Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

"Kongbei is inside this Mahavira Hall, hidden behind the monks of Cibei Temple."

Wu Xiaoyou pointed in the direction where Monk Xingjia had just left.

However, when everyone looked in that direction, they only saw a group of ferocious-looking monks emerging from it.

They were all bald, with tiny insect legs crawling on their heads, and their eyes were bloodshot, giving them a murderous look. They were nothing like the serene monks.

Watching his fellow disciples being controlled and turning their swords against him, Huiming was tormented, and at the same time, the voice of his ego seemed to be saying in his mind—

"Look, these are your fellow disciples; they never believe you."

This scene made players inwardly curse Kong Bei.

This beast is just as ruthless and ruthless as Du Ye, with absolutely no bottom line. For him, let alone those visiting pilgrims, even if his fellow disciples in Cibei Temple died in front of him, he would not be swayed in the slightest.

He only needs to become a Buddha himself.

However, the monk Huiming was not like that.

If players really go all out to eliminate these affected monks, and see their fellow disciples die because of their own struggle with Kongbei and Duye...

I'm afraid the monk Huiming will never forgive himself in his lifetime.

In that case, his mental state would probably be completely ruined.

At that time, let alone eliminating ego, it's not an exaggeration to say that the obsession with black eyes will be rekindled and controlled by it.

Now everyone is in a dilemma.

With so many monks, if each one possessed the same level of strength as Monk Xingjia, the players would eventually be overwhelmed by the siege if they only focused on defense.

Wu Xiaoyou immediately understood this and decisively said, "Venerable Monk Huiming and I will enter the hall. I will take care of Kongbei, and the others will help guard the hall gate."

He then glanced at Monk Huiming and said meaningfully to the others, "Just try not to kill them, incapacitate them, and figure out a way to deal with them yourselves."

Having said that, he spread his six wings behind him, enveloping everyone, and soared into the air, passing over the heads of the monks.

They landed steadily above the main hall, which was protected by monks, and then Ruoshui and the others descended directly from the sky to block the entrance of the hall.

Wu Xiaoyou raised her right hand and slammed her fist onto the top of the palace.

hum-

To the astonishment of the monk Huiming, a large hole, big enough to allow them to fall through, was suddenly ripped open in the roof of the palace, but the sound was not the loud rumble of a hole being punched through.

Not a single brick or tile fell; they simply vanished into thin air.

The large hole looked as if it had been there since the construction, which gave one a slightly chilling feeling.

Destruction is not simply breaking something.

Because essentially, a brick is still a brick, and a tile is still a tile.

They were just broken; the objects themselves still exist.

But what Wu Xiaoyou is showing now is a truly extreme form of destruction.

The existence of the object itself has been erased.

thump—

They fell into the palace through the large hole.

This place should have been brightly lit, but it was rather dim now. The doors and windows were tightly closed, and only the candles in front of the rows of Buddha statues provided illumination.

The monk Huiming looked around and found that the place was deserted, with only the shadows of the Buddha statues stretched out in the candlelight.

Just as he was feeling a bit puzzled, Wu Xiaoyou's gaze was fixed on one of the Buddha statues.

Then he said coldly, "Kong Bei, are you still going to play tricks now that things have come to this? You haven't even become a Buddha yet, and you're already thinking about making a golden body?"

As soon as he finished speaking, to the astonishment of the monk Huiming, a soft rustling sound came from inside the hall.

The next second, the face of the Buddha statue that Wu Xiaoyou was looking at cracked open.

A pair of jet-black eyes peeked out from within, sending chills down one's spine.

"Huiming, it's all your fault..."

"If you had signed that Buddhist contract earlier, my fellow disciples wouldn't have been implicated, and even I wouldn't have been..."

At this point, Kong Bei, who had sealed himself inside the Buddha statue, suddenly paused.

The entire Buddha statue made a cracking sound, and cracks appeared on the outer golden body.

As fragments of the Buddha statue peeled away from Kong Bei's body, the horrifying body he had been trying to hide was revealed.

"Even I wouldn't turn into this!"

"It's all your fault!"

Amidst the mournful roar of emptiness, the monk Huiming clearly saw his current appearance—

Although his upper body and face still retained a human appearance, the robe he wore and his skin appeared somewhat sallow.

However, his lower body is segmented starting from the tailbone of the lumbar vertebrae, with each vertebra extending outwards and bursting out of the body, producing a pair of appendages on each side.

The first few segments still retain the shape of the vertebrae, with a smooth, bone-white surface, like a specimen displayed in a museum.

