The Emperor Reigns Them All

Chapter 360 Fighting Again

Chapter 360 Fighting Again

Watching Huang Jingyuan die under Li Ye’s sword, the cultivators of the Immortal Court were all indignant and screaming deafeningly. Chen Jizhen’s heart even ached, and he could not help spitting out a large mouth of blood.

He widened his eyes like bronze bells and stared at Li Ye with anger. Bristling with anger, he said, “You are an ant-like mortal! How dare you murder immortals, how dare you! What you did today would anger the Immortal Court. Your death will be definite and well deserved. Even your patriarchal clan will be punished by the Immortal Court...”

Unlike Huang Jingyuan’s calmness at the last moment, Chen Jizhen did not have such a state of mind.

As a brave and advancing mainstay of the seventy-two Earth Devils, he could not doubt himself in front of the enemy. His position and character had been destined that he would not cry even if a coffin were in front of him and he would not give up even if the Yellow River blocked his way. So he was cursing angrily.

His brawl suddenly stopped, yet Li Ye hadn’t moved. Someone had sent him into the coffin.

When the Feihong Bodhisattva retracted her hand again, Chen Jizhen had fallen to the ground with his limbs twisted. He was bleeding profusely from the head, and the shallow pit under him was a little deeper.

At this point, in response to the current chaotic situation in the world of the divine land Jiuzhou, the seventy two Earth Devils that the Immortal Court sent to clear the barriers and stabilize the order of rule was now a group without a leader.

After Chen Jizhen and Huang Jingyuan died, the remaining cultivators of the Immortal Court did not last long. Soon, there were no surviving Immortal Court cultivators left on the field.

Only four or five demon clan cultivators were still able to stand, and two or three seriously wounded could only sit against the wall. The battle power of the Land Buddhism monks was almost twice as that of the demon clan cultivators.

As the winners of the side-by-side operation, their common opponents were now dead. But they had no intention of easing up and celebrating. All the cultivators looked weird, and the positions on which the two sides stood were distinct.

Not only the positions were clearly defined, but the cultivators on both sides were very alert towards each other.

Beyond being alert, it was already a murderous surge.

As time went by quietly, their alertness had gradually turned into the hostility towards the Land Buddhism monks and the unyielding spirit of the demon clan cultivators in the face of death. The atmosphere became tenser, and everyone’s heartstrings gradually tightened.

As time passed quietly, the tight heartstrings would eventually reach the extreme.

Once the strings broke, it would be the time they could no longer stand still.

The eyes of the cultivators on both sides fell on Li Ye and Feihong Bodhisattva, intentionally or unintentionally.

They decided when the cultivators on both sides would attack.

At this moment, Li Ye and Feihong Bodhisattva were sharing the spoils.

Unlike the cultivators of the demon clan and the Land Buddhism monks who were at loggerheads, they were like old friends, squatting in front of the bodies of Chen Jizhen and Huang Jingyuan and talking.

Li Ye received Chen Jizhen’s streamer, and handed Huang Jingyuan’s eight trigrams plate to Feihong Bodhisattva. “Although you may despise this Magic Treasure, it is better than nothing.”

The Feihong Bodhisattva glanced at the eight trigrams plate, and surprisingly, she did not refuse but instead put it away.

The two stood up and looked at the cultivators from both sides. The scene in front of them reminded them that no matter what kind of tacit understanding and trust they had, how they cooperated, and what kind of results they achieved, their relationship with each other was essentially unchanged.

The Feihong Bodhisattva did not drink, and did not tilt her head when she was speaking. Her slender and long hand touched the jade bottle. Her clear voice was like a mountain stream, meaning it was inexplicable, “For Land Buddhism, descending to the world this time is important. For me, descending to the world is just a journey. There are so many things in the world like Ganges. There are endless turbulences in the Ganges. Things in the world come and go. It is more interesting to be a person who looks at the scenery than a person in the painting.”

