Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

But on the Heavenly Demon Emperor's side, the raging demonic energy was overwhelming, burning the sky and changing its color. His fist suddenly gathered power.

After a brief period of darkness, the sky suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, like lightning piercing through the gloomy clouds in a storm.

This powerful punch was almost as big as half a moonlit wasteland, and its force was like a star falling from the sky and crashing into the earth.

"Heavenly Demon Emperor, you acted too hastily. Do not seize it privately."

The ancient Buddha did not hold back either. His entire body was golden, surrounded by dazzling golden light, and his aura, though peaceful, surged with earth-shattering killing intent.

The light behind Him spun rapidly, and His Buddha image underwent various changes. After the light flew out, eight divine figures of the King of Light emerged.

The one in the center is a benevolent peacock, while the other seven Vidyarajas are all wrathful.

Within the realm of evil, it exudes a powerful aura that suppresses all calamities, demons, terrors, and dangers in the world.

These shadows of the Ming Kings were all aimed at Chu Mingkong, their attacks were extremely fierce, their killing intent was overwhelming, and their aura shook the sky.

"Aren't the supreme beings of the Heavenly Realm supposed to have a thorough understanding of the power of extreme Yang? Why aren't either of you using it?"

In an instant, Chu Mingkong transformed into the Abyss, finding himself in the Moonlit Wild River, where all the power of the place protected him.

The body, writhing with black blood, also underwent a slight change. The black tide and black blood intertwined, and the frost-like moonlight appeared and disappeared, condensing into an armor similar to that of Empress Yueqi.

A black shadow appeared beside him, the shadow of Empress Yueqi. She flew out along with the three sword intent phantoms formed by the Xuan Nu Sword Scripture to meet the shadows of the eight Ming Kings.

Before the two forces even collided, their aura had already swept outwards, causing the Holy Venerables who were watching from a great distance to be terrified and hastily retreat.

Four graceful black figures actually managed to intercept the ancient Buddha's attack amidst the great collision of the eight radiant Buddha Kings.

"Next! Chu Mingkong's side still seems to be at a disadvantage, but he actually withstood the full force of the Ancient Buddha's attack."

"What are those four shadows? They're combat techniques I've never heard of before. Are they even stronger than all the wrathful manifestations of the Ancient Buddha?"

The Holy Venerables led a group of cultivators to retreat. They had only stopped two steps when Chu Mingkong himself had already clashed with the Heavenly Demon Emperor's punch!

"Stop talking, we have to leave!"

The azure demonic fire and the dark yin fire simultaneously erupted into two waves of fire, affecting an even wider area than before.

The land outside the Moonlit Wasteland was uneven, and in just one glance, it was all leveled. The mountains and hills disappeared, leaving only a scorched earth where two-colored flames lingered.

Many holy beings, despite their timely defense, inevitably suffered minor injuries.

Upon seeing Chu Mingkong still standing calmly on the giant python's head, everyone was awestruck, their hearts pounding, and their spines trembling with fear.

What does this mean? He's already capable of fighting two supreme beings single-handedly, and only slightly at a disadvantage?!

However, the ancient Buddha's mysterious voice came from the heavens, as loud as thunder:

"It's rare that you were able to fight us to a draw with the power of the Moonlit River. It's a pity that the Moonlit River didn't leave you much of its foundation. If you lose the remaining power of Empress Yueqi, how much of my strength can you withstand on your own?"

Upon hearing this voice, some noticed that the power of the Moonlight Arakawa had indeed weakened considerably. The land shrouded in the deep black tide gradually lost its mysterious veil as its power diminished.

The rugged land, bearing the marks of past battles, was now partially revealed to the crowd.

The crowd finally understood. It turned out that it wasn't that the two supreme beings couldn't suppress Chu Mingkong, but that they had also suppressed the entire Moonlight Wilderness in the process!

In a short time, another clash broke out, and the Heavenly Demon Emperor and the Ancient Ancestor Buddha had no intention of giving Chu Mingkong any breathing room.

Chu Mingkong looked at the Moonlit Wasteland beneath his feet, his heart aching. This was the power left behind by the Moon River, and it might even hold the secret to her revival. It absolutely could not be exhausted in this clash.

He had no choice but to invoke his life-saving mantra—

"Snow Princess, save... me!"

A road of frost and snow stretches from Snow River City, and the blizzard has turned the scorched earth along the way into ice crystals, freezing everything for miles.

Just as the Heavenly Demon Emperor was about to make a move, his fist was pierced by an ice spear that flew from the sky. The ice spear was so huge that it resembled an island in the sky.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor frowned, looked at the high school, and with a cold snort, he also glanced warily at the Ancient Ancestor Buddha.

