972 Killing Ksitigarbha (2/2)

Sangsang quietly looked at him, and Psyche Power fell to the iron arrow.

Ksitigarbha looked solemn, announcing his own name.

Sangsang released her fingers and the iron arrow left the bow. But the arrow didn't move. Ksitigarbha held the shaft of the iron arrow, and there were golden lights coming out of his left hand.

The skeleton elephant gave mournful cries and slowly sank down. And the bone of its right forelimb was broken!

It was so quiet, as if the iron arrow did not shoot out. In fact, the power of the iron arrow had been fully released!

Sangsang withdrew the bow, and then held the iron arrow with her right hand and sent it forward again.

She injected Psyche Power into the bow and arrow.

There was a light sound.

There was finally a wound between the eyebrows of Ksitigarbha, and a drop of golden blood oozed out.

The drop of golden blood floated away from Ksitigarbha and drifted in the river with a slow but indisputable speed. Finally, it fell between the eyebrows of Ning Que and fell on the heart of Sangsang.

The golden blood triggered the three poisons of attachment, aversion, obsession. Ning Que spat some blood, but Sangsang still held the iron arrow and continued to send it forward.

More golden blood came out between the eyebrows of Ksitigarbha, and he was further injured. But meanwhile, the Light of Buddha contained in the golden blood made Ning Que suffer more pain.

Who would die first?

Looking at Ning Que who was covered in blood and had Haotian inside his body, Ksitigarbha said with compassion, ”Buddha will be happy to see the death of Haotian even though it is at the cost of my own death.”

Sangsang revealed no emotion on her face. She took another step forward and the iron arrow kept moving forward.

Ksitigarbha could no longer maintain a calm and compassionate look, and became frightened and frustrated. He roared and slapped Ning Que on the chest with his right hand.

Sangsang ignored it and continued to move forward. The iron arrow in her hand deeply pierced into the skin between the eyebrows of Ksitigarbha. The golden blood of Buddha splashed everywhere, and the Power of Buddha suddenly scattered the moment it emerged.

Before his death, the eyes of the Ksitigarbha were full of confusion, for he didn't understand why Haotian, the most noble god who enjoyed immortality, dared to gamble her life with him?

He did not know that Sangsang and Ning Que were planning to gamble their lives with Buddha.

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The skeleton elephant receded into the depths of the dark river. It walked slowly since its right forelimb was broken. And it kept swinging the half of its bone trunk that was left. The elephant looked like that it was in severe pain.

Ksitigarbha sat on the back of the skeleton elephant with his eyes closed. His breath of Buddha was already gone.

Seeing this, the disgruntled souls in the bottom of the river whispered, as if they did not believe what they had just witnessed. When they looked at the sunken ship, they became very quiet.

Ning Que's body was shaken back to the sunken sink by the last strike of Ksitigarbha. Looking at the skeleton elephant that disappeared into the darkness, he suddenly spat blood and fell on the ship.

Sangsang surrendered the control of this body.

Ning Que opened his eyes and asked worriedly, ”Is everything all right?”

Sangsang answered, ”If he hadn't retreated at the end, then we could have lost. But he retreated.”

Ning Que had been watching the battle, so he knew that Sangsang was very weak at this moment. If Ksitigarbha had maintained his state of mind until the end, he would not have been defeated. There was a chance that either Ksitigarbha or Sangsang could have been wounded and defeated.

He looked at the direction that the skeleton elephant disappeared into and said with emotions, ”Everyone said that Ksitigarbha had great compassion and was firm and persistent. It turned out that he was also a monk who was afraid of death. Just another fake Bodhisattva.”

The sunken ship floated up, and the river separated a road, revealing the sky above the river. The rain clouds had dispersed, and the ship sailed on the river smoothly.

The water was very clear. One couldn't see the fishes, but could see the disgruntled souls and skulls. The disgruntled souls were smart enough to know that they couldn't hurt Ning Que and Sangsang, so they just looked at the ship with fear. But the skulls instinctively reached out to try to block the ship.

After Sangsang controlled his body for a period of time, Ning Que's connection with her became tighter. Seeing the bone hands, he just waved his sleeves and the hands were instantly purified.

There were no skulls that dared to approach the ship, and the disgruntled souls only floated in the water. Ning Que remembered the time when he and Sansgang crossed the Great River, which was not as beautiful as today but was nonetheless still very strange.

The ship reached the other side of the river and ran aground on the mudflat. Ning Que held Sangsang on his back, used the iron cutlass as a crutch and walked toward the woods in the east. Approaching the woods, he looked back at the calm river and was hit by fear and pride, as a result of the battle. Ksitigarbha is dead now. Who else can stop me?

At this moment, the Light of Buddha gradually flourished in the dark sky above the west of the river. The faint sound of chanting came from the hundreds of miles of redwood forests which he used Talisman Intent to destroy. He knew that countless Buddhas in Nirvana had come again.

He shouted to the other side, ”Cross the river and chase me if you dare.”

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