Chapter 386

"Amitabha!"

"Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"That Li Changsheng does not know what means he used to actually make Patriarch Damo submit! Now, converting Li Changsheng to become our Buddhist Dharma-protecting Vajra can be considered a fitting retribution!"

"Good! Good! It should be exactly so!"

Mount Wutai Master Guang Ren pressed his palms together, a faint smile appearing on his face.

Just a short time ago, Li Changsheng stepped on Shaolin, making Patriarch Damo submit, causing the Buddhist name to be ruined, and along with it, the days of their Buddhist sects became difficult, and they did not know how much mockery they had received.

Now, Patriarch Shen Bei had descended to the lower world to convert Li Changsheng... They were both surprised and happy, very much wanting to see the scene of Li Changsheng being converted; they thought... it would surely be very interesting.

Hum!

Just at this moment, in the void, a swastika manifested, Buddhist light circulated, as if a golden gate was about to open, and a figure slowly emerged.

This figure was none other than a Human Immortal clone of Patriarch Shen Bei from the Upper World.

"Amitabha! Patriarch Shen Bei has descended; everyone, follow this poor monk to pay respects!"

South Shaolin Master Fa Zhao, seeing the figure in the Buddhist light, said immediately.

After all, Patriarch Shen Bei was the Patriarch of Shaolin and his elder, so it was only right for Fa Zhao to act as the host.

"Amitabha! How could we dare not obey?!"

"..."

White Horse Temple's Zhu Falan, Quiet Meditation Monastery's Liaokong, Compassionate Sailing Quiet Studio's Jing Yi, and Mount Wutai's Guang Ren all pressed their palms together and said with extreme respect.

"Disciples Fa Zhao (Zhu Falan, Liaokong, Jing Yi, Guang Ren) pay respects to Patriarch (Venerable) Shen Bei!"

The five moved in unison, stepped forward, and bowed slowly.

South Shaolin Master Fa Zhao called him Patriarch, appearing more intimate.

While Zhu Falan, Liaokong, Jing Yi, and Guang Ren called him Venerable, appearing more respectful.

"Amitabha! No need for such formalities!"

Patriarch Shen Bei's Human Immortal clone raised his hand in the void, and a streak of Buddhist light fell, making them unable to bow further.

"Where is that Li Changsheng?! Quickly take me there to convert him!"

Immediately after, Patriarch Shen Bei's Human Immortal clone looked up at the firmament, frowned slightly, and without hesitation, asked directly.

Between the Black Mountain and White Water.

Boom!

In an instant, a terrifying demonic aura rushed straight into the universe, scattering the Haoran Righteous Qi in the void, as if forming a space belonging to the Demon Clan.

A wild wind arose out of thin air, sand filled the sky, blocking the sun and destroying everything.

And in this sandstorm, black and white divine light swirled, manifesting a giant python, thicker than a large barrel.

The sandstorm dissipated, the demonic light flashed, and an evil-looking man wearing black and white robes, with eyes like peach blossoms and a delicate body, walked out slowly.

This figure was none other than a Demon Immortal clone of the Wind Python Demon King, who had come to the lower world on the orders of the Supreme Heavenly Demon.

Humans call them Human Immortals, Demon Clan calls them Demon Immortals!

"What is this aura?! It's too uncomfortable..."

The Wind Python Demon King's Demon Immortal clone, sensing the Haoran Righteous Qi outside the demonic aura, could not help but show an ugly expression, filled with disgust.

"Pay respects to the Wind Python Demon King!"

The eight Demon Clan ancestors and eight Demon Clan leaders bowed in unison.

"Report to Demon King! This is the Haoran Righteous Qi that the thief Li Changsheng used to destroy our Demon Clan!"

"Demon King, you must avenge our Demon Clan!"

"Indeed! Demon King! Now not only is Qingdu destroyed, but even our Demon Clan's dragon vein has been suppressed by that Li Changsheng..."

"..."

The sixteen demons spat out their grievances to the Wind Python Demon King, shouting for battle and killing, extremely angry, as if ten thousand ancient volcanoes were about to erupt.

The Wind Python Demon King's expression was calm; after all, he was an Upper World Demon King and did not feel the same way about the lower world Demon Clan.

He was just about to say something, but suddenly, the Wind Python Demon King's expression changed drastically, his expression grave, staring fixedly at one of the demons, his gaze icy, his aura murderous, and he spoke slowly. ===== CHAPTER 388 =====