However, as the number of segments increases, the bone color changes from bone white to amber, then to dark brown, and finally to a dark red color like old blood scabs.

Those are the centipede's body and legs.

Moreover, it doesn't appear to be a simple splicing of a centipede tail attached to the bottom of a human body.

Instead, it exhibits a natural yet enigmatic growth pattern, resembling a metamorphosis process like plant tillering.

“Abbot Kongbei, you…”

The monk Huiming's voice was somewhat hesitant. He could clearly sense Kongbei's undisguised hatred for him, and he was also puzzled by his current situation.

Before he could even ask a question, the other person roared and pounced on him.

"Today, you have to sign whether you like it or not!"

"Give me back my Buddhist affinity!"

Da da da da—

The bony insect legs made a chilling sound as they struck the ground, and his long body charged forward at an alarming speed.

Just as he was about to reach Huiming and grab the monk with his hand, a flash of silver light shone out in the candlelight and slashed heavily at Abbot Kongbei's outstretched hands.

呲——

As the arm was severed, blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground red.

With a cold face, Wu Xiaoyou flicked the eerie purple longsword in her hand. The sword was like an exquisite work of art, completely unstained by any blood.

"Roar!" Abbot Kongbei roared in pain.

The sound coming from his mouth no longer sounded like something a human could make; instead, it was a shrill, unpleasant chirping of insects.

Watching the flesh and blood writhe at his wound, two centipede jaws slowly regrown to replace his arm.

Wu Xiaoyou raised her hand and gently wiped the blade of the [Xiaochuan] sword, muttering to herself:

"My sister once told me about the Venerable Master Huiming—"

"Without ruthless methods, how can one possess the heart of a bodhisattva?"

She said my kindness must have a slight edge.

"If you can't bear to watch, then close your eyes. I promise I won't let him hurt you."

Having said that, she assumed a sword-fighting stance and aimed it at Abbot Kongbei.

During the time I spent with my elder sister when she was in a lucid state, she taught me a lot.

Wu Xiaoyou bent down, sword in hand, and lunged forward, simultaneously slashing forward with a sharp glint in her left flank. The movements were fluid and seamless.

Kong Bei was still howling in pain when the wingtip sliced ​​into its side, and its two newly grown jaws were instantly severed.

He screamed and twisted his body, his lower body splitting into two parts that simultaneously circled around Wu Xiaoyou from both sides.

Seeing this, Wu Xiaoyou turned around and swept her right wing.

The wingtip drew an arc, slicing the centipede on the left in two, but the one on the right had already wrapped around her ankle.

The centipede's legs were about to pierce her leg, pulling her to the ground.

At that moment, the sword in his hand also thrust diagonally downwards, and the moment the tip of the sword touched the insect's legs, the opponent was jolted back as if electrocuted.

The upper body of the humanoid creature arched up, its mandibles covering its chest, and it emitted a hoarse hissing sound from its throat.

This is the special effect of the Laughing River Sword.

Even without causing injury, mere contact will inflict the pain of a slash on the soul.

Previously, when his hands were severed, Shi Kong Bei was in so much pain that he roared for a long time because of this effect.

Wu Xiaoyou's six wings trembled, and she soared into the air, the tip of her sword pointing directly at Kong Bei's humanoid torso.

As the opponent dodged to the side, the centipede, enduring the excruciating pain in its soul, sprang up from the ground, attempting to coil around Wu Xiaoyou's wrist as she held the sword from below.

Unexpectedly, the sword in Wu Xiaoyou's hand disappeared instantly and was put back into her backpack. She then used both hands to grab the insect's legs and hung upside down.

The six wings spread out from both sides and simultaneously converged towards the middle in a staggered manner, like a giant pair of scissors that directly cut the centipede's body into several segments, scattering broken shell plates and foul-smelling chunks of flesh all over the ground.

Kong Bei struggled in pain and crashed into the stone pillars of the palace behind him, making a series of loud noises that scattered rubble all over the ground.

During this struggle, Wu Xiaoyou released her hands and landed steadily in front of Monk Huiming, taking out the Xiaochuan Sword again and assuming a sword stance.

In the brief exchange of blows, Kong Bei's centipede body was reduced to only one-third of its original size.

He himself seemed to realize that he might not be able to defeat Wu Xiaoyou in a head-on fight.

A deafening insect chirp suddenly erupted from its mouth, a sound so heart-wrenching that Wu Xiaoyou could only cover her ears and stand motionless, clearly accompanied by some kind of special effect.

The moment the chirping of insects ended, Kong Bei jumped back to the spot where the Buddha statue had been.

Before Wu Xiaoyou could even process what was happening, he actually ducked headfirst into the broken base of the Buddha statue.

