The Name of Eternity.

Chapter 280 No More Wuliang Mountain

Li Hao quickly took out a pill and put it into Old Feng's mouth.

As a golden pill entered his throat, Li Hao could clearly see golden veins emerging in Feng Lao's body, as if he had swallowed an extremely bright golden light, which continued to shine through his throat and into his body, and then illuminated the meridians in his chest in every detail, like a forked sacred tree.

As the golden light shone, dark blood suddenly seeped out of the wound, but upon closer inspection, these dark blood were actually countless tiny insects, like maggots, which were squeezed out of the body as the blood twisted.

As a large number of black bugs were squeezed out of the wound, the blood from the wounds on Old Feng's body gradually dried up and returned to its original bright red color.

And those wounds began to heal slowly under the powerful self-healing ability of his body.

In addition to the whip marks and scratches all over his body, his destroyed senses were gradually recovering.

Li Hao's face was gloomy, and his strength was shaking, wiping out the insects in the blood, leaving only a small number of insects, which he collected into the space of heaven and earth.

"What kind of poisonous insect is this? This method is too vicious!"

Xiyan shrank back onto Li Hao's wrist and said with some fear.

"These bald donkeys have a lot of tricks." Jiang Lichen narrowed his eyes, but he was not too surprised. Apart from martial arts and swordsmanship, there were very few things that could surprise and astonish him, because he didn't care or concern himself with them.

Li Hao didn't say anything, but just clenched his fists slightly.

"You actually used up the chance to defy fate like this. You are really willing to do so."

Jiang Lichen looked at Li Hao, his eyes slightly fixed.

He had met many people, but this was the first time he had seen someone like Li Hao, who was willing to give the opportunity to defy fate to a non-relative.

And it was voluntary, without any coercion.

This is equivalent to the existence of a life!
He couldn't imagine what kind of friendship could make him sacrifice so much for it.

What's more, the target is a thief who is despised by the world.

"If it were him, he would treat me the same way."

Li Hao said softly: "Besides, I don't need it now, so what if it's ten times?"

With his current strength, the only one who can put him in a desperate situation is a person at the Wen Dao Realm, or even a Half-Saint.

For a strong person at this level, the power to defy fate is of little significance and can be concealed.

The so-called changing one's destiny against the will of heaven is nothing but a mortal's delusion.

In front of the Tao and the saints, everything will be crushed and not worth mentioning.

Moreover, if there is a special situation in the future where it is needed, Li Hao still has 100,000 merits in the merit treasure house, which can be exchanged for the power to defy fate ten times.

Previously, he exchanged one at the Prisoner Heaven Island and used it, but it was blocked by the power of Taoism in the abyss, resulting in a waste.

"Ah."

Jiang Lichen did not deny Li Hao's words. With Li Hao's current strength, the effect of the power of defying fate on him was indeed not so absolute, but it was still an extremely precious thing after all.

If you fight desperately with someone of equal strength and both of you are dying, the opponent will have no ability to conceal the truth. At this time, you can escape by pretending to defy fate.

Although Xiyan felt sorry for Li Hao for giving up an opportunity to defy his fate, she could only accept the fact that things had come to this point. She just kept stroking Li Hao's wrist with her little red beard, as if to comfort him.

While the few people were talking, Feng Boping's body gradually healed, and his eye sockets, mouth, nose, etc. all grew back.

But although Feng Ping's body had recovered, his eyes were a little dazed, even slow. He looked around blankly, then looked at Li Hao woodenly, with a familiar yet confused look in his eyes.

"Lao Feng."

Li Hao immediately held his hand, feeling ashamed: "It's my fault that I came back late and made you suffer like this."

Feng Boping was stunned and said, "Little...rat."

"it's me."

"Little, little mouse..."

Feng Boping kept repeating in a daze.

Li Hao was slightly startled, his expression suddenly changed, and he realized something was wrong.

He looked at Old Feng's eyes and found that it was not surprise and confusion, but a kind of slow confusion.

"Master Feng?"

Li Hao's whole body tensed up. He hurriedly checked Feng Lao's body, but found no injuries or abnormalities.

"Little rat..."

Old Feng murmured, still repeating himself blankly, his eyes dull and blank.

Li Hao felt his heart go cold, and the blood in his body seemed to be burning with anger again. There was no doubt that Feng Lao's current condition must be caused by the Buddha, as he couldn't even repair his power to defy fate!

"Ok?"

Jiang Lichen also noticed Feng Boping's situation and asked in surprise, "Is he always like this?"

"No."

"I guess not. It feels more like a missing soul." Jiang Lichen said.

Li Hao was startled and immediately looked at him: "Soul missing?"

"That's right. There are three souls and seven spirits in the spirit. If the soul is missing, this situation will occur, like an idiot. In folk terms, it means that the person has lost his soul." Jiang Lichen said.

Li Hao was shocked, and felt the murderous intent that had subsided in his heart spread out again.

"Well, I roughly know. He was caught by the demon Luo. Before you forced the old bald man out of the Buddha-demon fusion, the demon Luo was his secret. This brother must know this secret. The old bald man used him as bait to attract you. It is very likely that he deliberately let you rescue him in order to ruin your reputation and damage your incense foundation."

