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Being restrained by Zhu Moye is a pure tragedy for the Blood Demon!

However, Zhu Moye did not want to destroy the Blood Demon for the time being, because in this Buddha Spirit Formation, Zhu Moye realized his own way to become the Human Emperor, and he knew in his heart that as long as he continued on this path, he could even rescue those souls in the Imperial City whose souls had been absorbed and transformed into Buddha Spirits, and who continued to be absorbed by the Blood Demon.

Zhu Moye was certainly not in a hurry. In his view, the Blood Demon was already doomed. So it would be easier for him to collect more profits and squeeze out more value.

But Zhu Moye's smile might seem unfathomable to the Blood Demon, but it was more of a pretense. But deep down, he felt something was amiss.

Because Zhu Moye's smile was too confident, without the slightest fear. Facing an evil god, no matter how good a person is at disguising himself, he would still reveal the slightest flaw.

Blood Demon couldn't help but start explaining to himself that this kid was now on the path to becoming a Human Emperor because he possessed the aura of the wild. The aura of the wild was not something that ordinary people could obtain; only those with great opportunities could do so.

Could it be that this kid really has something that can make him suffer?

He couldn't help but be on guard, couldn't help but be careful. The last time he was suppressed had been over hundreds of thousands of years ago. Once bitten, one becomes afraid of the rope for ten years. The Blood Demon didn't want to be suppressed again.

Especially since he was suppressed due to carelessness, he himself could not bear the regret.

After thinking for a while, which was only half an incense stick of time at most, the Blood Demon finally decided to devour Zhu Moye. He had figured it out, and since he had come this far, he could only keep his head down and move forward.

If an old monster who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years was frightened by such a kid, he would be laughed at if he told others about it.

"Boy, stop playing tricks. I, your ancestor, would never have bothered to play those little tricks back then. Now just become my flesh and blood. Maybe I won't refine you and let you witness with your own eyes how I destroy Buddhism."

"Buddhism is against you, right? Isn't this the Buddha Spirit Formation they set up to destroy you? Hehe, I've fulfilled your wish, so you can die in peace."

The blood demon exuded a strong bloody aura, casting a long red shadow as it pounced towards Zhu Moye.

"Suffer to death!"

Zhu Moye looked at the Blood Demon coldly. This Blood Demon was indeed ferocious!

Zhu Moye swung out a slap and slapped the blood demon that was rushing towards him.

The Blood Demon was furious. What kind of move was this? Even in his prime, facing those saints, no one dared to slap him in the face. The Blood Demon was completely enraged. His tiny soul figurine actually transformed into a huge mouth that swallowed up Zhu Moye's soul figurine.

The slap landed fiercely on the Blood Demon's body, stirring up a howling hurricane within his soul. The Blood Demon sensed the danger of this force, the danger of shattering his soul.

He simply couldn't believe it. How could this be? The latter was just a nobody at the Golden Immortal realm, yet he possessed such a miraculous and abnormal soul power?

He quickly conjured up two big hands and blocked Ba Zhang who was whistling towards him.

The silver hand slapped the two arms that the blood demon had conjured up. Compared to the silver hand, the two arms were like a child competing with an adult.

The effect was just as big as the two palms, and the two small palms were instantly shattered, turning into balls of red blood. The silver palm, on the other hand, was almost unaffected and continued to strike the blood demon.

"This is impossible?" the Blood Demon shouted, full of disbelief.

With such spiritual power, how could he be a Golden Immortal? Even the Buddha might not have such power!

He could only blame the Blood Demon for his bad luck, for wanting to seize Zhu Moye's soul when he had nothing better to do. Zhu Moye's soul was bound to the system. That system carried Zhu Moye endlessly through worlds, enduring the repulsive force of each world.

Such a powerful force, even though it is not the power of Zhu Moye's soul. But if you want to seize Zhu Moye's soul power, you will naturally want to face the powerful counterattack of the system.

This can only mean that the Blood Demon is seeking his own death.

A slap landed hard on the blood demon's soul. With a scream, the blood demon was torn apart into seven or eight parts.

Zhu Moye stretched out his arms and grabbed the two blood demon's souls in his hands, then immersed his mind in them and absorbed the blood demon's memories.

There was a mess of things inside, mostly negative influences. However, with the system protecting his soul, Zhu Moye had no scruples at all. The system excluded all the memories that might endanger his soul, transforming them into the purest blood.

Absorbing the Blood Demon's memories would allow Zhu Moye to elevate his realm. After all, the Blood Demon's realm was comparable to that of a saint, and was definitely worth learning from. This would be of great help to Zhu Moye in his future journey to becoming the Human Emperor.

