Chapter 685: Chapter 200: The Ghost King as the Buddhist Sect’s Mount? Daoist Priest Fan Will Cut It Down Just the Same! (10,000-Word Mega Chapter for Subscription)_6

If they were all killed by Fan Wu of the Qiulong Temple, who would know the disgraceful acts it had committed?

But.

The Myriad Sons Ghost King realized that by the time it made such a decision, it was already too late.

It saw a very dazzling white light flash before its eyes, a sword light wielding immense oppressive sword intent!

At that moment, it was as if it heard the buzzing of ten thousand swords!

It saw the omen of its own death!!

In great shock, the Myriad Sons Ghost King knew it was too late to flee, as the golden Buddhist light radiating from its body grew only brighter. It struck out with both palms once again, hoping to shatter the sword light Fan Wu had slashed towards it.

However...

Intense agony forced the Myriad Sons Ghost King’s eyes to widen as it watched its arms being continuously destroyed by that blinding sword light! Its palms were disintegrating, followed by its forearms, and then its upper arms.

That indescribable, intense pain made it involuntarily open its mouth and let out a piercing scream.

The Myriad Sons Ghost King couldn’t remember the last time it had screamed so miserably.

It had completely forgotten.

Only remembered.

It was a long time ago.

"You cannot kill me! You cannot kill me!" The Myriad Sons Ghost King exclaimed in terror as it discovered its arms, torn apart by the sword light, could not regenerate at all—as if they were completely erased from this world.

It shouted desperately, "I have the Buddha behind me! I have the Buddha behind me! I have connections! I have a background!!" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

In its mouth, it spat out a Buddhist talisman and then hurriedly cried out, "Master save me! Master save me!!"

The talisman trembled slightly.

Almost instantly, the talisman burst forth with an extremely dazzling golden light, accompanied by an annoyed and reproving voice, "Evil creature! It’s come to this day that you would use this talisman to contact me? Namo Amitabha Buddha!!"

The Buddhist chant emanating from the talisman actually shattered the sword light Fan Wu had slashed out, but the talisman seemed to dull a bit because of it.

The talisman transformed into a phantom.

It was an old monk.

The old monk looked very old, but he was dressed in a robe like a little novice monk. Clearly, this was not his true body but an incarnation of the old monk’s will.

"Amitabha... Before attaining Buddhahood 300 years ago, I was the abbot of the Inferno Temple of the Great Yan Dynasty. Three hundred years ago, I transcended into a Buddha, and now, I am just a novice monk at the Western Paradise Mountain."

The old monk looked towards Fan Wu, "The creature behind me is my mount. I can see the endless killing karma on it. Donor, rest assured, I will take it back to the Western Paradise Mountain, let it suffer the endless tortures for its crimes, and cleanse the myriad killings it bears."

"At the same time, for the peace of the souls of the deceased, I will chant sutras and carry out transcendence rituals for fifty years, as a form of self-punishment for my lack of oversight. This evil creature has presumably brought much trouble to the mortal world, and I ask the donor for forgiveness."

"I will properly manage this evil creature, persuade it to lay down its butcher’s knife and end its killings, so it can attain Buddhahood on the spot. If the donor is dissatisfied, I am willing to cast it into the eighteen levels of hell," he continued.

"Let this evil creature endure a hundred years of suffering in the eighteen levels of hell, thereby... repaying all the killing karma it owes."

"Oh? Haha!" Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, even Fan Wu had not anticipated it. He laughed abruptly, "What a classic scene."

"A classic scene?" asked the old monk, puzzled.

Fan Wu did not elaborate further—he certainly couldn’t admit he had watched Journey to the West—just grinned and said, "You, with strength not much different from an Earth God, are here giving me instructions? Who do you think you are?!"

"Hm? What?" The old monk was taken aback.

Immediately afterward, the old monk saw Fan Wu raise the Demon-slaying Sword and fiercely strike out a sword towards this direction!

Whoosh!!!

This sword was even more astonishing and swift than the one before.

The old monk’s ghostly visage changed.

He had not at all expected that, upon declaring his identity, the person before him would still attack His mount.

The ghostly figure of the old monk formed by the Buddhist amulet shattered the instant it was touched by the sword light.

One second before shattering.

This so-called monk from Western Paradise Mountain managed to utter only one sentence, "You beast, who have you provoked?!"

The Myriad Sons Ghost King didn’t know how to answer his master’s question. Should he admit his desire to conspire with an Evil God and seek a connection with the Heavenly Demons from beyond this realm?

Once such words were spoken, he felt he would die even faster.

Especially those four words—Heavenly Demons from beyond.

Even in Western Paradise Mountain...

That was a great taboo!

The Myriad Sons Ghost King was even more surprised that, even after bringing up his master, Fan Wu of Qiulong Temple decisively swung down his sword without hesitation... and even mocked his master before letting the sword fall.

It’s... over!

Realizing that his last ace was useless, the Myriad Sons Ghost King totally despaired!

His enormous body was enveloped in the dazzling sword light, and an indescribable sensation of being torn apart spread over his entire body, waves of agony piercing deep into his mind.

Making him scream loudly.

Making him wish for death!

Transforming into a Buddha, he gradually reverted to his original form—a strange creature with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, having a head like an extremely ugly monkey, but a body like a mighty tiger. His body was devoid of any fur, only covered with extremely fine scales.

He... was actually a demon, turned into an evil ghost after death!

The Demon-slaying Sword’s light tore his body to shreds.

The screams, at first, grew louder and louder.

Then, they became smaller and smaller.

His body dissolved and disintegrated as if it were a block of ice under scorching heat. In his eyes, only three expressions remained—regret, pain, and despair!

He was already beyond redemption!

And there was no escape!

[You have successfully killed "Myriad Sons Ghost King," congratulations on receiving Free Attribute Points: 6.1!]

[You have successfully killed "Ghost General under the command of Myriad Sons Ghost King," congratulations on receiving Free Attribute Points...]

[You have successfully killed "Myriad Sons Ghost King..."]

[You have successfully...]

There were no killing notifications for the Ghost Generals and evil minion ghosts that Fan Wu had previously slain... because the Myriad Sons Ghost King possessed a Demon Fetus Secret Technique that could revive these Ghost Generals and evil minion ghosts.

Now that the Myriad Sons Ghost King had been slain by Fan Wu, the notifications for the previously killed Ghost Generals and evil minion ghosts began to arrive belatedly.

Elsewhere.

The Nether Blade Ghost General, now weaponless, was left utterly dumbfounded!

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