"But he doesn't want to expose his secret, so he can only be destroyed. His soul is missing and his body cannot be healed. Tsk, what a good trick."

Jiang Lichen sighed.

Although he was crazy, he was not stupid. After all, he had participated in the battle for the throne, and he quickly told the whole story.

After hearing what he said, Li Hao knew that it was almost certain. He looked at the prince and said:

"Senior, how can we restore the missing soul?"

"The first is to allow the existing souls to slowly split over a long period of time and fill up the gaps again. In other words, they can recover naturally over a long period of time."

"Souls can regenerate just like flowers, plants and trees, but it takes an extremely long time."

"The second way is to find the missing soul. The missing soul may be sealed somewhere in Wuliang Mountain, or it may have been wiped out and escaped into the River of the Dead." Jiang Lichen said.

Upon hearing this, Li Hao's gaze immediately swept towards this sacred mountain, with a chill in his eyes.

"Master Feng, you take a rest first. I will definitely find your missing soul for you!"

Li Hao took a deep breath and spoke solemnly to Mr. Feng.

Old Feng looked at him blankly, as if something was struggling in his eyes, and said, "Quick... run away..."

When Li Hao saw him like this, he felt his heart aching. Even though his soul was missing and his eyes could not see, the old man recognized him now with just one touch.

"Master Feng, it's safe now."

Li Hao suppressed the sadness in his heart and spoke softly, as if coaxing a child to sleep.

When Old Feng heard Li Hao's words, his lips moved slightly, as if he had heard them. The struggle in his eyes slowly disappeared, and a smile appeared. However, due to the loss of his soul, he could not control his expression, and his smile looked a little foolish.

"Okay, okay..." he seemed to respond.

Li Hao couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he asked the Candle God to look after Old Feng. He looked towards the sacred mountain, and his divine sense quickly covered it, spreading and enveloping it, searching from top to bottom.

At the same time, outside Lingshan, many disciples of Wuliangshan, Arhats and guardians came.

Seeing the broken and shattered Lingshan Mountain, they were shocked. The destruction of the previous Buddha's image made them unbelievable. They were shocked and angry.

Although he knew that the person who invaded Wuliang Mountain was extremely strong, the faith engraved in his bones overcame his fear at this moment. "Who are you? How dare you invade my Wuliang Mountain!"

"This is in Dayu's territory. Do you want to be wanted by Dayu?!"

Angry shouts were heard one after another.

Li Hao, who was searching for Lingshan, instantly transformed the murderous intent he had previously restrained into a fierce power. He raised his head and looked around, with murderous intent in his eyes emanating, and a sharp blade like a substance swept out.

With a bang, these people who were shouting angrily, including an Arhat who was at the third immortal realm, felt their blood boiling under the intimidation of Li Hao, and their chests felt as if they were hit by a heavy hammer, and they spit out blood on the spot.

That body that was invulnerable to swords and knives could not resist.

"roll!"

Words filled with murderous intent squeezed out of Li Hao's mouth, and several explosions sounded one after another. The bodies of several Arhats in the Third Immortal Realm who were leading the group were suddenly torn apart and died on the spot.

The others who still wanted to curse were frightened and the hot blood that had rushed to their heads was immediately extinguished, and their eyes were filled with fear.

Li Hao's spiritual sense searched Lingshan, but found no trace of Feng Lao's soul, nor did he find any suspicious places. Instead, he saw a cave in the back mountain, which contained Feng Lao's breath. The lava pool, chains and other torture instruments all had remnants of Feng Lao's breath.

Li Hao's face looked grim. There was no doubt that this was the place where Old Feng had been tortured before.

"Back off."

Li Hao whispered to Zhuhuoshen and Jiang Lichen.

The two were surprised, but seeing that Li Hao's aura was fluctuating violently, they realized something and quickly flew away.

Bang! !

As soon as they retreated, Li Hao suddenly condensed a dazzling sword energy and slashed out fiercely.

The entire Lingshan Mountain, from the top of the mountain to the body of the mountain, was split in half by this sword!

Such a scene made the many disciples of Wuliangshan who came to angrily rebuke it all shocked and unbelievable.

I just felt that the sacred mountain standing on the spiritual platform in my heart was destroyed, just like my faith was torn apart!
Bang bang bang!
Li Hao's sword energy dispersed and swept into the magma pool, killing all the demons inside.

Looking at the incomplete sacred mountain that was split into two, the spirit gathering formation on it was also torn apart and it was no longer a holy place for cultivation.

"Now, those who wish to leave Wuliang Mountain may take off their monk robes and leave the mountain!"

Li Hao turned around and looked at the many Wuliangshan disciples in front of him. His cold voice spread throughout the entire Brahma Pure Land World:
"The Buddha is dead, and there will be no more Wuliang Mountain!"

"I'll give you ten breaths of time!"

"Those who stay behind will die!"

As Li Hao's voice spread, all the disciples in the entire Wuliang Mountain area, all the peaks, and the disciples who were meditating or sleeping in the Buddhist temples were all startled and shocked.

