This is Shakyamuni's strongest form, and also the form in which he is most skilled in combat.
As the originator of Buddhism, Shakyamuni was not just a Buddha; he was actually very skilled in combat.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have survived the battle with Yinglong in ancient times.
"Come on! It's been thousands of years, let me see if you're still invincible!"
Knowing that there was no way to escape, Shakyamuni immediately launched an attack.
The brilliant golden light turned blood-red, but there was no cruelty or coldness in it; instead, it made people feel comfortable and at ease.
This is the Blood Fiend Mystic Light, a power unique to the Dragon Clan.
Shakyamuni Buddha actually possessed dragon blood!
"Little Stone, I never expected you could actually refine that drop of dragon blood."
Yinglong shook his head and said, "I gave you a drop of blood because you fought well and begged me. You were excellent; you actually integrated the dragon blood into yourself. But I never expected you to use the power of a dragon against me. Have you lost your mind?"
"Heh, who told you this is the power of a dragon?"
Upon hearing Yinglong's words, Shakyamuni sneered, and the crimson light around his body suddenly changed, instantly turning into a ghastly green.
At the same time, the phantom of an eight-headed serpent appeared behind them.
This is Naga, also known as the Dragon King in India legends.
When Shakyamuni was practicing asceticism, he encountered a torrential downpour. The Dragon King shielded him with his body as an umbrella. This eight-headed serpent is one of the dragons in the Eight Legions of Heavenly Dragons in Buddhism.
At this moment, the phantom of the Dragon King appeared, having absorbed the power from the blood of the True Dragon and evolved into another form.
"Indeed, you are even more outstanding than I imagined. It's a pity you chose the wrong path; you shouldn't have fled into the Earth Realm, much less become a lackey of the Heavenly Palace."
Yinglong sighed, "I gave you power back then, and today I'm taking it back."
boom!
The moment the words were spoken, the battle began.
Yinglong and Shakyamuni were too powerful, and the commotion they caused was enormous, so they were teleported to a corner of the battlefield.
The remaining people, on the other hand, began to look for their own opponents.
Xiong Da, Tina, Nüjiao, Wu Wuzhiqi, Three-Eyed Qilin, and Xu Long, a total of six people, are fighting against the ten disciples of Shakyamuni.
No! Not six, but seven!
boom!
A loud bang was heard, and a headless figure fell from the sky.
This is Xingtian, the headless war god from ancient times, a powerful figure who once instilled fear in even the old gods!
"This humble general, Xingtian, greets my god!"
Xingtian, wielding his Ganqi, knelt on one knee, his violent aura spreading outwards, but he restrained himself only in front of Xu Long.
Upon seeing Xingtian arrive, all ten disciples looked grim.
These few were already very difficult to deal with, and with Xingtian added to the mix, things will probably get even more complicated.
However, we must fight even if it's troublesome. It doesn't matter if we can't win, but we must drag it out until our master, Shakyamuni, is victorious.
But can he really win?
Everyone was highly skeptical, after all, the reputation of the invincible war god Yinglong was undeniable.
This is not empty boasting, but proof of the blood and tears of countless strong individuals who have been beaten.
"You lowly wretch, how dare you oppose my god! Die!"
Xingtian also had a fiery temper, and he immediately grabbed his weapon and went into battle.
With seven against ten, it might seem that the tenth disciple had the upper hand, but that's not actually the case.
On Xu Long's side, each person has the strength to fight two opponents at once. If a real fight breaks out, it's only a matter of time before the ten disciples are defeated. The only question is how long they can hold out.
"Let's fight!"
"Let's fight!"
A roar erupted, and everyone attacked.
With his cultivation level restricted to the Mahayana Stage, while Xu Long was only at the Late Body Integration Stage, he was naturally considered easy to bully.
One of the ten disciples, Mahakashyapa, locked onto him and launched a fierce attack.
"To have so many ancient fiends follow you, you must be an extraordinary person. And what I like most is to crush you people bit by bit before you grow up! Hahaha!"
Mahakashyapa completely insane; he bore no resemblance whatsoever to a highly virtuous monk.
boom!
The Power of Laws surrounded him, forming an invisible armor.
While it's impossible to completely stop the Power of Oblivion, some buffer time will suffice.
Mahakashyapa was very confident in his cultivation. He was a powerful Golden Immortal Realm, and even though his cultivation was suppressed to the Mahayana Stage, he could still easily deal with a Body Integration Stage cultivator.
So what if it's the Power of Oblivion?
The gap in cultivation level is an insurmountable chasm; no matter how hard one struggles, it will be in vain.
"Are you unwilling to accept this? Are you angry? Keep struggling! Feel the despair!"
Mahakashyapa couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement!"
"Your mom died? Why are you so excited?"
Xu Long was utterly speechless. Was this really the legendary compassionate Buddhist Sect monk?
Why does he look more like a disciple of Demon Cult?
The dazzling golden light could not conceal the filth and depravity within; the grand and imposing exterior could not hide the sins within.
They were insane, ruthless, violent, and bloodthirsty; many scoundrels couldn't even compare to them.
"Heh heh, ignorant brat, stop trying to outwit me with your words, just die!"
Mahakashyapa attacked, his attack brutal and vicious.
Relying on the Power of Laws protecting him, he planned to fight head-on.
There's no need to resist for too long; just hitting Xu Long is enough.
In Mahakashyapa's mind, Xu Long was nothing more than a weakling who had gotten lucky and obtained high-level power by sheer luck.
Cultivation level is an insurmountable chasm; no matter how hard you try, you can't cross it.
If higher-level power could truly ignore the difference in cultivation level, then what's the point of practicing martial arts?
As it turns out, Mahakashyapa was wrong.
High-level power can often completely disregard differences in cultivation level.
Like right now!
laugh!
The sword light tore through Mahakashyapa's protective laws and landed easily on his body.
The next instant, a large chunk of flesh was gone from his left shoulder.
Damn it!
Seeing that he could not resist, Mahakashyapa did not retreat, but instead accelerated even more.
Even if it costs him half his body, he will kill Xu Long today.
For no other reason than to satisfy that perverse desire in my heart.
Unfortunately, reality is often incredibly cruel, and things didn't unfold as Mahakashyapa had predicted.
Bang!
A fist imbued with the Power of Laws slammed into Xu Long's chest, shattering his clothes.
after...
That was the end of it...
Mahakashyapa could hardly believe that his all-out attack had failed to kill Xu Long, or even injure him.
Oh, actually, you were injured too!
puff!
Xiang Yang spat out a mouthful of gray energy, coughed twice, and his injuries were instantly healed.
Let alone this minor injury, even if it resulted in limb loss, it wouldn't take more than two breaths.
His body was incredibly powerful, not only perfectly adapting to the Power of Oblivion, but also able to resist and absorb other energies.
What used to be a terrifying heavenly tribulation is now as easy as taking a bath for him.
Not only can it not harm him, it can also replenish a large amount of energy.