We Agreed On Experiencing Life So Why Did You Immortals Become Real Chapter 276

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After Xiao Mo returned from Kongnian Temple, tens of thousands of demonic sect cultivators surged into Buddhist territory.

In this demonic sect invasion of Buddhist territory, all demonic cultivators were forbidden from harming ordinary people.

All dynasties had to sign state documents acknowledging Xiao Mo as their master. If they disagreed, the emperor would be killed and replaced with one who was willing.

Besides this, these demonic path disciples would establish formations in various cities to extract twenty percent of the people’s existing life essence.

As for those Buddhist temples, if they were willing to surrender to Xiao Mo and acknowledge him as master, to be governed by Ten Thousand Dao Sect, then all would be well but if they disagreed, they would be killed until they agreed.

That Xiao Mo wanted to become lord of the Western Region and gather the Western Region’s fortune unto himself, many people could understand but they could not understand why Xiao Mo wanted to extract twenty percent of mortal people’s life essence.

Some Buddhist temples, upon seeing the demonic sects invade, directly submitted.

Most Buddhist temples would resist somewhat, but when they saw Xiao Mo’s blade sweep across the firmament and sensed that endless pressure, they instantly lost all will to resist and directly submitted.

In their view, there was no longer anyone in this world who could withstand Xiao Mo.

It left people with only despair.

Since it was so, they might as well surrender to Xiao Mo.

He merely wanted to become lord of the Western Region and concentrate the entire Western Region’s fortune.

After Xiao Mo left, they could still eat vegetarian meals and chant Buddhist scriptures, then wait for an opportunity to rebel. However, there was a portion of Buddhist temples that, even unto death, did not want to acknowledge a Demon Lord as master.

Regarding these people, Xiao Mo actually quite admired them.

Xiao Mo publicly said he had killed them, but in reality, he used soul-locking nails to bind their spiritual veins, then bound them and threw them into dungeons.

These Buddhist cultivators imprisoned in dungeons understood even less.

Xiao Mo clearly could have just killed them.

Why still keep them alive?

But regardless, throughout the entire Western Region, especially in Buddhist territory, the great name of Xiao Mo, this demon head who killed without blinking, spread far and wide.

More and more people hated and feared Xiao Mo.

Even some demonic sect disciples wished Xiao Mo would die.

Because they could not practice their evil techniques. Once Xiao Mo discovered them, their souls would be scattered, that was the only path but Xiao Mo did not care at all.

And one month after Xiao Mo invaded the Ten Great Buddhist Temples’ territories, the Buddhist sects formally formed an alliance to jointly resist the demonic sects but the problem was this.

In past Buddha-Demon Wars, although both sides’ various sects all had a leader, overall they were quite scattered.

Now it was different.

On the demonic sects’ side, though there were considerably fewer Upper Three Realm cultivators, Xiao Mo alone was sufficient.

And precisely because of this, in the demonic sects, only Xiao Mo’s word counted. No one dared violate Xiao Mo’s will.

Though the Buddhist sects had also formed an alliance and elected Kongnian Temple’s Abbot Master as alliance leader, each temple was relatively scattered and had its own portion of interests and concerns.

Therefore, when truly fighting, compared to the demonic sects, the Buddhist sects were like scattered sand.

The great army led by Xiao Mo was like locusts passing through, eroding temple after temple.

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Two years passed.

Throughout the entire Western Region, all Buddhist disciples had gathered at the southernmost edge of the Western Region, which was the territory where Kongnian Temple was located.

Not one of the ten great abbots of the Buddhist sects’ Ten Great Buddhist Temples had perished.

They even rarely appeared on the battlefield.

It was as if they also knew they had no chance of victory against Xiao Mo and seemed to be secretly plotting something.

Regarding this, Xiao Mo was indifferent.

In Xiao Mo’s view, even if they revived ancient divine beings, as long as those ancient divine beings had not reached those lost two realms, then he could still slay those so-called divine beings with one blade.

Another half year passed.

The demonic sect army led by Xiao Mo was stationed north of the Luo River.

South of the Luo River were all the disciples still resisting from the Buddhist sects.

Tomorrow morning, Xiao Mo would cross the Luo River.

That would be his final battle.

At that time, he would be the supreme lord of the Western Region. Everything he needed to do would be complete!

On the night before the great battle, Xiao Mo sat by the Luo River in a daze.

Watching the turbulent river water, listening to the sound of the river water striking the shore, Xiao Mo’s thoughts could not help but scatter as he recalled all the various experiences of this life.

Regardless, tomorrow would end everything. All matters would be settled.

“Young Master hasn’t slept yet…” Before long, Sili’s voice came.

Sili, dressed in a gauze gown, walked step by step toward Xiao Mo.

She lightly smoothed her skirt. The gauze dress clung to the woman’s curves like a ripe peach as she slowly sat beside Xiao Mo.

Sili hugged her knees with both hands. Her well-proportioned, full thighs pressed against her high, snowy peaks, the latter forming a beautiful arc.

“Not sleeping. I want to look at this world a few more times,” Xiao Mo said.

“Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!”

Sili hurriedly spat several times to the side. A pair of seductive eyes looked coquettishly at the man beside her.

“What is Young Master saying? Making it sound as if Young Master will be gone tomorrow. Tomorrow’s battle, Young Master will definitely win!”

Xiao Mo merely smiled faintly and said nothing.

Sili looked at Xiao Mo’s appearance, her expression involuntarily freezing.

She did not know why, but Sili felt tonight’s Young Master seemed extremely open-minded, his expression also extremely gentle.

Like a long blade sheathed, without the previous heart-stopping sharpness.

This kind of Young Master also looked quite good.

“But Young Master…” Sili thought of something and reminded him. “Those Ten Great Buddhist Temple abbots haven’t appeared these past years. I worry they must be doing something. Tomorrow, Young Master must be careful.”

“I know. Don’t worry,” Xiao Mo nodded. “Since I was born, I have never lost.”

“That’s true,” Sili nodded.

Even if those Ten Great Buddhist Temple abbots had some conspiracy, so what?

Young Master was now at Immortal realm perfection, even suppressing his realm.

As long as Young Master wanted, he could step into the Ascension realm at any time.

Ranmo had even already awakened, adding wings to a tiger for Young Master.

Sili truly could not think of anything that could block Young Master’s footsteps.

Time passed minute by minute. The two sat by the river like this, and Xiao Mo rarely did not drive Sili away.

The evening breeze lightly brushed their garments, playing with their hair. Sili sometimes looked at the river surface, sometimes at the profile of the man beside her.

As she watched, Sili’s heartbeat gradually accelerated. As if wanting to say something yet not daring to speak it, her cheeks grew increasingly flushed.

And just then, the dark clouds parted. The bright moonlight scattered across the river surface, glimmering with a faint clear radiance.

“Young Master, look… the moon is so bright,” Sili pointed at the bright moon in the sky, wanting to ease the atmosphere, then truly and seriously speak her heart’s intentions.

“Mm,” Xiao Mo nodded. As if knowing what Sili was about to say next, he spoke first. “It is quite bright, but being bright is useless.”

Sili froze slightly, not quite understanding Young Master’s meaning.

“Even if useless, it’s still bright!” Sili puffed out her cheeks stubbornly.

The corners of Xiao Mo’s mouth curved up. He patted her head, “Silly girl.”

Sili pouted, half her small face buried in her knees, murmuring softly, “Young Master… blockhead…”