Just as Ancient Buddha regretted his decision, Chen Changming's attack had already arrived.
Ancient Buddha opened his mouth and spat out a Cattail Flower.
The Cattail Flower instantly unfurled countless tentacles, reaching for the black sword light.
At the same time.
Ancient Buddha gathered all his strength and threw punch after punch, trying to deal Chen Changming a heavy blow.
But he had still underestimated Chen Changming.
Now that Chen Changming had broken through to the Spirit Transformation realm, his strength had become terrifying beyond measure.
Especially after cultivating the Immortal Furnace Body-Forging Art, the power and defense of his physical body had reached an utterly horrifying level.
Sword light flashed.
The blood-colored tentacles snapped one after another, shooting in all directions.
The Cattail Flower recoiled in pain and twisted away in an eerie flash.
Boom! Boom!
Ancient Buddha's iron fists slammed into the Slaughter Demon Sword again and again.
Sword light churned, and Ancient Buddha's fists and arms were instantly sliced open, the blade cutting straight into the bone.
"Hmm?"
As the sword body cut into Ancient Buddha's flesh, Chen Changming discovered not only a vast number of tentacles, but also a familiar black energy.
It was extremely similar to when Mo Lihai had invaded him back then.
The thought merely flashed through his mind. Chen Changming and Ancient Buddha were now locked in a fight to the death—once he had gained the upper hand, how could he possibly stop attacking?
The Slaughter Demon Sword was like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, endlessly stirring up stormy waves. Stroke after stroke slashed across Ancient Buddha's body, cutting him until he was covered in wounds.
Seemingly unable to endure the Slaughter Demon Sword's cutting, one blood-colored Cattail Flower after another shot out like lightning.
"Nine Cattail Flowers?"
Seeing that