Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 338: Fallen into the devil?

The mist condensed from sandalwood was like crumpled silk, falling on Liu Jiqian's silver-patterned cloud shoes.

The tip of his sword trembled slightly, and the white jade sword reflected the cinnabar between the brows of the golden Bodhisattva - the holy seal that should have been a pure aura was now pulsating strangely, as if a living creature parasitic under the skin of the holy statue was peeping at the world through this crimson.

"What a nice trick." Liu Jiqian flicked the sword's spine with his finger. The clear sword chant made the necklace on the Bodhisattva's forehead rustle. The sword wind swept across the lotus crown, and the nine layers of golden leaves rustled like rain.

"What kind of Bodhisattva is compassionate to all living beings?"

Ice crystals grew from his fingertips and climbed along the compassionate face of the golden statue. Wherever they passed, the gold paint peeled off, revealing the bluish-gray texture beneath the skin, and black blood gushed out of the cracks like maggots.

"In fact, it uses thousand-year-old sandalwood to cover up the smell of rotting corpses, and nourishes itself with the will and greed of believers—" Liu Jiqian suddenly pressed down with the sword, and black blood oozed out from the peeling gold paint of the "Bodhisattva". "How dare a mere evil spirit claim to be a god?"

The sound of the Buddhist beads colliding was as crisp as breaking jade. Liu Jiqian's wide sleeves fluttered, and the tip of the sword was already against the cinnabar between the Bodhisattva's eyebrows. The green smoke from the incense burner suddenly twisted into a snake shape and wrapped around his frosty wrist bones.

"Click."

The moment the sword tip pierced the cinnabar, the entire Buddhist temple suddenly resounded with the cries of thousands of believers. The gold paint peeled off like a snake's skin, revealing the bluish-gray skin underneath. The flowers offered by the believers instantly rotted on the altar, and the sweet sandalwood exuded a stench like rotten meat.

The sword energy turned into frost flowers all over the sky, and the lotus crown shattered. In the rustling gold powder, he saw the golden ring on the Bodhisattva's earlobe melting and turning into a sticky black liquid that dripped onto the Buddha platform.

The eighteen eternal lamps in the hall exploded at the same time, and the splashing lamp oil condensed into stars in the air, and finally turned into deep red, like blood.

"Donor, why are you angry?"

A seven-treasure necklace suddenly fell from the pillars of the Buddhist temple and entangled Liu Jiqian's wrist.

A compassionate-looking monk came out from behind the curtain, his moon-white robe stained with the warm color of candlelight: "I didn't know that the famous Master Xuan Du is so impatient." His fingertips stroked the golden body, and the outline of a curled up baby was vaguely visible in the cracked flesh of the statue.

"Those fools were willing to sacrifice themselves, each taking what they needed from the other."

Liu Jiqian's expression was gentle, but his sword energy suddenly became fierce. The Crimson Frost Sword was obviously also very upset. It hit the golden body's neck with a buzzing sound, but because of the resistance, it only left a crack.

"Long time no see, Brother Immortal Master."

The sound of the flute broke through the air, softening the sharpness of the sword energy.

Shi Yubai stepped on the fluttering prayer flags and landed in front of the lotus platform. His dark brocade robe was stained with night dew and the golden chain around his neck jingled. It turned out to be the Demon Seal that was lost in the demon world a few years ago and was used to suppress the demons.

Liu Jiqian remained unmoved. The sword energy swept across, and the Bodhisattva's golden crown shattered, revealing densely packed magic patterns under the skin. Those dark purple patterns were exactly the same as the magic seal on Shi Yubai's neck.

"It is indeed the monster you raised." The sword light as bright as snow slashed towards Shi Yubai's door.

"Back then, he stole the Demon-Suppressing Seal just to make this filthy thing? It's neither immortal nor demon, it's neither fish nor fowl."

Shi Yubai turned around to avoid the attack and drew his sword to block the sword's tip. The glazed window reflected the intersecting shadows of the two people, which actually overlapped with the faded picture of Bodhisattva subduing demons on the wall. The incense table exploded with a loud bang, and the fresh fruits on the offering were instantly covered with white frost.

A flash of surprise passed through Liu Jiqian's eyes, then turned fierce.

"The cultivation level has increased so quickly, he must have taken a crooked path..."

