Chapter 599: Two Evils Kill Each Other

"One arrow."

Li Xuanfeng stood emptily in the air, the white armor on his body ghastly, the patterns on his face bright. His long eyebrows were relaxed, and his face, where white Gang flowed, looked as if it had been carved by a knife and axe. His two eyes stared quietly.

The fluttering petals fell from the sky behind him; it was the omen of a Mage's fall. Li Xuanfeng's arrow turned the sky white, and that Mage didn't even have a chance to reincarnate, dying violently in the air.

The crowd watched in a daze. Both sides of the river were silent, save for the roaring sound of water hitting the shore, which was faintly discernible. The river water thumped, and countless gazes fell on that spot.

"Died with one arrow."

Many Embryonic Breath and Qi Refining cultivators didn't understand, only seeing one of the Mages fall. The south side immediately cheered and jumped for joy, while the north was either silent or gnashing their teeth, cursing the demon, their voices mostly very low.

A group of Foundation Establishment cultivators fell silent.

They were all prominent figures on both sides of the river, and after this great battle, their horizons had mostly broadened. It was not as if there were no examples of killing a Foundation Establishment cultivator in one strike.

Several prominent figures in the north-south struggle: Tuoba Zhongyuan, Tang Shedu, Lin Ling Gu Rao, and even several from the Lord Murong family—ordinary early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn't last a round in their hands... Li Xuanfeng himself had become famous by killing Lord Murong Wu in half a quarter of an hour.

Although the twelve Mages had varying strengths and were not all equal, killing a Mage with one arrow, and an orthodox cultivator of the 【Kongwu Dao】 at that...

The most troublesome part of the Mage path was the method of reincarnation. Unless they were beaten to the point of soul and form being destroyed in an instant, various back-up plans would inevitably allow them to be reborn from the bodies of believers. Killing one with one arrow to the point of soul and form being destroyed had already reached an unbelievable level. The crowd even had the same thought simultaneously:

"Could it be that the incantation activated a special Purple Mansion talisman, attached to the arrow?"

"Is this person Li Xuanfeng? Or has he released some demon?"

The Mage holding the tower was shot to the point of soul and form being destroyed with one arrow. This was not just a matter of killing one person. The 【Hui-Xu Demon-Subduing Great Formation】 collapsed with a boom, and the 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】 had no chance to condense again. All eleven changed color, looking at the sky full of flower rain in shock and pain.

"Xu Mo has returned to the Buddhist land..."

Shock and suspicion arose simultaneously. The remaining eleven Mages also had doubts. The entire north and south of the river seemed to be suppressed by something for a moment, and no one made a move, save for the white-armored man whose bowstring moved.

"Hum!"

The white bow instantly turned into a full moon. The eleven people felt as if they were being pricked by sharp blades, breaking out in a cold sweat in unison. Their hands moved, but not one of them had time to pinch a spell before a fragrance attacked them.

The sky turned bright again.

"Too fast!"

That Mage who had been holding the ring had his magic tool exploded by Li Xuanfeng, and his face was pale. Suddenly, he froze, and another patch of flower rain fell from the sky, mixed with sweet dew like jade beads of various sizes, the sky full of auspicious light. Everyone felt cold in their hearts.

"Another arrow!"

Of the eleven Mages in the air, only ten remained. These ten people thought of nothing else in their heads, save for one word:

"Run!"

Faster than them was the group of cultivators on the north side. As soon as that bowstring sounded, the demonic clouds on the north side were like residual snow illuminated by the sun. Countless escape lights shot up, dense and filling the sky, all fleeing toward the north.

"Shoo..."

The entire northern bank's cultivators retreated together. Various magic tools shot into the sky, scrambling to flee toward the north. The Foundation Establishment cultivators in the sky vanished without a trace in one breath, but the Embryonic Breath, Qi Refining cultivators, and monks on the ground were in complete chaos, rising or falling, crashing into each other crookedly.

The northern forces were already mixed, and this retreat was truly like a dam collapsing, leaking a thousand miles. Some greedy people took advantage of the chaos to attack each other, flashing with blood light in the sky, still mixed with shouts:

"Run quickly!!"

"Go to Bianyan Mountain... the Bianyan Mountain formation is broken..."

The northern bank, long shrouded in demonic smoke, finally recovered its cleanliness, leaving only blood and gore on the ground. Even the bodies of the dead were used to the fullest extent, leaving nothing but red and black colors on the ground.

The northern cultivators retreated, but the ten Mages in the air did not move their positions, all staring with stiff expressions. Not only the remaining ten, but the various Mages who had come later were also frozen in place, unable to move.

Si Yuanli's joy solidified on his face. He looked toward the horizon, where a layer of color was emerging bit by bit, brilliant and glorious, hanging on the distant horizon like an eye, staring coldly.

"That Jinlian Mohe... is watching with his own eyes!"

