Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 410 Although defeated, it is still glorious
Sanskrit sounds rang out, and a skinny figure occupied half the sky, "Buddha have mercy on me, Amitabha!" He put his hands together and separated into several Buddha palms to attack Yunxiao and several others who were killing in Tuo’s army.

Yunxiao and the others saw the huge Buddha's handprint coming and did not dare to be negligent. They flew up to resist the pressing Buddha's palm. With a few loud bangs, several people were pressed under the palm and could not move.

"Fellow Daoist Randeng, long time no see, I hope you are well!" A huge figure appeared in the other half of the sky. Wu Cang recognized this figure. It was the Immortal Master Miao Dao of Xuanling Sect who had attacked him in Dongsheng.

After Miaodao showed up, three rays of light flew out from his fingers and shot towards the three statues released by Wuzhe. 'Bang... Bang... Bang...' The three statues were shattered. Wuzhe's body shook and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Miaodao coldly.

Randeng glanced at Wuzhan and said nothing. He turned to Miaodao and said, "This old bone can't hold out for much longer. But Friend Miaodao has made another breakthrough."

Miao Dao smiled and said, "You are joking. You and I have both escaped from the cycle of reincarnation. It is up to you to decide how long you want to live."

Randeng said: "The time that you are talking about is not the time that I am talking about. For the good, a thousand years is not long, and for the evil, a moment is too long. It is only a thought."

"I won't argue with you at this moment. I just hope you can let go and not get involved in worldly disputes."

Ran Deng said: "Of course we have to release them, but we need them to put down their butcher knives."

"It seems that fellow Taoist will definitely take care of it today."

Randeng said: "Amitabha, if you don't care about it anymore, there will be no one to bully me in the Buddhist sect!"

Miaodao's expression changed slightly, "Then I'd better ask you to leave!" As he said that, a huge vortex suddenly formed in the sky, and a fireball covering the entire sky fell down with a bang.

The fireball was too huge. Once it fell, all the soldiers of the two countries on the ground would be killed and buried in the sea of ​​fire. They looked at the apocalyptic scene in horror and gave up trying to escape.

Randeng said, “Amitabha, your nature has not changed. I have no choice but to accept it!” A huge Buddha’s palm stretched out and caught the fireball in mid-air. ‘Puff…’ The Buddha’s palm began to burn. Thick smoke covered the sky, but flames still came out from between the fingers and fell to the ground, burning large groups of soldiers.

Buddha caught the fireball and threw it into the desert. Boom... the desert turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"Huh..." Another fireball fell from the whirlpool. Randeng sighed and used his other hand to catch the fireball. This time, when Randeng caught it, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and his face showed pain. He threw the fireball into the desert again.

At this time, Yunxiao and others who were trapped broke free from the Buddha's palm, flew up, and continued to slaughter the crowd.

Ashoka looked up at the sky, hoping that more soldiers could enter the Golden Gate. However, there were too many people. If this continued, they would not be able to pass the third level or they would be slaughtered by the people of Xiandaoyuan.

Wuzhan was severely injured by Miaodao. Gushe was the first to rush over and stood in front of him. Shentu and Lu Hong successively repelled their opponents and stood on both sides of Wuzhan.

Gushe said: "My lord, please retreat first, leave this to us!"

Seeing Wuzhan hesitated, Shen Tu said, "My lord, when that fellow is free, he will start to attack you. I can't care about that anymore, let's retreat!"

Lu Hong urged, "My lord, if you have a green mountain, you will never worry about a lack of firewood. As long as some time passes, Miao Dao will definitely not be your opponent. Just hide from him for now!"

Wuzhan said sternly: "If I escape today, I will not be qualified to be your lord. Miaodao attacked me twice. Today, I will at least make him take my blow. The rest is up to you." After he finished speaking, he jumped up. His body suddenly grew larger and he flew high. The soul sword in his hand extended a thousand feet in length, fluttering as he rushed towards Miaodao.

"You are confused, my lord!" Shen Tu shook his head helplessly.

