103: Chapter 103: The Slaughter of Seven Cities, and the Sudden Appearance of the Eighth-Rank Lotus Platform

It did not take White Luan and the others long; in just three days, they had once again razed over eighty percent of the cities in the entire Great Qian Dynasty.

Over ninety percent of the living beings' blood Qi had been completely devoured by them. However, after absorbing the blood Qi before them, Elder Mo Ya's expression held not a hint of joy; instead, it was frighteningly gloomy.

"The blood Qi of these Mortals... the further we go, the less effective it becomes." He spread his withered palm, a wisp of thin blood Qi coiling around his fingers before dissipating. "We devoured the entire Great Qian Dynasty, yet it only restored about ten percent of our strength."

Hei Tu's stomach gave a timely rumble at this moment: "I say, Big Sister! Now that the Lieyang and Great Qian of the Central Region have been pretty much devoured by the three of us, where do we go next? The Eastern Region? Although it is smaller than the Central Region, the population is not much different. If we can devour the entire Eastern Region, it shouldn't be difficult for you and me to restore our strength to fifty percent."

"The Eastern Region?" Elder Mo Ya sneered, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes. "If we're going to do it, let's do something big. Do you still remember that bunch of bald donkeys in the Western Region? Before we were sealed, they 'contributed' quite a bit in the battles against our 'Ten Fierce Generals'... Their Legacy must still hold some good things."

White Luan, who had been silent all along, suddenly exuded a murderous aura upon hearing the words 'bald donkeys,' as if recalling something: "That's right... those bald donkeys didn't hold back when striking at us back then. Their flesh and blood are a great tonic. Our next target is the Western Region."

With White Luan's word, the three of them instantly transformed into three streaks of light and sped toward the west.

An hour later, the first city on the edge of the Western Region, "Border Buddha City," was already within sight.

Inside the city at this moment, many monks dressed in monk robes were walking slowly, and there were also devout believers kneeling and praying for blessings.

"Heh... so many years have passed, and this Western Region is still the same?" Hei Tu grinned, revealing ghastly white teeth, his eyes filled with excitement.

He raised his hand and pressed down with a palm strike!

A pitch-black giant palm that blotted out the sky condensed out of thin air and crashed down with a boom!

Half of the city wall collapsed and shattered instantly, with dust and smoke rising into the sky.

Terrified screams rang out continuously from within the city. Hei Tu seemed unsatisfied and slapped toward the city several more times.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Border Buddha City, which had been peaceful and tranquil just a moment ago, had now been reduced to ruins, with blood flowing like a river and everyone dead.

"Dinner time." White Luan was expressionless, but the bloodlust in her eyes could not be concealed at all.

In an instant, three dense streams of blood Qi transformed into three currents, flowing endlessly into their mouths and noses.

Just as the three of them were about to finish devouring the blood Qi of this entire city.

"Evil spawn! How dare you do this!!"

A furious roar came from afar!

The sound wave rolled, actually dispersing the residual bloody scent in the air by quite a bit.

A middle-aged monk dressed in gray monk robes, his face filled with rage, was seen speeding over from a distance.

When he stood firm and saw the tragic scene below, especially the scattered broken monk robes and severed limbs, he was even more furious.

"Slaughtering living beings, destroying cities and lands, you Devil Heads, your sins are monstrous, you deserve to enter the Infinite Hell!!" The gray-robed monk pointed at Elder Mo Ya and the others, shouting sternly.

"Hmm!?" Elder Mo Ya narrowed his eyes to size up the newcomer. When he saw the mark on the other's monk robe, a strange smile appeared on his face: "I wondered who it was; it turns out to be just a little bald donkey at the ninth level of the Spirit Wandering Realm. What, you alone want to come and 'subdue demons and eliminate devils'? Have all the old fogeys of your Kasyapa Temple died out?"

"Evil heretics, stop being so arrogant! To deal with you, it is not yet the turn of those Elders to make a move..." Before the gray-robed monk could finish speaking, Hei Tu, who had long been impatient, suddenly opened his giant mouth.