The centipede's body, which was several meters long, gradually disappeared into the base.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xiaoyou narrowed her eyes and immediately noticed the problem.

"No! The base of the Buddha statue and the ground have been hollowed out!"

"This guy dug an escape tunnel under the palace!"

She sensed that the fragment of the past within Kong Bei's body was rapidly disappearing into the distance.

It's important to understand that although the instance is set in the Temple of Compassion, the entire mountain forest is actually included; it's essentially an insect hive.

If Abbot Kongbei were to escape into the deep mountains, catching him in such a large area would probably not be an easy task.

Wu Xiaoyou planted the sword in the ground, took a deep breath, raised her hand to touch the crown on her head, and closed her eyes to carefully feel it.

"Focus...that power that is inherently one with me..."

"Call upon its resonance, let it return to my side..."

The [Fragments of the Past] in the other party's body are not ownerless fragments scattered in different worlds. They are a part that Wu Xiaoyou actively separated from her own body and are inseparable from her soul, or rather, they are a part of her soul.

This idea was inspired by the Gentleman Penguin's surgery, where he used fragments of his past to cut a part of himself.

Not only can one sense the separated fragment of the past, but one can also resonate with it and remotely unleash its destructive power.

Although the destructive effect is not strong, it is enough to cause some damage to the Empty Sorrow.

Furthermore, the farther away it is from you, the more uncontrollable that [Fragment of the Past] becomes. Once activated remotely, it will destroy objects that come into contact with it even more recklessly.

In other words, unless Abbot Kongbei turns back and approaches him now, that thing will continue to cause damage to his body.

"Huh?" Wu Xiaoyou was suddenly taken aback.

She did indeed sense that Kong Bei's escape speed slowed down after being stimulated, and it even started to run back.

But two new problems are now facing him.

First, why would you lend the "Fragments of the Past" to the Gentleman Penguin for surgery?
Second, why is the cut-off part here...?

Wu Xiaoyou opened her eyes and turned her head to look to the side.

That corner was empty except for dust.

She subconsciously raised her hand to touch someone's face, but missed.

But she knew it wasn't an illusion.

There's someone in this corner!
In that state of absolute focused perception, she discovered that besides Kong Bei's body, there was also a faint trace of the aura of the [Fragment of the Past] in the Compassion Temple.

No one knows how long it stayed there alone; no one could detect its presence, and it was ignored by everyone like air.

But it still stood silently by my side, keeping me company.

"Wait for me, I'll find you soon..."

Wu Xiaoyou whispered towards the corner.

She then gave a firm look and gestured to the monk Huiming to rush out of the palace with her. She could sense that Abbot Kongbei was right there in the underground.

boom--

He suddenly pushed the door open, and the sounds of battle outside were more lively than at any other time in Cibei Temple.

Monk Huiming watched as his fellow disciples, driven mad by the influence of their minds, charged forward recklessly, only to be defeated by the other players using all sorts of strange and unusual items.

Their legs were broken, and they crawled on the ground trying to bite everyone, but in the end they were tied up and thrown on the ground like trash.

Seeing this scene made his heart tremble slightly.

I put my palms together and unconsciously recited, "Amitabha."

When the players saw him come out, Jinxin scratched his head and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Venerable Huiming, this is the only way to restrict their movements."

He broke the legs of most of the monks with a heavy hammer.

In response, the monk Huiming said with emotion, "No need to apologize. I have already felt the kindness of all the benefactors since no one was harmed. I am too grateful to even express my thanks."

In fact, what Wu Xiaoyou said to the players before leading him into the hall was something that Monk Huiming understood as well.

Not taking lives does not mean not using excessive force.

Even a hundred days to recover from a broken bone is better than being separated by death.

"Sister Hua, where's Kong Bei? Isn't he inside?" Fortress frowned and looked behind them, but didn't see any other figures in the palace.

Wu Xiaoyou looked solemnly at the open space not far away.

He said cautiously, "You'll see soon enough."

boom--

As soon as he finished speaking, a large mound of earth rose up from under the ground bricks.

The figure of Kong Bei burst forth from the earth, howling in agony.

The grotesque and terrifying body was clearly visible to everyone under the sunlight, and they all shuddered at its horrifying appearance.

Wu Xiaoyou stepped forward and addressed the monks who were lying on the ground groaning:
"Everyone, open your blinded eyes and take a good look."

"This is the Abbot Kongbei you all love, this is the faith you uphold, this is the Buddha in your hearts!?"

"Would a true Buddha be such a hideous monster?" (End of Chapter)