Not even the demon rabbits would have guessed that the person ascending the mountain was not the demon monk San Duan, who was the host of ‘Yama-raja’s Temple’ in the land of evil spirits, but a gigantic Weeping Buddha statue.
The giant Buddha statue that was supposed to have a kind expression, having compassion for all mankind, was weeping loudly instead and had a savage expression!
The moment the Weeping Buddha arrived on the mountain, the people within the village immediately broke out in a chaotic mess. The old demon rabbit spoke to Wen Leyang in a low voice, "Disperse the people that are not involved! The demon monk San Duan sacrificed his human body and transferred his soul into this evil statue!"
Upon saying that, the old demon rabbit no longer tried to conceal his Buddhism supernatural powers from the rest of the four major sects. He gave a high pitch long howl that was akin to a baby’s wail, "Buddha! Let all the energy entwine on my body! Demon monster, stop moving!" A gigantic Buddha statue had turned into a demon. How could one not do anything to stop such an evil matter? As the old demon rabbit knew that he was the strongest in the entire village, he immediately attacked ferociously, attempting to test how strong the enemy was.
The old demon rabbit’s ten fingers suddenly turned soft and flat, akin to the tentacles of an octopus. His agile yet gracious fingers opened and closed in front of his body. Countless of long silk threads that looked like earthworms, graciously withdrew from the golden light and entwined around the gigantic Weeping Buddha. In the blink of an eye, it was enshrouded by the Buddha’s light. It could not take a step forward and started to struggle desperately!
The old demon rabbit dashed forward as fast as lightning. He used a voice that gave everyone goosebumps and gave a long howl, "Buddha! Nimmanarati, assume the demon-slaying expression!"
The demon-slaying expression was the wrathful expression of Mara when he slew the demon. According to legend, it was one of the Buddha’s Eightfold Path, where Buddha guided the unique power of the western paradise of Sukhavati for Buddha’s own body. After the old demon rabbit assumed the demon-slaying expression, he had a dignified expression on his face. When his body was aligned with the Weeping Buddha’s chest, he put his hands together devoutly. A streak of dazzling and dense brightness struck like a lightning and slammed ferociously into the Weeping Buddha’s heart!
The Weeping Buddha wailed once and sat on the ground with a loud bang. Its limbs extended abruptly. With a muffled ‘pop’, the golden-colored Buddha’s silk entwining its body snapped!
A sound of laughter echoed unexpectedly from the strong quake caused by the fall of the Weeping Buddha. The seven Rainbow brothers simultaneously shouted, "Hit it!" Seven streaks of magnificent colors surged towards the sky from Tuo Xie’s flag banner and rolled towards the Weeping Buddha!
Only then, the rogue cultivators started charging at the Weeping Buddha. On the Giant Bull’s exposed chest, big clumps of chest hair trembled in excitement. As he roared with laughter, he grabbed his spiked club and swayed it around. A gigantic white wolf appeared in the sky. It howled as it pounced towards the Weeping Buddha. The Red Grandaunt smiled as she rubbed her palms together. Red flowers, as big as bowls, whistled and circled around before it surged skywards. Lord Gongye of Mount Pan continued to clasp his hands behind his back. After he gave a desolated humph, a fleet of sharp swords appeared from the Weeping Buddha’s feet ferociously…
As the Weeping Buddha ascended the mountain, the rogue cultivators, who enjoyed fighting and stirring up troubles, were startled at first. They were then overjoyed. Whenever someone started a fight, the rest would open their eyes widely and clenched their teeth in preparation to launch their supernatural powers. Hundreds of brilliant treasured weapons that were either cunning or imposing illuminated the sky as the weapons slammed towards the Weeping Buddha.
The old demon rabbit led the group. His face flourished with rage as he assumed the Buddha’s demon-slaying expression. His hands turned around continuously, releasing waves upon waves of Buddhism demon-slaying hand seals that bloomed continuously from his hands akin to lotus flowers. The Buddha’s light condensed into a gigantic Buddhism symbol, the Swastika. The Swastika symbol floated lightly and flew towards the Weeping Buddha.
