Chapter 4436

The passageway was deep and serene, but it was not damp or dark. The surrounding Buddhist power was pure and dense, with a holy aura. It was as if they had arrived at the Buddhist temples in the Buddhist city.

Zi Chen was slightly startled. This was different from what he had imagined.

Sheng Ming, who had followed Zi Chen in, saw this scene and his expression changed.

As a member of the Buddhist race, he knew very well what this meant. For a moment, his face was filled with grief, and even his body began to tremble.

Zi Chen felt the abnormality behind him and turned to look at Sheng Ming.

Sheng Ming said, "To create a place with Buddhist power comparable to a Buddhist temple in an unfamiliar place, the first requirement is a huge Buddhist formation."

"Buddhist formation?"

Zi Chen said with some surprise, "So, a member of the Buddhist race has betrayed us?"

Sheng Ming said painfully, "A Buddhist formation is not something that only members of the Buddhist race can create. It can be done with items from the Buddhist race."

Zi Chen said, "You mean the sarira of the Buddhist race?

There is actually a formation made of sarira here. How many sarira would that require? "

A sarira represented the life of a Buddhist holy spirit. The number of sarira that could be used to create a formation was unimaginable.

Such a big thing had happened, but the Buddhist race had no idea.

What did this mean?

What was the intention of that Worriless who had deliberately led Zi Chen here?

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After Worriless entered the underground, he kept going deeper into the core.

The stroke from before had split his body in two.

There was an independent space in the core. There were more than ten demons in this space, all of them nine stars.

And in the center, there was an existence completely covered in a black robe sitting cross-legged. Beneath him was a Buddhist formation. This formation was completely made of sarira, and it rippled with boundless Buddhist light.

There were nearly a thousand of them.

"Sir."

Worriless walked in and bowed respectfully to the black-robed man.

"You are injured." The black-robed man's tone was indifferent.

"A powerful character came from outside. I could not defeat him, so I led him in."

"What?" The black-robed man's tone became heavier. "You led an outsider into our secret place?

Do you know what this means? "

The gazes of the others that looked at Wuyou also became ice-cold.

This was the greatest secret of the Demon Race for tens of thousands of years. What was the point of drawing the enemy here?

Wuyou explained, "There is a nine-star cultivator inside, as long as we take his relics, our mission will be considered complete."

Luring them into this place and directly opening the door is like killing two birds with one stone. "

There was only one last high-level Sarira left before the Demon Race's grand plan would succeed. A nine-star one was just right.

The gazes of the others that looked at Wuyou warmed up quite a bit.

"Where are they?" the black-robed man asked.

"We should be here soon," Wu You said.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? I'm going to kill them now!"

A demon said angrily as he walked out.

"Don't be impulsive," Wuyou shouted. "He's really strong!"

"That's because you are too weak."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body flew backward and smashed into the Buddha Formation.

Everyone's expression changed as they looked towards the entrance.

"I was wondering where this was. So it was you who lured me to the Devil's Den."

A faint voice sounded as Zi Chen walked in.

When everyone saw Zi Chen, their expressions changed. He was actually a seven-star cultivator.

They looked at Wuyou.

Wuyou said somewhat shamefully, "That's him!"

They looked at their fallen comrade. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face immediately turning pale.

Qing Yi and Sheng Ming walked in. When they saw the number of people here, they were somewhat surprised.

The black-robed man still had his back to the crowd.

Both sides fell into silence, but this silence only lasted for a moment.

"Kill!"

A voice that no one knew who shouted broke the silence in this place.

In an instant, all the demons moved.

However, it was not directed at Zi Chen, but at Shengming.

Sheng Ming's Sarira was something they had to get.

Qing Yi quickly retreated and left through the entrance.

Her reaction was extremely fast, and she had no intention of fighting at all.

In contrast, Sheng Ming called out a Buddhist name and humanely said, "Benefactor, take care of yourself" before retreating.

Zi Chen stood at the entrance, a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, blocking all the attacks.

In the next moment, a fierce battle broke out.

The spear in Zi Chen's hand rippled and moved forward quickly like a golden bolt of lightning.

A nine-star demon's body was pierced through.

This was only an external wound, so it shouldn't be able to kill a nine-star Saint Spirit. But in the next moment, a strong force of death was released from the spear and surged into the demon's sea of consciousness.

The demon's sea of consciousness seemed to have encountered a destructive storm. His powerful soul was constantly being torn apart, shattered, and eventually destroyed.

This was Zi Chen's true combat strength.

In the previous battle with Wuyou, he still held back.

Zi Chen raised the light shield and blocked the attacks. Then, like a dragon, his spear went straight for the second demon's chest.

A long sword suddenly appeared in the demon's hand. He held the sword horizontally in front of him and blocked Zi Chen's spear.

The powerful recoil shook the demon's body and sent him flying backward.

But because of this, he saved his life.

The battle was still going on, and powerful shockwaves continued to surge in this space, which was not very big.

The black-robed man was still sitting cross-legged with his back to everyone. Below him, the sarira formation was intact.

Qing Yi and Sheng Ming stood outside. They could no longer see the situation inside and could only sense the abnormalities through the energy waves.

Neither of them was worried about Zi Chen. They seemed to have great confidence in him.

The battle lasted for a quarter of an hour. The energy waves slowly disappeared.

When it calmed down, the two walked inside.

At first glance, there were corpses everywhere. All the demons had been killed by Zi Chen.

Zi Chen, on the other hand, was leaning against the corner.

His spear and shield were beside him. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and his face was very pale.

"Amitabha, good indeed."

Sheng Ming put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha.

Qing Yi looked at Zi Chen. "That bad?"

Zi Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "These people are not weak."

Not only were they nine stars, but they were also the best of the nine stars. Zi Chen naturally had a hard time fighting them.

Zi Chen stood up again, picked up his spear and shield again, and then looked ahead warily.

The black-robed man still did not turn around, even though his companions died one after another.

He did not speak, did not attack, and did not even use the slightest bit of soul power. He was like a wooden man.

"Amitabha, benefactor. The sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore."

Sheng Ming looked at the black-robed man and said.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, but there is no shore to turn back."

The black-robed man in front finally spoke. His voice carried some vicissitudes and seemed to be tired.

His body turned, revealing the face under the black robe. It was very old.