Eternal Night

Chapter 264: Destruction Scene
Yin energy emerged out of nowhere, endless and without beginning or end.

Now, after the collapse of Buddhist philosophy, the negative energy has become so powerful that it only appears for a moment, and auditory and visual hallucinations also emerge. In just a few breaths, the visible environment of all intelligent life is filled with thick fog.

Even though Wu Xianxiao had many mental defense and immunity methods, he still felt a little foggy in front of his eyes at this moment. He could even vaguely hear howling, painful groans, and some vague human figures flashing, like a broken but still playable videotape, full of messy and distorted spots and images, and it was completely unclear.

Even he was like this, so one can imagine the terrifying corrosive power of this Yin energy. The monk in front of him was probably seeing an illusion, so he was working so hard to dig into the ground.

Just as Wu Xianxiao was about to kill the monk with a slap, a gust of wind suddenly blew from behind him.

The arm of the hundred-meter-tall Dharmakaya of Gundrakāra has been fully recovered, and even the Dharma sword that was broken by Wu Xianxiao has also been restored. This Dharma sword burning with golden Buddha light fell from the sky and was about to chop Wu Xianxiao.

powerful!

This is how Wu Xianxiao felt after fighting with him.

Kundalini is so powerful that he is almost at the level of the newly born god in the previous dream world!
It is a hundred meters tall, and the power of a casual blow reaches the level of two to three thousand tons. The third eye can emit Buddha's light, and anything illuminated by the Buddha's light will be restrained by five hundred tons of pressure, and even weaker creatures will be directly crushed to death. At the same time, it can spit out blue flames from its mouth, and the temperature is as high as nearly four to five thousand degrees. Its body has extremely strong defense and a powerful protective isolation layer. Its body is also made of copper skin and iron bones, and is invulnerable to swords and guns. Even if its body is destroyed, it can recover in a moment.

In terms of strength alone, this King Jundali is second only to the God of the First Birth transformed by the head of the Thirteen Singularities Company that Wu Xianxiao faced in the previous dream world. Although his size is far smaller than the biochemical behemoth of that world, his strength is by no means inferior.

But in the previous dream world, Wu Xianxiao fought while wearing giant super soldiers. His martial arts strength was improved to the level of being indestructible even when facing gods, and his human immortal martial arts was improved to the level of martial saint. Moreover, the giant super soldiers equipped him with flying ability and extra strength bonus, which was far beyond what he is now.

Fortunately, he now has the title of Kui Ye, his Chinese martial arts have been upgraded to Gang Jin, his human immortal martial arts have also been greatly improved, and his tendons and bones have begun to be trained, otherwise he might not be able to defeat the huge giant in front of him.

Facing the sword of King Kundalini, Wu Xianxiao did not take it head-on. Instead, he placed the broken sword horizontally and placed his arm on the blade. When the sword touched the broken sword, a huge force penetrated directly, and the blade and his arm creaked. However, he also used this thousands of tons of force to fly straight out and landed more than 400 meters away. As expected, a green flame fell down and burned him in it again.

Three hundred meters away is the five steps distance between him and King Kundalini.

The blue flames bathed him, but he was unharmed. At the same time, Wu Xianxiao was counting numbers in his mind.

(Seven, six, five...)
Seeing that the fire was ineffective, Kundalini strode towards Wu Xianxiao. At the same time, a light shone from his third eye, instantly covering Wu Xianxiao. He was suppressed by the Buddha's light and could hardly move. Then he raised the magic sword in his hand again and chopped it down from top to bottom.

(Two, one...)
The broken sword in Wu Xianxiao's hand slashed upward diagonally. At the same time, a burst of strong force occurred, and the broken sword immediately turned into a blade nearly a hundred meters long.

"Kraven's title! Crush!"

"Thousand Immortal Strike!"

In an instant, ten thousand tons of force burst out, easily crushing the power of the magic sword. At the same time, the broken blades of the big knife flew in the air, and the force carried by each blade was different, either pulling, or hitting, or crushing, or tearing, or rolling... In an instant, half of Kundalini's body was crushed, and the remaining half was cut into three sections, and his whole body turned into flesh and blood and spilled on the dark red ground.

