened its mouth, and revealed its razor-sharp incisors as it attempted to bite Fangzheng.
"Hmph. How dare a mouse act violently before me?"
Facing the pouncing mouse, Fangzheng let out a snort. Then, he flipped his left hand, gripped the pure white dagger, and aimed at the mouse before pulling the trigger.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out as the Treasures Rodent wailed. Following that, a smear of blood appeared on its forehead as its entire body turned limp and motionless. Following that, Fangzheng stabbed out with his sword and pierced through the Treasures Rodent. Following that, raging flames burned it once again, reducing it to ashes.
"How dare you, murderer! I won't let you off!"
Upon witnessing his mouse dying in Fangzheng's hands, Polylore widened his eyes in rage. But in the next moment, his face turned deathly pale with a swoosh!
Because at that moment, Polylore saw Fangzheng smiling, gazing at him, and cupping his hands together.
"Please show yourself, my treasure!"
Those five short words were like a death knell in Polylore's ears. His whole body trembled, and he turned around, trying to escape in a ray of light. But as soon as Fangzheng's voice trailed off, an almost invisible white light suddenly fell from the sky and hit Polylore's head. Polylore's body trembled, and he fell limp as if he had suffered a stroke.
Then, a small gourd appeared in front of Polylore's eyes.
"Slash … slash … slash …"
Looking at the gourd in front of him, the smile on Polylore's face was long gone. On the contrary, his face was pale and he was sweating profusely. He looked at the gourd as if he was looking at some horrible monster that could chase after his soul and take his life.
"No, don't … don't …"
Polylore wanted to beg Fangzheng for mercy, but Fangzheng merely glanced at him, then cupped his hands at the gourd again.
"Please turn around, my treasure."
As Fangzheng spoke, the white light in the gourd spun three times above Polylore's head. In the next moment, Polylore's head fell to the ground. Then, a white light suddenly flew out from the gourd and into the distant horizon.
Trying to run?
Fangzheng sneered when he saw how Multifarious Heavenly King wanted to escape this calamity. Following that, he extended his hand again and waved it forward!
With Fangzheng's action, a long scroll suddenly fell to the ground. Following that, Polylore's soul seemed to be attracted as he was forcefully sucked back from the horizon. He wailed as he fell into the scroll. Following that, the scroll flipped and returned to Fangzheng's hand.
Then, an emotionless, machine-like voice sounded.
"Announce to the infinite worlds that Polylore, a subordinate of the Western Buddha, has been beaten into the Investiture of the Gods by Fangzheng. His soul has been destroyed. From now on, there will be no such god in the world!"
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