In the blink of an eye, Lou Xiaoyi was faced with two choices!
Should he give up on attacking and focus on defending against this strange Ten Thousand Word Wheel? Or should he continue attacking?
The ferocity of a sword cultivator was vividly displayed on his body at this moment! He couldn't defend because he still didn't know how to defend himself.
Thousands of sword rays seemed to hit nothing when they passed through, as if they didn't exist at all. Would ten thousand sword rays be effective?
In a desperate situation, he threw his last few hundred sword rays into the attack. He was completely defenseless now! However, his flying swords would arrive before the Ten Thousand Word Wheel!
It was a competition of who was more ruthless! Would the monk withdraw his wheel? Or would he withdraw his sword?
The Swordsman only had one choice!
Both of them were ruthless enough!
Ye Hang was shocked to see the Swordsman, who had always been cautious, completely disregard his own safety in this attack. It was as if he was going to die together with his opponent!
He wouldn't withdraw his wheel either. Although most of his karmic power was on the Ten Thousand Word Wheel, he still believed that his slightly dimmed wheel would still be able to block the flying swords! Even if the flying swords were faster and denser this time!
As long as he clenched his teeth and held on, the Swordsman's defenseless body wouldn't be able to dodge the Formless Charity! As for him, he would at most suffer some ordinary injuries!
If the Swordsman dared to fight, so did he!
Just as Lou Xiaoyi expected, his flying swords arrived first!
Under the full force of his Stellar Dao, they broke through the Ten Thousand Word Wheel's blade and instantly changed into the Five Elemental Wheel. Their power didn't diminish even as they collided with the Ten Thousand Word Wheel!
Ye Hang could feel that the Swordsman's sword was different from the others. The complicated changes in his Dao successfully broke through the Ten Thousand Word Wheel that he was so proud of. However, he couldn't withdraw his attack now!
Not only him, but also the Swordsman. Neither of them could withdraw their attacks! Withdrawing meant death!
He still had the wheel hub! He still had karmic power!
However, Ye Hang's last hope was completely destroyed by the Luck Severing. The wheel hub, which had temporarily lost the protection of merit, was shattered by the eruption of the Great Dao of Slaughter. It was also at this moment that the swastika seal firmly imprinted itself into Lou Xiaoyi's body!
Both sides suffered great losses!
Ye Hang felt that the Sword Qi in his body was piercing his heart like thousands of arrows, mercilessly wreaking havoc. The Five Elemental Stars intertwined with each other, and the changes didn't stop for a single moment. His meridians, acupoints, muscles, and bones were minced into pieces! Even the power of merit could not help him for the time being!
However, he still possessed the basic abilities of a cultivator, even if this ability was not even a hundredth of what it was at his peak.
A lotus platform popped out on its own. The petals opened and wrapped around him before closing seamlessly. At the same time, light and shadow intertwined. The color of the lotus slowly faded and distorted. Under a vague spatial force, it gradually disappeared. It was unknown which dimensional space it had gone to, and it could no longer be found!
It was a bit like Xia Bingji's Space Silkworm Chrysalis, but of a much higher level!
This was the safest way. Who knew what kind of trouble he would encounter if he stayed here? Humans and monsters, when he was intact, everyone would stay away from him. But what about when he lost his ability to defend himself? Who could guarantee that others would not have bad intentions?
This was the last means of self-protection for the monks of the Heavy Mountain Temple. It was a treasure that the senior monks took from the lotus seeds of the Nine Songs Buddhist Lotus. After countless procedures and numerous sacrificial refinements, it could completely seal the space and maintain a relatively undisturbed state in order to help the monks recover.
The injury was very serious, very serious. Ever since he started cultivating, he had never suffered such a serious injury! However, he was still very satisfied! No matter how serious the injury was, he could slowly recover with time. The power of the Tao state was not worth mentioning because the power of merit was endless. He would eventually be able to completely dissolve it one day!
As for the body, it was just a trivial matter among the various injuries!
The key was the opponent! He had completely received the alms of the swastika seal. Then, what would be the situation of the Swordsman now?
How long would it take for him to abandon the Tao and pray to Buddha? He really wanted to see it with his own eyes. Unfortunately, this was the only thing he was not satisfied with. He could not see the opponent struggling in pain and helplessness. A Daoist who had cultivated for seven hundred years was now covered in the power of merit and faith. It must be very interesting!
However, although he could not see it, he could feel it through the connection of merit. This was the only fun he had in the lotus platform!
… Lou Xiaoyi looked unscathed from the outside!
However, only he knew the situation inside his body the best! The power of merit and faith had instantly destroyed the system of Daoist techniques that he had cultivated for seven hundred years. The only thing left was the Peacock God's Space in his sea of consciousness!
If the Peacock God's Space was also conquered, he, who was covered in merit, would have to become a monk even if he did not want to!
This was a matter for the future. All he could do now was to use the Peacock God's Space as a final resistance. He could not care about anything else for the time being!
He did not have the lotus platform, nor did he have the meticulous backup plan that the monks had. He could no longer control his body and could only go with the flow. Would he be a floating corpse in the void, or would he fall into the bounded domain? Would those demonic beasts watching from afar want to eat Tang Sanzang's flesh?
On the surface, it looked like both sides were injured, but in reality, he had lost! He could not kill the monk. That damned power of merit had stopped his Tao state from wreaking havoc. Although it would take a long time to completely remove it, as long as he could stabilize it and prevent it from worsening, there would be a day when he would recover.
But what about him? He did not even have a relatively safe environment for healing! He did not have any effective healing methods! He was helpless against someone who had a higher level of merit and Tao state than him! Unless his Tao state was stronger than the monk's merit, but how could it be improved so easily? He was afraid that before he could improve it to a sufficient level, he would have to submit to Buddha!
Lou Xiaoyi immersed the only bit of mental strength that he could control into the Peacock God's Space and left the rest to heaven's will!
This battle let him know that there was always someone better than him. It was a good thing for him. It helped to correct his mentality that was becoming more and more unruly. But did he still have the chance to correct it?
What was extreme joy begetting sorrow? This was extreme joy begetting sorrow! He had just swept away a hundred and fifty thousand spiritual opportunity from Origin Deity Realm, and now he had to pay the price for such evil deeds! This was Heavenly Dao's reincarnation!
Lou Xiaoyi returned his consciousness to the sea of consciousness, to the Peacock Palace. He seemed to have become that big-bellied old crow. As his wings flapped, he tried his best to resist the power of merit that was surging over like a tide!
There were golden Buddhas, lotus bodhisattvas, arhats and monks, endless believers, a beautiful afterlife, Buddhist words of warning, fresh flowers falling, and Sanskrit sounds faintly discernible. It was as if an incomparably peaceful and auspicious enormous Buddhist kingdom was pressing over, wanting to accept him, assimilate him, fuse with him … His future was bright!
He flapped his wings that were becoming heavier and heavier, absolutely not giving up on his resistance!
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