1096: Chapter 322 Illness_2 1096: Chapter 322 Illness_2 Around the outside, the remaining monks, at the very moment the Free Bodhisattva entered Nirvana, had already leapt up and fled the Fairy Ascension Platform in an instant, lamenting that their escape skill was not refined enough to flee any faster.
The four people looked around, simultaneously let out a sigh of relief, and smiled about to speak, when they saw Ji Feixue’s expression slightly change, a faint dark light flashed at her brow.
Su He’s expression changed instantly, Feng Si and Cloud Illumination still did not realize what had happened.
They just heard Ji Feixue let out a cold snort, a gleam of knife light flashed over her body, soared into the sky like a crescent moon, then circled back, the knife light slashing directly towards her own brow.
Feng Si was greatly alarmed, she could not understand what the dark mang on Ji Feixue’s body was, but a hurried glance was enough for her to see that the black light could affect one’s spirit wisdom and temperament!
Clearly, Ji Feixue was influenced by the black light, such a despicable person!
A dignified Bodhisattva, descending to the Lower Realm was one thing, but couldn’t even accept defeat, even after death still playing tricks.
This must be related to the last surge of Buddha power from the Free Bodhisattva.
She flapped her wings and intercepted the knife light but saw a gold flash across the mid-air, her wings were blocked, immediately enraged, she looked up only to see Su He standing in front of her, his hands holding her wings, focused and staring at Ji Feixue.
“Traitor!” Feng Si was furious and tried to break through Su He’s block, but was again obstructed by Cloud Illumination, who held Feng Si back to prevent her from revolting, watching the knife light slashed out by Ji Feixue, he exclaimed, “What a stunning clone technique!”
As knowledgeable as he was, he recognized the effect of this knife light by just one glance.
Although he couldn’t see the principle or the reason behind it, he could tell that this knife technique seemed specifically tailored for the current situation.
Feng Si was startled and looked at Cloud Illumination in disbelief, then soon realized that perhaps she had misunderstood, and just watched the knife light slash towards Ji Feixue.
The knife struck down, the light entered the brow but did not split her in two, instead, a shadow in black appeared behind Ji Feixue dressed in white, as if a ghost had emerged from behind her.
The shadow bore an uncanny resemblance to Ji Feixue, identical in appearance and attire, only the black clothing showed a few degrees of sternness.
Su He let out a slight sigh of relief, his father-in-law was overbearing, Meng Xiao suffered, it wasn’t for naught.
The crime of abusing his daughter-in-law -1.
Su He relaxed, but Ji Feixue’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, the knife light stopped at her chest and abdomen and did not slash further.
The black Ji Feixue behind her opened her eyes, her voice cold: “Buddha’s intention!
Big Ease!”
Her voice carried a hint of coldness, her murderous intent directly targeting the Free Bodhisattva, unexpectedly not like Meng Xiao’s Black Dragon, a complete antagonist.
As the black Ji Feixue spoke, a Buddha light intermixed with the dark Qi emerged inside Ji Feixue’s body, like glue bonding the dark Qi with Ji Feixue’s own body—not bonding, but making the knife light unable to truly distinguish Ji Feixue from the dark Qi, with one slash at least half of Ji Feixue’s existence would be cut away.
At this moment, Ji Feixue was not Baiyin, without the means of an Immortal Sovereign, losing half of her existence, she was bound to die!
She was also not Ya Ya, without a bloodline close relative to help her extend her life—Ji Tianchen…
at this time, Ji Tianchen couldn’t be relied on!
Su He’s expression changed, looking towards that Buddha light, the Buddha light filled with complex Buddha intentions, definitely not something a single monk could condense.
This was the dark Qi previously struck into Ji Feixue’s body by the Free Bodhisattva from the Dustless Sea!
This dark Qi was too deeply entangled with the Buddha Force, long fused into one, entered into Ji Feixue’s body, merging with the force lurking inside her body, no longer distinguishable.
Now drawn out by the Free Bodhisattva’s avatar on the brink of death.
Su He looked towards Ji Feixue, only to see Ji Feixue’s eyebrows tightened, her jade hand pressed down, the knife light slashed down again, the black shadow was not split out, however, Ji Feixue spat out a mouthful of blood, her face instantly paling as white as paper.
The newly condensed black shadow behind her, her eyes focused, flicked a finger breaking the knife light.
Su He became anxious, pointing towards the black shadow, but the black Ji Feixue dodged like a ghost, turning away.
“It’s me!
She has no independent consciousness.” Both Ji Feixues spoke simultaneously, the black shadow’s voice cold like a ghost, Ji Feixue’s original body’s voice carried gasps, her face growing even paler.
