In the place connected to the Wild Mountain Cave, there was a huge underground karst cave.
By the light of the torches, Zhong Shenxiu could see one colossal stalagmite after another, looking as if flowing stones had solidified, displaying the natural splendor of ghostly craft and divine skill.
However, at this ti, this magnificent scenery carried a sinister hue.
One by one, black-haired Demon Apes with red eyes were bound to the stalagmites, their arms and legs broken into unnatural positions as if they were sacrificial offerings to the Evil God.
They were already corpses, their bellies slit open, with intestines spilling onto the ground.
"Amitabha... sin upon sin!"
Seeing this scene, Jing Fan imdiately brought his hands together and silently recited sutras for their souls’ deliverance.
"Dharma!"
"Dharma!"
In the darkness, that voice beca increasingly resonant.
Upon hearing it, Zhong Shenxiu felt a stirring in his Qi-Blood and an itching on his skin, as if he wanted to grow black hairs...
His heart suddenly chilled, and when he looked into the eyes of these black apes, his gaze filled with a trace of pity.
"Let’s go, we must face it eventually."
Zhong Shenxiu strode forward, torch in hand, and saw a massive blood pool, a blood pool emitting a bewitching light!
It was located in the center of the cave, surrounded by a dense forest of stalagmites.
These stalagmites were divided into two parts: those that protruded from the ground and those that hung from above.
At this ti, a few of the protruding stalagmites each had a Demon Ape corpse tied to them, most with their bellies cut open.
Above, hanging from the stalactites, were living people tied up, mostly villagers from the mountain base judging by their clothes.
Yet at this mont, these villagers had grown black hairs on their faces, their facial bones protruding, their expressions vacant, their eyes gradually filling with blood.
It looked as if they were transforming into those black Demon Apes.
"Is it that strange chanting heard over and over? Even as a Blood Swapping Warrior, I am feeling so discomfort. If influenced continuously, perhaps I really would mutate into a Demon Ape?"
Zhong Shenxiu and Jing Fan remained silent, turned half a circle, and finally saw the source of the ’Dharma’ chanting.
It was a figure dressed in ragged clothes, with disheveled hair, looking like a wild man.
At the mont, he was standing before a stalagmite, tying a Demon Ape to it.
The Demon Apes, ferocious and terrifying in the outside world, were now like sheep, allowing themselves to be slaughtered without resistance.
This strange man chanted the na of Dharma while he cut open the belly of a Demon Ape, reaching in to search around.
Monts later, he took out sothing that looked like a bloodied flesh pill and threw it into the blood pool, then moved toward the next Demon Ape.
The man’s actions were chanical and numb, as if he had perford this task countless tis before.
"Brother Jing Ming..."
Seeing this, Jing Fan could not help but cry out in shock.
’Indeed, this person is Jing Ming... This kind of demonic thod is utterly sinister...’
Zhong Shenxiu watched these scenes, and his thoughts suddenly turned to a beehive.
This Jingming Monk, like a queen bee, used this demonic chant to mutate humans into worker bees to go out and collect honey.
When the worker bees returned heavily laden, it was ti for their demise.
And the ultimate result must be the blood pills inside their bellies and the blood pool in front of them.
"Brother..."
Jing Fan’s face wore a look of determination as he stepped forward: "You are wrong... The ’Fighting Victory King Scripture’ is not for breaking through to Grandmasterhood like this!"
"Dharma! Dharma!"
Hearing the five words of "Fighting Victory King Scripture," the strange man lifted his head, and the madness in his eyes temporarily faded, uttering a sound akin to the cry of a night owl: "I have read through all the Buddha Scriptures of the Stone Buddha Temple, and all I see in those pages are two words—’devouring humans’!"
"Brother, you have fallen into demonic possession."
Tears stread down Jing Fan’s cheeks.
He had originally hoped that this brother could be saved, but witnessing this scene, he finally confird that Jing Ming had deeply succumbed to demonic possession, his demonic nature ingrained and heavy. He feared that...there was no saving him.