The Weeping Buddha sat on the ground as it wailed loudly. Its body was slammed by all kinds of treasured weapons in a series of clanks, yet it did not respond. Only once in a while, it would stretch out a hand and slap clumsily on the Buddhism symbol that was conjured by the old demon rabbit Bu Le, while its other hand continuously probed outwards and tore through the Buddha’s light enshrouding it.
The initially shapeless and formless golden light was torn down by the Weeping Buddha into a huge chunk. It opened its mouth and chewed on the light, swallowing the light in a big gulp!
During the previous round of battle at the land of evil spirits, the demon monk San Duan had fought with all the big and small demon rabbits, causing both sides to be defeated and injured. Now that he had refined his primordial spirit into the Weeping Buddha, his actual power was greatly enhanced. Even though the mannerism of the rogue cultivators tossing their treasured weapons into the sky was astonishing, they did not manage to harm the Weeping Buddha at all. The demon was only slightly fearful towards the old demon rabbit’s demon-slaying hand seals.
The little demon rabbit Shan Duan chanted a verse of Buddhist hymn. As he tried to take a step to reach the sky, the Rakshasa that was stamped on his back sneered. A ghastly arc struck through the sky towards the Weeping Buddha! The little Rakshasa’s movements were extreme agile. It pounced on the Weeping Buddha’s body before it slithered around the Weeping Buddha’s body as fast as lightning. Its four limbs were akin to hooks that grabbed onto the Weeping Buddha ferociously. The Weeping Buddha gave out an earth-shocking cry in agony. A chunk of foul-smelling flesh was torn off forcefully from the bronze Buddha statue’s body!
First Brother Xia of the One Word Palace and the little supreme leader of Kunlun Sect Liu Zheng gazed at each other. Their figures vanished simultaneously. The Weeping Buddha seemed to be grimacing in pain as it leaped around. Its right hand was still continuously resisting the old demon rabbit Bu Le’s Buddha symbol, while its left hand grabbed the little Rakshasa as fast as lightning that was slithering around rapidly. The little Rakshasa squealed in pain after being grabbed by the Weeping Buddha.
The Weeping Buddha stuffed the little Rakshasa into its mouth. As the little Rakshasa gave out an agonizing cry, a few streaks of golden-colored blood seeped out from the corners of the Weeping Buddha’s mouth.
The little demon rabbit’s Buddhism magic spell was broken. He gave a muffled humph as he leaped back to the ground. He staggered and retreated backwards continuously. The old demon rabbit watched helplessly as his demon-slaying expression was utterly useless in harming the enemy. As he was concerned about his disciple, he returned to the ground and held on to Shan Duan.
The supreme leader of Kunlun Sect Liu Zheng took charge instead and appeared behind the Weeping Buddha. With eight pieces of talismans clasped in between his fingers, he stretched out his hand. His clear voice echoed through the horizon, "Endless, weave the clouds, restrain the body!" Eight pieces of paper talismans flew up with the winds. It was as if the floating clouds in the sky suddenly heard the summons and gathered together from all directions. Eight streaks of thick long chains rolled out from the cloud layers and coiled around the Weeping Buddha’s body like serpents. The Weeping Buddha that had just leaped up fell onto the ground again!
The moment the Weeping Buddha fell, First Brother Xia appeared on top of its head. His entire body was blooming with crystal clear and enchanting flames. His eyes were opened wide, as he roared in rage, "The heaven forbids you!" The needle-like little spear on his hand gave an earth-shocking raging roar as it struggled free from First Brother Xia’s hand with great effort and wrapped itself in a waterfall-like green-colored brightness and stabbed mercilessly towards the Weeping Buddha’s crown.