"Is the Buddha dead?"

"How is it possible? After the battle just now, could it be that..."

On the hilltops far away from Lingshan, some disciples of Wuliangshan felt the great battle, but their cultivation was too low and their perception was limited, so they had no idea that the Buddha was actually dead.

When they heard Li Hao's voice at this moment, they were all shocked.

Li Hao didn't say anything, but a wave of swords gradually gathered above his head.

His eyes were cold as he stood above the sacred mountain that was split by a sword, like a young fighting god, looking down at the many Buddhist disciples in front of him.

The vast and majestic sword tide condensed like a whirlpool in the sea, bringing with it a terrifying aura, lightning and thunder, making all the Buddhist disciples tremble with fear.

It seems like the end of the world has come.

"how so……"

"My Wuliang Mountain has stood for thousands of years, yet it has encountered such a disaster..."

"Is the Great Yu Dynasty really going to decline? Buddha, have mercy on me. Where is the heaven..."

Many old monks stepped out of the temple and looked at the vast sword tide with shock and sadness in their eyes.

"Quick, take off your monk's robes."

Many young men from aristocratic families who had just joined Wuliang Mountain quickly took off their monk robes and hurried down the mountain.

Some old monks had firm faith in Buddhism and during this disaster, they sat in the square, clasped their hands together, and chanted Buddhist scriptures, as if they were trying to fight against this disaster.

Under the leadership of some old monks, more and more Buddhist disciples sat in the square, and Buddhist scriptures that sounded like the sound of Sanskrit were heard, as if they wanted to resist the killing power of the devil with the truth of Buddhism.

The swirling sword energy became even larger, spreading out from the top of Lingshan Mountain and spreading to the tops of more than a dozen peaks.

There was a biting cold air between heaven and earth.

Among the numerous Buddhist disciples who rushed to Mount Lingshan, some stood in the distance in horror, with their hands clasped together and an expression of being ready to die.

Some fled in panic, tore off their monk robes and ran away.

The catastrophe is coming, with all kinds of faces.

"Master...is dead."

On a mountain peak, Li Qianfeng stepped out of the Buddhist temple and was stunned looking at the sword tide hovering in the distant sky.

The master who was sitting high and mighty on the lotus platform, actually... died?
He found it a little difficult to understand and couldn't believe it, but he knew that it was true. Otherwise, how could his master allow anyone to desecrate the sacred mountain?

"Master, let's go quickly. The Buddha is dead. We have to leave quickly."

Another old monk chased out and said hurriedly.

Although he looks like a monk, he is actually a member of the Li family. He came here to accompany Li Qianfeng in his practice and to take care of Li Qianfeng.

"Who did this?" Li Qianfeng tried his best to look into the distance, trying to see clearly the figure under the sword tide.

"It must be some demon. It could even be Mara, the old enemy of the Buddha."

As the old monk spoke, he hurriedly helped Li Qianfeng take off his white cassock, and at the same time threw some ordinary rough clothes to Li Qianfeng, saying:
"Young Master, put it on quickly. Let's disguise ourselves as outer disciples and go down the mountain. The man who killed the Buddha will definitely not let you go. You are the Buddha's personal disciple."

Li Qianfeng's face changed slightly, and he immediately reacted and quickly took the clothes and put them on.

"go!"

He took one last deep look at the sacred mountain and quickly went down the mountain.

At the same time, Li Hao's ten-breath countdown was coming to an end.

"die!"

Li Hao looked at the Arhats and Dharma protectors in front of him who were chanting sutras for him and trying to liberate him through the truth of Buddhist scriptures. His eyes were cold and emotionless.

The sword wave circling above their heads suddenly rushed down, and in an instant, all these golden-bodied Arhats in the third immortal realm were torn into a bloody rain.

The blood rain splashed on Lingshan Mountain, dyeing the broken mountain, which was split into two, red.

In the distance where the sword tide covered, beams of sword energy shuttled out and killed, tearing apart the Buddhist temples on the outer mountains and destroying the Buddha statues.

Those who were sitting in the square chanting Buddhist scriptures listened to the sound of the temple being split open and felt the ground shaking. Some of them opened their eyes tremblingly, and finally could not suppress the fear in their hearts, so they tore off their monk robes and quickly fled.

And the vast majority of the remaining ones continued to chant Buddhist scriptures there, and the buzzing sound like Sanskrit could be heard from the top of the mountain.

In this earth-shattering and dark endless sword wave, these Sanskrit sounds seem to be the last light of humanity in the doomsday.

Bang bang bang!
Countless sword energies penetrated and tore the square apart, flattened one mountain after another, and destroyed the Buddhist temple, Buddha statues, incense burners, and copper coin tripods.

The sword energy passed through the Buddhist disciples who were holding their hands together and chanting Buddhist scriptures, but did not kill them. Instead, it destroyed the buildings and the ground around them.

Many people who were chanting Buddhist scriptures opened their eyes, their looks slightly dazed.

The vast sword energy wreaked havoc but did not kill all the chanters. After flattening the mountain top, it flew back to the sky and slowly dissipated.

(End of this chapter)