Chapter 343 Ksitigarbha Buddha
"How shameless!"

Nuwa looked slightly annoyed: "When the decision was not made before, you took out all the wealth of the Western religion and put it on Dizang. Now that Yang Jian has revealed his cultivation, you have changed your mind. Can it be that only you, the Western religion, can win this battle of gods?"

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, be careful with your words. We are only doing this for the sake of fairness. Otherwise, if you use powerful spiritual treasures at will, what difference will there be in your fate?"

Said the Taoist Zhunti.

When Nuwa heard this, her eyebrows raised and magic weapons appeared around her body.

The ethereal sky-wrapped belt, the infinite umbrella, the graceful floating robe, the five chaotic yin and yang spirit beads, the demon-summoning banner, the golden gourd, the demon-refining pot, and the heavenly snake staff appeared one by one.

She rolled up her sleeves and opened her arms: "Come on, come on, let's fight. The demon tribe can't find anyone to fight for. I will go into battle myself and I will definitely get the Conferred God List."

The two Western saints turned pale.

In order to ensure Dizang's victory, they have given him the treasure of their lives.

I thought that Nuwa had lent the red ball out and should have nothing left. After all, such a precious treasure as the Map of Mountains, Rivers, and States had been sacrificed and refined into the List of Gods to define the mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas of the ancient world.

Who would have thought that Nuwa could now take out so many powerful magic weapons.

The golden gourd alone is a magic weapon that is no less important than the purple gold and red gourd.

Rather than being formed by a vine, the purple gold and red gourd can absorb all things in the world and refine them within it.

The golden gourd can give birth to thousands of magical instruments, such as the Demon-summoning Banner, the Demon-refining Pot and other magic weapons.

From this we can see that Nuwa’s treasures are like an iceberg. What is given out on the surface of the sea is only a small part, and those that are not taken out are far more than a huge amount.

No wonder Nuwa was so willing to use the Map of Mountains, Rivers, and States to sponsor the List of Gods.

"Fellow Daoist, calm down. If we fight, it will be more severe than the great catastrophe that destroyed the world in the prehistoric times. I'm afraid that all living things will be overturned in a moment. Let's watch the younger generations fight."

Yuanshi Tianzun hurriedly spoke to comfort him.

After all, Nuwa is known for her bad temper.

He was afraid that Nuwa would start a fight and the situation would get out of control.

Nuwa was dissatisfied and was about to say something.

Yuanshi Tianzun privately transmitted: "Daoyou previously fought in the underworld and held up half of the pillar of the sky, Mount Buzhou, with great strength. I am afraid that your injuries have not recovered yet. If you defeat the two saints in the west, Hongjun will take advantage of the opportunity to attack you. Can you stop him?"

Nuwa's expression changed again and again, but she said nothing. After a while, she said to the two saints from the West, "The rules of the duel have been set, and they cannot be changed easily. If you want to change them, as long as you are willing to pay a little price, I will not object."

Her thoughts turned around and after thinking about it, she felt that Yang Jian would definitely win. Now all she had to do was to get more flesh from the two saints of the West to ease the depression in her heart.

Upon hearing this, the two saints from the West looked at each other.

The Taoist Jie Yin seemed to have made up his mind and took out a ball of golden merit from his sleeve: "This is the merit that my Western Sect has accumulated over the past three thousand years. I will share it with you fellow Taoists."

Only he himself knew that these merits were broken from his own golden body, and the pain in his heart was even greater than the pain in his body.

But there is no way, it is all for the sake of winning. As long as the Western Church is in charge of the List of Gods, this price is nothing.

The saints shared the merits.

Then he took back his magic weapon.

Taishang Laojun was originally unwilling to participate, because he was just a Taiqing evil corpse, not a saint, but when the merits were distributed, he still took back the purple gold red gourd from Yang Jian. There was no other way, the West had taught him too much.