The remaining soul fragments of the Blood Demon finally gathered together. Zhu Moye did not want to kill him all at once. Otherwise, if the Blood Demon was pushed into a corner, he would self-destruct and Zhu Moye would get nothing. It would be a loss.

The Blood Demon's body turned red, no longer the black color from before. He seemed to be full of power and very powerful, but not as restrained as before, and not as powerful and shocking.

"You, absorbed my soul?" the Blood Demon cried. It was his soul, so he could sense it most clearly. He was even a little secretly delighted. After all, his soul was not something that ordinary people could comprehend; most people would go mad and become demons.

But Zhu Moye's eyes were clear, and he didn't look like a demon at all.

"What did you say, old devil? I have absorbed your soul, but I have to say, there is very little essence and a lot of dregs." Zhu Moye teased.

Ah——, the blood demon screamed, his blood boiling, and he was extremely angry!

Chapter 784 The Sorrow of the Blood Demon

His soul was shattered, which was already a huge loss. Two parts of it were devoured by someone, and his strength was greatly lost. Now he was still being bullied by the other party.

The Blood Demon has never suffered such humiliation before. Little bastard, if you dislike it, just spit it out!

But the Blood Demon was able to survive the encirclement and suppression time and time again. Naturally, he had his own strength, and his eyesight was the most important of them.

He had seen clearly that Zhu Moye himself might not have that much power, but here, Zhu Moye's soul had a very strange power. Here, he was no match for Zhu Moye at all.

Seeing that the other party was devouring his soul casually without any sign of retaliation, the Blood Demon knew that he had to leave here immediately, otherwise this would really be the place where he would die.

The Blood Demon quickly retreated, and the villain transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards Zhu Moye's body. This was the path he had opened up to get in, so he naturally knew how to get out.

How could Zhu Moye let the Blood Demon escape? Once he escaped, the offensive and defensive situation between the two would change immediately, and then it would be the Blood Demon who would suppress him.

Giant hands appeared one after another, "Thousand-Armed Guanyin!" Zhu Moye shouted, and a thousand hands stretched out and grabbed the fleeing blood demon.

"Hehe, you want to run? Let me see where you can go. This is my heart lake, and I am the master of my world!" Zhu Moye laughed loudly, and transformed into Manjushri Bodhisattva, followed by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and finally Samantabhadra also appeared.

"Hehe, Blood Demon, weren't you very fierce in bullying those four Bodhisattvas outside? Now it's your revenge." Zhu Moye smiled as he watched the four Bodhisattvas deal with the Blood Demon.

When he was outside, Zhu Moye had already seen the methods of the four Bodhisattvas. Of course, it was impossible for Zhu Moye to learn them just by looking at them.

But who made this the heart lake of Zhu Moye? It was his world and he was the master of it. He could transform himself into a powerful person and use his own methods. Maybe the connotation was not right, but the moves were right and it was fun to watch.

It's such a blood-sucking devil.

The Blood Demon was beaten by the four Bodhisattvas and fled everywhere, but unfortunately Zhu Moye had set up large formations all around him, and Guanyin had a thousand hands blocking him from all directions, blocking the Blood Demon from all directions and making it impossible for him to escape.

"Take another palm from me." Zhu Moxie said, and another palm appeared out of nothingness and slapped towards the Blood Demon.

"You little bastard, if this were in the real world, I would slap you to death!" The Blood Demon yelled angrily, his voice full of grievance. One wrong move and he would lose everything.

"That's right, that's right. You are Senior Blood Demon, so awesome. Of course you can rub me however you want. But here, I can rub you however I want!" Zhu Moye said with a smug smile.

The big palm slapped the blood demon's body. The blood demon tried his best to dodge, but there was only a small space, so how could he hide? Even if he resisted with all his strength, he was no match for the opponent. Here, Zhu Moye was a god.

The Blood Demon's soul was broken up again, splitting into five pieces. Zhu Moye reached out and grabbed two more pieces. He then ordered the four Bodhisattvas to stop the Blood Demon and prevent him from escaping. Zhu Moye himself began to refine the two soul fragments.

It was too easy for the four Bodhisattvas to control the three soul fragments. The Blood Demon couldn't even merge them. Being closely watched by the four Bodhisattvas, escaping was impossible!

Both souls contain the Blood Demon's memories, including his origins, birth, battles he has experienced, and his deepest understanding of battle.

Zhu Moye was overjoyed. This time, he had gained a great advantage. As long as he could master these things, Zhu Moye was confident that his strength could reach a higher level. After all, this was the cultivation experience of a quasi-saint.