"what?"

When Wu Xianxiao launched this attack, he was actually very surprised, because Kundalini was very powerful. He had used Kratos to crush him before, but he only severely injured him. After that, his damage was not as fast as his recovery speed. He could almost see his recovery with the naked eye.

This time he used the blade form of the Broken Sword, but he couldn't kill it completely so easily?
"No, that's... a shadow!?"

Wu Xianxiao looked carefully at the broken pieces of flesh of Kundalini Vajra. He did not see the familiar healing, but something even more terrifying.

As Kundalini was chopped into pieces, Wu Xianxiao immediately discovered that there was something wrong with his flesh and blood. It was clearly in the midst of radiation, with the surrounding temperature being around 50 degrees Celsius, but there was frost on Kundalini's flesh and blood. No, it was not pure frost, but pitch-black ice that was rapidly corroding Kundalini's flesh and blood from the outside to the inside.

This Kundalini Vajra has not died yet, or in other words, he is essentially a flesh and blood weapon with extraordinary Buddhist power. His flesh and blood tried to heal, but was stopped by the dark ice. The degree of erosion became deeper and deeper, and then his flesh and blood began to change. Black figures walked out of the flesh and blood, and then the black color quickly faded, transforming into ragged sinners and gorgeously dressed pure ones.

"My Buddha, my Buddha, lead me to the way of heaven."

"Be with me, my Buddha!"

“Buddha have mercy on me, Buddha have mercy on me!”

These sinners and pure ones who were transformed from the flesh and blood of Dali Vidyaraja, shouted various Buddhist names and chanted Zen as soon as they came out, and then looked around. When they saw Wu Xianxiao, they immediately ran towards Wu Xianxiao, kowtowing and kneeling at the same time, their bodies flashing, and they crossed a hundred meters in a second.

(Danger!)

Inexplicably, the moment he saw these "people", Wu Xianxiao's instincts suddenly started to ring, and an indescribable sense of danger came over him. He didn't even dare to let these "people" get close. He swung the broken sword in his hand repeatedly, but it seemed to be slashing at the air, directly passing through the bodies of these "people". All the humanoids seemed to be kneeling and prostrating themselves, but their speed was so fast that they surrounded Wu Xianxiao in the blink of an eye, and they raised their arms from all directions to grab Wu Xianxiao.

These human-like figures did not only appear here. On the suspended continent, with the emergence of Yin energy, almost all the people outside the Arhat Temple fell into the fog, and then their hallucinations became gradually terrifying. In a moment, they were lost in the fog, and then their bodies turned into pitch-black, and then turned back into human form. These human-like figures seemed normal, but their bodies were completely flickering while they moved. No matter how the monks used Buddhist techniques to attack or used magical instruments to attack, none of them could touch their bodies at all.

And what they did was to kneel down and touch these monks continuously. As long as they were touched by the human figures in the form of sinners, the monks would immediately fall into a daze, and then their flesh, blood and bones would separate, their skin would turn into thangkas, their bones would turn into finely carved bone hammers and bone whistles, their skulls would turn into lamps and wine bowls, and even their internal organs would turn into Buddha candles and longevity lamps. Everything on their bodies would turn into various utensils!
Just as they have done to countless sinners.

When a human figure in the form of a pure one touches a monk, it will turn into a pool of liquid flesh and blood. Human faces keep appearing on the surface of the flesh and blood. These human faces scream silently and make all kinds of extremely painful expressions. They keep conflicting in this flesh and blood, but cannot break through it. They can only suffer and scream in it forever.

"Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect, which is actually resentment. You will reap the result if you do the cause."

There was a layer of silver-white light on the chairman's body, covering him and the other four cadres. It was this layer of light that prevented the surrounding negative energy from invading them. At the same time, the human figures formed by the black shadows also ignored them.

