Dance of Slaughter

"There is no self, no person, no sentient being, no life span; even rosy cheeks and skulls are but White Bone bones and flesh. All forms are not forms; all forms are illusory!"

At the source of the river, where the Cynomorium songaricum grows, the Buddha Son Shigong chants sutras as his body spins swiftly and lightly.

Zhang Xuezhou had witnessed Buddha Son Shigong's attack ten years ago. Back then, Buddha Son Shigong's attacks were incredibly swift and powerful, like thunder in his eyes. Before anyone could even react, they would be killed by Buddha Son Shigong.

As time passed, he finally realized that Buddha Son Shigong's efforts were insufficient.

Especially since Buddha Son Shigong was physically weak at this time, and his Qi and Qi and Blood power was blocked by Suo Yang, his strength was extremely limited.

He stood in front of Suoyang several times to block him, lest the other party become delirious and cause any damage.

"Zhang Shengzi, why does Shi Gong seem to have gone mad after taking the medicine?" Vishnu shouted.

"It's probably a stress reaction between the drug's effects and the aphrodisiac within him. Capture him and make him take as much of the 'Suoyang' (a type of herb) as possible. As the drug's effects intensify, the aphrodisiac within him will be removed!"

Zhang Xuezhou and Divine Lord Zhenyuan did not experience the condition of "Buddha Son Shigong" after taking Suoyang, and they were not in any physical condition at the time.

At this point, it should be considered that the cynomorium is exerting its appropriate medicinal effect.

Zhang Xuezhou was knowledgeable in pharmacology and knew that Buddha Son Shigong had found the right medicine and was truly utilizing the medicinal effects of Suoyang.

Parvati!

Vishnu called out, and Parvati chanted incantations before waving his hand. A layer of frost instantly covered Buddha Son Shigong's body, making his nimble figure sluggish.

"Zhang Shengzi told you to eat more, so eat more. There's nothing else to eat if you don't eat this!"

Vishnu grabbed Buddha Son Shigong and began to force Buddha Son Shigong into his mouth.

The hard Cynomorium songaricum spun around in the mouth of the Buddha Son Shigong several times, was chopped up by his teeth, and was then forced down his throat.

The once agile and chaotic Buddha Son Shigong eventually became a figure whose body was constantly convulsing, the flesh on his forehead writhing, yet he struggled to open his third eye to unleash his Divine Ability power.

"My health is definitely improving!"

Vishnu, who captured the Buddha Son Shigong, undoubtedly knew the situation best.

Compared to his Buddha Son Shigong Buddha Son Shigong's body is now constantly recovering.

The other person's body was so fair it almost glowed, as if it had been baptized in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

If Vishnu hadn't known that Suoyang would block Qi and Blood, preventing Qi and Blood use, he himself would have wanted to take a bite.

However, he knew very well that Zhang Xuezhou was not lying about this. The body of the Buddha Son Shigong, whom he forcibly embraced, was extremely full of Qi and Blood, but the Qi and Blood power used by Buddha Son Shigong when he went mad was very weak.

He clearly possessed boundless power within his body, yet found it difficult to unleash even a fraction of it.

This situation prevented Vishnu from even having a fleeting thought.

Vishnu forcefully inserted two pieces of Cynomorium into the body. After struggling for a while, Buddha Son Shigong, who was tightly holding him, felt that Buddha Son Shigong's body was much lighter.

"Oops!"

A quick glance revealed that the wound on the Buddha Son Shigong's body was already a blur of blood.

Bleeding is not a bad thing, but a good thing. It means that the drawback of the Buddha Son Shigong depleting all his yang energy has been eliminated, and he will no longer have all his yang energy depleted as before.

But Vishnu also had a vague sense of unease, after all, the wound was bleeding too much.

He gripped the wrist of the Buddha Son Shigong, feeling the Buddha Son Shigong's Qi and Blood and qi surging within him, as if he were about to explode.

"Zhang Shengzi, come and check the situation!"

Vishnu called out to Zhang Xuezhou and summoned Zhang Xuezhou over to check his injuries.

"This is normal. Taking any strong medicine will more or less cause a replenishment of Qi and Blood. Even ordinary people will get nosebleeds after drinking two ounces of ginseng soup!"

"He's leaking way too much!"

"Wait until he's sober!"

Zhang Xuezhou roughly explained the connection, but Vishnu only felt that things were getting complicated.

Of course, the good news is that Buddha Son Shigong's life has been saved, and from today onwards he will no longer suffer from the effects of the seductive arts draining his vital energy.

"Shi Gong? Shi Gong? Wake up!"

The Buddha Son Shigong, still caught in the influence of the seductive arts and the sedative, seemed to be struggling to regain his composure, or perhaps he had regained his composure but was finding it difficult to control his body.

After Vishnu released his grip on his hands, the Buddha Son Shigong, his face flushed, murmured softly and danced with abandon. With his lithe Movement Method, his body fluttered like a butterfly.

"Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"They're all going to die!"

The chanting had turned into a gnashing of teeth and a curse. The Buddha Son Shigong was finding it difficult to use his Qi and Blood, and his limited Qi and Blood and blood power was constantly being scattered in his palms, creating patches of faint red light.

Seemingly realizing his own inadequacy, he grabbed the belt around his waist and pulled it into his hand.

Entangling, wrapping, binding, tying, strangling... the waistband, once grasped in the palm of the Buddha Son Shigong, becomes a weapon. He wields the waistband continuously, seemingly gentle but actually laced with immense murderous intent.

Vishnu, who was standing nearby, was about to beckon his Buddha Son Shigong to wake him up when his hand was already entangled.

As if using leverage, Buddha Son Shigong shook the belt, and Vishnu's body was sent flying to the side.

Two arms emerged from behind the Buddha Son Shigong's back, and a ring burning with clusters of flames appeared.

Unlike the aura of spiritual power that appeared behind the heads of Bodhisattvas such as Avalokiteshvara, the flames guided by the Heart Sutra practiced by the Buddha Son Shigong enveloped his entire body.

Raging flames appeared around his body, were trampled under his feet, and extended to every point of his attack.

"Shi Gong, have you gone mad?"

Vishnu's body, which had just landed and spun around, was already being pulled out again by a belt wrapped in flames.

He shouted, and then felt a burning pain from the burning robe he was wearing, which was strong enough to withstand the wind.

"Parvati, subdue the Shi Gong!"

Vishnu bent down and then passed through.

But the instant he revealed his body, he saw a ball of flame appear before him.

As if knowing how far he had traveled and where he would appear, the Buddha Son Shigong stepped forward in pursuit, just in time to catch up with him at the very moment he appeared.

After being struck by fire again, Vishnu looked at his charred skin and cried out for help.

However, Parvati, who had previously been able to suppress the Buddha Son Shigong, did not achieve success in one fell swoop.

Stepping into the ring of flames, the Buddha Son Shigong was not afraid of the cold. The chill that had once frozen Buddha Son Shigong was completely dissipated as soon as it approached the ring.

When the belt swung, Parvati was sent flying as well.

"Women, I hate women more than anything in my life!"

As if he had smelled something unpleasant, the Buddha Son Shigong cursed and took a step within the ring of flames.

When he reappeared, he was already at the spot where Parvati had been knocked away.

With a flick of his belt, flames were already wrapped around Parvati's neck.