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When the black air receded, Zhu Moye did not see Xiaohua and Grandpa Li, and felt a little disappointed. Now, in the mirror in the void, he saw the smiles of the two.

Zhu Moye felt a surge of grief and indignation. He knew that he had finally been a step too slow, and the two of them had died. Their previous appearance might have been their eternal hope. Even though they were controlled by the Blood Demon, they still had to convey their confidence to him.

The smiles of the two suppressed the anger in Zhu Moye's heart, and the whole person was immersed in peace. This was not letting go of resentment, but remembering it deeply in his heart.

There are still more people waiting for him to save. Now is not the time to vent anger, but the key to salvation.

In the empty mirror, another figure appeared. She was an old lady, and she was also smiling at Zhu Moye. Her smile seemed full of power, and an invisible but tangible force filled his body.

One figure after another appeared in the mirror, and Zhu Moye felt his heart bleeding because it meant that these people were dead.

The strength was constantly increasing, and gradually Zhu Moye could feel his body getting stronger. Every punch he threw could even make the Buddha Spirit Formation begin to tremble.

However, the Buddha Spirit Formation was too powerful, and it also absorbed the backlash force. However, Zhu Moye knew that this formation had an ultimate limit after all, and as long as he persisted, he would be able to break it.

The four Bodhisattvas and the Blood Demon below were already fighting each other. Zhu Moye did not go to watch because he was afraid that he would get angry if he saw it, which would provide strength to the Blood Demon.

But listening to the roar of explosions below, Zhu Moye felt that the four Bodhisattvas were at a disadvantage. Because occasionally he could hear the four Bodhisattvas humming, very low, obviously suppressing their voices, not wanting to distract Zhu Moye.

But the blood demon kept calling out, being proud, and showing off.

Zhu Moye only needed to concentrate, look at the figures in the mirror, see their smiles, and continuously bombard the Buddha Spirit Formation. No one could stop him, not even the Blood Demon who had transformed into the Buddha Spirit Formation's spirit.

The number of people in the mirror continued to increase and had exceeded 100,000. Zhu Moye could not help but close his eyes, but still could not stop the tears from flowing out.

Below, there was a sudden loud noise, followed by the screams of four people.

The Blood Demon laughed heartily. In front of him stood four Bodhisattvas, spewing blood. Half of Guanyin Bodhisattva's hair had been shattered, the jade bottle in her hand had been shattered, and the willow branch had been torn into several pieces.

Manjushri Bodhisattva's sword was broken, but the Dao Vase was intact. However, it was no different from an ordinary vase. Its core had been damaged, and even the Yin energy inside had been absorbed by the Blood Demon.

Puxian's sunflower had been torn apart, and the golden sunflower plate fell to the ground. He tried hard to jump up and receive the baptism of sunlight in the air, but he was unable to do so. The blood demon walked over and crushed it to pieces.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, due to his previous regression, was much less powerful than the others. The Blood Demon had noticed this early on and targeted him, leaving him in the worst situation.

The Zen staff was broken and one of his arms was broken. If it weren't for the help of the other three Bodhisattvas, he would have been killed by the Blood Demon.

"Don't worry about us, we can hold on," Guanyin said. A ray of Buddha's light ignited all over her body, and she attacked the Blood Demon again.

The Blood Demon was so powerful that when he was born long ago, he caused chaos in the Three Realms. This was much worse than Sun Wukong's rampage in Heaven.

At that time, the Blood Demon was almost the first person under the six saints, and relying on his amazing magic attack, he could even rival the saints. In the era when saints did not appear, the Blood Demon was almost invincible.

Later, several powerful masters used a strategy of mutual destruction to finally injure him severely. The Blood Demon's strength today is naturally far less than it was back then, but even with only tenth of its power, it is still not something that Guanyin and the other four Bodhisattvas can contend with.

Moreover, the four Bodhisattvas had already absorbed a large amount of mana from the Buddha Spirit Formation. And in the Buddha Spirit Formation, which had almost become the Blood Demon Formation, the Blood Demon had a huge advantage.

Naturally, the four of them were no match for them.

Fortunately, the Blood Demon has not fully appeared yet. He is now just the spirit of the Buddha Spirit Array. Zhu Moye is constantly attacking the array in which he lives, and he cannot fully display his skills, otherwise the four people will be unable to resist.

The Blood Demon also noticed Zhu Moye's transformation. He had experienced too much time, and he knew that if Zhu Moye really became the ninth human emperor, he might be able to break through the Buddha Spirit Formation.

By then, as the spirit of the formation, he would certainly suffer a huge blow. Although he would not die, it would definitely consume a lot of his energy. It would take at least thousands of years before he could appear in the world again.

