Beck Richardson, who saw this scene, had mixed feelings. He felt terrible.
Why does the Buddha Head know my Extreme Dao Secret Art?
Why don't I know anything about it?!
Do you think my Extreme Path Secret Art is just a street stall item?
They're everywhere. Everyone knows them.
Whoosh! The Kusanagi sword pierced Qing Shi's chest, breaking through the Vajra Body. The wound sizzled, as if acid was melting his flesh.
"Roar!"
The dark cyan humanoid creature roared in pain. Its entire body trembled like a sieve.
Only Li Xianyu could empathize with it. In this world, he was the only one who had survived the Kusanagi sword. The Kusanagi sword corroded flesh and soul, destroying the body and Primordial Spirit.
The self-healing ability of the ancient demon cells was not enough to resist this poison. At least, Li Xianyu could not resist it and died in the end.
The Buddha head and Beck Richardson were overjoyed. The Kusanagi sword had finally pierced in. This sword was the key to victory. Now that it was finally effective, it meant that the scales of victory were tipping in their favor.
And if it could not be used, the best outcome would be a fifty-fifty chance of victory, and they would have to wait for reinforcements.
"Bam!"
Qing Shi slammed the back of his head into the back of President Baker's head, causing a buzzing sound to ring in his head. President Baker temporarily lost consciousness.
Blood vessels bulged all over his body, and blood surged rapidly. The pain of both body and soul made him burst with potential. After a headbutt, he raised his leg and kicked the Buddha head in the chest.
There was a loud boom, and the golden body of the Buddha head shook.
Like a kicked ball, he flew out with a whooshing sound.
Freed from his shackles, Qing Shi fled toward the meditation room in the west.
Boom boom boom!
The Buddha's head smashed through three palace halls in a row and soared into the sky from the rubble, shining with golden light.
Holding the Kusanagi sword, he quickly returned.
"Why do you also know my Extreme Path Secret Art?"
President Beck asked in a low voice as the two flew toward the meditation room.
The word 'also' fully reflected President Baker's sadness at this moment.
Facing a formidable enemy, he tried his best to suppress his emotions. Otherwise, he would have grabbed the Buddha head by the collar and roared: You!
are
Bitch! fuck
you
mother.
He cursed in Chinglish.
The Buddha's head thought about it and felt a little awkward. Monks did not lie, but it was not good for him to betray Li Xianyu. After all, this cheap grandson was the only son of his favorite disciple, Li Wuxiang.
Although he seemed indifferent on the surface, he was actually very concerned.
"I know, it's Li Peiyun." Baker Richardson gritted his teeth.
The Buddha head was stunned, its face blank.
No, benefactor, why would you think so?
You lost to Li Xianyu in Japan. This Penniless Monk is Li Wuxiang's master, and Li Wuxiang is Li Xianyu's father. Based on this logic, how did you deduce that Li Peiyun was the one who leaked the Extreme Dao?
When Baker Richardson saw the Buddha head's expression, he thought that he had guessed correctly. An inexplicable rage rose within him, and his blood pressure soared.
This is my signature secret art. I haven't even taught it to anyone yet, but it's already blossoming all over the place. The United States and China are in sync.
It's infuriating.
He wanted to cut Li Peiyun into pieces and throw him out to feed Stalin.
Soon, they arrived at the meditation room in the west. The night wind brought a strong smell of blood.
The Buddha head and Baker Richardson looked at each other with a solemn expression. They had a bad feeling in their hearts.
Previously, when they climbed the mountain, they did not see the disciples of the True Word Sect. They only thought that they had escaped in advance. After seeing the Lord's Avatar appear in the Great Strength Hall, they were even more certain of this guess.
But now, it seemed that things were far crueler than they had imagined.
Flying in the direction of the smell of blood, a towering mountain of corpses appeared in front of them. The corpses were piled up like a pile of grain in a farmer's granary.
Those corpses were wearing green clothes or kasayas. More than four hundred disciples of the True Word Sect were all here.
They were fanatics of the Lord, subordinates who had sworn loyalty to him, but why would the Lord care about their lives? Human rights were something that humans had invented. To the Sovereigns, all living creatures were both fighters and food.
The dark green humanoid creature squatted on the "mountain" of corpses and ate heartily. Its teeth were sharp and hard, as if it could even bite through steel. A complete human corpse could be swallowed in a few mouthfuls.
