Wandering Gods of Day and Night

He is from the Buddha Country and knows the matters of the Buddha Country,

that Great Wisdom Finger, recognized by the lord of the Buddha Country as the "National Guardian Divine Finger", its mysteries are naturally ever-changing and exceedingly powerful,

it is something he absolutely cannot withstand.

"Sacrifice the leg to leave."

Ning Yu thought of this and suddenly thrust his hands deep into his thighs, then brutally tore them off.

With a tearing sound, Ning Yu actually ripped off both of his own legs by himself.

He collapsed to the ground, holding a pair of severed legs in his hands, muttering under his breath.

As the Buddhist spell was chanted, Ning Yu’s severed legs seemed to boil, bubbling with blood,

the muscles within the legs transformed into clusters of flesh buds, bursting forth to contaminate the Great Wisdom of the Green Robed Buddha.

Given that his Taoist skills were insufficient, this so-called blood contamination was merely a temporary measure.

He simply needed to buy time.

Those flesh buds wrapped tightly around the Red Sun and Silver Moon Wisdom, causing the connection between the two Wisdoms to temporarily lose function,

and the scorching Sand World ceased its operation,

giving Ning Yu a chance to breathe. Taking this opportunity, he quickly used his right middle finger to cut his own forehead, writing a brief Buddhist scripture with his fingertip on his hard forehead.

Before the scripture condensed, Zhou Xuan had been watching from the side, covering his nose and mouth, as if watching a play, showing no intention to make a move.

Or rather, he was not in a hurry to act, circling like a predatory hawk, observing his opponent, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The scripture on the forehead was finally completed,

and as the last stroke fell, a Buddhist sound emanated from the Tiansheng Temple.

The Buddhist sound was deep and droning,

as invisible giant hands reached towards Ning Yu’s chest and abdomen.

This reach was one of clawing out the heart and liver,

opening up Ning Yu’s chest and abdomen, spilling his internal organs, which drew a pattern resembling an "Array",

the placement of the heart, spleen, stomach, kidney, and liver following a certain pattern.

The Green Robed Buddha looked and clapped his hands, laughing, "When did such Ghostly things emerge from the Revolving Wheel Temple? Luckily, the master’s eyes are clear like snow, exposing you, this Buddha Country scourge."

Ning Yu ignored the ridicule and kept instructing, "Master ’Wu Cang’, you unleash your power to protect me out,

as long as I escape the Heavenly Spirit Tower and return to the Revolving Wheel Temple, I will gather my fellow disciples and the golden Buddha to eradicate Zhou Xuan and the God."

"Ooh... Ooh!"

"Wu Cang" burst into a series of slow cries, seemingly agreeing to Ning Yu’s request.

However, hidden within the cries was a faint "tap, tap" sound of wood hitting.

The wood tapping sound was too faint to be heard distinctly.

With "Wu Cang’s" response, Ning Yu became more arrogant, he activated the sinister Array formed by his five organs,

the five organs glowed with bloody light, surprisingly reconstructing a pair of feet for Ning Yu.

On the two new legs were engraved things resembling "crying faces".

Zhou Xuan calculated carefully, there were three ghost faces in total, crying face, laughing face, painful face.

"With my feet restored, even at the presence of a Heavenly God Level being, they can’t stop me."

Ning Yu suddenly stood up,

he bit his right finger and brought the fingertip to the mouth of the "crying face".

The flow of blood awakened the "crying face", and this mask seemed to come to life, biting onto Ning Yu’s right index finger and chewing relentlessly,

the sound of chewing bones was like crunching iron beans, making a booming sound.

And as Ning Yu sacrificed his index finger, his figure suddenly vanished.

Zhou Xuan, covering his mouth and nose, his eyes showed a trace of delight, sneered, "What a case of searching high and low only to find it easily."

...

Ning Yu’s figure reappeared on the Great Snow Mountain,

terrified, gasping for breath.

"Good one, Zhou Xuan, your eyes are truly venomous, I almost fell for it."

"The Revolving Wheel Temple is right before my eyes, right before my eyes."

Ning Yu looked at the Buddha Praise Heavenly Palace which was now visible in contour, continually running forward in exhaustion.

"Whew... Whew... Whew..."

His breathing grew increasingly labored, and his footprints in the snow deepened.

At this moment, behind him came a sound comparable to "Evil Ghosts Seeking Life".

"Master Ning Yu, you run so fast, and fortunately, my legs are agile too."

"Zhou Xuan."

Ning Yu turned abruptly, seeing Zhou Xuan resembling a graceful aristocratic young man, holding a folded fan, looking at him with a half-smiling expression.

"How... how... how could you keep up with me?"

"Isn’t it time you updated your Buddha Country’s information?"

Zhou Xuan approached Ning Yu step by step, filled with an overwhelming presence, saying, "I, Zhou Xuan, shift forms at will, in one night pursued Mr. Feng, who knows no distance in the human world, across five states, you think you can outrun me?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I am also a disciple of the Dragon Seeking Sensing Sect, I can leverage the mountain terrain and landscape of Snow Plain Prefecture,

do you think this is your home ground? No, the more majestic the mountain’s terrain, the more it is my home ground."

"Look at the Revolving Wheel Temple."

Zhou Xuan’s folded fan pointed at the Revolving Wheel Temple, Ning Yu turned to see, and found that the grand temple was getting smaller and smaller.

"It’s not the temple shrinking, but I’m getting further from the Revolving Wheel Temple."

Ning Yu understood.

"Naturally so."

Zhou Xuan said easily, "This is because I controlled the mountain terrain, using the Dragon Seeking Skill, causing the mountain terrain to layer like waves, no matter how far you run, I can always pull you back."