The Weeping Buddha that was sitting cross-legged on the ground abruptly raised its head. Its expression was extremely ruthless and tyrannical, yet its gaze was filled with sorrow and agony as it stared at First Brother Xia, who was casting a magic spell to urge the long spear forward.
First Brother Xia felt a gust of knife-like desolation shooting out of the Weeping Buddha’s eyes, piercing ferociously into his body. He was caught off guard. As he squalled, the long spear with its imposing mannerism was abruptly forced back to its original form. Both the spear and its master were slammed hard from the mid-air onto the ground!
Even though First Brother Xia was not severely injured, he was terrified. The Weeping Buddha’s bitter gaze was like a blade!
In the blink of an eye, Liu Zheng’s long chain formed from the clouds broke. Eight pieces of paper talismans were akin to injured earthworms. The talismans shook once before turning into a cloud of smoke. The Weeping Buddha’s wail was still as loud as before. As the treasured weapons repeatedly bombarded it, it stood up clumsily. It’s twisted and agonizing Buddha’s face turned left and right as if it was looking for something.
Suddenly, the sound of a thunder broke out in the sky. Millions of streaks of lightning akin to serpents flashed about. Wen Leyang held Wen Xiaoyi’s big-muzzled weapon, raised the blunderbuss high up and aimed towards the Weeping Buddha’s big face before he fired a shot! The Weeping Buddha’s wail turned into a sad and shrill cry in a flash. It staggered backwards for a few steps before it regained its balance. Its facial features were blasted into a mush by the Thunder Heart Sand. However, after a moment, it was akin to a plasticine dough that was pinched by a pair of invisible agile hands, the face that was shot into a mush by the Thunder Heart Sand became distinct again, assuming the same weeping expression!
Within the Five Blessings, the supreme leader of the Jilong Sect was dead. The new supreme leader Qing Niao was unconscious from his severe injuries. The enlightened person San Wei of Eyang Sect was severely injured when he descended the mountain earlier. The demon monk Shan Duan, First Brother Xia of One Word Palace and the little supreme leader of the Kunlun Sect, the top personages of the three right paths of cultivation world together with the old demon rabbit Bu Le were of no match to the Weeping Buddha. They shouted and retreated.
The Weeping Buddha appeared to be agitated. As it stabilized, it started rampaging about. Its two huge arms swayed once and countless of treasured weapons were pulverized by his palms. The group of rogue cultivators erupted into a series of agonizing screams. The cultivators, whose treasured weapons were destroyed, tumbled onto the ground with severe injuries.
The gigantic Buddha statues wept continuously. The bodies of men were scattered all over the ground everywhere. The mud underneath the Buddha’s gigantic footprint was scattered with remnant corpses and grounded flesh! The Wen family village of the Nine Peaks Mountain turned into a chaotic mess!
Other than the continuous loud bangs from the Thunder Heart Sand, no one was capable of stopping it. Every time Wen Leyang took a shot, he would let Wen Xiaoyi helped him to reload gunpowder and Thunder Heart Sand. He cried out anxiously, "What is this? Why is it so sturdy?" The Weeping Buddha statue almost possessed no supernatural power but its strength was terrifying while its body was colossal. Any magic spell that could destroy stone or gold was utterly useless for the Weeping Buddha.
The old demon rabbit gave a forced laugh, "San Duan defied the laws of nature. He refines in Buddhism with his spirit. He is now invincible!"
The Buddha statue was supposed to be an auspicious spiritual item of solemnness and compassion. However, this bronze statue was worshipped in the land of evil spirits for over a thousand years. It was corrupted by ruthless and tyrannical malevolent energy constantly every day and night. It had then turned into an evil matter. It was unknown which type of evil spell did the demon monk San Duan use to refine the Buddha statue, finally refining it into this invincible weeping monster.