With a system that eliminated the dross, Zhu Moye absorbed the soul fragments quickly. However, this time, he only absorbed the soul fragments and did not gain the insights, which required a long time to digest.

But Zhu Moye was not in a hurry. He had plenty of time to deal with him slowly.

Two more soul fragments were rolled up, and Zhu Moye ignored the blood demon's danger of self-destruction. If he really wanted to self-destruct, he would not tell others. These old demons, the longer they live, the more they cherish their lives. If they will self-destruct, Zhu Moye will not be fooled.

After absorbing the two soul fragments again, Zhu Moye finally understood why the Buddha Spirit Formation had become like this. In fact, when the Buddha Spirit Formation was first transformed by the Buddhist power, it was not completely transformed.

Even some of this was the Blood Demon's own method. It was because of the Blood Demon's tremendous power and extraordinary talent that he actually created such a magic circle and deceived the Buddhist masters.

As long as the Buddha Spirit Formation is indestructible, he can be reborn infinitely. It is like having an extra life.

The beings within the Buddha Spirit Formation became Buddha Spirits, but at a deeper level, they actually became the Blood Spirits of the Blood Demon Ancestor. They could even transform between Buddha Spirits and Blood Spirits at will. Those who attacked Buddhism were the most domineering and secretive.

"What a sinister old devil!" Zhu Moye secretly admired him in his heart. Apart from their different positions, this old devil was indeed a genius.

"I surrender, I surrender!" the Blood Demon shouted. He finally realized that to continue to be an enemy of Zhu Moye was simply courting death. The latter had a great opportunity and such luck that he could not possess him.

And by following this kind of people, perhaps he would one day achieve enlightenment. In an instant, the Blood Demon changed his mind and figured everything out.

Zhu Moye's mind moved. If he could control the Blood Demon and become its master, he would definitely enjoy a very powerful advantage in the future war among the three realms. This could be used as a trump card.

When they are most relaxed, throw them out and decide the outcome in one battle.

But this thought, only for a moment, was completely wiped out by Zhu Moye. Because as the Human Emperor, he was masculine and dignified, and would never do such despicable things.

It goes against the way of the Human Emperor!

The Blood Demon needed to recover, and its current strength was definitely not enough to serve as a trump card. So how could it recover? The only way was to devour the essence, blood, and souls of humans, but Zhu Moye would never allow the Blood Demon to do that. How could such a thing be fair to those it had devoured?

What about those families who were destroyed because they thought he was the blood demon? How can they face up to Grandpa Li and Xiaohua who were waiting for him wholeheartedly? How can they face up to those citizens who wanted to follow him, keep the hope in their hearts, and make their own way?

Zhu Moye shook his head and shouted, "You will die!"

A bright golden dragon, filled with the aura of the emperor, blasted towards the trapped Blood Demon. The Blood Demon sensed Zhu Moye's murderous intent and roared, "Kill me! I'm going to self-destruct, and you and everyone else will be buried with me!"

Seeing his certain death, the Blood Demon finally decided to self-destruct. The blood energy in his body surged, and for a moment, it was comparable to the golden light emitted by the golden dragon.

Chapter 785 The Blood Demon's Final Plan

The golden light was unable to suppress the blood light for a moment! The two forces confronted each other.

Zhu Moye sneered. How could he possibly cause the Blood Demon to self-destruct with his own trump card? That would be an insult to his soul power. The giant hand materialized once more, instantly disappearing into nothingness. When it reappeared, it had already grasped the Blood Demon's soul figurine.

The blood demon was like a hen whose neck was grabbed, and it was impossible for it to make any sound.

The blood energy in his body faded away in an instant. His power was suppressed by Zhu Moye, and it was impossible for the Blood Demon to self-destruct even if he wanted to.

The blood demon wailed, and the soul figurine kept transmitting messages. At this moment, this was all the magic power he had left.

"Please, don't kill me, hero. I am willing to swear an oath to the heavens. From now on, I will become your servant. I will do whatever you ask me to do. I dare not even think of resisting you. Please let me go."

"This old slave knows a lot of skills. They can make you go to heaven and earth, and you can do anything. Not to mention that Buddhism is your enemy, even if Taoism is your enemy, Master, you can use my Taoism to compete with them..."

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"I explored your soul and could learn everything. But you've committed countless murders, and you thought I would let you go. Heaven will not refrain from retribution, but the time has not come yet. Blood Demon, you have lived a life of arrogance, but now you must return to dust."

