Chapter 908

Just as the attacks of the two sides were about to clash.

Suddenly, Cangqu gave a bewitching smile and said,

"Ha ha! Buddha is demon, demon is Buddha—did your Buddha not teach you that?"

The Four Great Holy Monks, including Wisdom, could not help but be stunned, not understanding why Cangqu would say such a thing at this critical moment of their impending clash.

The next instant, the golden, resplendent giant palm formed by the convergence of Buddhist light in the sky, for some unknown reason, suddenly sprouted a speck of black from the center of its palm.

At first, that speck of black was almost invisible to the naked eye.

But in the blink of an eye, the black rapidly spread, and before long it dyed the entire underside of the giant palm completely black.

"Th-this-this… what kind of demonic art is this?"

The three of them—Emperor's Mind—were once again utterly shocked; they had never imagined that the move Wisdom had sacrificed everything to unleash would suddenly turn into this.

That black color—the three of them saw it clearly—was the power of the demonic Dao!

Yet clearly it was Wisdom who had sacrificed everything, burning his own lifespan, essence, qi, and spirit, to offer up this move, the Earth Buddha Kingdom.

How could it, in the blink of an eye, be eroded by the black power of the demonic Dao?

They couldn't figure it out, truly couldn't figure it out!

Wisdom's face was also hideously ugly; he still did not know where the problem lay.

Suddenly, he saw Cangqu in the sky smile at Wisdom, and those eyes seemed to have grown two pupils.

With just one glance, Wisdom fell into deep thought.

Not long after, Wisdom, who had originally been solemn and majestic like an earthly Buddha, suddenly changed his expression drastically, clutched his bald head, and kept saying,

"Don't, don't come over, I didn't do it on purpose…

I beg you, spare me!

I truly did not mean to kill you."

As he spoke, Wisdom actually tumbled down onto the ground, wailing and suffering without cease.

"Senior Brother Wisdom!"

Emperor's Mind was greatly alarmed; only now did he understand that this demon of unknown origin had, by some unknown means, breached Wisdom's mental defenses.

Once the mental defense was broken, Wisdom was plunged into confession.

Once the thought of confession arose, practitioners of the demonic Dao were already adept at manipulating the human heart, and naturally could keep crushing Wisdom's mind and spirit.

Once the mind and spirit collapsed, no matter how powerful the Earth Buddha Kingdom was, what use was it?

"Two senior brothers, we cannot let Senior Brother Wisdom face the battle alone any longer—delay will breed change!"

Daoxin also saw the problem and immediately proposed.

"Well said, well said. The Buddha says: If I do not enter hell, who will enter hell.

Senior Brother Wisdom today, sacrificing himself for righteousness, is precisely a model for our generation—how could we lag behind him?"

Jiaxiang immediately responded.

With this, once the three great holy monks had settled their plan, they immediately prepared to burn everything, just as Wisdom had, and sacrifice themselves to slay the demon.

The reason Cangqu had been able to overcome Wisdom earlier was, in truth, by employing a clever trick within demonic arts.

He merely used the demonic seed's ability to confuse the mind and spirit, deliberately creating the dramatic change in the giant palm of Buddhist light.

Drawing out Wisdom's confusion, he seized that sliver of an opening and, with his full mind and spirit, directly breached Wisdom's mental defense.

Then he dragged Wisdom's divine sense into the strange power of his own demonic seed, repeatedly ravaging it.

Finally, Wisdom's mind and spirit were thrown into utter chaos, falling into that frenzied state.

All of this was, in truth, merely a clever trick.

In a direct clash of strength, Cangqu could also defeat Wisdom's Earth Buddha Kingdom, but it would not have been this effortless.

But now Wisdom had been temporarily taken down, and Emperor's Mind, Jiaxiang, and Daoxin were once again throwing caution to the wind.

The strength of the three was in no way inferior to Wisdom's.

If they too burned everything, as Wisdom had, could Cangqu truly stand against them?

"These old bald donkeys—when they can't win, they start fighting for their lives.