The chairman looked at the countless black shadows in the distance that turned into human forms. He said, "How you are treated determines the form of terror you will display. Look, the flesh and blood of the sinners have turned into extraordinary things, and their souls and consciousnesses are wailing forever in them. The most superior pure ones are just purer than ordinary sinners, so they will be directly 'offered' to the world controlled by the Mother of No Birth, and become more superior extraordinary materials than these low-level instruments."

"Now, retribution is the cycle of cause and effect. As the Buddha said, good, good."

The chairman clasped his hands together, and facing the countless cruel scenes before him, he actually put on a compassionate smile.

The four cadres were already trembling with fear.

Even though their hands were already covered in blood, the scene before them still shocked them.

In their field of vision, boundless yin energy swept across the entire world. Wherever they looked, whether it was ten thousand meters in the sky or in the distant horizon, all kinds of human figures, skeletons, wreckage, and distorted forms of human skin, human bones, and human internal organs were whistling and dancing with a black aura.

All the people on the earth who had not yet been to the Arhat Temple were all corroded by the black aura and quickly transformed into the flickering human figures. The monks, flying celestials, and yakshas with faint Buddha light on their bodies would be immediately decomposed into skin, flesh, and bones as soon as their bodies were touched by the flickering human figures, and then classified into different types of magic weapon forms.

The most terrifying thing is that these monks have not died yet. After they have transformed into these magical instruments or material forms, their mouths, flesh, bones, etc. are still moving.

Can't live, can't die!
On the first night of the collapse of Buddhist philosophy, a scene of world destruction suddenly appeared!

Under the floating island, dozens of pairs of arms touched Wu Xianxiao's body, and when he was touched by these arms and fell into a horrible perception, he suddenly realized that Yang Tao was gone, and there was a deep pit in the ground where he had just stabbed. Before he could react, a monk with a compassionate face but a cruel look in his eyes appeared in front of him.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The monk used a knife to cut into his scalp, scratched it lightly, stretched out his hand and pulled, and Wu Xianxun's scalp was peeled off...

A second later, Wu Xianxiao suddenly opened his eyes, then stomped his feet hard and jumped a hundred meters away. He was gasping violently and trembling all over. Under him, dozens of human figures transformed from dark shadows continued to kneel, raised their hands, and rushed towards the place where he was about to land in a flash.

(These things...)
Suddenly at this moment, a five-colored lotus appeared out of thin air above the ceiling of the Arhat Temple which was shining with Buddha's light in the center of the floating continent. Then countless silk threads hung down from the lotus. Each silk thread turned into a Dharmakaya of Vajra King as it hit the ground. When several silk threads merged into one, they would turn into the Dharmakaya of Kundalika Vajra King as soon as they hit the ground.

The Dharmakāyas of these Vajra Kings and the Dharmakāya of Kundāli Vajra King were shining with extremely bright Buddha light. All the shining human figures would immediately fall apart when hit by this light and turned into negative energy again, but they continued to surround the countless Vajra Kings and Kundāli Vajra Kings, and the howling sounds of Buddha's name and Zen chanting continued to ring out.

Wu Xianxiao, who was in mid-air, also saw the five-colored lotus in the sky and the countless silk threads hanging from the sky. His pupils suddenly shrank, and the faces of Yamade, Xu Shilan... and Lin Heier seemed to flash before his eyes!
"The negative backflow rate in the sea of ​​consciousness is 7%, 6%, 5%, 4%..."

Since the five-colored lotus was born, the negative backlash rate in Wu Xianxiao's sea of ​​consciousness kept refreshing and decreasing, and it seemed like it was about to be cleared to zero immediately.

At the same time, he fell to the ground, and dozens of pairs of flashing hands reached out to his body at the same time.

"Hehe, Mother Wusheng...if you want to suck, then suck as much as you want!"

"Demon state!"

"The rate of negative mental backlash is 25%... 30%..."

"Thirty-five percent!"

In an instant, the pupils of Wu Xianxiao's eyes turned pitch black.

(End of this chapter)