The head was also an excellent food. Opening the skull and sucking the brain tissue inside, the taste was soft and moist, and the tongue melted when it stirred in the mouth.
Even Baker Richardson, who was used to seeing great storms, couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle when he saw this scene. It was as if there was a snake crawling on his spine.
"Evil creature!"
A scarlet light quickly surged in the eyes of the Buddha head. It grew from small to large, from dark to bright, giving him the aura of a demonic monk.
The leader of the Buddhist sects, who had been sitting in the Lianhua Temple for twenty years, was furious at this moment.
This pair of red eyes, which symbolized blood, had never lit up in his life.
But tonight was an exception.
The Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi was infused with a powerful aura and turned pale gold. The scorching sword body distorted the air.
The Buddha head took a step forward and slashed down with all its might.
Even without considering the poison, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi itself was an extremely powerful killing weapon, far superior to any Dharma artifact.
In the silent night, a dazzling golden light flashed, like a bolt of lightning that suddenly streaked across the sky.
The Lord's Avatar melted in the sword light, and even the mountain of corpses collapsed and disappeared.
This isn't right. How could a Lord's Avatar be so weak, even if it was heavily injured?
Just as this thought popped up in Baker Richardson's mind, the hairs on his back suddenly stood on end. His heart started beating faster.
His combat instincts and physical reactions were faster than his brain. He didn't leap forward or roll to the side, seeking his own death. Instead, he turned around and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Bang! Crack! Poof!
First, there was the dull sound of aura colliding, followed by the sound of his arm breaking. Finally, there was the sound of a fist piercing through his chest.
Master Qing's avatar had successfully launched a sneak attack and succeeded.
The moment Baker Richardson's chest was pierced, he instinctively kicked the dark green humanoid creature's waist. He used the force to lean back and widen the distance between them.
He staggered back, his body swaying a few times, and he almost fell.
Warm blood flowed from his chest, drenching his combat uniform. His damaged heart was beating hard, and every beat sped up the loss of blood.
The avatar that died under the Buddha's head sword wasn't the real avatar?
The Buddha's head was too impulsive, and anger destroyed its rationality. I'm the same. My scalp went numb, and I was completely shocked by that hellish scene. Baker Richardson took out four disposable syringes from his wallet, inserted them into his neck, and injected.
He didn't pay attention to the Lord's Avatar during the process, because the Buddha's head would definitely interfere and prevent the avatar from finishing him off.
After injecting the blood medicine, he retreated into the shadows and felt the flesh on his wound slowly wriggling as it healed.
The incredible self-healing ability surprised him. He had long heard of the miraculous effects of Li Xianyu's blood medicine, but this was the first time he had experienced it.
This was much more advanced than the 'human organ printing' technology that the Supers Association was researching. No, it couldn't be said to be advanced. This wasn't the power of science, but the miracle of life evolution, a miracle of nature.
It was the same as the self-healing ability of the ancient demons.
It had slaughtered the Blood Descendants of the Shingon Sect in advance and had long been prepared to be at a disadvantage. Devouring flesh and blood can enhance self-healing, or are these Blood Descendants under its control and have its flesh and blood in their bodies? Is it now recycling the flesh and blood to resist the poison of the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi?
Baker Richardson pondered over the ancient demon's plan. Thinking of the fake avatar devouring the Blood Descendants to confuse him and the Buddha's head, he was more inclined to the latter guess.
The ancient demon was the ruler of the world, with unparalleled power and extraordinary wisdom. Baker Richardson was expressionless, and his eyes were dark and deep.
Bang!
The sword aura of the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi shattered the bluestone ground. The dark green humanoid jumped up and pointed at the Baihui acupoint of the Buddha's head.
Generally speaking, the Baihui acupoint was the weakness of any hard body technique. The Baihui acupoint was commonly known as the Heavenly Gate, and it occupied the most important position in the Qi Training system. Everyone started Qi Training from opening the Heavenly Gate.
As long as the Baihui acupoint was focused, most hard body techniques wouldn't be able to withstand it.
Clang!
The golden body of the Buddha's head shook, and the skull gave off a slight cracking sound. However, it quickly stabilized and reconstructed the golden body. At the same time, he stabbed the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi.
The tip of the sword pierced the arm of the dark green humanoid. Before the sword could pierce deeper, Master Qing had already retreated.
He retreated to the side of the pile of corpses and casually pulled out a body. He chewed and swallowed, and sneered. "After the extinction of the ancient demons, humans are the most delicious food, and they are inexhaustible."
