Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Yet Xiao Mo simply swung his blade a few times, and the cloth robe Kasaya abruptly swelled before bursting into countless fragments that rained down like snowflakes.

Everyone frowned.

Every Immortal Soldier possessed its own unique ability.

But the Immortal Soldier in Xiao Mo’s hands had never displayed one over the years.

Later, they speculated that this didn’t mean Xiao Mo hadn’t used the Immortal Soldier’s special ability.

Rather, the ability of the Immortal Soldier in his hands was simply “sharpness.”

This Demon Blade, Dyed Ink, had pushed “sharpness” to its absolute limit.

It was as if everything in the world was nothing more than a fleeting illusion before the long blade in Xiao Mo’s hand.

With the assaults of the Abbots of Qingzhou Temple and Buiyi Temple easily neutralized, Xiao Mo charged forward once more.

In Xiao Mo’s eyes, these ten Buddhist Sect Abbots, united, were indeed far more difficult to deal with than the Nine Great Demon Sect Leaders had been.

Back then, the Nine Great Demon Sect Leaders had each harbored their own agendas. They were a disorganized mess, even guarding against one another.

But now, these ten Buddhist Abbots were like a single, cohesive unit.

’Of all the great battles in my life,’ Xiao Mo thought, ’this is the most difficult one yet.’

“Heaven and Earth Illusory Red.”

Xiao Mo let out a low growl. With him at the center, the world for a thousand li in every direction turned a deep, bloody red.

He gripped his jet-black blade and strode through the air, step by step. Behind him, the Dyed Ink Blade Spirit materialized.

The once-miniature Blade Spirit now stood as tall as a normal person.

Dyed Ink wrapped her arms around Xiao Mo’s neck from behind. Her form gradually dissipated, merging into his black robes.

Watching Xiao Mo advance step by step, Xujing and the others were terrified, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

They had weathered countless great battles and faced powerful enemies in life-or-death struggles many times before.

But this time, as Xiao Mo stood before them, they felt nothing but absolute, soul-crushing despair.

The Abbot of Rumeng Temple pressed his palms together and began chanting. Instantly, the scenery around Xiao Mo distorted.

In the blink of an eye, the mountain forest and temple vanished. In their place, several hundred-zhang-tall Vajra Buddhas surrounded Xiao Mo, as if to pass judgment upon him.

Looking at the Vajra Buddhas, Xiao Mo shook his head, his eyes indifferent. He offered a piece of well-intentioned advice, “The most useless thing you can use against me is an Illusion Technique.”

The moment he finished speaking, Xiao Mo didn’t even swing his blade. The Blood Evil Qi around him simply surged, like boiling magma, and utterly destroyed all the Vajra Buddhas.

The illusion shattered. Xiao Mo still stood in his original spot, having never moved an inch.

The Abbot of Rumeng Temple’s face went pale. He let out a muffled grunt as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

But at that exact moment, the Abbot of Manduo Temple flung his sleeve.

Countless golden Mandala petals materialized from thin air. They seemed to drift down gently, but each one pulsed with fierce Buddhist Gang Qi, spinning like razor-sharp blades as they sliced toward Xiao Mo.

“I’ll help you!”

Simultaneously, the Abbot of Thousand Buddha Temple thrust out his palm.

“Thousand Buddha Palm!”

The force of his strike materialized in mid-air as hundreds, even thousands, of golden Palm Seals. They layered over one another, surging forward like a tidal wave.

The Abbot of Guiyin Temple’s figure flickered and vanished in an instant.

The next moment, he appeared silently behind Xiao Mo. He extended a single finger, aiming it casually at the center of Xiao Mo’s back.

The attack was condensed and utterly silent.

Facing the three-pronged assault, Xiao Mo finally moved.

He tapped his foot lightly, and the scabbard at his waist let out a soft hum.

The Dyed Ink Blade in his hand carved a perfect arc through the air.

The crimson-black arc of light first met the sky-full of Palm Seals with pinpoint precision.

Wherever the light passed, the hundreds of Palm Seals burst one after another like bubbles.

Losing no momentum, Xiao Mo’s slash then crashed into the shower of golden petals.

HSSST!

A dense series of slicing sounds erupted as the razor-sharp petals collided with the even sharper Blade Qi. They were instantly shredded to pieces, dissolving into scattered golden Buddha’s Light.

Meanwhile, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, Xiao Mo simultaneously swung his blade and jabbed his left elbow backward. An immense amount of Blood Evil Qi condensed onto its tip, perfectly intercepting the silent finger strike from the Abbot of Guiyin Temple.

BOOM!

A muffled explosion of qi rang out.

