Chapter 382: No More Mount Wuliang

Li Hao quickly took out a medicinal pill and handed it to Old Feng's mouth.

As a golden pill entered his throat, Li Hao could clearly see golden veins appearing in Old Feng's body, like swallowing a brilliant extreme golden light, reflecting down into his body along his throat, and then reflecting the meridians in his chest cavity clearly, like a divine tree with branches.

With the reflection of the golden light, dark black blood water suddenly seeped out from his wounds, but looking closely, these dark black blood waters were actually countless tiny insects, twisting in the blood water like maggots, being squeezed out of the body.

With a large number of black insects squeezed out of the wounds, the blood at the wounds of Old Feng's whole body also gradually became clean, returning to the original bright red color.

And those wounds, under the powerful self-healing ability of his flesh, began to heal slowly.

Besides the whip marks and scratch marks on his whole body, his destroyed senses were also gradually recovering.

Li Hao's face was gloomy. Power vibrated, wiping out the insects in the blood water, only keeping a small amount of insects, and collecting them into the heaven and earth space.

"What kind of Gu insect is this? These means are too vicious!"

Xi Yan shrank back to Li Hao's wrist, saying with lingering fear.

"These bald donkeys have quite a lot of means," Jiang Lichen narrowed his eyes, but was not too surprised, because besides martial arts and sword arts, there were very few things that could make him surprised and shocked, because he didn't care or concern himself with them.

Li Hao did not speak, just clenched his fists slightly.

"You actually used up the chance to reverse fate just like that; you are quite willing."

Jiang Lichen looked at Li Hao, narrowing his eyes slightly.

He had seen many people, but this was the first time he had seen someone like Li Hao, who was willing to give away the opportunity of reversing fate to someone with whom he had no family ties.

And it was active, without being coerced in any way.

This is equivalent to the existence of a life!

What kind of friendship could make one pay such a price for it? He couldn't imagine.

Not to mention that the object was a thief despised by the world.

"If it were him, he would treat me the same way."

Li Hao said softly: "Besides, I don't need it now. Even if it were ten times, what does it matter?"

With his current strength, the only things that could make him fall into a desperate situation were Hearing Dao Realm existences, or even half-saints.

And for powerhouses at this level, the power of reversing fate no longer has much significance and can be blocked.

The so-called reversing heaven and changing fate is just a delusion of mortals.

Before the Great Dao, before the saints, it will all be shattered and not worth mentioning.

Moreover, if there is really a special situation in the future that needs to be used, Li Hao still has 100,000 merits in the Merit Treasury, which can be exchanged for ten opportunities of reversing fate.

Previously, he exchanged one under Prisoner Heaven Island and used it, but it was blocked by the Dao power on the abyss, causing it to be wasted in vain.

"Heh."

Jiang Lichen did not deny Li Hao's words. With Li Hao's current strength, the effect of the power of reversing fate is indeed not that absolute, but it is ultimately an extremely precious thing.

If fighting for one's life with someone of equal strength, when both sides are dying, the other party has no ability to cover up the secrets of heaven. At this time, one can use the power of reversing fate to escape.

Although Xi Yan felt sorry for Li Hao giving up an opportunity of reversing fate, the matter had reached this point, and she could only accept it, just using her small red whiskers to rub Li Hao's wrist constantly, seemingly comforting him.

While the few were talking, Feng Feng Bo Ping's body gradually healed, and his eye sockets, mouth, and nose were all reborn.

But the Feng Feng Bo Ping whose flesh had recovered had somewhat blank eyes, and even slow movements. He looked at the surroundings blankly, and then looked at Li Hao woodenly, with a look that was both familiar and blank in his eyes.

"Old Feng."

Li Hao immediately held his palm, full of shame in his heart: "I came back late, letting you suffer such bitterness."

Feng Feng Bo Ping said blankly: "Lit, Little Hao... zi."

"It's me."

"Lit, Little Hao... zi."

