Chapter 372: Gods and Their Doctrine

"Enemy of the Buddha..."

Beneath the overwhelming, sky-covering intent of destruction, the Treasure Cauldron Maitreya showed a look of panic.

Vivid and lifelike.

Just as the billions of ordinary mortals are no more noble than anyone else, there is no such thing as a god's lofty superiority.

"Indestructible Vajra, unbreakable!"

Soon, His panic turned to anger, as if deeply offended, majestic and holy; the doctrine allows no retreat, no wavering.

The Treasure Cauldron Maitreya is the Indestructible Vajra, and also unbreakable.

The doctrine is thus,

and the god must be so too!

Otherwise, it is abandoning one's own life, equivalent to self-murder.

"Those who offend the True Buddha, be destroyed!"

The Treasure Cauldron Maitreya pressed his palms together; behind him, six arms each formed hand seals, and rings of pure gold lotuses spread out.

"Hah!"

He spat out a golden, radiant Swastika mantra, which grew to the size of a mountain peak, and accompanied by pure gold lotuses, descended to suppress the young man in blue robes in the distance.

The voice carried immense pressure, bringing overwhelming oppression.

It made one's heart and liver tremble, filling the heart with a strong desire to suddenly repent, kneel before the Buddha, and weep bitterly.

Boom!

From the sapphire-blue muzzle of the super aerospace fighter, the blue-gold flying sword vanished from the god's divine sense.

Nothing could be seen anymore.

Only the increasingly clear intent of the sword of destruction; the core of incense and faith trembled more and more, as the biological survival instinct gathered from billions of beings gave warning.

"Suppress!"

His eyes bulged in rage, and the power of faith surged madly into the Swastika mountain peak once more.

Boom!

In the next instant, the blue-gold flying sword, which had never concealed its trajectory, crashed into the center of the Swastika; the pure gold sword edge, cast from Po Fa Xian Jin, shone brilliantly.

A Swastika True Buddha rune the size of a mountain peak.

A blue-gold flying sword, infinitely small.

They held in stalemate for a short time.

Crack...

A crisp sound spread to all directions.

The Swastika primal character's spiritual light flickered for a moment, then exploded into a sky full of spiritual radiance; even the Indestructible Vajra faith will, stronger than the Vajra Dharma intent, was useless, unable to withstand such a sword strike.

"This body of yours is too weak, even weaker than when I first saw you."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Whoosh!

The blue-gold sword light blazed forth, its speed increasing sharply, killing toward the heart of the Treasure Cauldron Maitreya, the location where the sword intent instinct sensed the core of faith.

"Our Buddha!"

The Gandharva King and the Kinnara King's faces changed.

One plucked a seven-stringed zither, and streams of sharp sound waves converged into a single line, killing toward the flying sword.

The other roared and hurled two drumsticks the size of winter melons from his hands.

"Hey-ha!"

From all directions, hundreds of thousands of Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining Eight Legions shouted loudly; bronze drums boomed, seven-stringed zithers chimed, shaking heaven and earth, and countless sound waves flew from the magical instruments in their hands, converging upon the attacks of their respective kings.

Dong, dong-dong...

Ding-ding...

Suddenly,

the Gandharva King's single line of sound waves became dazzling and brilliant, while the Kinnara King's two winter melon drumsticks were heavy as a mountain; the drum sounds were thick as waves, and their momentum reached an extremely terrifying degree.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ding nodded.

"The Buddha's Eight Legions do have some merits."

With no thought of controlling the flying sword to dodge, the blue-gold sword light's pure gold patterns blazed forth, and it charged straight up to meet the attacks of the two great legions head-on.

The blue-gold flying sword collided head-on with the Gandharva King's single line of sound waves and the Kinnara King's winter melon drumsticks.

Ding!

After a moment of stalemate,

amidst the terrible creaking sound, the two winter melon drums were forcibly severed, and the four hammerheads fell to the ground.

The single line of brilliant sound waves, gathered from hundreds of thousands of legionaries, was cut into two pieces.

"Enemy of the Buddha..."

The Gandharva King showed a look of terror, stepped back several paces, spat golden blood, and his body shook uncontrollably.

Deng, deng-deng!

Under a huge recoil force, four of the seven strings on the seven-stringed zither held in his four arms snapped directly; the high-speed whipping strings cut open wounds on his arms.

"Damn it!"

The Kinnara King roared and kept retreating.

His Buddhist treasure was destroyed; a basin-sized crater was indented in his chest, and the sound of broken bones and tendons came out. His power was closely and directly linked to his heart; he suffered a backlash, and his aura dropped significantly.

"This is what faith and incense offerings amount to."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

Whoosh!