Zhu Moye moved his palm, and amid the blood demon's screams, the last bit of his soul fragments turned into the most shattered soul energy and was absorbed into Zhu Moye's soul.

The Blood Demon was indeed a great evil, secretly erasing most of the skills in the soul. However, Zhu Moye did not care. The Blood Demon cared about those skills, while Zhu Moye cared about how to save these citizens.

After a moment of enlightenment, Zhu Moye finally found a way to save the citizens. He shattered the Buddha Spirit Formation, and it completely disappeared from the long river of history.

Those souls would naturally be released, but they would dissipate between heaven and earth, unable even to be taken by Hell. To save these people, the only way to save them was to use the person who destroyed the Buddha Spirit Formation to die in their place.

Seeing this, Zhu Moye knew that this should be the real solution. This was very consistent with the Blood Demon's style of doing things. Perhaps he had already calculated this when he created this Buddha Spirit Formation.

If anyone kills him in the future, they will only be able to use his blood to revive those who died. He is indeed cruel, having already planned a path of revenge for himself.

Now that the Blood Demon was dead, Zhu Moye's mind moved, and his soul returned to its place. He had reappeared in the Buddha Spirit Array. Below, Zhu Moye saw that Guanyin and the other four Bodhisattvas had stood up.

Since the Blood Demon had been killed by Zhu Moye, the black energy that surrounded the four Bodhisattvas naturally disappeared. The moment Zhu Moye woke up, the four Bodhisattvas also sensed his condition and looked towards him.

"Thank you, Human Emperor, for killing this great evil of heaven and earth. Your merits are immeasurable!" The four Bodhisattvas said at the same time, bowing together with their palms together.

Zhu Moye returned the greeting and descended from mid-air.

A battle that revealed the true nature of people's hearts. Zhu Moye knew that the four Bodhisattvas were indeed protecting the world as the legend said, and the four Bodhisattvas also knew that Zhu Moye would never be a blasphemer of Buddha. They just had different standpoints.

Once you enter the world, you have no choice. This sentence always applies.

The four Bodhisattvas looked at Zhu Moye. This time, Zhu Moye had done almost all the hard work. Although they helped, they didn't necessarily play a big role. The four were even more surprised that Zhu Moye was able to destroy the blood demon.

They had seen the Blood Demon rush into Zhu Moye's body and attempt to possess him. The process of possessing a body was so cruel that even the four Bodhisattvas were certain that if they were possessed by the Blood Demon, they would almost certainly die.

But Zhu Moye blocked it and even annihilated the Blood Demon. Zhu Moye clearly held a great secret. As the Three Realms had long rumored, those who bring about change must possess astonishing destiny and accomplish extraordinary things.

"Amitabha, Your Majesty, let us now unleash this great Buddha Spirit Array and save the common people," said Guanyin. She exerted her profound power, observing the heavens and the earth. She had seen too many lives end at any moment.

Even though the Blood Demon is dead now, these people are still dying.

Zhu Moye sighed inwardly, not knowing what to do for a moment. Cultivation is to go against the will of heaven, to go through many hardships, and then become stronger and live longer.

The saying "I would rather die than my friend" is the most vivid. Countless people have died on the path of cultivation, but the only thing left is to forge ahead and persevere. But what happens when you are faced with the inevitable death?

Zhu Moye felt a hint of irony in his heart. He had despised the Blood Demon before, but now it seemed that he was also a person who valued his life!

"Your Majesty, is there something difficult that you're having trouble speaking about?" Guanyin asked. Her impression of Zhu Moye had completely changed. He was frivolous, boastful, even lustful, and possessed numerous flaws. However, when it came to the major issues, he was worthy of the title of Human Emperor.

People can not escape from doing wrong!

Zhu Moye revealed the Blood Demon's final soul mark. The four Bodhisattvas were stunned, but they didn't know what to say. If they wanted to save others, they had to sacrifice their own lives.

This was an extremely difficult choice, especially for monks like them. They had practiced for so many years and endured so many hardships to reach this point, but now they were willing to commit suicide just to save others.

Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will? But going to hell doesn't necessarily mean death! Ksitigarbha murmured half a sentence at this moment, but he couldn't say anything. He didn't know how to persuade Zhu Moye. Would he persuade someone to die?

Buddhism is about saving the world and saving people, not about sending people to their deaths.

Even if it meant sacrificing one person to save those 700,000 people! The logic is easy to explain, the merits are easy to argue, but when it happens to oneself, it is naturally a different story.

"Haha, four Bodhisattvas, please leave for a while. I need to think carefully on my own." Zhu Moye said, and the four Bodhisattvas nodded and left.