I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 227: Silent Immortal Sect

Outside the temple, Buddhist chants were like thunder, and the sound waves were rolling, causing the eardrums of everyone in the temple to ache slightly. The air was filled with a solemn and murderous aura, making it difficult for people to breathe.

Fang Ping's expression changed slightly, his eyes immediately became alert, and a sense of foreboding flashed through his mind.

His palms clenched slightly, but he tried to remain calm, staring coldly in the direction of the temple gate.

"Amitabha! Donor Fang, you are quite arrogant."

Outside the door, a voice came closer and closer, with a powerful tone, "I would like to see how effective the 'Silent Immortal' you worship is, and whether it can really protect you, the followers of this evil cult."

Before he finished speaking, a figure slowly walked into the hall.

The man was wearing tattered monk's robes, with a stern face, eyes as sharp as torches and gazes as sharp as knives. His glance made people shudder and a sense of invisible fear arose in their hearts.

The monk's steps were as steady as a mountain, and his aura was as calm as still water. Although he had no gorgeous decorations, he had an unparalleled aura.

Every step he took seemed to cause the earth to tremble, and he approached closer and closer, making people breathless.

Several low-level Silent Immortal followers in the temple had terrified expressions on their faces. Even their heartbeats were locked by the powerful pressure. They felt as if they were being pressed down by thunder and could not move.

Fang Ping's heart trembled.

The monk in front of him turned out to be a sixth-level Buddhist "Heavenly King"!
Such an existence has already stood at the top of the cultivation world and can be called the ultimate in the world.

The men under his command must have been followed by such a strong man all the way here without knowing it, and had led the enemy here.

Fang Ping gritted his teeth secretly, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, but he did not back down, instead his eyes became more determined.

As a person favored by the "Jixian" and the leader of the "Jixian Sect", he must not retreat, let alone show the slightest sign of cowardice, otherwise it will not only shake the confidence of the believers, but also weaken the reputation of the "Jixian Sect" and the immortal.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and suppressed the fear in his heart. His expression remained unchanged, and he still looked calm and composed:

"Monk, why did you trespass into my holy land?"

The monk smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and said in a teasing tone:

"The Jixian Sect has such a great reputation, but I didn't expect that they would occupy the magpie's nest. The so-called 'holy land' is actually in the Erlong Mountain Temple. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if this gets out?"

Fang Ping sneered:
"The power of 'Jixian' is above all other gods. It is a great gift for him to temporarily occupy a small mountain temple. The Erlong Mountain God should feel honored."

The monk gave Fang Ping a sarcastic look:
"Amitabha! As expected of a cult leader, he is eloquent and can confuse right and wrong.

"In that case, I will get straight to the point. We have heard of the name of the "Jingxian Sect" for a long time. After searching for several donors for a long time, we finally found the location of your sect's headquarters.

"Today, I just want to ask you one thing - do you have the name list of your church members and the list of core members? I would like to borrow it and take a look."

Fang Ping had already guessed his intention and sneered:

"What an impolite monk! You are just a mortal, yet you dare to pry into the teachings and inheritance of the immortals? This leader advises you to leave quickly, otherwise the 'Jixian' will punish you and make you die a miserable death."

A trace of regret flashed across the monk's eyes, and he shook his head gently:

"The donor is stubborn and has been worshipping evil spirits, misleading the people. He has committed a capital crime under Daliang's national law.

"The so-called 'Silent Immortal' that you believe in is a powerful 'foreign immortal' from the upper realm. He uses the name of saving the world to establish a false religion, deceive the people, and attempt to descend into the human world.

"Every hundred years, there are always these 'foreign immortals' who want to descend to the heavens, stirring up the storm and bringing disaster to the common people. I have personally witnessed several disasters, and witnessed the gods fighting, destroying the heavens and the earth, and breaking the mountains and rivers. I hope that this time, the donor can turn back from his mistakes and not help the evil."

The monk's voice was calm, with an unquestionable firmness, and his words were full of bewitching power. The eyes of several low-level Silent Immortal followers in the temple flickered after hearing this, and their hearts were shaken.

Fang Ping caught a glimpse of the faces of the believers and became furious. He snorted coldly, his voice cold and sharp:

"Monk, stop your boasting and misleading people with your lies! You are just a mortal, what qualifications do you have to criticize immortals?
"You Buddhist monks, you all recite scriptures and worship Buddha. Why are your Buddhas and Bodhisattvas the saviors of the world and enjoy offerings every day, while the immortals we believe in are considered evil immortals? This is simply nonsense!

