Chapter 697: No Way Back (12)

Chapter 697 Can’t Go Back (1/2)

"You call that thing a demon!"

The things in front of you are like an avalanche, and every evil demon is just a snowflake in it. When they are gathered together, it feels like it is overwhelming, which is daunting.

Seeing the demons pouring towards the town like a tide, Xuan Kong had only one idea.

Bailong, you bastard!

Monks don't say bad words unless they can't help it!

Looking around, there are a large number of real Buddhas outside the city.

These real Buddhas may be large or small, but all of them are solemn in appearance and compassionate in appearance, making people worship them after seeing them.

Although there is no majesty of the real Buddha in reality, the game still has a strong sense of Buddha nature, which makes Xuan Kong yearn for it.

Just the thought of such a majestic true Buddha being regarded as a demon, he felt a surge of anger aroused in his heart, and he wanted to rush into the Bailong Sect right now, hang Bailong and others up and beat them.

They are really evil heretics, and they do everything in such a mean way!

After hearing Xuan Kong's question, Ding Jie wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said with a lewd smile: "Yes, these are indeed evil spirits. I am lucky today to be such a powerful evil devil."

"You said they are working hard?" Xuankong was even more incredible, "They are true Buddhas!"

"What real Buddha?" Ding Jie said in surprise, "These are not real Buddhas. How can D-level evil demons be real Buddhas? They are D-level demons."

Xuan Kong thought for a moment, and then recalled what the demon was.

Heavenly demons are the enemies of Buddhist monks. They are colorless, tasteless, shadowless and formless, but they can change all things.

Once the Buddha's heart is not strong enough and the devil sees a loophole in his heart, the devil will transform into the thing that the monk desires most.

Although the demons are not very powerful, and most of them cannot defeat even entry-level monks, there are still many monks who have taken advantage of them due to their fickleness.

After knowing that the other party was actually a demon, Xuan Kong breathed a sigh of relief.

Wiping the sweat from his bald head, he said happily: "It turned out to be a demon. I thought they used a real Buddha as a monster. Yes, the restoration is quite good. Ding Jie, what did you see?"

"Don't worry about it! Anyway, it's enough to work hard! Hehe, this pattern and color are top-notch!"

Looking at this person helplessly, Xuankong was about to step forward to fight, but was immediately pulled back by Ding Jie.

Xuan Kong, who was forcibly pulled back, turned his head, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Ding Jie asked in displeasure, "The magic power has not been lost. Are you going to seek death?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Have you forgotten what I said before? With the Dharma-Ending Curse, the magic power will dissipate. But what is dissipated is the magic power from the outside world. It will be no problem for you to re-cultivate the magic power here. It just so happens that you are going to the Buddha Kingdom later. , let’s break up now.”

"What you said makes sense. Okay, let's go."

The huge magic power spread out, and the demon who had just rushed in front of Xuan Kong was rushed by this magic power and immediately disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, Ding Jie had a strange look on his face and couldn't help but sigh: "Are you so fierce with the name Xuan Kong? How much magic power you have gathered before has been scattered so easily."

Without answering, Xuan Kong stepped forward with bare hands and faced the demon in front of him.

Although he knew that the true Buddhas in front of him were all transformed by demons, Xuankong still hesitated for a moment when looking at the true Buddhas all over the mountains and plains, and then he raised his hands and said, "True Buddha, I'm offended."

Then, he raised a palm and hit the face of the "True Buddha" in front of him. His teeth flew out, his face was distorted, and he turned into a corpse when he hit the ground.

Looking at the corpse of the real Buddha, Xuankong took a breath of cold air.

So true!

Even though he knew that this was a game and that it was the spiritual effect brought about by seizing souls, Xuan Kong was still surprised by the authenticity of it.

Without thousands or even tens of thousands of attempts, such a realistic effect cannot be achieved. The White Dragon Sect can actually have enough magic power to support such a huge number of exercises. It is indeed a magic sect.

But I have to say, this feels so good!

Although Xuankong has Su Hui, he is still an eighteen-year-old boy at heart.

Although he had the blessing of Buddhism on weekdays, he could guard his true heart, but after knowing that this was a game and he could do whatever he wanted, the restraint in his heart suddenly disappeared, letting him know that he could do whatever he wanted.

And in a secret corner of his heart, he was still excited by the tragic situation of the real Buddha.

The real Buddha, who was so high above him, was punched to the ground by himself. The contrast and the joy of breaking the taboo made his fists start to tremble, and he even wanted to punch him a few more times.

When he saw that there were more real Buddhas waiting for him to clean up, he showed a ferocious smile, then stepped forward and rushed towards the "real Buddha" in front of him.

Like a tiger returning to the mountain, even without magic power, Xuan Kong's physical body is quite powerful, and he can clear out a large number of demons with just a few movements, making him feel like he is in a state of no one.

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Half an hour later, a strong bell rang, like a head of ice water pouring down on him, calming down the hot-blooded Xuan Kong.

Looking around, he saw that the demons all over the mountain had disappeared, and the piles of "true Buddhas" just now had also disappeared.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still some pain in his hand, he would have thought he was dreaming just now.

"Are you... okay?"

Xuan Kong subconsciously wanted to punch out, but then stopped abruptly.

Turning to face Ding Jie, Xuankong clasped his hands together and saluted, "Thank you for your concern, the donor. I'm fine, little monk."

"It's okay, I just thought you were almost going to kill me." Ding Jie patted his chest with lingering fear, then rushed forward excitedly, pinched Xuankong's arm and said, "You can do it, this piece is not for nothing. Practice.”

"Well... you just said, what do you mean you think I want to kill you?" Xuan Kong asked worriedly.

"It's literal. You just had a murderous spirit. You are so murderous that people are scared to death. It's a pity that those demons are evil. I want to appreciate them for a while longer."

Xuankong was silent for a while, then called up his golden book and checked his performance in the game.

In Jinshu's replay, he saw that he was smiling brightly in his game, and that all kinds of killing moves were coming out in endlessly, killing all the true Buddhas in front of him to ashes, leaving no one behind.

Looking at his expression carefully, he felt as if he had become another person in the game, someone he didn't know at all.

He immediately quit the game, sat cross-legged, and kept reciting "The Art of Righteous Mind" silently in order to suppress the agitation in his heart.

But then he discovered that his state of mind could no longer return to its previous state, and he could not even enter concentration.

Something had been aroused in his heart, making him feel like the fire in his heart was burning and he couldn't turn it off at all.

He can't go back.