The little demon rabbit Shan Duan turned around and gave instruction to the monks behind him, "Form the Great Mercy Temple protective circle and block him off for a moment!" Upon saying that, he joined the old demon rabbit to find a spot, where they sat with their legs crossed. Their fingers coiled in the exact same gesture, while their faces brimmed with the same solemnity. They began to cast magic spells and summoned new supernatural powers.
The little supreme leader of Kunlun Sect Liu Zheng also inhaled a deep breath. With his palms and feet facing skywards, he firmly sat down and closed his eyes. He no longer paid attention to the Weeping Buddha that was lashing out in all directions. The disciples of the Kunlun Sect also leaped up next to their supreme leader and sat cross-legged and cast the magic spell with Liu Zheng.
As First Brother Xia of the One Word Palace was afraid that the Wen family might misunderstand him when he came, he only brought along a few people. He had not expected that there would be such a huge commotion. As such, he could not display the One Word Grand Battle Formation of the One Word Palace. He hesitated for a while before clenching hard on his teeth and raised his little spear. Summoning millions of rays of immortal radiance, he pounced towards the Weeping Buddha again! For a brief moment, a sharp green-colored immortal radiance bloomed and deafening loud noises erupted. First Brother Xia finally managed to entangle the Weeping Buddha for a moment.
The seats of honor of the Great Mercy Temple’s Five Supreme Monasteries surrounded the panic-stricken divine monk, the little stutterer, in the middle.
Ah Dan tried to dash into the circle on a few attempts in an effort to ‘rescue’ the little stutterer but he was stopped by the other monks. Ah Dan did not understand why did the group of big monks surround the little monk. He retreated for a few steps, grinding his teeth in hatred, before waving around his fists in preparation to dash forward again. Suddenly, a series of alarming cries erupted around him!
The Weeping Buddha finally struggled itself free from First Brother Xia. It surged forward towards Ah Dan. It bent over its body, stretched out its arms, akin to a big net, and tried to grab onto Ah Dan. The sorrowful expression still remained on the weeping statue, yet its gaze was filled with the trace of a smile. Two opposing expressions weaved together on the Weeping Buddha’s face, making one shudder despite not feeling cold!
First Brother Xia’s big face became ghastly pale. He leaned on a huge tree as he panted in a disordered manner…
A crisp shout was heard. Mumu was akin to a sparrow scattering into the wood as she carried Ah Dan and pressed her body to the ground, attempting to slide away to the side.
Wen Leyang followed behind her closely. His hands were still holding the big-muzzled weapon that was just reloaded by Wen Xiaoyi. He raised his hands as he fired a shot towards the Weeping Buddha’s huge hand. Millions of rays of thunder lightning stabbed on the Weeping Buddha’s hand!
It was as if The Weeping Buddha grabbed onto a cactus. It screamed out in agony as it retracted its trembling hand. Its uninjured hand did not pause but stretched out as fast as lightning, grabbing towards Mumu and A Dan silently!
Just as the huge hand was about to grab onto Mumu, another crisp shout was heard. A stick of silver-colored long spear accompanied by a sharp sonic boom appeared in between Mumu and the Buddha’s hand without a sign. Nineteen, the daughter of First Brother Xia from the One Word Palace raised up a silver spear in an astounding manner as she leaped forward!
Her silver-colored long spear could only sustain for less than a moment before it snapped into two at the sound of a crack. Nineteen gave half a muffled humph before her graceful figure tumbled towards the side. The Weeping Buddha’s huge hand moved forward. It shook once in a ghastly manner, as it once again grabbed towards the direction of Mumu. It was determined to get Ah Dan.
Wen Leyang followed closely behind Mumu. He seized the opportunity when Nineteen was waving her spear in order to stop the enemy. He pounced forward, his four limbs closed vigorously around the Buddha’s thumb as he released the Faulty Punch’s power from his entire body!
The Great Mercy Temple’s monks did not acknowledge the supreme leaders of their own sect or cared for the battle before their eyes. They surrounded the five seats of honors and the little stutterer Hope Voice tightly as they chanted incantations continuously with their heads bowed.
