Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1095: Chapter 862: One Who Walks the Evil Path Cannot See the Tathagata! (Monthly Ticket Bonus for Yesterday)

Blood mixed with rain seeped out from the forest, so thick that even a torrential downpour couldn’t wash it away.

Many leaves had fallen from the trees during the fierce battle just now, landing in the puddles of blood.

Dead leaves, crimson blood.

Five of the Seven Sons of Kunlun lay fallen in the pool of blood, their eyes wide open, filled with disbelief and horror, just like the King of Freedom currently lying on Black Wind Mountain.

But unlike him, their fatal wounds were merely small red marks on their foreheads, akin to tiny mosquito bites.

Dongfang Bubai killed them, yet was so stingy that not even a drop of Orochi Poison Blood was used on the needles.

Fortunately, this at least left them with intact corpses, their pupils now reflecting the red clouds above and the gradually easing rain. Their life journeys had ended, as had their misfortunes and disasters, but the calamity for those escaping had just begun.

Lu Xiaofeng and Xiao Feng no longer gave chase.

They still had abundant strength in their bodies, but their hearts were starting to tire.

This fatigue was something Jiang Dali had foreseen long ago, and he even had instructed the two that if no formidable enemies appeared, they need not exhaust themselves unnecessarily.

Originally, they did not understand what Jiang Dali meant by ”unnecessarily exhausting tasks.”

How could helping brothers and benefactors fend off some enemies be considered too exhausting?

Even the wise Lu Xiaofeng was confused and puzzled, as they believed that as long as it concerned brothers and benefactors, they would never tire.

But now they finally understood, it turns out that one indeed could become weary.

Upon realizing this, they couldn’t help but yearn to head quickly to Black Wind Mountain to find Jiang Dali and have a hearty drink.

The village chief understood them well—though they were tired, they suddenly felt not so weary. This contradictory feeling perhaps can only be summarized in one phrase: ”A warrior dies for one who knows him well!”

They dashed through the wind and rain, heading straight for Black Wind Mountain, not just to distance themselves from the blood-soaked grounds of the Righteous Alliance, but also eager to see the outcome of the battle between the King of Freedom and the village chief.

Despite their confidence in Jiang Dali, the King of Freedom was renowned in the Martial World for years. The best result they could imagine at the moment was the King of Freedom being unable to affect the village chief’s indomitable Steel Body and retreating in helplessness.

If this were the outcome, it would lead to the scenario they wished to see the most: the Righteous Alliance suffering heavy losses, losing a paramount expert like the King of Freedom to lead the charge, and in the future, they would certainly not think of causing trouble for the village chief again.

The so-called struggle between righteousness and evil would be entirely unnecessary.

Moreover, they had never believed that the Righteous Alliance was necessarily right, nor that the Black Wind Village Chief was definitely evil.

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”Plop, plop.”

The heavy rain, now much weakened, fell on the leaves in the forest, like countless drumbeats.

Liao Kong did not shed tears, but his expression was more sorrowful than crying, truly embodying the saying that great sadness is tearless.

Panting heavily and clutching the chest wound that increasingly felt numb and corroded, he swiftly traversed the forest, carrying a broken arm and a duster.

The arm belonged to Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ji, with nine scars on the palm resembling the monk’s tonsure, rough, cold, and stiff.

The duster belonged to Master Mie Jue of Emei, who, despite not having the strongest martial prowess among the group, had the strongest battle intent and determination to fight until her last breath, refusing to retreat even under Yin Hou Wan Wan’s Heavenly Demon Slash.

In this battle with the Righteous Alliance, they had suffered huge losses, with Xuan Ji and Mie Jue dead, Three-Handed Master from Sanmao Palace dead, and Tang Sect Elders Old Lady Tang and Old Master Tang fleeing quickly, yet under the pursuit of today’s world’s fastest movement technique of Dongfang Bubai, even they were unlikely to escape death.

Even he himself felt his life ebbing away like the dwindling rainwater.

Yet he still fled, clinging to a shred of hope, wishing to escape and hear news of the King of Freedom slaying the Black Wind Village Chief.

As the tree shadows ahead thinned, was the road coming to an end?

In that moment, Liao Kong’s ears echoed with the soft laughter of a gentle woman.

”Master once had a deep friendship with Sister Feixuan; how come you’re avoiding me like a tiger, refusing your thousand miles away?”

A chill involuntarily surged in Liao Kong’s heart.

A white figure flitted through the forest like a ghost, disappearing abruptly, and the sound of wailing like ghostly cries echoed in his ears.

The howling sound expanded like a tide, and in an instant, the entire world seemed to transform with the wind and rain, filled with terrifying demon sounds that howled with fury.

Waves crash against the shore, surging violently.

Liao Kong suddenly felt his entire mind and body losing control, his body weak, as if falling from a great height, confused and dizzy, barely managing to mutter under his breath, smashing the Golden Bell in his hand fiercely onto his forehead, producing a clear ”dong” sound, thus barely breaking through this Heavenly Demon Sound to steady himself.

When he looked up again, he had actually stumbled out of the forest. The cold raindrops mixed with the cold wind hit his face, making him feel his insides turning upside down, cold sweat on his forehead, extremely weak, vomiting a wretched mouthful of bile, collapsing in the muddy water pool, incredibly disheveled.