“Hmm?” Su He was surprised, then saw the black shadow break the knife light, transforming into gold and black intersected light, tiny specks once again fleeing into Ji Feixue’s body.
Ji Feixue spit out another mouthful of blood, her body displaying alternating colors of black, white, and gold.
White is the original color, the inherent attribute of Ji Feixue, whereas black follows after it, not in rebellion but fundamentally different—not merely an attribute but strange from the root.
Ji Feixue’s blackness did not rebel like Meng Xiao, but the two utterly different forces collided as if to rip Ji Feixue apart.
Especially the gold Buddha Force in between, like a stirring stick, as soon as the black and white forces began to separate, it sparked and drew the two forces together for a collision.
This collision triggered a chain reaction, instantly connecting in a sweeping wave.
In that instant, Ji Feixue was severely injured, suffering damage she had never experienced even in battle with the Great Freedom Bodhisattva!
Yet Ji Feixue, as if unperceiving, flickered with an aura of ice, falling upon her body full of Buddha Force, trying to pull it out, but as she tore at it, the black and white lights were torn off together.
Ji Feixue spat out another mouthful of blood.
The fox fell from her brow center, looking terrified at its master and then towards Su He, “They can’t be separated!
All the powers have merged together!”
Su He frowned angrily and pointed at his brow center, the imprint of the Gujing Pavilion Buddha’s Son lighting up, falling upon Ji Feixue, attempting to lead the mixed Buddha’s intentions.
Ji Feixue’s power receded, immediately cooperating.
Beside her, Cloud Illumination and Feng Si stood still, not even knowing the origins of Ji Feixue’s chaotic powers, much less how to assist in the hurried moment.
With the lead of Su He’s Buddha Force, Buddha Light within Ji Feixue’s body started tearing outward, but along with it, Ji Feixue’s very existence was torn down as well.
Su He hastily stopped, looked up at Ji Feixue only to see her lips turning pale, blood trailing down the corner of her mouth, the fox screamed miserably, collapsing on the ground, convulsing.
Ji Feixue gave it an apologetic glance, waved her hand, and blocked the sensory share between her and the fox.
This function had been blocked long ago, reactivated half a year ago in the desert, allowing the fox to return to the Intention Orifice anytime, and had been searching for Su He and the others ever since, but it had never been switched off again.
Now, as Ji Feixue faced grave danger, the fox felt as if being tormented.
Ji Feixue blocking their shared sensation used up all her strength, her body slightly shook and then collapsed.
Su He stepped forward to hold her in his embrace, helplessly looking towards Cloud Illumination.
He knew too little!
Apart from being reckless, he knew nothing.
Cloud Illumination hovered in the air, eyes slightly heavy, the talisman above his head calculating and glittering, already casting shadows.
Below, the monks from Gujing Pavilion proceeded slowly forward, “Amitabha Buddha!”
“This fellow monk, was Fairy Ji previously injured by monks from the Buddha World?” his voice steady.
The imprint on Su He’s brow center was that of the Gujing Pavilion Buddha’s Son, the so-called Buddha’s Son, a person eligible to be the next Abbot!
They had never heard, when had the sect ever held a Buddha’s Son?
But looking at this white-faced and haired individual, also sharing tender emotions with Fairy Ji, must be a fellow from the North Court, where monks seldom abide by the rituals of vegetarian diets and prayers, even the actual precepts they held were minimal: do not deceive the master or destroy the ancestors!
It was only in the North Court where they boldly sought romantic companions.
Su He was taken aback, as everyone’s gaze turned towards the monk, who, looking at Ji Feixue, slightly bowed and said, “I do not recognize what this dark qi is, but this Buddha force isn’t from one individual, it’s a congregation of Buddha Forces from a hundred monks of the Buddha World, already merged into one, personally marked by the Great Freedom Bodhisattva.”
He looked up at Su He, “If dispelling Buddha Force is a priority, one needs cultivation level of the Great Freedom Bodhisattva to remove it—”
This fellow monk, naturally does not have the means, except for the imprint of the Buddha’s Son, not detecting any trace of Buddha force on the body of the Buddha’s Son.
This is rare even in the North Court, where monks, no matter how carefree, eating meat, drinking, or even visiting brothels, even if not studying scriptures, are always tinted by Buddha Force.
Just like the old monk, who never read scriptures, whether he could recite a complete scripture accurately, future generations couldn’t be sure, but once evaluating the surge of Buddha Force, its vastness like a sea of smoke, it commands immense respect.
“Perhaps consider contacting the old monk, asking him to intervene?”
As a Buddha’s Son, there should be a way to contact the old monk.