But he was actually restrained by these four Bodhisattvas. He also saw that these four Bodhisattvas had extraordinary magical powers. He never thought that the young disciple back then would now possess such magical powers. The four of them could actually compete with him together.

If it weren't for the Buddha Spirit Formation, Blood Demon was worried that he might not be a match for the four people working together.

He saw Zhu Moye's Dao manifesting, and the real dragon behind him was constantly solidifying. What made him even more horrified was that he could sense a wild aura from Zhu Moye. It was simply unbelievable. How could someone like him still have a wild aura?

If someone could sense the aura of the wilderness, it was almost certain that this person's future was truly extraordinary. Why were the Six Saints able to achieve sainthood, while even powerful beings like Tathagata struggled to do so? It was because the world had changed, and saints could no longer emerge.

Are the achievements of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors really so immortal? They also took advantage of the wild aura. Because that is the most primitive and original aura, containing the great way and the secrets of heaven.

Chapter 781 The Difficult Road to the Emperor

Zhu Moye felt the presence of the Great Dao, a very strange feeling. His eyes seemed to see everything, birth, old age, sickness and death, the rising of the east and the setting of the west.

The number of people in the mirror within the void continued to increase, now exceeding 500,000. Zhu Moye had a sudden realization: when the mirror contained over 700,000 people, his achievement would be complete.

And perhaps when he completely opens this Buddha Spirit Formation and rescues everyone, those whose souls have been sucked out by the Buddha Spirit Formation may still be able to survive.

This was a very mysterious feeling, but Zhu Moye felt that this was most likely the case. Because their souls had not been taken away, they were still hovering here. With the help of the magical powers of the four great bodhisattvas of Buddhism, it should be possible to return these people's souls to their bodies.

When Zhu Moye thought that Grandpa Li and Xiaohua could be resurrected and would live a happy life from then on, he sincerely felt a force growing in his heart, prompting him to continue to persevere.

Even though he felt that his mana had been completely depleted and his body was almost weak, he still felt that he had the strength to continue like this.

Zhu Moye's feeling was not an illusion. The eyes and smiles of everyone in the mirror were all the power of souls in the blood demon's eyes. These powers should have been injected into the formation and into his body, but now they were all injected into Zhu Moye's body.

It's simply a waste of natural resources! The Blood Demon was extremely sad. With those soul powers, he could at least reduce a lot of time and transform earlier. He didn't have to care about the so-called Buddha Spirit Array and didn't have to rely on it.

The power of a human soul is profound. The soul power of ordinary mortals is very small. The soul power of a cultivator is naturally much stronger. However, sometimes, the soul power of a mortal can become very strong.

For example, at this moment, when an elderly person diligently needs to watch his grandchildren grow up, when a mother wants to save an injured child, their souls will be unusually strong.

Zhu Moye felt the increase in strength, that power filling his body. His eyes seemed to cross the line, and in an instant he saw everything in the imperial city.

In the east of the city, an old man protected his grandson. The child was hiding in the old man's arms. He had not transformed into a Buddha spirit and was still struggling. Streams of pure energy were injected from the old man into the child's body.

It is this pure energy that keeps the child's soul clear.

In a temple, the old abbot apparently found something wrong. He hid the little monks in big bells, and he chanted the Heart Purification Mantra in front of the bells.

He was already dead, but around him, a Buddhist chant continued, resonating with the ancient bell and keeping the souls of the young monks inside immortal.

……

In an instant, Zhu Moye saw too much, and he realized that many people in the imperial city had not died yet, and many people were still holding on.

When Zhu Moye's eyes saw them through the void, they seemed to have some understanding and raised their heads to look at where Zhu Moye was.

If the gaze became material, then people would inevitably feel guilty when looking at them. But at this moment, Zhu Moye felt as if there were waves of power surging towards him.

The more that gaze became material, the stronger the power he felt.

It was as if there were lines of faith converging here.

The Emperor of Man controls all matters of the people, ensuring their well-being, clothing, and food. This is easy, yet also difficult. If one cannot even achieve this, what is the point of being a superior, what is the point of being an Emperor of Man?

To achieve this, we must provide the people with measures that can change their lives, and more importantly, their fate. Farmers will not always be farmers, and they will never again toil in the fields. They toil their whole lives, and their descendants will continue to toil.

A butcher will not always be killing pigs and sheep. He can study and become a member of the noble family, serve as a soldier, or become an official. He will not have to work hard all his life and have no money to send his children to school.

What the Human Emperor needs is influence. The Human Emperor influences the people, and the people also influence the Human Emperor.

Zhu Moye now understood that what he needed to give to these citizens was hope, a firm heart, and the ability to survive. So he needed to persevere and let more living people see and understand.