The Abbot of Guiyin Temple felt an irresistible force travel up from his fingertip, and his entire arm went numb instantly.

As his own qi and blood roiled, he had no choice but to use the momentum to retreat, forcing the invasive Blood Evil Qi out from his fingertip.

“Form the array,” Master Xujing said slowly.

The ten Abbots’ figures flickered as they swiftly took up ten positions, encircling Xiao Mo.

They began chanting scriptures in unison as a brilliant golden light emanated from their bodies. The light from each Abbot connected, forming a massive, golden Buddha Seal in the sky. It rotated slowly, descending upon Xiao Mo with suppressive force.

The Buddha Seal was as heavy as a mountain and carried a majestic, righteous aura.

Before the Buddha Seal had even fully descended, the very air beneath it seemed to solidify.

Xiao Mo felt a pressure constricting his body; his movements were indeed slightly hindered.

He looked up at the massive golden Buddha Seal. “A Buddha… can it truly suppress me?”

He gripped his blade with both hands, raising the Dyed Ink Blade high above his head.

Vast amounts of Blood Evil Qi, like a hundred rivers flowing to the sea, surged madly into the blade. The weapon turned a dark crimson, as if it bore the weight of endless slaughter.

“Break!”

With a low shout, Xiao Mo viciously slashed upward!

A crimson-black blade projection, so condensed it was almost corporeal, shot toward the heavens.

It lacked the ostentatious power of his previous Blade Qi, but it carried an absolute resolve to sever all things as it viciously struck the very center of the Buddha Seal!

CRACK!

A crisp cracking sound echoed out. Before that ultimate sharpness, the Buddha Seal, an amalgamation of the ten Abbots’ power, began to show a distinct crack starting from its center.

The crack spread rapidly, covering the entire Buddha Seal in an instant.

BOOM!

In the next moment, the golden Buddha Seal violently exploded. Rings of Spiritual Power blasted outward, sending many of the Demon Cultivators and Buddhist Disciples brawling in the sky flying.

The ten Abbots’ bodies trembled violently. They all retreated several steps in unison, a trace of blood leaking from the corners of their mouths.

But in the next moment, Xujing extended a finger and pointed down below.

RUUUUMBLE…

The main peak of Kongnian Temple began to tremble violently.

Starting from the grand hall, Buddha’s Light spread out unceasingly.

It eventually formed an esoteric Array. The Array’s patterns glowed with a soft yet resolute golden light, faintly resonating with the Buddha statue itself. The remnant Qi Fortune of the Buddhist Sect from across the entire Western Regions seemed to converge on this spot, creating an invisible, oppressive might.

Streams of light spilled from the Golden Buddha Statue at the front of the grand hall. Then, as if weathered by wind, it disintegrated into golden dust that poured out and drifted away, coalescing high above the battlefield into a colossal Golden Buddha Statue.

The statue lowered its head, gazing down upon Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo, in turn, raised his head to look back at the Golden Buddha Statue.

It was just like the first time Xiao Mo had come to Kongnian Temple.

“Legend says that during the Ancient Times, the ancestors of the Hundred Schools of Thought fought against the Divine Spirits and fell one by one. When the ancestor of the Buddhist School was on the verge of death, he could not bear to leave the common people of the world behind. In the end, he transformed his own body into a stone Buddha to watch over the mortal realm.

And that statue became the ultimate treasure of the Buddhist School.

This must be that very statue, I presume?”

Xiao Mo spoke calmly.

“Indeed.” Master Xujing nodded. “This is the ultimate treasure of our Buddhist Sect. It has never been used before; this is the very first time. To think that after tens of thousands of years, we would be forced to rely on the power of our ancestor… It is truly a transgression.”

“Xiao Mo,” the Abbot of Manduo Temple said sternly, “today, we will undoubtedly suppress you here!”

“Then try it.”

With that, Xiao Mo said no more. He raised his blade and strode forward.

The golden Buddha statue seemed to come alive, its eyes erupting with a blinding golden light.

The Array’s patterns blazed like golden flames. One after another, incredibly solid golden chains, imbued with the power of the Buddhist Sect’s Law, shot out from the Array and snaked toward Xiao Mo!

Xiao Mo swung his blade, slashing at the first few chains to reach him.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Like common ropes, the golden chains were all severed by Xiao Mo’s blade, dissipating into golden motes of light.

Xiao Mo glanced around coolly, then lowered his head. His gaze fell upon a small courtyard on the mountain below.

Finally, Xiao Mo looked away, his gaze returning to the great, golden, illusory Buddha high in the sky.

“A Buddha can kill me.”

“But not this one.”