His chest was rotten and oozing pus. His injured right arm trembled slightly as he tried his best to endure the pain in his tarsus.
He failed to anger the Buddha's head again. Blood flowed down from the top of his head. The old monk's face was bright red, and his red eyes gradually extinguished, returning to their normal color. He put his palms together and bemoaned the state of the universe. "Amitabha."
Master Qing sneered and curled his lips.
Buddhist magical powers focused on one's state of mind. If one's state of mind was disturbed, the magical power would collapse on itself. This was the case for Indestructible Body of Vajra and Acala Seal. Even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, he would not change his expression. He would not be sad, happy, impatient, angry, or afraid.
Seeing him swallow human flesh wantonly, a flaw appeared in the Buddha's state of mind, and it was replaced by fury. It couldn't wait to kill the demon. The golden body was already unstable, and it was almost broken by a finger just now.
However, it was useless to use the same method a second time. The Buddha's state of mind was stronger than it expected.
Crunch, crunch.
Master Qing chewed in big mouthfuls, and the flesh and bones were chewed into pieces.
Puff, puff, puff!
Without warning, it spat out the pieces of meat in its mouth, turning them into a barrage that densely covered the Buddha's head.
Bang!
The stone floor under its feet cracked, and it charged toward Baker Richardson, who was resting in the distance.
It planned to get rid of President Baker completely and eliminate this hidden danger first. It also wanted to use this to threaten him. For example, exchanging Baker Richardson's head for the Kusanagi sword.
Didn't Buddhism say that if I didn't go to hell, who would? Didn't they say that they were merciful?
Let's see how this Buddhist leader would choose.
As soon as it showed its intention, the Buddha's head sensed its intention. It ignored the pieces of meat that came at its face and pounced toward Baker Richardson.
In President Baker's eyes, there was a black shadow on his left, and a golden shadow on his right. He was sandwiched between the two extremes.
After the black shadow approached Baker Richardson, it suddenly changed direction and pounced toward the Buddha's head.
The two collided brazenly. With a boom, the Qi flow rippled outward, and then a vortex appeared.
Corpses, gravel, tiles, grass, leaves, and all sorts of miscellaneous items were sent flying with the vortex.
The meditation rooms collapsed one after another, and the debris was drawn into the vortex.
Baker Richardson saw a broken arm and a sword spinning beside him. The Kusanagi sword stabbed into the ground with a "hiss". The broken arm quickly rotted into a stinking pile of flesh.
The Kusanagi sword!
The Buddha's head and the Lord's Avatar pressed against each other's palm. The Qi flow formed a vortex, and they were firmly attracted to each other.
"President Baker!" the Buddha's head shouted.
There was no better opportunity than now. While they were fighting, and no one could break free. At this moment, Baker Richardson became the key to victory.
"He's here!" Baker Richardson's calm voice came.
"Puff!"
It was the sound of a sword piercing through flesh.
The Buddha's head froze. It lowered its head and saw the tip of a sword piercing through its chest.
In an instant, the terrifying poison corroded its body. It melted its flesh, corroded its cells, and annihilated its primordial spirit. It pushed the Buddha's head into the abyss of death.
The Buddha's head looked at Master Qing.
"Why do you think I'm fighting with you?" Master Qing replied with a cold smile. He didn't explain anything else.
The Buddha's head trembled slowly. The terrifying pain engulfed the poor old man, making him tremble even though he was on the verge of death.
The old monk tried his best to turn his neck bit by bit, as if he wanted to turn his head and look at the person who took his life, or question him.
"I'm sorry," Baker Richardson said softly.
“”
The Buddha's head stopped and didn't turn its head anymore.
The Buddhist leader put his palms together and lowered his head. "Amitabha."
Some readers had already guessed that Richardson was a snitch, mainly because I had laid the groundwork. Previously, I had thought of giving everyone a "surprise" without laying the groundwork. But after careful consideration, I felt that it would be too abrupt. A truly outstanding author should let the readers vaguely guess the development of the plot. This way, it would be logical and not too stiff.
Also, the fighting scenes seriously delayed my writing speed. It was too difficult for me. I had to fight all the time in the later stages. It was so f * cking tiring. Fighting scenes were always the most difficult. It wasn't just for novels. It was the same for anime and manga as well. The former burned the brain, while the latter burned the budget.
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