Feng Feng Bo Ping was repeating it blankly in his mouth.

Li Hao was startled, his expression changed instantly, realizing something was wrong.

He looked at Old Feng's eyes and found that it was not surprise or doubt, but a slow blankness.

"Old Feng?"

Li Hao's whole body tensed up. He hurriedly investigated Old Feng's body, but found no wounds or abnormalities.

"Little Hao... zi."

Old Feng murmured, still repeating it blankly, his eyes wooden and blank.

Li Hao felt his heart go cold, and the blood in his whole body seemed to become angry and burning again. Undoubtedly, Old Feng's state must be the ghost of that Buddha Lord. It actually couldn't even be repaired by the power of reversing fate!

"Hmm?"

Jiang Lichen also noticed Feng Feng Bo Ping's situation and said in surprise: "Was he like this originally?"

"No."

"I guess not either. This feeling is more like a missing soul," Jiang Lichen said.

Li Hao was shocked in his heart and looked at him instantly: "Missing soul?"

"That's right. There are three souls and seven spirits within the divine soul. If souls are missing, this situation will occur, like a demented child. In folk terms, it's losing one's soul," Jiang Lichen said.

Li Hao felt a shock in his heart, and the killing intent that had subsided in his heart spread out again.

"Hmm, I probably know. He was caught by that Demon Luo. Before you forced that old bald donkey to merge Buddha and Demon, that Demon Luo was his secret. This old brother must have known this secret. That old bald donkey used him as bait to attract you here, very likely deliberately letting you rescue him, thereby ruining your reputation and damaging your incense foundation."

"But he didn't want to expose his own secret, so he could only destroy him—missing soul, flesh not healing. Tsk, good means."

Jiang Lichen sighed with emotion.

Although he was crazy, he was not stupid. After all, he had participated in that battle for the throne, and soon he laid out the context of the matter.

Hearing his words, Li Hao also knew it was not far from the truth. He looked at this prince and said:

"Senior, how can a missing soul be restored?"

"The first way is to let the existing soul split again over a long period of time, filling the vacancy again—that is to say, it can recover naturally over a long period of time."

"Souls are like flowers, grass, and trees; they can all regenerate, but the time required is extremely long."

"The second way is to find the missing soul. That missing soul might be sealed somewhere in Mount Wuliang, or it might have been wiped out and escaped into the Mo River," Jiang Lichen said.

Hearing this, Li Hao's gaze swept toward this Lingshan, the coldness in his eyes sharp.

"Old Feng, you rest first. I will surely find your missing soul!"

Li Hao took a deep breath and said solemnly to Old Feng.

And Old Feng looked at him blankly, seemingly with something struggling in his eyes, saying: "Run... quickly..."

Seeing him like this, Li Hao felt his heart sour and ache. Even with a missing soul, unable to see, the old man recognized him now just by one touch.

"Old Feng, you are safe now."

Li Hao restrained the sourness in his heart and said softly, as if coaxing a child to sleep.

Hearing Li Hao's words, Old Feng's lips moved slightly, seemingly listening, and the struggle in his eyes slowly disappeared, revealing a smile, but because of the missing soul, he couldn't control his expression, laughing somewhat foolishly.

"Good, good..." he seemed to be responding.

Li Hao couldn't bear to look again, letting the Candle Zhu Huoshen take good care of Old Feng. He looked at this Lingshan, his divine sense covering rapidly, spreading and shrouding, searching from top to bottom.

At the same time, outside the Lingshan, many Mount Wuliang disciples, Arhats, and guardians rushed over.

Seeing the broken and cracked Lingshan, their hearts were shocked, and the destruction of the Buddha Lord's Dharma image made them even more unbelievable, both shocked and angry.

Although they knew that the person who invaded Mount Wuliang was extremely strong, the faith carved into their bones overcame their fear at this moment.

"Who are you, daring to invade my Mount Wuliang!"

"This is within the territory of Emperor Da Yu. Do you want to be wanted by Emperor Da Yu?!"