However, there was a look of approval in Gushe's eyes. Knowing that Miaodao was the supreme among all immortals and the pinnacle of Shengyuan, he still wanted to fight with him. This was the determination and domineering of the Emperor.

Miaodao saw Wuzhan coming to kill him and sneered, "Do you really think you are annihilated?" He stretched out his palm and slapped down the ground with a palm that was almost as strong as Taidou's. The mortals on the ground could not stand the strong pressure and were pressed to the ground, their bones broken, bleeding from all seven orifices, and some even died instantly.

Randeng chanted the Buddha's name, and golden light covered a large area. The mortals felt better, but he himself started coughing violently and vomiting blood.

'Bang...' The knife cut through the giant dark palm, and a figure broke out of the palm. The next moment, he appeared in front of Miao Dao and slashed at Miao Dao's face with a knife.

Miaodao felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand. He had not felt this kind of feeling for a long time. He seemed to feel it for a moment, and then Zunyan became furious. With a thought, the huge palm came to Wuzhan's head in an instant.

"Boom..." Wuzhan's body shook, blood spurted from his mouth, and he fell rapidly. "Boom..." His body shattered the mountain and he was embedded in the ground. "Bang..." A huge pit thousands of feet deep exploded on the ground. Wuzhan's mouth curled up slightly and he fainted.

"My lord!" Shen Tu and his companions rushed forward, but unexpectedly several saints had already blocked their way and they were once again involved in a fierce battle.

Even the saints in the heavens like Mirage Dragon all admired Wuzhan's courage. With only the second level of Saint Yuan, he dared to challenge the thirty-sixth level of the Immortal Lord. Although he only injured his palm, that was something they never dared to think about.

Chi You and other members of the Nitian Sect all had awe in Wuzhan, this was the basis for them to follow them until death, this sword was the first step towards the heaven, although it was an honor in defeat, they firmly believed that Wuzhan would not die, there would be a second, a third,... Meng Yi was also dumbfounded at this moment, tears streaming down his face without him knowing when, "My dear brother,..., my dear brother,..." He did not expect that the sickly boy of the past could now challenge the master of the heaven, what happened today was beyond his cognition, and this incident had completely destroyed his cognition, he was already full of ambition, but compared with Wuzhan, he could only feel his blood boiling.

Randeng said, "Amitabha, I feel relieved!" and his figure disappeared. He knew that Wuzhan's knife was buying time for all living beings, and it would save a large number of lives in a moment. This was an act of sacrificing one's life for righteousness, and it would do immeasurable merit.

Miaodao was still furious. He stretched out his hand to grab Wuzhan and squeezed him hard. Wuzhan's bones were broken and his internal organs were shattered. He threw him heavily to the ground. Seeing that Wuzhan had turned into mud, he said to Xu Shi, "The Heaven is going to execute him in Xianyang City. Let the world see what the consequences of defying the majesty of Heaven are." His figure disappeared into the sky.

Mayor Xu breathed a sigh of relief, "He's finally in my hands. Now all the new and old grudges are settled." He took out the soul chain, passed it through Wuzhe Baiji, and tied him up tightly.

Shen Tu and others looked at each other when they saw this and did not go to rescue Wuzhan. At Chi You's command, the Ni Tian Sect members fled eastward, looking quite embarrassed. In fact, Wuzhan had more important things for them to do.

When the Mirage Dragon saw that the Anti-Heaven Cult was defeated, he laughed loudly, waved the Scepter of the Undead, and controlled the undead to kill the crowd, leaving behind piles of bones.

The saints in heaven were very dissatisfied when they saw Mirage Dragon slaughtering undead indiscriminately and absorbing a large number of undead to join the undead army. However, due to the appearance of Miaodao, they did not dare to stop it. Although Mirage Dragon was expelled from the sect by Miaodao, those who knew the situation knew that Mirage Dragon was just a scapegoat, and his comeback this time would definitely be inseparable from Miaodao's support.