These words seemed simple, but in fact had a lot of information and profound meaning. It even included Feihong Bodhisattva’s three outlooks and the positioning of their own existence. If it were a Great Cultivator, he won’t dare to answer easily.

However, Li Ye was a man who could talk with the Feihong Bodhisattva for three days and nights. He smiled and added, “You’re not a bystander, so why speak of being one?”

The Feihong Bodhisattva’s fingers that were on the Jade Vase paused slightly, and she was silent.

Traveling around the world, being a person who appreciated the scenery, and discovering interesting people and things on horseback were joyful and free like the wind.

This was the spiritual life that countless cultivators wanted.

If this was also the pursuit of the Feihong Bodhisattva, then it also meant that she was destined not to get it.

She was the big Bodhisattva of Land Buddhism, and her status was equal to that of Manjushri and Samantabhadra. She had great cultivation and great burdens.

Any person with status would be imprisoned by their identity, and that was the positions that were in.

It was anything but easy to shed these shackles of identity and pursue freedom.

Buddhism always said that out of the three thousand lands of Buddhism, the main bodies were only Tianzhu, the Western Regions and other places.

A hundred years ago, when the Sasanian dynasty invaded eastward, Tianzhu was in a period of division and chaos. Decades ago, when the descendants of Muhammad occupied the northwest of Tianzhu, and Islamic cultivators officially invaded Tianzhu. Now, the Holy Buddhism had to prepare for a decisive battle with Allah to maintain Buddhism position in Tianzhu.

There was another incentive that the Holy Buddha was forced to have a decisive battle with Allah, over the years, using the time when Islam conquering Tianzhu, the Brahmans had grown stronger and had threatened the Land Buddhism’s rule over Tianzhu from the inside.

Brahman was the “demon clan” of Tianzhu.

The role of Islamic cultivators in Tianzhu was just like the role of Buddhism monks in the Tang Empire. The only difference was that one’s intrusion had succeeded and one had not.

In addition, in the Western Regions, all the countries had been occupied by the Uighurs and the Ming religions. It was only a matter of time before the collapse of the Buddhism faith in the people of the Western Regions.

The situation of the Land Buddhism was so endangered that if they could not survive in the Tang Empire, where would they go once they lost Tianzhu again?

Under such circumstances, the Feihong Bodhisattva’s personal pursuit of spiritual practice could only give way to the overall situation of survival and decline of Land Buddhism.

This was also the meaning of Li Ye’s phrase, “As a man in the game, why talk about being a bystander?”

Li Ye tucked his hands in his sleeves, and then sighed. “For ordinary people, if you have a lot of money, you can do whatever you want. But for cultivators, you can’t do anything without seeing the Great Tao and reaching the realm of sage.”

Feihong Bodhisattva glanced at Li Ye and added, “You are wrong.”

Li Ye was stunned. “I am wrong?”

The Feihong Bodhisattva turned her gaze and added lightly, “When you understand where you are wrong, your enlightenment will go further.”

Li Ye smiled, “I respect the teachings of the Bodhisattva.”

The Feihong Bodhisattva said nothing.

They were both silent.

The silence, which came suddenly and logically, lasted for a long time.

After a long time, Feihong Bodhisattva spoke slowly. She stared at the purple-blue power grid that had reached the city wall and whispered, “This time, I have seen many people and things, and you are the most interesting one. If it were any other day, I would want to talk to you for another three years.”

Li Ye smiled purely, “Three years is not long.”

There was a touch of faintness in Feihong Bodhisattva’s eyes. For her, three years was not long, because she had gone through many years.

What she didn’t know was that for Li Ye, who was a Great Cultivator in the previous life, three years was also not long.

At that time, he just had no lucky chance to become an immortal, but he was stuck in the real state of Yang Spiritual Master for hundreds of years. During this period, he traveled the world, saw much scenery, and had deep comprehending.

In that turbulent world of information explosion, hundreds of years were like tens of millions of years.

If it weren’t so, he would not be able to use a lot of techniques, and he would not be so involved in the Great Tao.