Angry shouts came one after another.

Li Hao, who was searching the Lingshan, instantly turned the previously restrained killing intent into a sharp might. He raised his head and swept over, the killing intent in his eyes sweeping out like tangible sharp blades.

With a *bang*, those who shouted angrily—the Arhats among them were Three Imperishable Realms—but under Li Hao's intimidation with one glance, they felt their blood and qi surging, their chests like being hammered, and they spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

That flesh that was immune to swords and spears could not resist.

"Get lost!"

The words full of killing intent were squeezed out of Li Hao's mouth. Several bursts of sound rang out one after another, and the leading few Three Imperishable Realm Arhats had their bodies suddenly torn apart and died on the spot.

Others who still wanted to curse in anger trembled, and the hot blood that had originally rushed to their brains was extinguished instantly, their eyes filled with fear.

Li Hao's divine sense searched the Lingshan but did not find the trace of Old Feng's soul, nor did he find any suspicious places. However, he saw a cave at the back of the mountain, where Old Feng's aura was present, and inside, the magma fire pool, chains, and other torture instruments all had Old Feng's aura remaining.

Li Hao's face was ugly. Undoubtedly, this was the place where Old Feng was tortured previously.

"You all retreat."

Li Hao said in a low voice to the Candle Zhu Huoshen and Jiang Lichen.

The two were surprised, but seeing Li Hao's aura fluctuating violently, they realized something and flew away rapidly.

*Bang!! *

Just as they retreated, Li Hao suddenly condensed a dazzling sword qi and fiercely slashed out.

The entire Lingshan, from the top to the mountain body, was slashed open by this sword!

Such a sight made the many Mount Wuliang disciples who rushed to scold him all shocked and unbelievable.

It was as if the Lingshan that stood in their hearts was destroyed, just like their faith being torn apart!

*Bang bang bang! *

Li Hao's sword qi dispersed, rolling into the magma pool, slaying all the demons inside.

Looking at this broken Lingshan split into two, the spirit-gathering array on it was also torn, no longer a holy land for cultivation.

"Now, those who withdraw from Mount Wuliang can take off their monk robes and leave the mountain!"

Li Hao turned around, looking at the many Buddhist disciples in front of him, his cold voice spreading throughout the entire Brahma Pure World:

"The Buddha Lord is dead. From now on, there is no more Mount Wuliang!"

"I will give you ten breaths of time!"

"Those who remain, die!"

As Li Hao's voice spread, all the disciples in the Mount Wuliang territory, all the peaks, and the disciples who were meditating or sleeping in the Buddhist halls were all alarmed, their hearts terrified.

"The Buddha Lord is dead?"

"How is it possible? The great battle just now, could it be..."

On the mountain peaks far away from the Lingshan, some Mount Wuliang disciples felt the great battle, but their cultivation was too low and their perception was limited, so they didn't know that the Buddha Lord had actually died.

At this moment, hearing Li Hao's voice, they were all shocked and terrified.

Li Hao did not speak, just above his head, a sword tide gradually condensed.

His gaze was cold, standing on the Lingshan split by a sword, like a young fighting god, looking down at the many Buddhist disciples in front of him.

That vast and majestic sword tide condensed like a sea vortex, carrying terrifying aura, lightning and thunder, making all the Buddhist disciples feel their hearts tremble with fear.

It was as if the end of the world had come.

"How could it be like this..."

"My Mount Wuliang has stood for over a thousand years, yet it has such a calamity..."

"The Emperor Da Yu Divine Dynasty is indeed going to decline. My Buddha is compassionate. Where is the heaven..."

Many old monks stepped out of the Buddhist halls, looking at the sword tide hovering in the distant sky, their eyes filled with shock and sorrow.

"Quick, quick, take off the monk robes."

Many noble children who had just joined Mount Wuliang quickly took off their monk robes and ran down the mountain hurriedly.