In His heart, He wondered if the Lord of Snow River would be foolish enough to help Chu Mingkong, a mere boy from the lower realm, and confront two supreme beings on His side for the sake of such a weakling.

This doesn't seem like something she, who has always maintained a neutral stance, would do. Could it be... that she is actually collaborating with the Ancient Buddha behind the scenes?

Such suspicions will not be revealed.

"Lord of Snow River, are you out of your mind? Do you think he can continue to perform such 'miracles' just because you saw him eliminate the Heavenly Sword God?"

When the Heavenly Demon Emperor uttered the word "miracle," his tone was sarcastic, while his gaze was openly fixed on the Ancient Buddha, observing the Buddha's reaction.

Chapter 363 Similar Ways of Falling (Only two chapters today)

Chu Mingkong breathed a sigh of relief. This was finally the case, meaning he only needed to bear the pressure from one side.

After several days of training in the Moonlight Arakawa, he has adapted to the combat in the new realm. The only pity is that the "teaching materials are outdated".

The beings from the past in the Moonlight Arakawa are inferior in strength to the current supreme beings, but they offer Chu Mingkong more experience in adjusting his mindset.

Now that the Lord of Snow River has shared the burden, Chu Mingkong can finally see how much his strength still falls short compared to a single supreme being.

“Ancient Buddha, let’s have another contest now and see how powerful your eight Vidyarajas are.”

With the help of the Lord of Snow River, Chu Mingkong has now begun to rant and rave wildly.

The black blood on his body was writhing in a unique rhythm, as if trying to reconstruct his Abyss Body.

The Black Tide legacy left by Yuehe is undoubtedly the optimal way she understood the power of extreme Yin. However, since she couldn't control the power of extreme Yin, she had to fill the void with other forces. In other words, only the power of extreme Yin can best unleash the power of Yuehe's legacy, which was also the result Yuehe had envisioned.

Using extreme yin energy as a substitute would also reduce the damage to Moonlight Arakawa.

With the Moon River inheritance as its inner skeleton and the power of extreme Yin as its outer flesh and blood, Chu Mingkong's Extreme Abyss Body quickly unleashed an even more powerful aura.

The giant python beneath his feet transformed into the heavy sword in his hand, while his true form stood like a dark demon god above the Moonlit Wasteland.

Beside him, the shadow of Empress Yueqi had been deliberately dissolved by him, leaving only three shadows of the Mysterious Maiden Sword.

Their physical strength was provided by Chu Mingkong, but their inner spirit was supported by several great sword cultivators among the female relatives behind them.

Grandma Basheng, Master, and Aunt Donglu were undoubtedly the best candidates to wield this power. Their sword intent had reached its peak, and each of them had obtained a portion of the Xuan Nu's power source.

It's the perfect solution that can both reduce the direct dangers they might encounter and allow them to continue to exert their power.

In the sky, the ancient Buddha, bathed in divine light, was entangled by a dark, blood-red figure. The figure moved with incredible speed, his sword energy splitting the heavens, black light and afterimages existing side by side.

The three sword shadows of the Mysterious Maidens clashed with the eight Bright Kings, their sword intent surging. Flying swords emerged from the black tide, transforming into a boundless black rain of swords. The domineering sword intent swept across the sky like a king, enveloped by endless sword intent.

Zuo Qiuchi's Xuan Nu Sword Shadow, taking advantage of the favorable wind and relying on the cover of Zuo Donglu and Ba Sheng, recklessly accumulated the Fallen Immortal Sword Technique, fighting with both hands. When it reached its peak, it slashed down a Ming King with a single sword.

In a short period of time, she had already killed two Ming Kings.

"Your Dharma form, the Bright King, is about to be destroyed. Do you have the confidence to be the second Heavenly Sword God? I think you can!"

Chu Mingkong spoke as he swung his sword, using the same Fallen Immortal Sword Technique as Zuo Qiuchi.

Surrounded by the Buddha's light, every time he drew his sword, a golden handprint would strike, allowing him to accumulate the power of his sword technique.

Unbeknownst to him, the power of the Fallen Immortal Sword Technique had not yet reached its limit, while the golden handprint of the Ancient Buddha was as fragile as paper. Although each palm strike was as powerful as a mountain, Chu Mingkong's sword strike caused the mountains to collapse and the earth to split.

“I have foreseen your destiny; your only karmic retribution is to die in the Avici Hell.”

In the illusion behind the ancient Buddha, the Buddha Kingdom became increasingly clear, with thousands of green lamps burning and emitting wisps of smoke. In the dreamlike smoke, bizarre and fantastical scenes emerged.