The Feihong Bodhisattva took a deep look at Li Ye and took a slow breath, “When you divided the spoils, you didn’t give me Huang Jingyuan’s copper block.”

Li Ye laughed, “It is not necessary. What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine.”

The Feihong Bodhisattva nodded.

She stopped talking.

There was a three feet blue sword in her hand.

A layer of misty green light on the blade of the Luke sword lit up, like a flame.

The best defense was offense; he sliced towards the Feihong Bodhisattva.

The Feihong Bodhisattva also wielded her sword.

The two swords intersected, making a crisp sound. In the Spiritual Qi that flickered like sparks, the figures of the two suddenly coincided, and then separated immediately.

They joined suddenly, and then split immediately.

Their bodies flew like light birds and the sword shadows flashed. Death or life was determined in an instant.

The demon clan cultivators and Land Buddhism monks on the field did not move at this moment. Not only they did not move, but even their tension between them was gone. Because they both turned around and focused their attention on Li Ye and Feihong Bodhisattva who were battling.

It was a life-and-death fight, and the outcome determined the fate of the cultivators on both sides.

If Feihong Bodhisattva killed Li Ye, the demon clan cultivators would naturally die.

If Li Ye had the ability to kill then Feihong Bodhisattva, then these Land Buddhism monks could not harm him.

Li Ye’s eyes looked like iron, and the Feihong Bodhisattva’s eyebrows looked like swords.

They were in close combat. Not flying over the walls, they were fighting only in the space of the small courtyard. Their sword light splattered like ink, and the clanging sounds kept ringing. The sound of metal penetrating the skin erupted from time to time, and streams of blood flowed, splashing like snow.

There were more and more wounds on their bodies. Their robes were turning red, and the outcome was getting closer.

But the closer the outcome seemed to be, the harder it was to determine who would come out on top.

A full quarter had passed, Li Ye’s eyes looked like iron, and Feihong Bodhisattva’s eyebrows still were like swords.

But later, the frequency of injuries on both sides did not increase, but decreased.

The cultivators witnessed the battle on both sides and all had different looks. Some were serious, some were confused, some were sighing, some were dazed, some were furious, some were indifferent, some were painful, and some were tangled. But no matter what their expressions and minds were, they did not act rashly.

The outcome of life and death was only between Li Ye and the Feihong Bodhisattva.

The two did not have time for nonsense, and they were just fighting.

Perhaps the next moment, one of them would fall and no longer able to get up.

Finally, the limit was reached.

With a bang, there was a huge burst of noise outside the city. The cultivators on both sides looked back and saw that a purple-blue Power Grid had entered the city. Wherever the thunderbolt went, a continuous explosion ignited, the city walls were blasted, the houses were leveled, and the forest turned into ash.

Even the so-called thunderstorm Kalpa was nothing more than what was happening.

While the entire ruins was destroyed and devoured inch by inch, it also shook violently, as if an earthquake struck, which was a chain reaction caused by the explosion. Cultivators on both sides were wobbling.

In the courtyard, Li Ye and Feihong Bodhisattva were still fighting.

In their understanding, only if they killed one another before the power grid came, and be the only surviving cultivators camp, could the light curtain of blockade outside the city open up and they could leave here. Prior to this, it was impossible for the cultivators from both sides to leave the ruins.

Li Ye and Feihong Bodhisattva must kill the opponent as soon as possible.

But the victory and defeat remained undecided.

The cultivators on both sides stabilized their bodies while staring at the two, they were all nervous.

Victory and defeat must be decided before the purple-blue grid got to them. One of them must fall. Otherwise they would both have to die.

But suddenly things changed.

In the middle of the ruins, a huge white beam of light suddenly rose to the sky!

There were no clouds in the secret region, and the sky was a complete blue curtain. At this moment, the white beam of light was like a miracle, connecting the sky and land.

Everyone looked towards the white beam of light with shock, surprise, confusion and joy in their eyes.

In the center of the beam of light, there was a tomahawk part hanging, which was dazzling like never before.