Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 697: No Way Back (1/2)

"You call that thing a demon!"

The things in front of him were like an avalanche, and each evil demon was just a snowflake among them. When they gathered together, they felt like they were stretching the earth and the sky, which was daunting.

Looking at the evil demons rushing towards the town like a tide, Xuankong had only one thought.

Bailong, you XXX!
Monks don’t swear unless they really can’t help it!

Looking around, there are a large number of real Buddhas outside the city.

These real Buddhas are big and small, but all of them have majestic appearances and compassionate faces, which make people worship them after seeing them.

Although there is no majesty of the real Buddha in reality, the game still has a strong Buddhist nature, which makes Xuankong yearn for it.

But when he thought that such a majestic true Buddha was actually regarded as an evil demon, he felt a surge of anger in his heart, and he wished he could rush into the Bailong Sect right away and hang Bailong and others up and beat them.

He is truly an evil heretic, doing such despicable things!
After hearing Xuan Kong's question, Ding Jie wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, smiled obscenely and said, "Yes, these are indeed evil demons. I'm lucky today, they are such powerful evil demons."

"You said they were gathering their strength?" Xuan Kong was even more incredulous, "They are real Buddhas!"

"What real Buddha?" Ding Jie said in astonishment, "These are not real Buddhas. How can D-level evil demons be real Buddhas? They are D-level celestial demons."

Xuankong thought for a moment, and then remembered what the demon was.

The demons are the enemy of Buddhist monks. They are colorless, tasteless, shadowless and invisible, but they can also change everything.

Once the Buddha's heart is not strong enough and the devil sees the flaw in the heart, the devil will transform into the thing that the cultivator desires most.

Although the power of the demons is not strong and most of them cannot even defeat entry-level monks, due to their unpredictable nature, many monks still fall into their trap.

After knowing that the other party was actually a demon, Xuankong breathed a sigh of relief.

Wiping the sweat off his bald head, he said with relief: "So it's a demon. I thought they used the real Buddha as a monster. Not bad, this restoration is quite good. Ding Jie, what did you see?"

"Don't worry about it! Anyway, it's enough to save energy! Hehe, this pattern, this color, it's top quality!"

Looking at the man helplessly, Xuan Kong was about to step forward to fight, but was immediately pulled back by Ding Jie.

Xuan Kong, who was forcibly pulled back, turned his head and asked with a frown: "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Ding Jie asked unhappily, "Your magic power isn't even dissipated, are you going up there to seek death?"

"What do you mean?"

"Have you forgotten what I said before? The curse of the end of the law will dissipate the magic power. But what dissipates is the magic power from the outside world. You will have no problem cultivating magic power again here. It just so happens that you are going to the Buddha Kingdom later, so let it dissipate now."

"You have a point. Okay, let's go."

Enormous magical power spread out, and the demon that had just rushed in front of Xuankong was instantly wiped out without a trace by the impact of this magical power.

Seeing this, Ding Jie's face showed strange color, and he couldn't help but sighed: "Are all people called Xuankong so powerful? How much mana did you gather before? How come it dispersed just like that?"

Without answering, Xuankong stepped forward with bare hands and faced the demon in front of him.

Although he knew that the True Buddhas in front of him were all transformed by the Heavenly Demon, Xuan Kong still hesitated for a moment when he saw the True Buddhas everywhere in the mountains, then he bowed and said, "True Buddha, I'm sorry."

Then, he raised his palm and hit the "True Buddha" in the face, knocking out his teeth and twisting his face. He fell to the ground and turned into a corpse. Looking at the corpse of the True Buddha, Xuan Kong took a breath of cold air.

So real!

Even though he knew that this was a game and that it was the soul-stealing effect brought about by the magic, the authenticity of it still surprised Xuankong.

Without thousands or even tens of thousands of attempts, it would be impossible to achieve such a realistic effect. The White Dragon Sect actually had enough mana to support such a huge number of practice times. It was indeed a magic sect.

But I have to say, it feels so good!
Although Xuankong has acquired innate wisdom, he is essentially still an eighteen-year-old boy.

Although he had the blessing of Buddhism to keep his mind calm on a normal day, after knowing that this was a game and he could do whatever he wanted, the restraint in his heart suddenly disappeared, letting him know that he could do whatever he wanted.

And in a secret corner of his heart, he was still excited by the miserable condition of the True Buddha.

The high and mighty True Buddha was knocked to his knees by his punch. The contrast and the joy of breaking the taboo made his fist tremble, and he even wanted to throw a few more punches.

When he saw that there were more True Buddhas waiting for him to clean up, he revealed a ferocious smile, then stepped forward and pounced on the "True Buddha" in front of him.

Just like a tiger returning to the mountains, even without magic power, Xuankong's body is quite powerful. With a wave of his hands, he can clear out a large number of demons, allowing him to move freely in his own land.

Half an hour later, a loud bell rang out, like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, calming down Xuan Kong whose blood was boiling.

Looking around, he saw that the demons that had filled the mountain had disappeared, and the piles of "true Buddhas" had also disappeared.

If it weren't for the slight pain still remaining in his hand, he would have thought he was dreaming.

"Are you OK?"

Xuan Kong subconsciously wanted to punch out, but then stopped abruptly.

Turning to face Ding Jie, Xuan Kong clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Thank you for your concern, I am fine."

"I'm glad you're okay. I just thought you were going to kill me." Ding Jie patted his chest with lingering fear, then rushed over excitedly, pinched Xuan Kong's arm and said, "You can do it. This training was not in vain."

"Well...you just said, what do you think you mean when you say I want to kill you too?" Xuan Kong asked worriedly.

"That's what it means. You were so murderous just now, and the people watching were scared to death. It's a pity for those demons. I wanted to admire you for a while longer."

Xuan Kong was silent for a while, then he pulled out his golden book and looked up his performance in the game.

In the replay of Jin Shu, he saw that his own game player was smiling extremely brightly, using various killing moves one after another, and blasting the real Buddhas in front of him into pieces one by one, leaving no one alive.

Looking carefully at his own expression, he felt that the self in the game seemed to have become another person, a person he did not recognize at all.

He immediately quit the game, sat cross-legged, and silently recited "The Art of Correcting the Mind" in an attempt to suppress his inner excitement.

But then he discovered that his state of mind could no longer return to its previous state, and he couldn't even enter a state of meditation.

Something in his heart had been aroused, making him feel that the fire in his heart was burning fiercely and could not be extinguished at all.

He can't go back anymore.

(End of this chapter)