Since he was beyond salvation, the only option left was...to slay demons and dispel evil!
With this thought, Jing Fan’s expression turned resolute: "Master Xun, today we must stop this man, lest we don’t know how many more people will suffer at the foot of the mountain..."
"This is only right!"
Zhong Shenxiu agreed with righteous indignation while silently pondering in his heart: ’To break through to grandmaster level, the Marrow Refining Secret Technique is needed. Naturally, the "Fighting Victory King Scripture" contains it, but it seems Jing Ming has taken the wrong path? No...if one’s own vitality is insufficient to trigger a qualitative change, then the idea of using soone else’s vitality to make up for it can’t be wrong... It’s just that the karma from killing is a bit too heavy...’
At this mont, in his eyes, the five Qi on Jingming Monk’s body appeared so dense it was to the extre, blazing like a raging fire, as if about to give birth to so even more sinister hue.
Clearly, this was on the verge of opening the gateway to refining marrow and transforming toward the grandmaster realm.
In terms of Martial Arts cultivation, this man was most likely qualified to be ranked in the top ten of the human list, perhaps even higher!
"You really...know nothing at all!"
Jing Ming looked at his junior brother, lowered his head, and when he lifted it again, his eyes were filled with madness.
"Dharma!!!"
He let out a desolate roar, and the two characters pounded like hamrs against Zhong Shenxiu’s eardrums, bringing an even more terrifying spiritual assault than before.
Fortunately, Zhong Shenxiu had already experienced the Buddha Sound Zen Chant of Stone Buddha Temple and was ntally prepared. The five elental Qi in his body interacted consecutively, providing diagnostic healing and suppressing all sorts of abnormalities.
Imdiately after, he saw the huge five-colored Qi ball burst open, and a shadow rushed out from within at an astonishing speed, throwing a punch!
Jingming Monk cultivated from the "Stone Buddha Scripture" evolved into the "Fighting Victory King Scripture," enough to be ranked among the list of extraordinary and unique arts!
Even though his cultivation had gone astray and could be called the "Dou Zhan Shengmo Jing," the power of his moves had not decreased but instead increased, imbued with a sinister force.
At this mont, this punch carried a montum and power like the earth-shattering force of a stone breaking the sky!
Zhong Shenxiu ford his palms into clouds hands, the five elents rotating, not transforming into an attack, but defense.
The rotation of tal, wood, water, fire, and earth five tis, coalesced into the ultimate defensive force, staunchly receiving this punch!
Bang!
A huge explosion of air resounded.
Zhong Shenxiu was sent flying backward.
Although he had received the punch’s force entirely, he hadn’t expected that Jingming Monk possessed a body-protection hard skill not inferior to Jing Fan.
Even though he had caught the opponent’s punch, their physical constitutions were different, and naturally, he was at a slight disadvantage.
Fortunately, while he was in mid-air, the five-elent Qi provided interactive diagnostic healing, curing his minor internal injuries.
"Brother, don’t make the sa mistake again!"
An unnatural flush appeared on Jing Fan’s face, evidently using a secret technique to suppress his injuries and engaging in a fight with Jing Ming.
"Dharma!"
Jing Ming shouted angrily, his martial prowess incredibly astonishing, even pressing down on the Iron Arhat in combat.
His body was like a vajra and his fists like hamrs, with each strike forcing Jing Fan back a step, clearly unable to hold on for long.
Especially...each ti ’Dharma’ was ntioned, Jing Ming’s fist intent grew even more vast, almost enhancing it to a seemingly infinite extent.
"How could he be so fixated on Dharma? What has the present-day Saint Monk done to him?"
Zhong Shenxiu was bemused as he watched.
Suddenly, he felt that the opponent’s pronunciation was not quite right, sowhat slurred. After careful discernnt, he was shocked: "No...Jing Ming isn’t shouting ’Dharma,’ but ’Great Demon’!"
"Dharma, that is, the Great Demon!"
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