At the same time, behind the gray-robed monk, the Void Realm suddenly twisted, and a giant mouth filled with sharp teeth appeared out of thin air, swallowing the monk in one gulp!

"Gulp." The giant mouth closed and vanished.

Hei Tu patted his stomach and burped with satisfaction: "Tsk, the taste is not bad. As expected, a monk at the ninth level of the Spirit Wandering Realm is much more delicious than those Mortals, and the blood Qi even carries a bit of Buddha Power; quite nourishing."

"You fatty, you moved quite fast! I was just about to make a move, but you beat me to it!" Elder Mo Ya looked at Hei Tu and said in a somewhat snide manner.

But Hei Tu did not care at all, clearly long accustomed to his old partner.

"Let's go! Continue west." White Luan, who was to the side, said coldly.

The three figures turned into a wind of death, sweeping toward the heart of the Western Region.

One, two, three... seven consecutive cities in the Western Region were successively turned into dead zones within just one day.

Whether civilians or monks, regardless of their cultivation level, they were all like ants before Elder Mo Ya and the three of them, ruthlessly devoured.

Such unbridled slaughter finally completely enraged the true Dominator of the Western Region.

When the three of them arrived at the eighth grand city of the Buddha Temple and were just preparing to do the same,

A burst of Sanskrit chants suddenly resounded between heaven and earth, and golden light bloomed from the west, illuminating half the sky.

An eight-petal lotus throne, which seemed to be cast entirely from pure gold, broke through the clouds and stood before the three of them.

A magnificent voice came from the center of the lotus throne, echoing between heaven and earth:

"The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and you will reach the shore. The three benefactors have committed grave sins; if you retreat now, you may still be left with a glimmer of life. If you remain obsessed and continue forward, do not blame our Buddhist sect for using all its strength to suppress you."

This voice contained vast Buddha Power, attempting to cleanse the fierce blood Qi surrounding the three of them.

Elder Mo Ya's eyes turned cold, but the sinister smile on his face grew even wider: "Playing god and acting like a ghost! A single lotus throne wants to stop us?"

As soon as his voice fell, his withered claws had already reached out, and a black light shot out, slamming fiercely into that eight-petal golden lotus throne!

However, the golden light only rippled slightly, and that streak of black Qi dissolved rapidly like ice and snow meeting the sun. Instead, a force of counter-shock spread back along the attack, causing Elder Mo Ya's arm to go numb and his blood and Qi to churn slightly.

"Eh? You bald donkey, you actually have some Dao cultivation!" Seeing this, a flash of surprise crossed White Luan's eyes, but it only drew her attention; it was not enough to make her wary.

Pointing her fingers like a sword, a sharp Sword Qi burst forth, also shooting toward the lotus throne!

Clang!

As if striking ancient divine gold, the Sword Qi shattered, and the golden light remained stable, but White Luan, who was a notch stronger than Elder Mo Ya, frowned.

Hei Tu let out an angry roar and wanted to try again, but was stopped by Elder Mo Ya's gaze.

The three of them quickly exchanged a look.

Their injuries had not yet healed, and their strength at this moment was far from their Peak; this eight-petal lotus throne was clearly an extraordinary Buddhist treasure, and they might not benefit from a head-on collision.

"Hmph, let's retreat for today and come back another day to demand an explanation from them here." Elder Mo Ya glanced at the lotus throne sinisterly. "Let's go!"

Three streaks of light disappeared into the horizon in an instant, abandoning the plan to continue advancing west.

The eight-petal golden lotus throne that had been suspended in the sky continued to rotate quietly for a moment, and after confirming that the three had truly gone far away, it turned into a streak of light and flew back to the west.

However, right in the center of the Western Region, within a meditation room deep in an ancient temple.

An old monk with a withered face, draped in a golden cassock and sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat, slowly opened his eyes.

A trace of golden blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the bloodstain, a trace of shock and wariness flashing in his eyes that had been as still as an ancient well.

"To be able to shake my mind and cause a backlash against me even through the protection of the eight-petal golden lotus throne..." His brow furrowed tightly, and his expression sank instantly. "These three... what exactly is their origin?"