"Your gods and Buddhas are falsely compassionate and only save those who are predestined to be saved, and regard all living beings as ants. But the 'Jixian' is the real one who teaches everyone equally. You say he is an evil immortal, but I think your Buddha and Bodhisattva are the real evil ones, who hold justice in check and keep all living beings in captivity.

"Do you think that the truth of this world is only based on your family's opinions?"

Upon hearing this, the monk sighed and shook his head helplessly:
"Donor Fang, Buddha saves all living beings and wishes for peace and tranquility in the world. The 'foreign immortals' you worship are only taking the opportunity to erode this world and bring endless disasters.

"Since you are so stubborn and unrepentant, I will not waste any more words. I will capture you and search your soul and refine your spirit myself. I will find other branches of the Silent Immortal Cult and uproot you. I will not show any mercy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk stepped lightly, and a strong wind suddenly blew up in the whole temple, dust flew everywhere, sandalwood fell over, candlelight flickered, and it seemed that even the heaven and earth were shaken.

All the believers in the temple turned pale, felt an irresistible pressure coming, and breathing became increasingly difficult.

Fang Ping's eyes turned cold, knowing that he could not compete with this monk, but he did not despair.

He slowly closed his eyes, silently chanting the title of the Immortal "Ji" in his heart, and murmured in a low voice:

"God of Silence, please send down your divine power to protect your believers..."

His voice was very low, as if he was calling into the depths of endless darkness.

As the prayer came out like a mumbling voice, a faint black mist suddenly appeared around Fang Ping, and a strange fluctuation was faintly heard in the air, as if something was awakening in the void.

The terrifying aura, carrying an unfathomable chill, gradually spread throughout the mountain temple, making Fang Ping's aura even colder.

The monk frowned slightly, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and said coldly:
"Donor Fang, don't you know that immortals cannot be summoned at will?

“There is a difference between immortals and mortals. Immortals can only live in the starry sky, the abyss, and the depths of the endless sea, and cannot descend into the world.

"Otherwise, why do you think the evil immortal you believe in would look for a proxy in the human world to preach for him, instead of walking around the human world himself to spread his name?"

Before he finished speaking, he was already standing in front of Fang Ping, with a layer of golden Buddha light emanating from his palm, giving off a sacred and fiery aura, ready to take a picture and search his soul at any time.

At this moment, the darkness in the temple suddenly deepened, and a low whisper sounded in everyone's ears.

Those whispers seemed to come from the abyss, carrying with them an indescribable weirdness and remoteness. Mysterious shadows were slowly emerging in the dark void.

The black fog around Fang Ping grew thicker, and his eyes gradually became colder and deeper.

He felt that his body was no longer under his control, but his heart was ecstatic.

Because he knew that the "Silent Immortal" was responding to his call and would descend from the abyss with supreme divine power!
In an instant, an invisible breath surged out of Fang Ping's body like a tide. The breath was cold and eerie, carrying an indescribable mysterious power that transcended the human world. In the temple, the burning candles suddenly went out, and the darkness swallowed everything, leaving only the gloomy whispers in the silence.

The monk's eyes froze, he couldn't believe what he felt. His originally playful look became extremely solemn. He chanted the Buddha's name, and the golden light in his hand became more and more blazing, illuminating the entire mountain temple. He turned his palm over and slapped it towards Fang Ping's head with the force of thunder.

He felt that some kind of great terror, great disaster, and great catastrophe was about to befall him. Although he did not believe in his heart that the evil immortal could break through the laws and break through the realm himself, he did not dare to take the risk.

Only by killing this culprit who prayed to the gods indiscriminately can we avoid the disaster and save the people!

However, just as his palm was about to fall, an arm quietly stretched out from the void.

The arm was muscular and as thick as a stone pillar, and with an inhuman strength, it easily blocked the monk's fatal blow.

The monk was horrified and stepped back suddenly, his eyes wide open, looking at the owner of the arm in disbelief.

"who?!"

There was a tremor in his voice, and he felt a fear he had never experienced in his life...

……

abyss.

Thirteenth floor.

The darkness was as thick as ink and as cold as ice.

Cracks stretched across the void, as dense as a spider web, and broken armor and shattered weapons slowly floated in the abyss.

The air was filled with the smell of decay, desolation, and horror, as if countless undead souls were groaning in the dark, telling of the despair of this world.

Li Qingyun stood quietly in the middle, his robe was torn and mottled, his long hair was disheveled, and his figure looked a little disheveled.