Some old monks believed deeply in the Buddhist path. During this calamity, they sat in the square instead, putting their hands together and chanting Buddhist scriptures, seemingly wanting to resist this demonic calamity.

Led by some old monks, more and more Buddhist disciples sat in the square, and the Buddhist scriptures humming like Sanskrit sounds came out from the tops of various peaks, seemingly the last light of the human race in the end of the world.

The circling sword qi scale became even larger, spreading from the top of the Lingshan to the tops of more than a dozen peaks.

Between heaven and earth was a cold and murderous chill.

The many Buddhist disciples who rushed to the front of the Lingshan, terrified, stood in the distance, putting their hands together, revealing expressions of being ready to die.

Others fled in panic, tearing off their monk robes and turning to run.

The great calamity is coming, with all kinds of faces.

"Master... is dead."

On a mountain peak, Li Ganfeng stepped out of the Buddhist hall, looking at the sword tide hovering in the distant sky, stunned.

That master who sat high on the lotus throne—actually... died?

He found it somewhat hard to understand and unbelievable, but he knew this was true; otherwise, how could his master allow someone to desecrate the Lingshan?

"Young Master, let's go quickly. The Buddha Lord is dead. We must leave quickly."

Another old monk chased out and said hurriedly.

Although he was also in the appearance of a monk, he was actually a person of the Li Clan, who came here to accompany Li Ganfeng in cultivation and take care of Li Ganfeng.

"Who did it?" Li Ganfeng looked into the distance as much as he could, wanting to see the figure under the sword tide clearly.

"It must be some demon, it might even be that Demon Luo, the Buddha Lord's old rival."

While the old monk was speaking, he hurriedly helped Li Ganfeng take off the white cassock on his body, and at the same time threw some ordinary, rough clothes to Li Ganfeng, saying:

"Young Master, put them on quickly. We will mix into the appearance of outer disciples and go down the mountain. That person killed the Buddha Lord and will surely not let you go. You are the Buddha Lord's personal disciple."

Li Ganfeng's expression changed, and he immediately reacted, quickly taking the clothes and putting them on.

"Go!"

He took one last deep look at the Lingshan and then went down the mountain rapidly.

At the same time, Li Hao's ten-breath countdown was nearing its end.

"Die!"

Li Hao looked at these Arhats and guardians who were chanting scriptures to him, trying to transcend him with the truth of Buddhist scriptures, his eyes cold and emotionless.

The sword tide hovering above his head suddenly washed down. In an instant, these Three Imperishable Realm golden-bodied Arhats were all torn into blood rain.

This blood rain splashed on the Lingshan, dyeing the broken Lingshan split into two red.

And in the distance covered by the sword tide, strands of sword qi shuttled and killed out, tearing the Buddhist halls on the outer peaks and hacking the Buddha statues to pieces.

Those who were chanting Buddhist scriptures in the square, listening to the sound of the Buddhist halls being hacked open, feeling the shaking of the ground, some finally couldn't suppress the fear in their hearts, tore off their monk robes, and fled in a hurry.

And there were still a vast majority who remained, continuing to chant Buddhist scriptures there, the humming sound like Sanskrit, coming out from the tops of various peaks.

In this heaven-collapsing and earth-shattering scene, under the dim and endless sword tide, these Sanskrit sounds seemed to be the last light of the human race in the end of the world.

*Bang bang bang! *

Countless sword qi pierced through and tore the square apart. The sword qi leveled one mountain top after another, destroying the Buddhist halls, Buddha statues, incense burners, and bronze tripods.

Those sword qi shuttled past the Buddhist disciples who were putting their hands together and chanting Buddhist scriptures, but did not kill them, just destroyed the buildings and ground around them.

Many of those chanting Buddhist scriptures opened their eyes, their eyes slightly startled.

Those vast sword qi ravaged once, but did not behead all the scripture chanters. After leveling the mountain tops, they flew back to the sky and gradually dissipated. ===== CHAPTER 383 =====