At this moment, the sound of galloping hooves rumbled like muffled thunder, trembling through the wind and rain, as if thousands of troops were speeding towards this place.

Liao Kong, astonished, forced himself to lift his head, feeling extremely weak and with aging, blurred vision after vomiting that bile. Amidst the blurry rain curtain several hundred paces ahead, a vast troop of black-armored soldiers appeared like a black dragon, riding fiercely through the rain, iron hooves splashing mud and water, shaking the mountains and rivers, frightening gods and ghosts away.

”Song Country’s elite troops?!”

Liao Kong’s eyes revealed a look of shock.

Suddenly, he felt something, turned his head, and in the rain, saw the tree shadows swaying with the wind.

A woman, simply yet elegantly dressed, her beautiful face shrouded in the misty rain, stood facing the wind, her graceful, slender figure swaying slightly with the tree shadows, her soft voice rippling like water amidst the sound of hooves.

”Since Master insists on leaving, I will not forcefully detain you. Wish you a safe journey...”

Liao Kong’s face suddenly changed, hurriedly climbing out of the mud.

A large troop of cavalry, as fierce as a thunderstorm, quickly spread out, forming a circle. Horse hooves churned the ground like oars in turbulent waters, spraying mud in all directions. Weapons glinted like forests of steel, dazzling the eyes and brimming with a terrifying murderous aura towards Liao Kong. Over a thousand cavalry shouted in unison.

”Insult the Champion King, kill without mercy!!”

”Insult the Champion King, be torn apart by five horses!!”

”Insult the Champion King, punishable by death a thousand times over!!!”

The thunderous shouts seemed to soar into the sky, shaking the winds and clouds, and the evil qi covered the land.

Liao Kong’s face turned deathly pale, all color drained, his body trembled violently. He felt that the belief, formed along the way with companions and alliances to kill, had been shattered by the reprimands of Da Song’s elite soldiers, unable to gather even a trace again.

What is right?

What is evil?

What does it mean to eliminate evils?

And what exactly is evil?

And what is right?

The people of Da Song regard the Black Wind Village Chief as a hero.

The Martial Arts Righteous Path considers the Black Wind Village Chief a demon.

If the Black Wind Village Chief is a demon, then is the King of Freedom a hero?

Should one eliminate the demon for the Martial World people, for Cihang Jingzhai, and become a demon hated by the people of Song Country, or recognize the heartfelt sentiment of the Song Country’s populace?

It turns out that the very right and wrong, the eliminating evils insisted upon from the beginning, was already wrong. Paths that differ cannot work together; if your way does not align with mine, you are the demon.

Thud!

A severed arm and a duster fell to the ground, mixing into the mud.

Liao Kong’s body hunched over, sitting cross-legged on the ground. His entire essence qi dissipated, and his once middle-aged face suddenly collapsed in on itself, in the blink of an eye turning into an appearance akin to an elderly figure in his twilight years, just like the aged look in the Pure Thought Zen Sect portrait.

”Amitabha Buddha! If one sees me in form, seeks me by sound, this person follows an evil path and cannot see the Tathagata. All conditioned dharmas are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, like dew and like lightning, thus should one view them...”

Liao Kong’s eyelids lowered slightly, his hand clasping prayer beads as he softly chanted Buddhist scriptures. Suddenly, blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, he shattered his own heart meridian, dying in front of the army’s gazes.

Almost at the same time.

Every player across the Martial World who triggered and received the Class A Task ”Righteous Public Enemy” received a notification of task failure.

This notification did not surprise the players.

Everyone believed that this task was destined to fail from the very moment it was created.

Yet no one knew, there were still a few individuals who, due to the appearance of a Heavenly Monk within the Pure Thought Zen Sect, triggered a side task and received new task instructions.

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Amidst the dark forest, three figures stood motionless.

No one noticed these three had been watching Black Wind Village for a long period, appearing eager to move yet ultimately choosing to be cautious and extremely wary, finally deciding to give up.

Soon, the clouds cleared, and the rain stopped.

An arc-shaped, semi-transparent rainbow appeared between the forested mountains, exuding a faint brown, bright yellow, and subtle red halo, intermittently visible, as if pulled from a foggy gorge, traced an arc across the sky, and descended back into the gorge.

Atop Black Wind Village, Jiang Dali’s massive figure sat on the vast rooftop, the black cloak behind him flapping in the wind, like a pair of strong arms made of steel holding a fiery Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber.

He closed his eyes, his spirit wholly concentrated on the blazing blade and the mysterious Breaking Realm Pearl, thoughtless and carefree, feeling the wind brushing against the blade.

In a trance, he gradually felt the burning pain in his chest seemed to weaken, the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber seemed to become a part of his body, seamlessly connected, an indescribably subtle feeling.

The Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber at this moment suddenly seemed inseparable, like an extension of his spirit.

The players’ discussions, scattered across various corners of the courtyard and in alleyways, rushed into his mind like a chaotic stream of messages.

The sound of two garments slicing through the wind appeared at the base of the mountain, footsteps approaching rapidly.

Thud thud... thud thud...

Just the distinct sound of footsteps indicated it was Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng.

In the depths of his mind, a needle-like sense of danger suddenly came from the east, pricking momentarily before vanishing, as if it had never existed.

”Hmm!?”

Jiang Dali awoke with a start, tiger eyes opening with a glint of cold light, looking towards the eastern mountains...

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