The moment the sword energy and the devil's breath collided, the painted caisson on the dome of the Buddhist temple exploded, the devil-suppressing seal on Shi Yubai's neck glowed faintly, and the golden chain wrapped around the sword like a poisonous snake. Liu Jiqian turned around and took a wrong step, and the sole of his boots crushed a half-moon shaped crack on the blue brick.

"clang!"

The phantom collided with the frost blade, and the sparks condensed into blood-red Sanskrit in mid-air.

"I didn't know that Brother Immortal Master wanted me to die so much."

Liu Jiqian's expression remained unchanged: "Death is too easy for you. The shroud woven with the Burning Body Curse really suits you... and -"

There was a cold look between his eyebrows: "I actually hate the name you call me."

Shi Yubai just thought it was because the two of them were now in opposition: "Why is it so? When you brought me back, did you ever think about..."

“I’ve thought about it.” Liu Jiqian suddenly pressed his wrist, the sword energy shattered the ice layer and counterattacked with the devil energy: “I just feel sorry for Yangming. I spent so much effort to teach a white-eyed wolf. You are finally going down this evil path!”

"You talk about Lu Wensheng all the time. You have become the same as those who surround him..." Shi Yubai sighed, looking helpless.

The Crimson Frost Sword danced into a wheel of light, and when it collided with the sword energy it made a clear sound like a chime. Liu Jiqian took advantage of the momentum to fly into the air, and the tip of the sword shattered the seven-treasure necklace hanging from the beams. Fragments of colored glaze flew like rain, and each piece reflected Shi Yubai's eerie smile.

“Hahahaha! What’s the point of teaching me so painstakingly?! What does the overthrow of the cultivation world and the great calamity of the world have to do with me?!”

Black mist poured out from the cracks. Shi Yubai's hand gestures suddenly changed, and the shadow of the vajra went straight to Liu Jiqian's spiritual platform.

"Please bring the demon soul in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden body suddenly opened its eyes, and blood surged in its eyes that should have been compassionate. The golden ring on its earlobe turned into a chain and wrapped around Liu Jiqian's ankle.

The Buddhist temple shook violently, and the gold on the surface of the golden body began to peel off, revealing the true appearance with green face and fangs underneath. The necklace in the monk's hand broke into pieces, and the Buddhist beads rolled to Shi Yubai's feet and were crushed into powder by him.

Liu Jiqian's sword pierced Shi Yubai's shoulder blade, but he saw that the golden body's sharp claws were only three inches away from his throat. The blood-stained monk's robe covered the Jiangshuang sword, and the Buddha's blood and demonic energy entangled and seeped into the sword body.

Liu Jiqian saw his own scarlet pupils in Shi Yubai's eyes. The monk next to him held up the blood-stained certificate and said, "The difference between immortal and demon is just a thought."

"Under this golden body is the remnant soul of the previous Demon Lord, but it is specially prepared for you... Soon, you will have to personally deal with Yang Ming, whom you have been thinking about so much..."

Shi Yubai's mouth curled up, Liu Jiqian frowned slightly, and the sword's momentum suddenly changed. The frosty blade pierced through Shi Yubai's left shoulder again, and blood splashed into the golden body's eye sockets. The Bodhisattva's drooping eyelashes suddenly trembled.

"What do you mean the first person who has the hope of becoming an immortal..." Shi Yubai's voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of bewitching. He didn't care at all about being pierced. He was crawling madly in a calm and happy state.

"Become a fallen immortal! This is your destiny!"

The sword light fell like a snow waterfall, but when it touched the magic pattern, it splashed rouge color.

Liu Jiqian's pupils suddenly shrank - he didn't know when a spider-web-like black air had wrapped around his wrist, and was drilling into his heart along his blood vessels, and even the body of the Crimson Frost sword was covered with spider-web-like black lines.

Thunder exploded outside the hall, and cinnabar burst into blood on Liu Jiqian's forehead. Demonic patterns spread from his neck to the corners of his eyes. He looked at his bloody hands blankly. The Buddhist beads that were wrapped around his wrists broke at some point, and golden lotus seeds rolled all over the ground.

At the same time, a stream of light flew out of the temple.

At the last moment when being swallowed by the evil spirit, he chewed on his only concern.

"Yangming..."