Lord Jiu was slammed back dozens of feet away, his feet leaving two deep three-inch drag marks on the hard stone surface of the ancient altar.

Similarly, the storyteller's dream constructed by Yuan Buyu was shattered into pieces.

Mo Ya Monk stepped forward again, and in the next moment, he appeared behind Yuan Buyu, aiming a finger at the elder storyteller's spine.

At the critical moment, an invisible air blade stretched across in front of Mo Ya Monk's fingertip, blocking the force of that finger.

Mo Ya Monk's finger force did not diminish as he exchanged another finger with the "Sixteen Styles" cast by Zhou Xuan.

What a powerful fingertip that represented sixteen kinds of momentum from Jing Country, praised by the God of Suffering as the sharpest blade of Jing Country. With just one finger pointed, the blade body hummed and vibrated wildly, countless cracks appearing.

"Master, go."

Zhou Xuan blocked with one hand holding the blade, while the other hand supported Yuan Buyu, flinging his master down into the Red Spider Lily ocean created by Zhou Lingyi.

Two chess pieces, the white piece leveraging force and the black piece borrowing force, with the momentum of the storyteller's dream induced by Yuan Buyu, broke the Paper Banner Four Divine Monarchs of Lord Jiu's eight incense sticks,

After the chess pieces succeeded, Mo Ya Monk nearly shattered Zhou Xuan's Sixteen Styles with just one Vajra finger.

Zhou Xuan also temporarily retreated, urging the Divine Armor of the Armored Horse, hiding within the Red Spider Lily ocean.

The Red Spider Lily ocean, harboring the eerie and ghostly qualities of the Human World Netherworld, would engulf anyone who stepped into it with countless evil spirits. The scenery within the flower ocean was nothing like the vibrant colors seen from above.

But Mo Ya Monk showed no fear, lowering his body onto the ancient altar, his posture steady, advancing into the flower ocean like a devout Buddhist disciple...

"This Mo Ya Monk possesses nine sticks of incense."

Yuan Buyu's dream was shattered, though he was not severely affected, the qi and blood within his chest and abdomen churned, forcing him to meditate and regulate his breath.

The same went for Lord Jiu, who was also regulating his breath.

"A Buddha Country person with nine incense sticks, possessing advanced magic artifacts, a body like a towering stone... this battle is too tough."

Zhou Xuan had no time to lament how strong Mo Ya Monk was, instead using the ghostly forces within the flower ocean to restore the blade of his Sixteen Styles.

Mo Ya Monk had already entered the flower ocean world of the Red Spider Lily, and the Boat Monk and Zhiming Monk also sought to enter the flower ocean to decisively kill Zhou Xuan.

The four great demon monks knew who the core of Mingjiang Prefecture was,

even without the Baoshan Temple blood incident before them, aside from the Treasure Tree Heavenly King simultaneously resisting the "Painter, Music Master," the remaining three monks would still rush forward without hesitation to kill Zhou Xuan.

The Buddha Country people also understood the principle of capturing the king first to capture the bandit.

At this moment, Zhiming Monk found a gap after colliding and rushing out of the fox fur of King Xishan like snow, transforming into a brilliant flow of colors and flashing out without stopping, heading into the flower ocean world. He had only traveled a few feet when King Xishan, like a ghostly figure, appeared first, blocking Zhiming Monk's path.

"To touch the young master, you must first get past my hand."

"King Xishan, you're quite a talent. We four brothers have repeatedly tried to win you over. Today, we thought you would stay neutral, hiding safely within the White Bone Taoist Palace, yet here you are, helping Zhou Xuan so diligently. What kind of spell did he enchant you with?"

Zhiming Monk's voice carried a hint of softness as he questioned King Xishan.

"I thought carefully about the future of the Fox Clan, which you people of Buddha Country cannot provide. Helping your Buddha Country would leave the Fox Clan with no retreat. As for the young master? I see him as a force of great human destiny. The Great Saint of Literature, Xu Jingshan once stated—an unstoppable force can only be followed."

"Xu Jingshan was nothing more than a servant raised by a Great Demon from Yellow Field Prefecture. The nonsense he spouts cannot be taken seriously."

Zhiming Monk saw that King Xishan still did not show any sign of stepping aside, so he threatened fiercely: "Since you are so determined, I shall enter your River of Destiny. No matter how much fortune you have, King Xishan, your life will still be under my control once the River of Destiny is severed..."

"That's the origin of your name, being able to enter other people's River of Destiny."

King Xishan was unafraid, instead saying: "Then let me save you some effort..."

He spoke up to this point, opened his mouth, and spat out his Fox Clan's horizontal bone, suspending it in front of him, then made a "please" gesture, haughtily saying,

"I, King Xishan, rarely take action, but I possess the cultivation integrity of the Fox Clan and am unwilling to bully the weak. Since your most proud method is to 'enter destiny,' I shall use the same 'enter destiny' method, to contest life and death with you. Today, only one of us can walk away with this horizontal bone. Dare you accept the challenge, Zhiming Monk of the Buddha Country?"

The horizontal bone of the Demon Clan is akin to the secret realm of the Human Clan. To enter the horizontal bone is to enter the River of Destiny.

Zhiming Monk hadn't expected King Xishan to be so confident and proud, knowing how strong he was at 'entering destiny,' King Xishan used the method of entering destiny to counter him.

For a moment, he was stunned, but when he came back to his senses, he coldly sneered and said,

"King Xishan, I truly look at you with Buddhist respect. Come, battle."

Zhiming Monk once again transformed into a stream of light, entering the glossy and smooth horizontal bone of King Xishan,

"Really went in?"

King Xishan murmured after a brief moment, hurriedly biting his tongue to draw blood, spitting it onto the horizontal bone, then making a sword-finger gesture and quickly drawing the "Heavenly Eye Temple" talisman on the horizontal bone, activating the mysteries within.

"King Xishan, why are there nine Rivers of Destiny within your horizontal bone?"

"This is not just my horizontal bone; it is the inherited divine bone of our Fox Clan's nine incense ancestors. Inside, there are nine ancestral souls, naturally containing nine Rivers of Destiny. I have sealed the bone with talismans, with nine Heavenly Fox souls entwined within. Zhiming Monk, if you manage to fight your way out of this horizontal bone, I will write 'Hu' of our Third Grandfather Hu backward."

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