"Abbot!"
The monks exclaimed.
The abbot of Shura Temple was in a delirious state. The compassion in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only endless fear.
Naturally, the monks had heard of Bo Xun mentioned by the abbot of Shura Temple.
However, Emperor Bo Xun had fallen in Avici for many years. How could he come back to life?
Moreover, although the purple-robed man wore a silver mask and was somewhat mysterious, he was far from an expert like Emperor Bo Xun.
The monks of Shura Temple could not see the cultivation level of Wu Dao's original body, but they could detect that Sirius was only a Stage 1 Heaven Immortal. There was nothing to be afraid of.
The spiritual pet beside him was only a Stage 1 Heaven Immortal. Based on this, the purple-robed man's cultivation level could not be too high.
At least, it could not be higher than Heaven Origin!
"How dare you, demon! How dare you mislead us in the pure land of Buddhism!"
Another Stage 9 Heaven Immortal monk made a prompt decision and said in a deep voice, "Monks of Shura Temple, listen up! Let's work together to suppress this demon!"
The monks responded. Hundreds of Heaven Immortal monks took out their Heaven-grade magic treasures and unleashed a series of mystic arts that covered the sky and the sun!
"Call the Wind and Summon the Rain!"
"Magic Beans Soldiers!"
"Three Heads and Six Arms!"
"Buddhas, Dragons and Elephants!"
"…"
One after another, the mystic arts were unleashed. The energy waves generated swept in all directions, causing the sky to change color and sand to fly everywhere.
The chanting of the Buddhas, the roars of dragons, and the roars of tigers were endless. It was sacred and vast, as if it was going to purify all the evil in the world!
Sirius's demonic art was profound. It was the most resistant to such Buddhist mystic arts and sacred Sanskrit chants.
Although it was the Demon King of Seven Emotions in its previous life, its current cultivation level was only a Stage 1 Heaven Immortal. The sacred power unleashed by these Buddhist mystic arts made it feel extremely uncomfortable!
Sirius growled again and again, feeling uneasy.
Wu Dao's original body's eyes were deep. There was no expression on the cold silver mask. He stood in mid-air without moving. Suddenly, nine purple halos bloomed behind him!
Above each halo were countless mysterious runes that condensed Wu Dao's will!
The strength of Wu Dao's main body continued to rise, and his aura skyrocketed!
It was as if time had stopped!
All the magical treasures and abilities remained motionless in midair.
After a short pause, the nine Fate Wheels bloomed. Countless mysterious Runes burst out. Purple Qi filled the air. Annihilation!
Many magic treasures, regardless of their grade, were all blown away by the nine fate wheels of Wu Dao's original body.
Many Dharma Skills of the Buddhism Sect were also suppressed by the power of the nine Fate Wheels. They collapsed on the spot and turned into Qi of Heaven and Earth.
The monks of Shura Temple were aghast!
So many Heavenly Immortal experts had attacked at the same time, but they were all defeated by this purple-robed cultivator with a single move.
The monks of Shura Temple didn't even know what the nine purple halos surrounded by mysterious runes were.
"Could this person be a True Devil?"
The hearts of the Ninth Stage Heavenly Immortal monks trembled.
Right at this moment, Wu Dao's main body suddenly spoke and let out a roar!
Sound of All Spirits!
In this roar, there seemed to be the roar of a dragon, the cry of a phoenix, the cry of a crane, the neighing of a horse, the howl of a wolf, the cry of an ape, the roar of a tiger, the bark of a dog …
The cries of billions of living beings and the cries of all living beings in the world intertwined at this moment, condensing into an earth-shattering roar that resounded through the nine heavens!
After Wu Dao's main body created this sound domain mystic technique, he had only used it once.
This sound domain mystic technique was extremely powerful. It was condensed by his main body by combining countless sound domain mystic techniques. It was even more terrifying than Qinglian's Dragon Roar mystic technique!
This time, Wu Dao's main body did not use his full strength. He only released 60% of his strength.
Even so, it was a devastating blow to the hundreds of Shura Temple monks in front of him!
The chanting of the Buddhas, the roars of the dragon and the roars of the tiger dissipated instantly!
Poof! Poof! Poof!
Some low-level Heaven Immortals could not bear it at all. They vomited blood and could not control their bodies, falling from mid-air.
Although the few Stage Nine Heaven Immortals of Shura Temple managed to withstand it, they felt a stinging pain in their ears. Their minds were buzzing and blank, and they temporarily lost consciousness.
The monks were utterly defeated!
At the same time, in the depths of the Shura Temple in front of them, something seemed to have been awakened by the sound of All Spirits, and it burst out with an extremely powerful fluctuation of life force!
Boom!
The ground of Shura Temple trembled!
In the deepest part of Shura Temple, there was an inconspicuous grave. Some of the Shura Temple monks who had passed away were buried there.
Next to the grave, there was a shabby thatched cottage. It was on the verge of collapse, as if it would fall apart with a gust of wind.
This thatched cottage was short and dilapidated. It did not look much better than the graves next to it.
The thatched cottage did not have a door. It was empty inside, and it was pitch black.
At this moment, an old monk slowly walked out from the door of the thatched cottage. He was wearing a pitch-black monk robe. He did not have a beard, but his two white eyebrows were so long that they almost reached his shoulders!
The old monk was thin and slightly hunched, making him look short. His face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were cloudy. He raised his head to look in the direction of the sound of All Spirits, and then looked away.
The old monk came to a grave, bent down slightly, and pulled out the weeds around the grave, and cleaned it slightly.
There was a tombstone on the grave.
Strangely, the tombstone was blank, and there were no words on it.
The old monk suddenly made a strange move. He stretched out his withered hands, pressed on the top of the tombstone, and jumped lightly, slowly climbing up.
Then, the old monk tried his best to turn over and sat on the tombstone. With his back facing Shura Temple, he looked in the direction of the Pure Land of Bliss, lost in thought.
…
In the Shura Temple.
Wu Dao's true body only released the nine Fate Wheels and the Sound of All Spirits. He did not use his full strength at all, but the monks of Shura Temple were already wailing, unable to resist.
"Demon, even if you enter the Pure Land of Bliss, our Buddhist Sect will send arhats to stop you. You won't be able to go far!"
A Ninth Tier Heaven Immortal monk shouted loudly.
Arhats were the True Immortals of the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, and the True Demons of the Demon Realm. They just had different names, but they were both True Ones.
"Is that so?"
Wu Dao's true body said indifferently, "If they come, tell them to go to Avici and find me."
Avici!
Hearing these words, the monks of Shura Temple could not help but shudder.
Of course, they did not think that Wu Dao's true body would really go to Avici.
After all, that was a forbidden area that even Great Emperors would not dare to enter.
Since ancient times, countless powerhouses had been buried there!
"Demon, why did you barge into Shura Temple and enter the Pure Land of Bliss?"
A monk of Shura Temple questioned loudly.
Wu Dao's true body passed by the monks of Shura Temple. Suddenly, he stopped and thought for a while, then said, "If your temple has the Fretless Fruit, I can leave and not set foot in the Pure Land of Bliss."
"The Fretless Fruit!"
A monk glared angrily and shouted, "Fiend, you're here for the sacred item of the Buddhist monasteries, the Fretless Fruit!"
"We can't let him pass!"
"Wake it up, release it, and kill this demon!"
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