The blue-gold sword light, now unimpeded by any obstacle, shot straight for the heart of the Precious Cauldron Maitreya.

"Vajra!"

The Precious Cauldron Maitreya roared, his six arms behind him swinging in unison; two pairs of golden wheels, two pairs of Zen staffs, and two pairs of precious cauldrons danced into phantoms, mixed with violent gusts of wind, smashing forward.

Crack!

The Zen staff Buddhist treasures shattered,

The golden wheel Buddhist treasures shattered,

The precious cauldron Buddhist treasures shattered!

Beneath the sword edge cast from Po Fa Xian Jin,

Nothing could stand in the way; the annihilating sword intent firmly locked onto the core of the divine soul and faith, piercing through everything.

"Amitabha!"

The Precious Cauldron Maitreya's face showed a look of compassion; he chanted a Buddhist name once long, his hands, as if cast from pure gold, pressed together and thrust forward.

Ding!

The blue-gold flying sword struck that pair of pressed-together palms; a vast spray of sparks flew, and much vajra powder drifted away with the wind.

It actually blocked it.

The flying sword's spiritual light dimmed slightly; borrowing force, it retreated at extreme speed, drawing the array patterns of magnetic field spiritual roots from all directions; in a single breath, its light recovered.

Yet, at the instant the sword edge met the palms,

Among the hundreds of thousands of Gandharva and Kinnara followers, one hundred thousand followers with growing horns and pitch-black bodies shuddered, directly turning into a sky full of splattered flesh fragments to bear the strike their deity faced.

"Not a bad divine path formation."

Jiang Ding offered slight praise.

With a casual point, the blue-gold flying sword attacked again, with no concealment, aiming straight for the faith and divine soul core.

Whoosh, whoosh!

At the same time, lagging one beat behind the blue-gold flying sword's speed, millions of armor-piercing shells fell upon the heads of the Gandharva King's and Kinnara King's followers; sharp spells were added, and a mournful sound spread across the four seas.

Boom!

Amidst the earth-shaking roar, hundreds of thousands of the Eight Tribes Buddhist army followers could not even utter a single scream before turning into a sky full of splattered flesh fragments; golden and black blood splashed in all directions.

Not a shred of life remained.

It was always the immortal sects besieging others,

And never the reverse!

Whoosh!

A blue-gold flying sword arrived in an instant amidst the sound of an aerial explosion; sword light filled the deity's vision, leaving not a single gap.

Despair sprouted in the heart.

"My Buddha!"

"No!"

The Gandharva King's voice, filled with attachment and reluctance, vanished.

She had been promoted and refined from the most devout female fanatic Buddhist follower.

Many things had happened during the decades the Precious Cauldron Maitreya Sect grew and flourished, turning a woman who, after her husband's death, was forced by her own clan to kill her son, sell her daughter, and fall into prostitution, into a king.

She appeared before the Precious Cauldron Maitreya.

"The victim has become the perpetrator... Alas, why does the world not give me a clean enemy?"

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

Intelligence on the high ranks of the Precious Cauldron Maitreya Sect surfaced in his mind.

Whoosh!

The blue-gold flying sword pierced through the Gandharva King's heart; sword qi exploded, tearing her body apart into countless fragments that fell toward the earth.

"My Buddha!"

The Kinnara King's eyes showed a look of struggle, yet he too vanished within the Jin Chong Guang.

The next moment, he appeared beneath the blue-gold sword edge.

"Kill!"

He roared, hoisting a bronze drum carved with countless Maitreya Sect scriptures and smashing it toward the flying sword.

Whoosh!

The sword passed through.

The drum broke, the heart shattered, the powerful body split into four pieces, the giant horns on his head were severed into several sections, and the corpse fell toward the earth.

"Amitabha!"

The Precious Cauldron Maitreya countered in despair; his six arms danced, seizing the broken golden wheels, Zen staffs, and precious cauldrons to smash toward the blue-gold flying sword, whose spiritual light had dimmed considerably, forcing it to retreat once more.

"Kill!"

He roared, charging under such circumstances; his six arms, each holding a broken golden wheel, Zen staff, or precious cauldron, attacked the young man in green robes not far away, living up to the doctrine of the Vajra's immortality and indestructibility.

"This is not the Vajra's immortality."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

With a casual point, he controlled the super aerospace warship formation, channeling the heavenly and earthly spiritual qi from dozens of kilometers into the blue-gold flying sword, causing its light to blaze brightly.

Whoosh!

A blue-gold sword light flew at extreme speed, utterly tearing apart the shattered Buddhist treasure and piercing straight through the heart of the Precious Cauldron Maitreya.

Endless sword qi erupted within it,

turning His divine body into fragments scattered across the sky.

(End of this chapter)