Xuanxia

Chapter 807 Stand Up
"The flesh and blood bag is the basis of reincarnation. It is replaced by a hundred lives, and the pain never stops. However, the Buddha of a hundred disasters has no self and no form. He uses pain as practice and reincarnation as nirvana. He is born in every life and dies in every life. He does not dwell in life and death, and does not think about reincarnation. In life and death, he sees the emptiness of life and death. In reincarnation, he sees the silence of reincarnation..."

The "Hundred Disasters Sutra" resounded over the Xuanmeng Square.

This was not thought by Huijue, but came from the mouth of Fu Qingzhou.

The stars were flowing in his three eyes, his face was calm and thoughtless, full of divinity, but there was a strong bloody energy lingering around him.

It was Huijue's "Blood Sea Robe Power" that made him become like this.

He didn't need to learn, and he just became an existence that was even more evil and bloody than Huijue's Blood Sea Robe Kung Fu!

As the Buddhist scriptures were chanted, everyone around couldn't help but kneel down with their heads in their hands. Bloodshot eyes and bloody qi began to spread from their bodies.

Even those who escaped from the gate of Xuanmeng were affected by the chanting and fell to the ground with red eyes.

In the past, Huijue also needed to plant the seeds of the Hundred Disasters Sutra in the hearts of his disciples first, and then use Sanskrit chanting to induce them to generate blood and energy. But now, Fu Qingzhou can do it just by reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Not only that……

The sound of the Buddhist chanting became louder and louder, and farther and farther, until it drifted towards Luoyi and towards the countless people in this city.

Long before Jiang Baichuan appeared and the first round of fighting began, the city had already experienced a round of chaos.

Several Xuanxing masters, dozens of Dongtian masters, plus tens of thousands of Jianghu people...

The noise of their fighting was earth-shaking!

Therefore, Prefect Wen Renjun, who had already received orders from Fu Qingzhou, had already arranged personnel to evacuate the people around Xuanmeng.

But no matter what, it was impossible for Governor Wen to drive out all the people in the city and leave the city for them to use as a battlefield. Therefore, the people were only temporarily transferred to the south and west of the city, which were the farthest away from the Xuan League.

They hid in government offices, in temporarily requisitioned restaurants, in the courtyards of wealthy families... and listened in fear to the sounds of fighting coming from afar.

Then, the sound of Sanskrit chanting came.

The people were stunned at first, and then a crazy, bloody, cruel, yet inexplicably peaceful and compassionate mood emerged from them.

Unlike those martial arts practitioners, the countless people in this city did not have any headaches or struggles at all. Before they could even react, blood energy filled their bodies, their eyes gradually became empty, and they involuntarily clasped their hands together.

They had never even heard of the Hundred Evils Sutra, yet now they were reciting it one by one!

Even Prefect Wen couldn't help but put his hands together and recite the scriptures in a daze at the sound of the Buddhist chanting.

If there were anyone who was not affected, it would be those who were knocked down by the white mist figure before.

After they were transported out of Xuanmeng, they were thrown in a scattered and chaotic manner onto the donkey carts and ox carts that had been prepared long ago. There were so many of them that it was impossible to transport them one by one by horse-drawn carts. Therefore, they were piled up on the carts in a haphazard manner like corpses on the battlefield.

No matter whether they were powerful Xuanxing warriors like Baihe Zhenren or generals like Hong Zhi and Ning Wushu, they were all piled together with other people in a mess and transported away together.

It was obvious that King Xishuo originally...planned to do something to these people.

But now, as the sound of Sanskrit chanting sounded, the drivers all rolled off the donkey carts and ox carts, their bodies covered in blood and in great pain.

The cows and donkeys were not affected at all and continued to move forward slowly.

The unconscious people on the large cart they were pulling could not hear or feel the Buddhist chanting at all. They just stayed unconscious, being dragged away by the cart.

……

"This is the Hundred Disasters Sutra..."

King Xishuo was surrounded by white mist and holding the scabbard of the royal sword, but he was still losing ground.

But unlike others, he was at least not affected by the Buddhist scriptures and chanting, and his mind remained extremely clear.

"What on earth are you?"

His eyes were extremely solemn, and he asked in a deep voice, "Is this the reason why Huijue was willing to betray you and keep you?"

But Fu Qingzhou certainly didn't answer. He just calmly recited the Buddhist scriptures and continued to walk forward slowly. I don't know what he wanted to do.

At this moment, a clear shout that pierced the sky came from behind him!

"Brother Fu, stop!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a straight line with no front or back, no up or down, neither horizontal nor vertical, just came across.

It is not a straight line visible to the naked eye, but appears in people's minds.

The moment this straight line appeared, everyone knew that the Righteous Sword had arrived.

But no one knows whether it is a horizontal slash, a vertical stab, a vertical chop, or an upward thrust, or... it doesn't matter, it just comes.

Fu Qingzhou's three eyes widened slightly at the same time. After a moment, he crossed his arms and protected himself.

puff!

A stream of blood spurted out from his arm. His body was also impacted and he slid back several steps. Even the blood on his body dispersed slightly, and the sound of his chanting came to an abrupt end.

Da da da.

Hua Wuying, holding a righteous sword in his hand, looked exhausted and weak. He walked up from behind Fu Qingzhou step by step.

He clearly came from behind, but the sword stabbed in front of Fu Qingzhou.

Perhaps it was this strange, erratic and indescribable sword technique that made Fu Qingzhou choose to resist rather than dodge.

So he slowly turned around and looked at Hua Wuying.

"Brother Fu."

Hua Wuying's voice was bright, but his breath was insufficient and very weak: "Stop."

Fu Qingzhou tilted his head slightly, but his gaze turned to the righteous sword.

The next moment, he raised his hand without warning, formed a seal with the five fingers of his right hand, and a bloody golden Buddhist handprint blasted over!

Hua Wuying's pupils shrank, and he suddenly held the sword in front of him and slashed with it!
Zheng!
Amid the sound of the sword, the straight line flashed again, and the big handprint was obviously cut into two halves and disappeared into nothingness!
But this sword was obviously not easy for Hua Wuying. He groaned and his face tensed a little.

On the other side, with the appearance of Hua Wuying, King Xishuo’s pressure suddenly decreased.

Seeing Fu Qingzhou turned around, he narrowed his eyes slightly, tightly grasped the scabbard of Wang Jian, and prepared to do something.

But at this moment, a strange force suddenly descended from the sky and enveloped him.

This force was also invisible and intangible, but it locked onto King Xishuo with great clarity, making him unable to move!
"Father..."

Not far away, Zhao Hao held a ceremonial sword, pointed at King Xishuo from afar, and walked closer step by step with a stern face.

King Xishuo's pupils shrank, and he tightened the scabbard of the sword in his hand, but he was unable to get rid of this power!
How can this be?

"Father, I don't know what methods you have."

Zhao Hao pursed his lips and slowly approached. His voice trembled slightly at the beginning, and then gradually stabilized: "I am not like you. I have learned so many ancient rituals and am proficient in Dayan laws..."

"I also don't know how you and the late emperor understood life and death and how you mastered the ways of the soul."

"But I know that you don't want to die, and you will use life and death to attack your opponent. The so-called road of life and death is not that simple for you."

"So, you killed people, you hurt people... You must know in your heart that it's wrong."

"Whatever your purpose is, it can never be the right thing if the means are wrong."

As he spoke, Zhao Hao had already walked in front of King Xishuo, tightly grasping the ceremonial sword, and said in a deep voice: "Father, stop!"

(End of this chapter)