Are you monks at all?! Or are you outlaws?"

Cangqu inwardly ranted without end; his demonic seed spun round and round, as he prepared to brew a response to the three holy monks' frenzied strike.

Just as Cangqu focused his spirit to meet the battle, and the three great holy monks ceaselessly chanted Buddhist scriptures on their lips, the final great battle was about to begin.

Suddenly, a stir of a fetus, and within this golden, resplendent Earth Buddha Kingdom, there came a faint, almost imperceptible sound of a woman's moan.

As if, between heaven and earth, an embryo was brewing into being.

At first Cangqu paid it no heed, for the three great holy monks' desperate move demanded his full concentration even from him.

But after that fetal stir had occurred three times in succession, an indescribable feeling suddenly hovered in Cangqu's heart.

The next moment, the demonic seed, which had been spinning round and round in unison with Cangqu's mind and spirit, suddenly came to a halt.

"What is this?"

Only now did Cangqu realize that this strange fetal stir was not normal!

After all, between heaven and earth, where could there be an embryo, let alone a fetal stir.

And this strange fetal stir could actually cause his own demonic seed to pause—how could that be?

Just as he was puzzling over it, from atop the pavilion, a woman's moan suddenly rang out.

That moan carried both pleasure and a touch of heart-rending agony, and within it was boundless delight.

It was as if a woman in labor were on the verge of giving birth.

"Ah…"

Cangqu was stunned by this moan, his head going blank for a moment, and he could not help but cry out miserably.

The demonic seed could not help itself and plunged toward the pavilion.

"An immortal embryo, this is an immortal embryo…"

After a brief moment of pain and daze, Cang Qu, with his formidable Gao Chao strength, quickly recovered and murmured a sentence.

Seeing the demonic seed plummeting toward the pavilion, his heart jolted violently; he could spare no thought for Wu Zetian behind him, let alone the four great holy monks below.

He immediately unleashed his full strength, hurrying to rein in the demonic seed that was slipping from his control.

Fortunately, his own cultivation was intimately bound to the demonic seed; they had been intertwined for untold years.

Therefore, even though the immortal embryo exerted its pull, he managed to regain control of the demonic seed.

"Ah…"

But just as he barely steadied it, another moan rose from the pavilion above.

That moan was three parts richer, seven parts more soul-stealing than before.

The demonic seed, which had only just been stabilized, suddenly began to tremble violently.

"You shameless wretch, casting aside all decency to lure this sovereign's demonic seed with an immortal embryo.

If I do not slay you today, I swear I am no Heavenly Demon."

This truly enraged Cang Qu.

Without the demonic seed, Cang Qu could no longer be the Heavenly Demon.

Yet the graceful figure in the pavilion kept drawing the demonic seed with her immortal embryo.

With no room to retreat, Cang Qu, in a furious rage, resolved to stake everything on slaying the master of that immortal embryo!

His figure flickered in rapid succession, and in an instant he stood outside the pavilion; bearing the demonic seed with him, he struck out with a palm, its force enveloping the entire pavilion.

With this palm, he meant to obliterate the pavilion—and the graceful figure within—into nothing but ash!.

708 Why must you make an enemy of the Wu Lin orthodox sects?

Given Cang Qu's strength, there was no real difficulty in doing as he wished.

He also believed that the graceful figure in the pavilion relied solely on the immortal embryo to bewitch his demonic seed.

As for her actual cultivation, it was surely mediocre.

Otherwise, why would she watch the four great holy monks fight to the death, only striking at the very last moment when Cang Qu had let his guard down?

The palm force gathered, not yet touching the pavilion.

The pavilion, top and bottom, could bear it no longer and crumbled into fine powder.

Even the graceful figure hidden within the pavilion seemed to have been annihilated by that single palm.

"You villain! To have slain this generation's disciple of Cihang Jingzhai—an unforgivable crime!"

Dixin's heart, witnessing this, burned with fury, and at the same time he revealed the identity of the graceful figure in the pavilion.