Then, these people were able to persevere and follow him, letting their faith bless Zhu Moye, inspiring and supporting him to continue on this path.

When Zhu Moye was born, people said that Zhu Moye had the shadow of the Human Emperor. But only now did Zhu Moye realize that he was indeed on the path to becoming the Human Emperor. However, he had only just begun and needed to continue on with determination.

Being the Human Emperor is not easy. It requires the right time, the right place, and even more importantly, the right people. The Three Sovereigns became the Human Emperor with the right time, the Five Emperors became the Human Emperor with the right place, and Zhu Moye understood that if he wanted to become the Human Emperor, he needed the right people.

This is an extremely difficult road, but Zhu Moye firmly believes that he will keep going and will reach the other side.

The golden light on Zhu Moye's fists bloomed more and more. Each punch hit the formation, like a falling meteor, causing the formation to change continuously, and it could be broken at any time.

The Blood Demon was completely terrified. He had struggled for so many years, and he had seen too many people and too many evil thoughts. In the end, these people became his supplements.

But in Zhu Moye, he was wrong. In Zhu Moye, he saw so much darkness. There was violence, lust, resentment, selfishness, and bloodshed, but it was just such an ordinary person who looked like a small insect.

He actually forced out his blood demon nature, and even completely restrained it. And because of his restraint, he was unable to use his full strength to kill the four Bodhisattvas.

You have to know that those are four Bodhisattvas. If they can be killed, it will definitely be a great tonic. Not only that, he now realized that this little bug-like character is the real threat.

The latter possessed a powerful wild aura, capable of merging with the beliefs of the 700,000 people of the imperial city. The strength of a single soul was limited, but when mobilized, it became a force to be reckoned with.

When the power of 700,000 people was gathered together, it was a force that frightened him and even made him want to plunder it. But now, this power was being used by this little bug-like person.

And he was about to be beaten to death by that little bug.

Chapter 782: Possession?

This wasn't a typical blow. It wasn't about destroying the formation. As an old Blood Demon, the worst that could happen was for him to recuperate. The Blood Demon could sense that if he were to be destroyed by Zhu Moye's inexplicable power, he, as the formation spirit of this formation, would truly disappear.

Due to the loss of his essence and blood, the Blood Demon had no choice but to transform into a formation spirit to survive. However, he was still far from being able to escape the formation and survive on his own. However, seeing the 700,000 citizens of the city, he saw hope for rebirth in the world, so he came into the world.

But now it seems that this opportunity is born in danger, but it also requires great luck and chance to appear again. But at this time, it is obvious that he has encountered the biggest challenge in his life.

This battle is either life or death!

"Junior, you dare to bully me, I will kill you!" The Blood Demon shouted, his body soaring into the sky and flying towards Zhu Moye.

The four Bodhisattvas quickly joined forces again, transforming into a beam of light to block the Blood Demon. They also saw that Zhu Moye was at the critical point of breaking through the Buddha Spirit Formation, and they must not let him be disturbed.

Don't look at the Blood Demon's appearance of being seriously injured now, but the four of them had fought with the Blood Demon for more than half an hour and knew the Blood Demon's strength too well. Even though he was seriously injured and consumed a lot of his essence, he still had the cultivation level of a semi-saint at this moment.

Even if the Tathagata Buddha himself were to arrive, he wouldn't necessarily be a match for the Blood Demon. Of course, the Blood Demon had taken advantage of the Buddha Spirit Formation after all. It was shameful to say that during the Buddha Spirit Battle, the Blood Demon actually took advantage of it, and surprisingly, it was the one that was most restraining against the Buddha Sect.

However, the Blood Demon had already seen Zhu Moye's extraordinaryness and would never let him go. The four Bodhisattvas of Guanyin had at most exhausted his strength, but Zhu Moye had exhausted his essence.

Furthermore, he used the most masculine method to break the Buddha Spirit Formation, which was the greatest blow to him, directly striking his very essence. The danger level, and who was greater and who was lesser, was clear at a glance.

"You are simply courting death!" The Blood Demon shouted, having no choice but to exert all his strength. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. As soon as the blood came out, the four Bodhisattvas sensed the danger and the danger of destroying them.

"Go to hell! You actually made me waste a mouthful of blood and essence. You deserved to die. After you die, I will refine the four of you. Haha, let those old bald donkeys see that their proud disciples have now become my blood slaves!"

The Blood Demon waved his hand, and the blood essence split into four parts in the air, and then rushed towards each of them.

This enormous energy is contained in the essence and blood. Under normal circumstances, even if the four Bodhisattvas were defeated, they could still avoid it. However, at this moment, the four could only rely on their magic power to resist.