Si Yuanli had a deep family lineage and recognized it at a glance. He suddenly lowered his head, his heart slightly panicked, and immediately understood why the Mages didn't run:

"It's not that they can't, but they dare not..."

The Seven Aspects Buddhist Dao; being one level higher could crush people to death. The Mages' bodies and even their fates were in the hands of this Jinlian Mohe, and they had nothing to do with themselves. How could they escape?

A suffocating pressure echoed for a moment. The crowd on the south bank also gradually sensed something was wrong. Seeing the colorful light in the sky echoing with the ground, it was summoned in the Great Void, actually revealing a hint of color.

This color broke through the air, transforming into a purple-black color, rapidly expanding in the air, revealing a purple bowl, rimmed with two black bands, with no incantations, the bowl's mouth shockingly pitch-black.

"The main body of the 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】!"

This Buddhist tool was manifesting its form bit by bit. The Mage with the oldest face put his hands together and whispered:

"This demon is so fierce that he actually sent it back to the little junior brother... Everyone, the secular world is empty. We will use our bodies to subdue the demon. The time to return to the Buddhist land has come!"

His expression was normal, and his words were fluent. It was clear that he had achieved cultivation, but among the remaining nine, six lowered their brows, vaguely revealing looks of fear and panic.

But no matter how panicked or afraid they were, even if they would be shot into ashes in the next second, the cultivators had no hesitation, forming seals together and simultaneously abandoning the idea of fleeing.

This Jinlian Mohe did not make a move, only watching, and the Mages lost the power to flee. Even the Mages on both sides who were not of the same tradition lost their freedom for a moment, standing in place in a daze.

These ten people did not dodge or avoid. The Su Xikong true form operated, colorful light surged on their Dharma bodies, and various magic tools were activated, forcing their way toward the man in white armor in the air.

"Junior brother! Since there is no chance to escape... this opportunity must at least fall into our own hands!"

Several whispers emerged in the ears of the leading Mage. His bright face sank slightly, and he naturally understood what his junior brother meant.

Li Xuanfeng had driven away the northern troops, and the karma he carried was becoming more and more terrifying. And every time he killed one of the twelve, the karma became more entangled.

Even if only one or two of the ten survived in the end, as long as they could kill Li Xuanfeng, infinite feedback would come immediately. Instead, the number of people sharing it would be less... perhaps they could immediately achieve the position of compassion, with a boundless future!

The ten people understood that they could not retreat, and they rose to fight to the death, driving forward together, biting the bullet and closing the distance rapidly.

The cultivators naturally knew that Li Xuanfeng was not weak in close combat, but no matter how not weak he was, how could he compare to the bow in his hand?

Now fighting from afar with spells, the only outcome was to be shot to death one by one. Gritting their teeth against the pressure, they moved forward, shouting coldly:

"Demon, accept your execution!"

"Hum..."

Li Xuanfeng's gaze only swept across the horizon. Although he hadn't read as many ancient books as Si Yuanli, he had seen Jinlian Mohe with his own eyes. The white bow in his hand was drawn to a full moon again.

"Puff!"

The 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】 had not yet fully manifested. Flower rain surged in the air. The remaining nine Mages didn't even look back, having already rushed to his front. Their faces, shifting between male and female, were clearly visible. Gold powder scattered on their faces, their teeth were bright gold, and they glared with rage.

This face coming toward him had a fierce gaze, the eyeballs slightly protruding, the brow bone extremely obvious, the muscles bulging. It was truly a look of a Vajra glaring.

Li Xuanfeng's gaze was cold and hard, his iron-like sight piercing through, sensing the arrogance and terror hidden beneath this face. His voice was slightly hoarse:

"Fierce in appearance but weak in reality!"

He only reached out and stretched his five fingers, and immediately, ghastly white Qi gathered in his palm. With a punch in the air toward the golden face meeting him, three types of ghastly white Qi of varying depths transformed into various tiger and leopard shapes following his movement, smashing directly into the face.

"Boom!"

The head of this Mage in front of him exploded with a bang, flying with countless colors. In mid-air, it was dissipated by the golden Qi and could not re-condense. This headless body had no choice but to retreat in a sorry state. The man's gaze was like gold and iron, and his other hand waved violently.

"Clang!"

One of his hands was clamped onto the neck of the mage beside him. This monk, covered in gold powder, hurriedly pulled at his arm with all six hands, like a wretched octopus. Li Xuanfeng's voice was cold and stern:

"Always putting on a fierce look to intimidate the common people..."

Following his words, his large hand suddenly closed. The monk's neck shattered with a bang, and three types of deep white Metal Qi shot into the sky, kicking the head far away like a ball.

"Evildoer!"

The spells of the crowd of Shramanas arrived, however. Countless golden chains drifted down from the sky, interlocking ring by ring, locking around him and striking bright sparks against his ghastly white armor.

"Clang..."

The 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】 in the air manifested, hanging in the air like a giant mountain. The many Mages rushed from afar, the magic wind in the air dissipated, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Only Li Xuanfeng, blessed by the Huai River Map, still stood in the air.

This Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl was completely different from its previous appearance. It had already transformed into the size of a mountain, not used to block his arrows, but to prevent him from escaping.

"Clang!"

Beneath the 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】, gold flowed in layers. Spears, halberds, axes, and clubs merged in one place in the air, piercing Li Xuanfeng's chest with a clang. He stood motionless, slowly raising his head, his gaze striking a piece of Gang Qi.

These four each had eyes blinking on their chests, the patterns extremely complex, wearing silk ribbons around their waists, their attire extremely luxurious, gold lacquer shimmering. Li Xuanfeng held these weapons with one hand, and his other hand waved the white bow, setting off brilliance like countless sword lights.

"Clang!"

This brilliance struck the magic treasure, emitting bursts of intense sounds of metal clashing. The complexions of several Shramana cultivators changed in unison, but they saw that this person was covered in ghastly white Qi and had actually freed a hand to grab the arm of one of the mages.

"Acting as a great beam and pillar, burning wood and adding oil, plundering gold gauze and wearing gold bodies..."

He pulled the muscular arm of the Mage he was holding, crushing it into powder, stepped over with a cold gaze, and took the opportunity to hook the bowstring. Three white rays condensed on the string, making a sound with a bang.

The three Mages casting spells in the distance vomited golden blood, their heads, chests, and abdomens exploding together. Li Xuanfeng broke free from the golden shackles on his body, both hands resisting the large hands of the two Mages rushing toward his face.

"How dare you be presumptuous!"

Several more Mages flew in from both sides, all with stiff and bitter expressions. Their mouths were not under their own control, righteous and awe-inspiring, shouting in low voices:

"Evildoer! You have killed countless people and are a running dog of the demon sect. We are returning to the Dharma Realm, but we will still subdue you, evildoer!"

Li Xuanfeng steadily pressed down on the two people's Dharma bodies, listening to the sound of breaking coming bit by bit. What surfaced before his eyes, however, was the broken walls and ruined remains of the Zhenhui Temple on Bianyan Mountain. His voice was cold and stern:

"The Pure World is not pure, the Empty Void is not empty, Eyed Lianmin is not compassionate... Tenanted by the Thousand-Mile Temple, talking about evildoers; Hundred-foot Golden Body, boasting about the customs of the red dust..."

His words echoed in the sky like thunder, causing the north and south to look over. Many Mages and monks lowered their brows. The 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】 in the sky seemed to be enraged, making a deafening sound.

"Clang!"

This sound echoed beneath his feet, passing to the north and south, and into the deep demonic smoke. Si Yuanli was also shaken by the Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl and had to drive the wind to land by the river. The situation had once again exceeded his judgment. He raised his head to look, his expression somewhat heavy.

"Jinlian Mohe should not be able to make a direct move. This magic tool can only be considered summoned by the Mages, so it can only exert pressure..."

"Clang!"

The Mages in the distance raised their heads one after another, looking at this thing in the air as if they had seen a ghost. They looked at each other and turned to flee in the opposite direction without agreement.

"Something big has happened! If we fly in that direction again, we will definitely become someone's blade!"

"Hahahaha!"

Beneath the 【Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl】 was a patch of white light. Li Xuanfeng's white armor was damaged, the patterns on his face somewhat broken, but it looked more real. Finally, he didn't look like some Immortal General, but Li Xuanfeng himself.

The white bow in his hand was suppressed by the Kongxi Demon-Subduing Bowl in the sky, its light slightly dim.

The Mages before him were either missing arms or heads, tattered and incomplete. Eight remained, their colors flickering on and off, standing quietly before him like a patch of broken statues after a temple had collapsed, adding a few points of terror.

The crowd of Mages rested slightly, looking at each other, their voices growing lower:

"He is not always that powerful!"

Saying so, the crowd of Mages froze together, looking at the man stepping on a section of Dharma body beneath his feet. Of the nine Mages of the Kongwu Dao, and the six Mages who joined later, only eight remained now...

The twelve Mages of the Kongwu Dao had varying strengths, which was not obvious when forming the great formation. Now, after a great battle, only the five with the highest strength remained.

"Good demon... good demonic power..."

Half a golden spear was still stuck in the demon's chest, flashing between the white armor. The spear tail trembled lightly with his breathing, and those sharp brows and eyes looked over, exhaling slightly.

Li Xuanfeng stepped on the broken Dharma body beneath his feet, his head hanging in mid-air. Li Xuanfeng raised his brows to look, meeting the increasingly hot and greedy gazes of the eight Mages:

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him and you will be in the position of compassion!"

Li Xuanfeng stared quietly, crushed the half-section of Dharma body fleeing on the ground, picked up the two heads with compassionate faces, and held them high. Seeing the terror in the pupils of these heads, laughter came from his throat:

"I am also not a good person, but it is just right for two evils to kill each other... leaving a patch of cleanliness!" ===== CHAPTER 600 =====