Merit is a good thing. If you add a little bit of it when refining treasures or elixirs, it will greatly increase the power and the probability of success.

The saints took back their magic weapons.

Dizang was delighted during the fight. Although he didn't have the innate treasures to rely on, Yang Jian didn't have the purple gold red gourd and red hydrangea, so he had the advantage. After all, in Dizang's opinion, Yang Jian had practiced for a short time and had such a high level of cultivation at such a young age. It was likely that he had taken an unorthodox path. If they really fought, his accumulated cultivation would be more pure.

Soon, Dizang put away this thought in his mind.

Yang Jian used his seventy-two transformations in an unpredictable way, combined with the magical powers that came with his Red Lotus Fire Body, appearing and disappearing at will, and beat Dizang so badly that his golden body was covered with marks of cutting, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Seeing that he could not win the contest of fighting abilities, Dizang hurried to escape.

After escaping, he crossed his legs, sat in the air, stretched out his hand and the eighteen levels of hell appeared before his eyes.

“Save the beings in hell”

As his magical powers were used, evil spirits continued to emerge from hell and rushed towards Yang Jian to kill him.

"Yang Jian, if you want to meet me, you need to pass through the eighteen levels of hell. There are evil spirits everywhere in hell blocking the way. If you kill these evil spirits, you will bear their karma. Let me see how much karma you can bear."

“Interesting~”

Yang Jian killed a group of evil spirits casually and felt his whole body getting hot. Karma rushed into his body and was ignited by the karmic fire under his body.

The mana that had been consumed a lot began to recover.

Immediately, Yang Jian rushed into the Eighteen Levels of Hell and started a killing spree.

As he killed more people, his aura became stronger.

Yang Jian opened his magic eye and explored the spiritual power of Ksitigarbha behind the hell. He found that his aura was also strong and his cultivation had improved.

"Something's wrong~"

Yang Jian slowed down his movements.

Seeing this, Dizang smiled and said, "I have made a great vow that I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty. If you can cleanse the eighteen levels of hell, you will help me become a Buddha and obtain the Hunyuan Dao Fruit. By then, you will definitely be defeated."

Seeing this, Yang Jian pulled away and retreated violently.

Dizang tapped his finger and the eighteen levels of hell reversed, causing Yang Jian to go deeper and deeper no matter where he went.

He wanted to use Yang Jian's power to clear the evil spirits from hell for him.

"You can't escape. From the moment you came in, you can only stay in the Eighteen Layers of Hell. If you want to get out, you have to break through hell and come to me. But by then, I will have obtained the Hunyuan Dao Fruit. You won't even dare to look at me."

Dizang laughed.

Afterwards, he activated the 'Wuyou Divine Power and Mingding' to control the evil spirits in hell, wash away the fear in their hearts, and rush towards Yang Jian.

Then bless the evil ghost with 'all-powerful and clear mind' to enlighten the evil ghost's wisdom, and use the evil ghost's array to trap Yang Jian, so that Yang Jian falls into the vast ocean surrounded by evil ghosts.

"Kill them. The more you kill, the stronger I will become. The Eighteen Layers of Hell have collected billions of ghosts from the underworld. With your help, I can bear their karma and send these evil ghosts into reincarnation. All this great merit will belong to me!"

An expression of joy that was difficult to conceal appeared on Dizang's originally calm face.

Yang Jian's strength was far beyond his imagination, and karma did not cause him too much trouble, so killing his way through the eighteen levels of hell was not a problem at all.

Ksitigarbha seemed to smell the fragrance of Hunyuan Dao Fruit, and the position of Buddha was right before his eyes.

The two saints of the West once said that the first disciple who reached the realm of Buddha would be the future Buddha.

It seemed as if Ksitigarbha heard the sound of Buddhist disciples chanting "Ksitigarbha Buddha" in his ears.

He has a promising future!
　I originally planned to write 8,000 words today, but I only wrote 5,000. I will make up the remaining 3,000 tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)