The Quest for Immortality

Chapter 1011 -654 Water Poison (Thank you, Wood White Gold Jade boss for the alliance~)

Chapter 1011 -654 Water Poison (Thank you, Wood White Gold Jade boss for the alliance~)

Mo Hua calculated in his heart.

First of all, he couldn’t kill the Fire Buddha by himself.

Unless there was a First Grade Large Formation here that would let him break apart, and then it would also need the Fire Buddha inside the Large Formation. Only when he finished drawing the Reversed Spirit Formation and crushed him to death…

Otherwise, even if the Fire Buddha just stood there and let himself be hit, he might not be able to kill him with all his Spiritual Power exhausted.

The disparity in cultivation was just too great…

Given the circumstances, the only option would be to “use a borrowed knife to kill.”

Use Uncle Gu, this “knife,” to kill the Fire Buddha, the Demon Cultivator.

As long as he could kill the Fire Buddha, Uncle Gu probably wouldn’t mind being used as a “knife

He was also helping him!

Mo Hua sized up the two people who were fighting with their spells once again.

Uncle Gu’s cultivation was higher than that of the Fire Buddha, but he had to suppress his cultivation, so he was fighting with his hands tied.

The Fire Buddha was different; he could use his full strength, casting spells without any restraint.

Flames roared, covering the entire mountain.

The Fire Buddha’s cultivation was at the Foundation Establishment Peak, and it seemed he was only a step away from reaching the Golden Core.

And his Spiritual Power, bolstered by the twin flame hearts in his chest, was nearly as good as Uncle Gu’s…

He had just taken a Blood Pill, restoring his Blood Qi and Spiritual Power.

Meanwhile, his Evil Qi, though insufficient to instill fear in Uncle Gu, was subtly affecting Uncle Gu’s mind.

Continuing this way, the outcome of the battle was really hard to predict…

After pondering for a while, Mo Hua made some calculations in his heart, then continued to approach Uncle Gu and the Fire Buddha while remaining hidden.

”First, I’ll break his Evil Qi

Mo Hua muttered silently to himself.

Evil Qi seemed to be of no use to him.

His Divine Sense had undergone a Transformation, his Divine Thought had been through countless battles, and he had swallowed plenty of ghosts, corpses, Demon Monsters, so Evil Qi wouldn’t affect him.

But Uncle Gu was different.

He wasn’t a Formation Master, and though his Divine Sense was strong, it was untempered and easily eroded by Evil Qi, leading to impulsiveness and restlessness, so his strength was indeed affected.

Breaking the Evil Qi would weaken the Fire Buddha a little, and Uncle Gu would become a bit stronger.

And the key to breaking the Evil Qi… lay in the eyes.

This was Mo Hua’s guess.

He didn’t understand Evil Qi very well.

But based on his research of Divine Sense, Divine Thought, and some causality, he deduced that since Evil Qi could invoke fear, it was a kind of Qi that existed between “Heaven and Earth’s Qi” and “Divine Sense’s Thought.”

And to be able to turn killing into Evil Qi.

This indicated there was a hint of causality’s rules involved.

In Mo Hua’s perception, the Fire Buddha’s entire body was enshrouded in spells of flame that carried Evil Qi. This must be what the Fire Buddha referred to as “Transform killing into Evil, refine Evil with spells

But he also had to rely on cultivating Buddhism to suppress the Evil Qi, to prevent it from backfiring and disturbing his Divine Sense.

That suggested that Evil Qi itself was also related to “Divine Thought.”

Divine Sense resides in the Sea of Consciousness.

The eyes are the windows to Divine Thought.

Hence, the place where Evil Qi gathers most and fluctuates most violently must be the eyes.

Mo Hua sneaked another glance at the Fire Buddha’s eyes.

Within the Fire Buddha’s eyes, fierce flames burned, and amidst the fire’s brilliance was a thick, murky gas, the mere sight of which filled one’s heart with fear.

Ordinary cultivators, looked upon by him, would most likely feel frightened and become “lamb’s to the slaughter

During the battle, Uncle Gu also dared not look into the Fire Buddha’s eyes for long, clearly very wary of those eyes of Fire and Evil Qi.

So Mo Hua patiently waited for an opportunity.

Elsewhere, the battle between Gu Changhuai and the Fire Buddha continued in a deadlock, with fire and Wind Blades flying everywhere.

Gu Changhuai used his Wind-Riding Feather Transformation Art, and as he waved his folding fan, transformed gusts into Wind Blades, sending them hurtling towards the Fire Buddha.

Any Wind Blade that came within a zhang of the Fire Buddha was blocked by a “wall of fire.”

This wall of fire, using flames as “bricks,” interlaced with golden lines running vertically and horizontally, looked like a giant flaming kasaya.

That must be one of the Fire Buddha’s attached defensive spells on his kasaya.

The wall of fire would neutralize most of the Wind Blades.

The remaining Wind Blades were then dodged by the Fire Buddha using his movement technique.

However, the Fire Buddha’s movement technique was not very agile.

And his kasaya defense also had gaps.

After another dozen rounds or so.

Mo Hua finally saw an opening.

In the moment when the Fire Buddha had just used his wall of fire to neutralize several dozen Wind Blades, then, with his movement technique, dodged a few Wind Blades, with his Spiritual Power not yet fully cycled and his footsteps just coming to a stop.

Mo Hua extended a hand and pointed.

A dazzling streak of gold light shot out instantly, striking the Fire Buddha’s eyes.

This was a basic Spell: the Gold Light Skill.

It was something Mo Hua had gained from robbing Sin Cultivators, and since it wasn’t difficult, he had casually learned it.

Mo Hua still remembered Elder Yi of the Taixu Gate’s guidance in the Daoist Skill.

Integrate thousands of spells into one’s self.

The art of utilization lies within the heart.

That was the essence of the “proficiency in all spells.”

A spell didn’t just rely on power, but also its function.

This Gold Light Skill didn’t have much power, but it contained a pure essence of Gold-series Spiritual Power that was extremely dazzling and particularly harmful to a cultivator’s eyes.

Hitting other parts was like a tickle.

But hitting the eyes was extremely painful.

It was a sinister spell with strong “localized” destructive capabilities.

The Fire Buddha could never have expected that there would be someone else on this altar, let alone be blindsided by an ambush.

Even if he had suspected it, in that moment between halts in the cycle of Spiritual Power and movement technique, he couldn’t dodge.

And Mo Hua’s spell was exceedingly fast.

The Fire Buddha’s eyes were pierced by the gold light, leaving two trails of bloody tears. Each blink was painful, and his sight was somewhat blurred.

The somber Evil Qi around his body also dissipated quite a bit.

The Fire Buddha was both shocked and angry.