This was a war between the East and the West, and also a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism. Unlike in the past, this was a direct fight in the open, which severely damaged Buddhism. As a result, these saints had become unscrupulous and madly killed soldiers who did not have time to retreat on the battlefield, and even spared the Qin army.

Ashoka watched helplessly as thousands of soldiers had not yet retreated, his heart broken, and was pulled into the Golden Gate by several generals.

After returning to his country, he became a monk and built a stone pillar to record his crimes and inform the common people. This period is known in history as the "White Ashoka" era.

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Meng Yi led a dozen survivors and walked out of the desert into Longxi. The sky was red and the sun was nowhere to be seen. In the Qin territory, natural disasters occurred one after another, monsters were rampant, plagues continued, and rumors were everywhere.

"The Qin Emperor was tyrannical, aggressive, and treacherous. He imposed excessive taxes, destroyed ancestral temples, blasphemed the gods and ancestors, oppressed the people, built large-scale projects, imposed heavy punishments, burned books and buried scholars alive. Heaven was angry and people resented, and all lives were lost. After the death of the First Emperor, the country was torn apart..."

Meng Yi heard many complaints along the way, and the people were living in poverty. Looking at the tattered battle flags, the place seemed even more desolate and dilapidated.

Ying Zheng had not been seen for several months. He was as thin as a stick and lay on the hall, looking extremely depressed. Meng Yi knelt in the hall, tears already welling up in his eyes. "Meng Yi led 100,000 soldiers and 300,000 horses to defeat the 8 million of Magadha, but was punished by heaven. The Xiandao Academy was massacred and the entire army was annihilated. I only... I only brought back 14 people. Please punish me, Your Majesty!"

Logically speaking, even if the entire army was wiped out, defeating an army of eight million with only 100,000 soldiers was an unprecedented achievement, and all officials should have celebrated. However, all officials in the hall were in deathly silence.

Ying Zheng stretched out his shaking hands and hesitated for a long time before saying, "I know. One hundred thousand soldiers died in the battle. I don't blame you, General. But how can I let you go for accepting bribes and colluding with the enemy? The Imperial Master was helping me kill the enemy, but you put the blame on him, Meng Yi. I didn't expect you to be so shameless."

Meng Yi had expected such an ending, and suddenly laughed out loud, "My Meng family soldiers have served the Qin State for generations, and have died on the battlefield. They have never collaborated with the enemy and sold out their country. Meng Yi's heart is known to heaven and earth. This Western Expedition is not in vain, and it is very satisfying. It's a pity that the 100,000 cavalrymen did not die at the hands of the enemy, but died under the butcher knife of the Xiandao Academy. Your Majesty doesn't believe it, and the officials don't believe it. It doesn't matter to Meng Yi anymore. I have seen that scene. The world will perish, and all the people will suffer. There is no hope, no hope."

Ying Zheng got angry and pointed at Meng Yi and shouted, "Meng Yi, I see you don't want to live anymore!"

"I'm dying, I'm dying!" He slowly stood up and walked out of the hall in a daze.

"Meng Yi, come back here, do you want to die?"

Meng Yi did not stop and said, "My dear brother, the second brother is leaving first!" After saying that, he walked out of the hall, drew his sword and committed suicide.

When the officials saw Meng Yi was so resolute, they were shocked and covered their chests, not daring to make a sound.

Ying Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and all the officials shouted, "Your Majesty, take care of yourself!"

Zhao Gao hurried forward and patted Ying Zheng's back, "Your Majesty, please don't be angry!"

The palace maid brought the medicine, Ying Zheng took a sip, took a breath, and said dejectedly: "I don't want to sentence him to death, but he..." He coughed violently a few more times.

Li Si stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty has been too busy these days. After what happened, you should go back to your bedroom and rest. Don't be sad."

Ying Zheng nodded, and walked into the back hall with the help of Zhao Gao, and asked Zhao Gao, "Has Fusu returned?"

"The edict has been sent out."

"If he comes back, please come and see me. Also, he will be executed in a few days. First..., no obstacles, I want to see him for the last time. Please go and arrange it."

(End of this chapter)