The old monk Hope Sense’s eyes were filled with compassion. As he stared at the little stutterer, "Little brother disciple, thank you for your contribution." The little stutterer shook his head but he did not speak, as he knew his speech would delay time.
The old monk Hope Sense smiled. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, he dragged his voice as he pronounced word by word, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "The Great Mercy Temple defies formality, defies human laws, defies divine laws!"
The seat of honor of the Ten Modes Monastery took a step forward. His palms were as big as dustpans as he pressed onto the little stutterer Hope Voice’s lower abdomen. He used an extremely low tone to pronounce two words, "Ten Modes!"
The seats of honor of the rest of the monasteries also took a step forward in succession as they pressed onto the little stutterer’s lower abdomen, chest and face in sequence. Each of them chanted faintly,
"Eight Samsara!"
"Six Passes!"
"Triple Illuminated!"
Hope Sense was the last one. He pressed his hands firmly onto Hope Voice’s crown, "By the power of all Buddhas, please appear in this world!"
Before the old monk, Hope Voice’s voice died away, the golden light that was initially enshrouding and floating in the village suddenly circled around, akin to joyous clear streams, that rapidly converged into the back of the little stutterer Hope Voice’s body…
Wen Leyang was hugging the Weeping Buddha’s thumb. Suddenly, its other gigantic hand moved, its little finger curved up like a hook and flicked towards Wen Leyang in what appeared to be a slow and gentle movement!
"What kind of strength was this?" Wen Leyang felt as if an entire soaring Mount Tai flew over and slammed ferociously on his body. All the thirty-six thousand pores on his entire body simultaneously erupted vigorously. The terrifying strength burst through his skin in a short moment. Wen Leyang screamed out in agony as he tumbled down next to Mumu.
Mumu stretched out a hand in order to support him but she did not expect that a tremendous strength surged towards her. Mumu spat out a gush of fresh blood.
The Buddha’s hand moved continuously. It appeared in the sky and clumsily grabbed onto Wen Leyang, Mumu and Ah Dan who were entangled in a ball of mess. Wen Xiaoyi bawled. She was too far away from Wen Leyang and there was no way for her to die together with Wen Leyang!
The fresh blood within Wen Leyang’s body was boiling like hot water. He squalled as he spread out his four limbs desperately, trying to push out the metal pincers-like big hand. The Poison of Life and Death within his body and invading tremendous strength crashed in loud bangs before dispersing off. He felt as if his internal organs were in a mess, he was wrapped and kneaded by all sorts of strengths. Each of his pores was dripping with a blood drop, as big as a bean, slowly flowing out following the skin’s striations!
"God damn it!"
A stiff voice echoed with slight helplessness from Wen Leyang’s chest as the vision before everyone’s eyes turned black.
It was a puff of dense and thick darkness that could not be cleansed even if it was drowned in the sea!
The black-colored ‘Yang’s Mistake’ soundlessly blocked before Wen Leyang and bloomed abruptly in a black-colored radiance. The slowly closing Buddha’s hands were ferociously pushed apart by the sudden demonic power erupting from the Yang’s Mistake. Wen Leyang’s body felt lighter as he was falling down from the Buddha’s hands together with Mumu and A Dan onto the ground. Simultaneously the ghastly pale crescent blade of ‘Yin’s Error’ turned round and round and slashed the Weeping Buddha’s five fingers soundlessly!
The Weeping Buddha erupted in a hysteric wail. Following the slashing of the crescent blade ‘Yin’s Error’, its five fingers were separated from its huge palms!
The ‘Yin’s Error Yang’s Mistake’ abruptly appeared and severely injured the Weeping Buddha. The weapons were exhausted as they shivered for a few times wearily, before vanishing with great effort into thin air.
