Chapter 278 - 266: Ksitigarbha King Settles Karma
Wukong had borrowed the Slaying Immortals Sword Formation from Tong Tian Sect Master to confront the Blood River Grand Formation, and the Nether River was suppressed.
Although Hong Jun had decreed that Saints must not intervene, there was no longer any need for this, as the situation of Heaven and Earth had stabilized. Once Nether River was slain, there would be no more karmic entanglements. Moreover, Amitabha Buddha and Zhun Ti Taoist were in no position to stir up any trouble. The Buddhist Sect had been completely replaced by the Ultimate Bliss World, and now all the Saints wished nothing more than to sit through the calamity of the last reunion serenely, striving to build up strength. Who would want to come out and fight?
The Blood River Grand Formation was at a disadvantage when facing the Slaying Immortals Sword Formation, after all, he had chosen to take the offensive rather than defend.
Just then, Nether River formed a spell with his hands and shouted, "Three billion Asuras, sacrifice to the Blood River! With my demonic blood, dye the azure heavens!"
At that moment, the three billion Asuras roared furiously, exploding directly into clouds of blood mist that rose up, making the Blood River Grand Formation even more ferocious. Blood waves that blotted out the sky surged toward Wukong, and with each roll of these waves rising thousands of feet high, they struck fear into the onlookers’ hearts.
"Bring forth the Eastern Emperor Bell. After all, this Slaying Immortals Sword Formation is not being deployed by the Tong Tian Sect Master himself, and its full power cannot be unleashed. I fear it might not suffice," Wukong said.
The Victorious Fighting Buddha nodded. He threw the Eastern Emperor Bell into the air, and as it rang, it immediately sent out violent waves of sound, like endless overlapping waves of the sea.
"Boom!"
The Slaying Immortals Sword Formation suddenly exerted its force. Wukong split a thousand Primordial Spirit Thoughts from himself, and though a thousand thoughts were insignificant and could not cause any substantial harm, they could be restored at any time. He then threw them into the Slaying Immortals Sword Formation, and with a series of crackles, the Formation’s power surged instantly.
"Hum!"
The Slaying Immortal Four Swords continuously drove sword lights, with the cycles of earth, water, wind, and fire resembling the end of the world.