Chapter 1008: All appearances are illusions

The Great Hunting Hunyuan World!

Outside the Ancient Battlefield of Myriad Races!

Once Demon Lord Jidu's words were out, Amitabha was stunned and fell into deep thought.

【Hmm?! The words just said?!】

【What did this monk say just now?!】

【Wait!】

【Just now this monk seemed to say... if Li Zhangsheng does not die! This monk is willing to let a Great Luo Sarira incarnation be extinguished!】

【This...】

【He just now, really... seemed to have said such a sentence!】

Amitabha originally wanted to use these words to force Si Qi to pay the same price as himself, and he was about to succeed, but he did not expect that before Si Qi could finish speaking, the outcome had already appeared!

Li Zhangsheng did not die, but the Time King, the Holy Light King, the Pure Land Ancestor Shen Ni, and the Taiyi of the Demon Clan, the Western Sect, and many small races and small sects, a total of eighty-eight, died! Among them, the Demon Clan and the Western Sect occupied the vast majority!

Thirty Taiyi Demon Kings of the Demon Clan, twenty-four Taiyi Arhats of the Western Sect... plus the Pure Land Ancestor Shen Ni, this made Amitabha's heart ache so much that he almost wanted to vomit blood.

But because he was too shocked by Li Zhangsheng's battle record, Amitabha had not yet completely come back to his senses.

Until now, hearing Demon Lord Jidu's words, Amitabha... was completely numb!

"Heh!"

"Worthy of being the third Sect Leader of the Western Sect! Worthy of being the junior brother of the two Sect Leaders Zhunti!"

"I was really not wrong: the words of the Western Sect are like farting, and they cannot be trusted at all!"

Ancestral Xia Eternal God Emperor Si Qi, seeing this, his heart stirred, and he smiled lightly, the contempt in his expression not hidden at all.

As soon as Si Qi's voice fell, in an instant, Amitabha's face changed drastically, his face like sinking water, his expression black, very ugly.

【Now! The question is, do you want face, or do you want substance?!】

【If you want face, you have to give up a Great Luo Sarira incarnation!】

【If you want substance, then the reputation of the Western Sect will be completely lost!】

【Originally, because of the two Sect Leaders Zhunti, the myriad races and all sects of the Primordial had a bad impression of the Western Sect. If you add yourself, then will the Western Sect have any reputation in the future?!】

【Can the disciples of the Western Sect still walk in the Primordial?!】

【Wouldn't that be exactly as Si Qi said, the words of the Western Sect are like farting?!】

Thinking of this, Amitabha's heart was determined, his eyes sharpened, and he finally made a decision.

Demon Lord Jidu smiled, looked at Si Qi, then looked at Amitabha, his eyes excited, fearing that the world would not be chaotic; other Hunyuan were also unconcerned, watching the show.

As for Si Qi, although he was a bit anxious because of Li Zhangsheng, on the surface he was calm and indifferent.

No matter what decision Amitabha made, the human race... would not lose!

If you want face, then good, Amitabha's Great Luo Sarira incarnation will be extinguished!

If you want substance, then that's fine, the reputation of the Western Sect will be completely lost, worthless!

【Sigh!】

【If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place!】

【This monk shouldn't have said that sentence just now!】

At this very moment, Amitabha was full of regret and sighed repeatedly.

If it were a cultivator below Hunyuan, Amitabha could still use the method of time reversal; or seal everything just now; or... in short, there were many means!

But now, there were seventeen Hunyuan, he could make time reverse, he could seal everything just now, he could... nothing was difficult!

"Amitabha!"

"This monk... never tells lies!"

Amitabha, with palms pressed together, his heart stirred, three flowers bloomed, and one Sarira after another, golden and brilliant, shining, flowed with infinite Buddha rhyme, as if one Buddha after another was preaching, the mysteries infinite.

*Swish! *

A Sarira flew out, disappeared into the void, and turned into a young monk with red lips and white teeth, handsome and dashing!

This monk was seven or eight points similar to Amitabha, giving people the feeling that he seemed to be Amitabha when he was young, emitting the aura of the Great Luo level.

This was a Great Luo Sarira incarnation of Amitabha.

"Amitabha! I have seen the original body! I have seen all fellow Daoists!"

This young monk looked at everyone and bowed slightly.

Many other Hunyuan nodded and returned the salute.

"Thank you for your trouble!"

Amitabha, with a look of reluctance, his face full of sorrow, said gently.

"Original body! This monk... is going!"

The young monk's expression was indifferent, as if he had long understood his mission, without any hesitation, with a thought, a golden flame burned without wind, enveloping his whole body.

This is the fire of extinction, burning everything!

In the next breath, the young monk's body was burned out by the golden flame; a Sarira, in the void, rose and fell, slowly rotating... the golden flame followed, and also completely burned the Sarira.

A golden light flashed slightly, and then disappeared completely in the void.

"All appearances are illusions!"

"Better to return, better to... return!"

A wisp of light wind blew, vaguely, as if there was a Buddha, and faintly, there was a faint Zen sound flowing, giving everyone a feeling of emptiness of all laws.

But this feeling soon dissipated!

Thus, this Great Luo Sarira incarnation of Amitabha... extinguished!

The Ancient Battlefield of Myriad Races!

Somewhere, in the void, a nine-colored divine light flashed and disappeared.

A nine-colored lotus slowly emerged, swaying gently, light halo permeating, rosy clouds shooting, and between the hazy, there was a sense of mystery and holiness.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

"Fortunately I slipped away fast! Otherwise..."

A figure, staggering under his feet, appeared from the nine-colored lotus in a sorry state, and let out a long sigh of relief.

This figure was the Nine Lotus King who had escaped from the Great Heavenly Luo Tree!

"What is going on with that Li Zhangsheng?! How could he be so terrifying?!"

"Is this still Taiyi?! Are you sure it's not Great Luo?!"

The Nine Lotus King finally calmed the waves in his heart, but when he thought of the scene just now, he was still somewhat terrified, his pupils shrinking, as if he had seen a ghost.

No!

Even a ghost could not make him so terrified!

He had never seen such a terrifying human!

"Wait! Something is wrong!"