Wen Leyang slammed hard onto the ground. He sensed gushes upon gushes of fresh blood flowing from his chest to his throat. His entire body trembled as he rumbled, "Guo Huan, please do it again…"
"Do it again my ass! I can never do it again anymore!" Guo Huan’s voice was no stronger than Wen Leyang’s voice. Its voice was extremely soft as if it was exerting all his strength in order to forcefully scream out the words.
The Weeping Buddha leaped up from the ground in pain. It could not care anymore about its hand that was still healing after being shot with the Thunder Heart Sand. It raised its hand high up in the air and slapped downwards in Wen Leyang’s direction. Suddenly, the Weeping Buddha stopped moving. It had a stunned expression.
The Great Mercy Temple’s Buddhism protective circle was finally completed.
The five seats of honors for the Five Supreme Monasteries fell onto the ground out of exhaustion and were lifted off by the disciples behind them.
Layers upon layers of golden light circulated around, converged and appeared behind the little divine monk Hope Voice. The layers formed into the complete form and shape of the golden manifestation of the Buddha’s statue, almost the same size as the Weeping Buddha!
The little divine monk Hope Voice suddenly broke out in a smile. He stretched out his hand and pinched into a strand of golden light circulating in the air, while the golden light Buddha statue behind him also smile, and gestured in the Dharmachakra mudra, exactly the same as Hope Voice’s movement!
The Triple Illuminations, the Six Passes, the Eight Samsara and the Ten Modes rose up together as the Buddha appeared in the world in order to salvage humanity. The Five Supreme Monasteries of the Temple of Great Mercy joined hands and forged the golden manifestation of the Buddha’s body spell from all kinds of karma energy in order to slay demons and monsters.
The little stutterer had a pure and innocent heart. He was born in the image of the Buddha. There were thousands of monks living in the Great Mercy Temple, but he was the only one who was capable of undertaking the force of this supernatural power.
On one side, a Weeping Buddha statue was mottled in the color of green and yellow. On the other side, a smiling Buddha statue was enshrouded in a dazzling golden light. The two gigantic Buddha statues gazed at each other and gave out the hissing sound due to the friction in the air.
The little divine monk continued to smile. He released the strand of golden light on his fingertip as he raised his hand slowly towards the Weeping Buddha before him.
It was as if the Weeping Buddha completely forgot about Ah Dan underneath its legs, it held out the palm that was shot by the Thunder Heart Sand and gently shook the hand of the golden Buddha statue standing behind little Hope Voice.
The two demon rabbits were still meditating in silence on the side. Even though their faces were still brimming with solemnity and dignity, as usual, there was anxiety in between their brows that could not be concealed. This Weeping Buddha statue had been refined by endless evil spirits for the past thousand years. It was then merged with the demon monk San Duan’s primordial spirit. It was a demonic power that has never existed. Even though it was still a monster that extracted its life from the malevolent energy in between the heaven and earth, the Buddha statue spell that was conjured up by the Great Mercy Temple’s protective circle still had limited powers. It was difficult to sustain the Weeping Buddha’s power. The two demon rabbits were still attempting to conjure a humongous supernatural power, but it was difficult to be accomplished in such a short while…
In the depths of the Kunlun Mountain, there was a hidden red-colored rock ridge. Even though the rock ridge was not towering or lofty, not a single root grew on it. The bald red-colored rock was exposed and mottled, it appeared out of place as compared to the surrounding verdant hills.
A wild badger, which had lost its way, passed by the rock ridge. It suddenly stopped its footsteps and raised its head as it surveyed the surrounding vigilantly. Its pointy nose convulsed repeatedly as if it picked up the scent of danger. After a moment, the badger suddenly turned around and dashed away desperately in the opposite direction of the rock ridge.
On the red-colored rock ridge, layers upon layers of the gigantic Taoism symbol appeared soundlessly. The entire mountain gently moaned once. It then started to tremble continuously, faster and faster, stronger and stronger, until a long howl finally broke out abruptly. A long sword glimmering with cold glitter shot out of the mountain into the sky, slashing through the sunlight in one ripple!
