Gold powder was scattered all over the sky, like an extravagant funeral.
After the Sakyamuni Golden Body statue, which had been worshiped by Western Desert mortals for thousands of years, collapsed, no rock base or soil Ruins was exposed.
The ground collapsed and cracked in all directions, revealing a Abyss with a diameter of a thousand feet.
This is not a natural subsidence, but a carefully carved huge Funnel.
Abyss presents a spiral downward structure, with circles of rock walls spiraling and extending, leading straight to the bottomless center of the earth.
On the spiraling rock wall, tens of thousands of shrines are densely carved. At a glance, they are as dense as a honeycomb, making your scalp numb.
In every shrine, there is a statue of Golden Body sitting cross-legged.
They are neither clay sculptures nor wood carvings. The figures of those sitting cross-legged have dry and collapsed flesh, tightly attached to the bones. The body surface is covered with thick gold paint, which seals the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and seven orifices, locking the last bite in the body Innate Fetal Breath.
Although these Golden Body are not breathing, there are still extremely weak ups and downs in the chest, which is the breath that is forcibly suspended by the secret method.
Under the gaze of Fang Mo's pair of faint yellow eyes, this is not Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage's holy land. It is clearly a huge morgue used for preservation.
Thousands of red Karma Threads extend from the Tianling Caps of these withered monks, like an intricate network of blood vessels, and finally converge towards the bottom of Abyss.
There is a mass of Chaos darkness there. In Netherworld Ghost Eye's field of vision, the darkness is like a heart that is still beating weakly, greedily devouring the entire Buddhist Kingdom's thousands of years of incense and vitality.
These powers are purified and transformed by the heart, turning into a grey-black viscous energy, which is then fed back to these eminent monks sleeping on the rock wall.
"What a big game of chess."
Fang Mo stood on the edge of Abyss, his robes rustled by the dark wind rising from the ground.
He was wondering before, the dignified Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom has been passed down for thousands of years, why did the Abbot Guangzhi and the so-called Three Living Buddhas that just jumped out, the highest strength is only Organ Refining Realm Peak, and he didn't even see a serious Meridian Opening Realm.
It turns out that the ones who can really fight are all standing up here.
The aura at the top of these Golden Body Arhat is already the early stage of the Meridian Opening Realm. The further down, the more ancient, decayed but terrifying pressure becomes heavier.
In the very depths of Abyss, Fang Mo even sensed a few breaths that made him feel palpitating.
The inheritance of Great Thunderclap Temple does not rely on incense at all, but on cannibalism.
The millions of believers above are First Layer nourishment, supporting the monks on the ground; the monks on the ground are Second Layer nourishment, supporting the sleepers in the shallow underground; and as these layers are exploited downwards, all the Essence, Qi, and Spirit eventually gather at the bottom of the Funnel.
This is a huge feeding cycle, a perfect closed loop of cannibalism.
"That's... Cave Heaven Realm's old monster?"
Jie Se Monk came to the side of Abyss and took a look. His face turned pale with fright, and the string of Prayer Beads that had been coiled in his hand almost dropped.
"This is the top-secret forbidden technique of Kushan Dharma! Great Thunderclap Temple. In order to survive, these Old Bald Donkey have transformed themselves into Golden Body. They fall into suspended animation on weekdays to delay the passage of life. Once they wake up, it is time to fight for their lives."
Jie Se swallowed, turned to look at Fang Mo, his eyes full of desire for survival, "Fang Shizhu, this hornet's nest is huge. Although we are fierce, we can't stand up to the fact that eighteen generations of our ancestors are buried here."
"Hornet's nest?" Fang Mo sneered, turned around and kicked away a piece of gravel blocking the road, "This is a maggot nest."
"Then... are you still fighting?" Iron Bull asked angrily. The Iron Rod in his hand had already been beaten and deformed in the previous fight, and was covered with gold paint and flesh and blood, but the Fighting Spirit on his body was not gone, and the pair of Ox Eyes were full of honest and fierce light.
"Hit me." Fang Mo turned around without hesitation and grabbed the back of Iron Bull's neck, "We are here to collect debts. After receiving the debts, are we still here to follow others?"
The breaths underground become more and more terrifying the further you go down. Especially the obscure waves in the deepest part make people's legs cramp.
Even though Fang Mo has just Containment Liver God King, he is not arrogant enough to think that he can challenge this old Monster lair that has been buried for thousands of years.
Take it when you see it, and keep it safe. This is the principle of a debt collector.
"Withdraw."
Fang Mo's body swayed, taking the lead and rushing towards Mountain Gate.
The moment Fang Mo turned around.
Among Ruins, Child Living Buddha, who was injured by Sorrow Mist Divine Soul and whose face was covered with blood at the moment, struggled to crawl out of the pile of rocks. The Red Robe on his body had long been shattered, and the original sense of aloofness and holiness was gone, leaving only the appearance of a gambler who was red-eyed after losing.
He looked at the collapsed Golden Body and the underground purgatory exposed to the sky. His old eyes revealed extreme malice and madness.
Golden Body was shattered, God King was taken away, and Great Thunderclap Temple's thousand-year plan was ruined.
He became Great Thunderclap Temple's sinner and the chief culprit who destroyed the foundation.
If you can't survive, then no one can survive.
"Destroy my foundation... ruin my plans..."
Child Living Buddha's voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. With trembling hands, he took out a simple-looking Bone Flute from his arms. This Bone Flute was not an extraordinary thing. It was pale in color, stained with some red and white things, and exuded a sickly sweet smell.
Poof!
Without any hesitation, he suddenly pierced the sharp end of Bone Flute into his heart.
The blood did not spurt out, but instead poured into the flute body along the lines of Bone Flute. After Bone Flute sucked the hot blood from his heart, its whole body became as red as blood, emitting bursts of heart-stopping red light.
Woo--!
An extremely shrill flute sounded.
The sound was not high-pitched, but extremely sharp. It was not transmitted through the air, but acted directly on Divine Soul. It was a sacrifice of the soul. It was the last generation of Living Buddha who used his own life to ring the death knell to awaken his ancestors.
"Old Ancestor Save me!!!"
This roar, followed by the huge Funnel, progressed layer by layer, exploding in the underground space.
The originally dead underground purgatory suddenly came to life.
Click.
Deep in Funnel, about a thousand feet away, there is a three-foot-tall Purple-Gold Arhat Golden Body, with a crack in the gold paint on its eyelids.
Immediately afterwards.
Click, click, click.
It's like knocking down the first piece of Bone Card.
Countless cracking sounds sounded underground.
A pair of eyes that had been sealed for hundreds of years were opened in this dim space. There was no mercy in those eyes, only the tyranny of being disturbed from their sleep, and the greed of seeing something new Blood Food.
Boom!
An indescribable terrifying pressure rushed out of the ground like a volcano erupting.
Fang Mo felt that the air behind him instantly became as thick as molten iron. It was a suffocating feeling that he was about to be rejected by the whole world.
"Run!"
Fang Mo shouted loudly without any hesitation.