But how long could a spent force last? And this was the Blood Demon's blood essence. In no time, a ball of blood essence first penetrated the body of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was the most seriously injured.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva screamed and fell backwards. His body instantly changed from golden to blood red, with only a hint of golden light remaining between his eyebrows.

Obviously, that was the last place that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva fought to protect. Once his mind was invaded by the blood demon, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva would completely become a blood slave.

The three Bodhisattvas all saw Ksitigarbha's condition and were worried and nervous in their hearts, fearing that Ksitigarbha would not be able to hold on and that they themselves would fall into the same situation as Ksitigarbha.

Of the three, Guanyin's magical power was the strongest, forcing the blood essence in front of her body. The blood essence moved up and down in front of Guanyin's eyebrows. It was obvious that although she had blocked the blood essence at the moment, once it was invaded, Guanyin would be completely invaded by the blood essence.

It will almost instantly turn into a blood demon!

"If you can't hold on any longer, then self-destruct!" Guanyin persisted, finally uttering a complete sentence. A golden light flashed between Ksitigarbha's eyebrows, clearly taking Guanyin's words to heart.

"Hehe!" The Blood Demon laughed. He finally stood up from the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had used up his remaining blood and energy, he had controlled the four Bodhisattvas, which was enough. Now, all he had to do was kill that little thief.

Moreover, the wild spirit in Zhu Moye made him extremely sympathetic. The Blood Demon had an idea in his mind that if he could refine that wild spirit, he would probably be reborn in blood.

After devouring the souls of these 700,000 people, not to mention recovering his previous strength, but when he is born again, as long as he doesn't encounter those six old monsters, other people will definitely not be his match.

As his strength increased, the Blood Demon believed that he could become a saint, and then he would fear no one.

Zhu Moye saw everything that happened below and knew that the four Bodhisattvas were now really like clay Buddhas and could not save themselves. Now he could only rely on himself.

The Buddha Spirit Formation was hammered by him for a while, and although it seemed that it would collapse under the next blow, it managed to hold on once more, leaving him disappointed again and again, and returning empty-handed.

The blood demon flew behind Zhu Moye, laughing sneerfully.

"Boy, you do have great luck, but it will be in vain. Give me everything you have, okay?" The Blood Demon shouted, and his body turned into a ball of black gas and pounced towards Zhu Moye.

A bloody smell, extremely strong. Zhu Moye finally understood why it had always looked black. It was because the blood was so strong that it looked completely black.

The smell was so strong that Zhu Moye almost vomited. A golden light emerged from his body, blocking the black energy transformed by the blood demon. A dragon floated on both sides, gazing at the blood demon majestically.

"The spirit of the emperor, the human emperor?" The blood demon shouted, with a hint of surprise in his voice.

"I didn't expect you, kid, to have so many inexplicable things, and this opportunity is so incredible. It just so happens that all this is cheap. Deprive me of it!"

The Blood Demon yelled, and the black energy instantly turned into a small person. That was the Blood Demon's true origin. He saw Zhu Moye's rebelliousness and wanted to take over Zhu Moye's body.

The dragon energy on Zhu Moye's body was instantly broken, and the little man transformed from the blood demon rushed into Zhu Moye's brain.

There was a vast silver sea with huge waves, and Zhu Moye was standing on the other side of the silver sea, looking at the blood demon coldly. The blood demon laughed loudly and rushed towards Zhu Moye.

The Blood Demon has the greatest confidence in his divine consciousness, and he even dares to challenge saints. In his opinion, taking down Zhu Moye is an easy task.

Zhu Moye also sneered. This blood demon wanted to take over someone else's body, which was simply ridiculous. His spiritual consciousness was not that powerful, but who was he? He was an earthling, with cheats. The blood demon wanted to take over his body, which was destined to be a tragedy.

Chapter 783 The Tragic Blood Demon

Zhu Moye sneered at the Blood Demon, and the Blood Demon sneered back at Zhu Moye. Perhaps it was Zhu Moye's sneer that was too calm, frightening the already paranoid Blood Demon, or perhaps it was the Blood Demon himself who was too suspicious.

The Blood Demon didn't choose to attack immediately, but instead asked, "Boy, what are you laughing at?"

Zhu Moye sneered and said, "Then what are you laughing at?" In his opinion, the blood demon entering his brain was a tragedy. There was no way around it. Perhaps this was the blood demon's fate.

Just like in chess, elephants can eat tigers, tigers eat wolves, wolves eat cats, and cats eat mice, but the mice living at the bottom are the biggest threat to elephants.

If the Blood Demon had used other means, Zhu Moye would have considered himself unlucky, but the Blood Demon actually wanted to possess him. That doomed him to tragedy, as if he had abandoned the Huashan sword technique and instead practiced some bullshit Zixia magic skill!