How was Xiao Mo any kind of junior?
He was clearly Thousand-Eyed Buddha Master himself.
For a moment, Xue Tang was astonished beyond measure. What exactly did Thousand-Eyed Buddha Master intend to do?
He had created such a body, then used genetic conversion to allow all his power to temporarily flood into this body.
The other party certainly had not done this merely because he had nothing better to do.
Amid Xue Tang's wild thoughts,
Xiao Mo made his move.
He slowly raised his right hand.
In an instant, countless Buddhist scriptures transformed into streams of light and wound toward Daoist Black Feather.
Daoist Black Feather had thought he had suppressed the Hundred-Eyed Witch, but the moment these Buddhist scriptures appeared,
he instantly sensed a bone-piercing threat.
He hurriedly spread his black-feathered wings, wanting to escape the encirclement of the Buddhist scriptures.
But the next moment, Xiao Mo's golden, glittering hand swept across his brow.
A ray of light instantly shot from between his brows, directly imprisoning Daoist Black Feather in place, leaving him unable to move.
Then, the Buddhist scriptures became like countless giant nets, wrapping around Daoist Black Feather from all directions.
Like an insect cocoon, they bound him tightly, leaving only his head exposed.
Daoist Black Feather's face was filled with panic.
He shouted, "Who are you?"
But Thousand-Eyed Buddha Master could not be bothered to answer him.
Instead, he looked toward Xu Zimo and the others.
He said, "A thousand years ago, I made a great vow to kill no more."
"If you want him dead, do it yourselves."
As a newly emerged Old God, Thousand-Eyed Buddha Master was still little understood by many people.
He had only risen to fame within the last century.
As for Thousand-Eyed Buddha Mountain being his place of enlightenment, no