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The ferocity of the Qilin was ignited by the rampant gaze, and Misha was enveloped in a battle intent. Just as her ferocity was about to overwhelm her rationality, the voice of Muyu echoed deep within her mind, calming her fierce demeanor and revealing a hint of Buddha's light.
Misha uttered a chant of Amitabha. In times of life and death, one must remain calm.
The demonic patterns on Qi Xiaomian and Huo Qi began to fade as well. The Cursed Dragon, witnessing this scene, grew displeased. How could such a large Auspicious Beast be reduced to a detestable bald donkey? It thought it was merely a shaved head, but it turned out to be a Buddha Cultivation.
Buddhism was just as annoying as the gods; during the great battle, it had suffered significant losses at the hands of the Buddha Cultivation. The methods of Buddha Cultivation had a restraining effect on him. Such a large piece of meat was hard to swallow; he could see it but couldn't taste it, which was infuriating!
The Cursed Dragon's gaze shifted back to Qi Xiaomian. That kid was audacious; the dragon breath emanating from him was too obvious. His previous attack had been the most vicious, and his aura as a Demon Cultivator was quite enticing, even better than the complex Dragon Qi of the Great Ginger Emperor.
Let’s take him down first!
As he moved, Misha stepped in front, chanting in an identical manner, attempting to restrain him like those from the Upper Realm, thinking that a few murmurs would suffice? Ha! Overestimating oneself.
The Cursed Dragon charged forward, only to collide with a layer of golden net woven from Buddhist energy just a step away from Misha. The impact sent Misha staggering back several miles; even Old Vine couldn't hold her back. Naturally, she spat out several mouthfuls of blood—such waste could not be tolerated. Before the blood hit the ground, she flicked her sleeve and sent it toward the golden net. The blood merged with the net, and the Buddha Gold Net began to adhere to the dragon's head, slowly spreading along its body.
The splattering of blood was an unexpected move by Misha, yet it proved effective. She continued chanting; every word she sang transformed into gold that surged toward the Cursed Dragon, causing the golden net to weave ever more densely. Occasionally, she would send out another drop of blood; each time it touched the net, it would faintly glow.
Nearby, Xuan Yin observed this situation and decided to cut his wrist. Blood gushed forth, distracting Misha. "Junior brother! What are you doing?"
Xuan Yin turned and smiled. "Senior brother should conserve some essence."
"I have consumed Buddhism's Pure Heart Lotus; my blood has a stronger restraining effect on demons than yours. Integrating it into your methods will yield better results. Look—the Buddha Gold Net is spreading faster now and tightening more securely."
At this moment, the Cursed Dragon struggled fiercely but could not break free for a while. Where the gold made contact, wisps of demonic energy dissipated.
Xuan Yin continued, "Among us, I am the weakest; if I do not exert myself now, when will I? Senior brother can focus on casting spells; I know my limits and will leave enough breath for you to save me when you achieve victory. If we fail in this battle, we shall walk hand in hand on the Underworld Road!"
How much blood can one person have?
About the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Xuan Yin fell, and Old Vine caught him, placing him alongside Sang Qingxiao.
Xuan Yin was not afraid of death; he simply did not want his senior brother to be distracted at a critical moment because of him, so he chose to spare his own life.
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