His immortal body was covered with traces of broken pieces, and countless wounds of varying sizes crisscrossed it.

What oozed out of the wound was not blood, but golden light that rolled like molten lava, emitting a deep and burning power.

Due to his serious injuries, his breathing was slightly disordered, but his eyes were still bright and deep, like galaxies, with a strong will that looked down on the world.

Instead of being weakened by his injuries, his might became even stronger. He was like a wild beast on the verge of exuding a terrifying aura that made people's hearts frightened.

Over the past ten days, Li Qingyun has been advancing through the abyss layer by layer, cutting through thorns and brambles. Wherever he passed, the corpses of "ancient immortals" were scattered everywhere.

He was like an indomitable divine weapon, killing people all the way and challenging the mysterious existence in this dream world step by step.

With each deeper level, the power of the ancient immortals becomes more terrifying, and every battle is fraught with danger.

However, it was this endless killing and tempering, like fire forging gold, which tempered his cultivation and made him more advanced.

As the battles accumulated, some invisible shackles in his body were gradually loosening, as if waiting for a thunderous crack to burst out with "outer immortal" power beyond the limit.

However, every time he killed an ancient immortal, Li Qingyun could vaguely hear low mutterings in his ears. At first, they were only intermittent and vague, but now they were becoming clearer.

The voices sounded like countless crazy believers praying to him, but the words were vague and carried a kind of fanatical and insane instigation.

He remembered the warning in the ancient books of Longhu Mountain: the "ancient immortals" in the abyss were all transformed by the will of the fallen god, and anyone who absorbed the power of the ancient immortals would inevitably be corroded by their will.

This whisper is the temptation of the corrupt will. If you are not careful, it will invade your mind and lead you to madness.

Naturally, what most Heavenly Masters and Taoists do is to suppress this manic thought with great willpower and wisdom, and then find ways to gain enough benefits, stop killing before being completely assimilated by the will, endure for a month, wait for the dream to end, teleport back, and escape calmly.

Of course, there are also brilliant and talented geniuses like "Master Dongxuan" who can be invincible and advance all the way to the end, and finally obtain divinity and successfully ascend to heaven.

Li Qingyun also continued to move forward according to the guidance of his predecessors, but when he reached the thirteenth level of the abyss, the power of the "ancient immortal" became stronger and stronger, and the whispering in his ears was like a devil's sound, which increasingly affected his mind, causing his inner irritability and brutality to surge like a tide.

At this moment, dozens of "ancient immortals" surrounded him, watching him covetously.

Each of these immortals is tall and has a strange appearance. Some of them wear armor and helmets, holding long swords that flicker with dark light; some are like burning will-o'-the-wisp, with only a skeleton left, and ice-blue light flashing in their eyes; others are dressed in black robes, with their sleeves fluttering in the wind, and they exude a smell of decay.

These powerful beings approached together with a cold and desperate aura, trapping Li Qingyun in the center, as if he was trapped in a jar.

Under siege, although he killed several "ancient immortals", he was also seriously injured and in danger.

"The so-called 'outer immortal' is nothing more than this."

One of the "ancient immortals" had a sinister blue light flashing in his eyes and a sneer on his lips. He was like a cat playing with a mouse, waiting for the final struggle of his prey.

"kill!"

Another tyrannical "ancient immortal" shouted loudly, and all the immortals attacked at the same time in an instant. Gloomy curses, sharp sword lights, and terrifying claws whizzed in from all directions, carrying a violent force that was enough to tear the soul apart.

Li Qingyun gritted his teeth, held up his body, dodged left and right, and fought hard.

However, there were too many enemies and their moves were deadly, leaving him no chance to breathe.

What's worse, the whispers in his ears became clearer and clearer, like sharp needles piercing into his mind, disturbing his mind and making it impossible for him to exert his full strength.

In an instant, several scars deep enough to see the bones appeared on his body, and golden blood spilled, piercing the darkness like a burning meteor.

There were signs of cracking in his immortal body, the golden light dimmed, and his breath weakened again. He was almost torn into pieces at any time by the overwhelming attack.

"This won't work..."

Li Qingyun said in his heart.

His immortal power was almost exhausted, and his soul began to disperse. He could hardly suppress the whispering in his dreams that pierced his soul. If the battle continued for dozens of rounds, there would be no need for the "Ancient Immortal" to take action, as he would lose control and collapse, falling into the abyss of madness.

His eyes became fierce and murderous intent was in his heart.

In this case, we must make one final bet!
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(End of this chapter)