One sword, two swords, three swords…more and more long swords broke out of the rock ridge and floated in mid-air. After a moment, there were already thousands of long swords gathering in the air. The sharp imposing mannerism of the swords enshrouded the air. The warm sunlight was chased far away from the mountain.
At last, the rock ridge gave out a moan. The Taoism symbol that was floating on the surface of the rock ridge abruptly exploded and shattered. The long swords covering the sky vibrated urgently and whistled clearly, before shooting towards the Shu state as fast as lightning!
The little supreme leader of Kunlun Sect Liu Zheng sat cross-legged on the ground with his palms and feet facing skywards. His expression had since lost its mischief, his brows tightly frowned, three evil lines abruptly appeared on his forehead. Just as the golden Buddha statue’s radiance slowly dimmed and darkened, gradually dispersing off until it had almost vanished, Liu Zheng leaped up. His widely opened eyes were glimmering with a sharp, cold glitter. His fingers pointed to the Weeping Buddha as if it was a visiting friend, he shouted loudly, "Taoism code, bullet swords, execute demon!"
A series of crystal clear and pleasant yet filled with murder intent howls erupted from the sky far away. A puff of dark clouds arrived in a rush! After a moment, the cultivators within the village realized shockingly that the cloud as dark as ink within the sky was not a cloud but the cloud was actually made up from thousands of long swords glimmering with cold glitter!
The bullet sword spell that was summoned by Liu Zheng was a great demon execution spell of the Kunlun Sect. The location of the rock ridge was situated right on the right claw of the Kunlun Mountain’s dragon vein. It gathered all the sharpness of the world and the mountains. The thousands of repeatedly-tempered immortal’s swords that were usually buried within the rock ridge absorbed murder intent and had the ability to react to the summon of spell incantation and came to the supreme leader’s aid from far away.
In a flash, the Wen family village turned into a blacksmith’s shop…
The clattering sound echoed, the sword rain that was covering the heaven and the earth spilled madly towards the Weeping Buddha! The rest of the Wen family village could not care about risking their lives to kill the enemies anymore. All of them scattered in all directions with their hands coverings their heads. Ah Dan supported Mumu on one hand, while his other hand supported Wen Leyang. He was regretting his decision in the past to exchange his old bronze pan with a felt cap.
Fortunately, the long swords were spiritual. The swords shuttled and swayed in all directions, but only aimed towards the Weeping Buddha. The rest of the people within the sword rain appeared to be rather terrified but they were actually not in any danger.
The gigantic Weeping Buddha screamed and wailed in agony. It swayed and staggered with the flying swords. However, it still stood firm, the sharp flying swords slashed through its gold and jade-like skin on its body nonstop. The foul-smelling fluid from its body splashed in all directions. As long as the fluid splashed on a long sword, the sword would immediately moan once and drop to the ground. The sword would then lose its shine.
Receiving aid from the great demon-executing spell of the Kunlun Sect, the divine monk little stutterer stopped trembling. He clenched his teeth hard as he once again battled the Weeping Buddha.
Thousands of swords howled and fluttered around and countless of long swords dropped to the ground with a clatter. The little supreme leader Liu Zheng’s solemn expression remained, as his raging eyes opened wide. He watched as more and more of his school’s precious flying swords were destroyed. His face turned from stern and justice to heartache and unwillingness. He endured for another long while before he finally stomped his foot ferociously and shouted towards the big and small demon rabbit that was meditating with closed eyes not too far away, "Divine monks, please do it soon!" The black-bearded priest of Kunlun Sect behind Liu Zheng spoke to his fellow disciples softly, "This time, we are at a loss!"
As the flying swords fluttered and covered the sky, the old demon rabbit Bu Le and the little demon rabbit Shan Duan finally opened their eyes simultaneously!
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