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369: Luosha's conspiracy touched his bad luck

“Since you are unwilling, then we shall each rely on our own abilities and see who truly prevails!”

“Blood Kill, come, let us fight one more round!”

The Rakshasa Mercenary Group Leader’s face flushed with anger, and he shouted loudly.

“Hmph!!!”

“If you want to fight, then fight! When has Blood Kill ever been afraid!”

The Hall Master of Blood Kill Hall snorted coldly, his eyes sinister and ruthless!

He even revealed a hint of grievance!

If it weren't for these two ants, he would have already taken the profound yellow stone stele.

He could have completely relied on it to forge a weapon to his liking!

It would even be enough to become his destined artifact!

Perhaps after refining it for decades, or even a hundred years, it could even advance to a very powerful—

Great Power Dharma Weapon!

And it could grow with him, with a Sacred Artifact in sight for the future.

But now, he was actually blocked by these two!

And they even wanted to split it with him!

How could he bear this? How could he be willing?

They were merely relying on the advantage of their weapons, and yet they wanted to be on equal footing with him, a Half-Step Great Power?

His cultivation level was fully displayed, manifesting a vast sea of blood and mountains of corpses!

Floating erratically in the Void Realm!

Surrounding the Blood Kill Dharma Body, making him appear like a killing Dao God!

Killing to overturn heaven and earth, causing widespread suffering!

Making people tremble in horror!

The three Dharma Bodies, one black, one gold, and one red, occupied a corner of heaven and earth!

The aftermath was vast, and the divine power was endless!

Just as they were about to collide fiercely again, the Rakshasa Evil Ghost Body suddenly paused!

And quickly retreated!

Then it rushed towards the profound yellow stone stele, and one of its black giant arms stretched out!

A sinister ghostly claw extended, directly uprooting the ancient stele!

And, without the slightest hesitation!

He immediately fled, extremely decisive!

However, the Vajra Arhat Body did not retreat, but chose to advance bravely!

Colliding fiercely with the blood-colored Dharma Body.

The Hall Master of Blood Kill Hall, realizing it belatedly, was instantly furious and shocked, his eyes wide open!

He was so angry he almost spat blood!

How could he not know that he had clearly been tricked by the Rakshasa Mercenary Group Leader!

“Get lost!”

The blood-colored Dharma Body sent him flying!

Just as the Hall Master of Blood Kill Hall was about to pursue, the Golden Body Arhat once again stepped forward!

And blocked him.

The Middle-aged Arhat shook his head, sighed softly, and said:

“Amitabha!”

“Benefactor, why bother with this? It would be better to lay down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha on the spot!”

“You bald donkey!”

“One thing to my face, another behind my back!

I didn’t expect!

You are also a despicable and cunning person, daring to collude with that Rakshasa!

To deceive me together!”

The Hall Master of Blood Kill Hall was about to explode with rage, his eyes fixed on him!

His face revealed undisguised killing intent!

“Good, good, good!”

“This venerable one will surely dismember you, you bald donkey, into ten thousand pieces today!

Otherwise, my hatred will not be appeased!

From now on, whenever I see another bald donkey, this venerable one will kill every single one!

This venerable one will be endlessly hostile with you, and will slaughter all of you Buddhist practitioners—

Until none remain!”

In his fury, the Hall Master of Blood Kill Hall no longer pursued the Rakshasa!

Instead, he completely fixated on the Middle-aged Arhat!

Enveloping his blood-colored Dharma Body, which had once again surged to eight thousand zhang high!

He charged towards the opponent with a thunderous killing intent!

With a posture that he would surely kill and dismember him, endlessly hostile!

The Middle-aged Arhat’s face revealed a hint of bitterness!

He secretly glanced at the constantly receding Rakshasa figure!

But he did not retreat because of this!

He continued to step forward, preparing to stall him for a while longer!

At the same time, he sighed softly!

In the vast Void Realm, a murmur echoed—

“If I don’t go to Hell, who will go to Hell!”

“Utterly hypocritical!”

The Hall Master of Blood Kill Hall grew even angrier!

...On the other side!

The Rakshasa Mercenary Group Leader, who was rapidly fleeing, looked back slightly!

Seeing that his so-called “Senior Brother” had indeed blocked the Hall Master of Blood Kill Hall!

His heart, which had been hanging high, immediately settled down!

He couldn’t help but be overjoyed!

If this were the case, this ancient stele, forged from profound yellow stone—

Would be theirs!

Of course!

If his “Senior Brother” unfortunately perished in that battle!

That would undoubtedly be even better.

Then he would be able to swallow this ancient stele whole, making it his own!

Belonging only to him!

At that time!

He could refine this ancient stele into his destined artifact.

And it would grow with him!

As for him now!

He only needed to find a hidden place to hide in the No Mans Land.

As long as he wasn’t found by the Hall Master of Blood Kill Hall.

He would just wait for the Middle-aged Arhat to come and share this stele with him!

“One month, just one month!”

He secretly pondered in his heart, if he hadn't come after a month.

Then—

Everything would be completely his.

At the same time, in the deepest part of his heart, he was silently praying!

Hoping that the Hall Master of Blood Kill Hall would be powerful enough!

Preferably... to keep his Senior Brother!

But just then!

“Moo!!!”

A distant Cow mooing came floating, interrupting his joyful thoughts!

His brows immediately furrowed.

He looked up!

He saw a tall figure in white, sitting cross-legged on a green ox.

Its four hooves trod on the Void Realm, speeding towards him.

“An Ancient Exotic Species, from the Great Strength Bull Demon Clan?”

“Only True Venerable Realm?!!!”

The Rakshasa’s eyes showed disdain, and he couldn’t help but sneer!

A calf only at the True Venerable Realm!

How dare it run so deep into this Ancient Battlefield!

Moreover, it even dared to disturb his enjoyment!

Truly—

Ignorant of death!

Looking at the approaching man and ox, a cold glint appeared in the depths of his pupils.

He raised a hand!

Rolling black Qi permeated, and ghostly wails echoed, exuding a cold and deathly aura.

As if from the Void Realm—

A ferocious and ugly ghostly claw extended, grabbing towards them.

Seemingly wanting to crush them into a bloody mist!

Although he couldn't see through the cultivation level of the white-clothed figure!

But it was most likely that he had cultivated a method of concealment!

After all!

What he was riding was just a bull demon at the True Venerable Realm!

With such a mount!

How powerful could his cultivation level be!

In his opinion!

Although the Great Strength Bull Demon Clan was known as the descendant of Sacred Beasts!

Flowing with the noble Bloodline of ancient times!

Comparable to the Sage forces of the Human Race, it had long since declined!

The strongest in their clan was probably only at the Great Power Realm.

With his current strength!

If they really came looking, even if he couldn't defeat them, he was confident he could escape!

Moreover, he had already planned to go into hiding for a period of time!

So—

No matter what kind of bull it was, if he killed it, then he killed it!

It was done casually!

No big deal.

“Hehehe!”

“To blame...”

“You can only blame yourselves for being unlucky!”

“Who told you to provoke me and make this venerable one unhappy!”

The Rakshasa sneered repeatedly!

As if he had already seen the man and ox turn into dust under his ghostly claw!

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