The story flashes through the various causes and effects of Chu Mingkong's death, with countless horrific scenes that are too painful to bear.

It seemed as if a hand, intertwined with cause and effect, was gripping Chu Mingkong, intending to inflict the karmic consequence of his death directly, and then rectify the cause of his demise later.

A sense of crisis arose deep within Chu Mingkong's heart. The source of this crisis was nowhere to be found, and his soul even came to the conclusion that "he himself is dead."

"You need to come up with another trick. That's how my eldest daughter was born. The 'get on the bus first, buy the ticket later' tactic won't stump me!"

He unleashed extremely yin flames, burning himself to extinguish that strange feeling.

When one method failed, the ancient Buddha offered another.

The Buddhist kingdom behind Him transformed once more, with countless brain-shaped wooden fish rising up and suddenly resounding, chanting Buddhist scriptures and offering their vows. Countless sentient beings and Buddhist followers stood guard beside Him, an image that encompassed all living beings, as if everything in the world was part of the Buddhist kingdom.

The chanting of those scriptures was so mysterious and enchanting, it lulled people into a drowsy state and quietly entered their minds.

[Enter the heart condition phase, enter the empty words phase, enter the false name phase. 】

[All things arise in their own way.]

Chu Mingkong sensed a change in the aura of the Ancient Buddha and cautiously distanced himself from the range of His Buddha light. Taking advantage of the fact that his Fallen Immortal Sword Technique was not yet finished, he cut off the remaining shadow of the Bright King.

"What's going on? Just now in His Buddha Kingdom, I seemed to see that fox woman from the Rakshasa Society? Wasn't she already dead?"

At that time, Chu Mingkong had secretly left a mark on the fox woman, and he could clearly observe that her life force was disappearing.

Just as he was wondering, the voice of the Lord of Snow River echoed in Chu Mingkong's mind:

"That is the great supernatural power of the ancient Buddha. He used it before. After using this supernatural power, all of His strength will become several levels stronger, as if all His power is being used in the most suitable physique. It is likely related to the Buddhist disciples He devoured."

He doesn't use it lightly, but once he does, it's extremely troublesome.

Chu Mingkong quickly figured it out; it was similar to the Heavenly Sword God's "body forging method".

The Heavenly Sword God believed that divine ores were born in the world and their power also came from the world. Therefore, as long as one was not in a hurry to consume meat or vegetables, one could use everything as forging material. Furthermore, cultivators were like walking and growing ores.

Upon arriving at the Ancient Buddha's side, He absorbed many powers in the world, but each power must be wielded by a suitable physique in order to unleash its full potential.

The Rakshasa Society acts as an intermediary, recruiting outstanding individuals from the region. It doesn't need to verify the individual's constitution; it simply gathers those with exceptional talent and sends them to the heavens through the Rakshasa Society's channels for the Buddha to devour, thus absorbing all constitutions in the world into one body.

In this situation, every wisp of power of the Ancient Buddha can find a suitable way to exert it, and be unleashed with the optimal physical condition, gathering a much larger force. His realm and strength did not increase out of thin air, but his combat power was far superior to before.

"I thought the Rakshasa Society was just a disciple-recruiting organization of your powerful Buddhist sect, but it turns out it's just a way for you to leech off the land!"

Chu Mingkong frowned deeply. Looking at the golden and radiant Buddha's Light Kingdom again, where was there any trace of clarity?

It was clearly just a filthy "golden light" reflecting off a pile of excrement.

"The Rakshasa Society is indeed a means for my Buddhist sect to become powerful. My strength naturally means the strength of Buddhism. Buddhism can exist without Buddhist disciples, but it must have Buddha!"

The ancient Buddha's physical body gradually lost its solemn and dignified appearance. Its skin became bloated and obese, uneven and pitted. Its kind and gentle features turned into those of a hungry ghost, greedy and terrifying. Its toad-like mouth began to devour and absorb everything in the world.

Grass, trees, sand, stones, scorched earth, and corpses are all within His devouring range.

As it devoured, its skin tore open, and golden filth fell out. Wherever the "Buddha's light" reached, everything became an extension of its Buddha-land.

"I think you're just here to take a dump!"

Chu Mingkong couldn't help but curse loudly. He slashed down with his sword from the sky, and a curtain of fire descended, separating the Moonlight Wasteland from the outside world to prevent it from being touched by the "Buddha's Light".

"In the Buddha's land, those with ulterior motives are weak and foolish, while only the Buddha possesses inexhaustible wisdom and power!"