Shen Luo and his flying sword were forced back three feet by the gale released by Lin Da. He was shocked to find that Zen Master Lin Da was actually an Early-stage Mahayana cultivator.
After he stabilized his body with great difficulty, he looked up at Chan 'er on the altar and guessed a possibility in his heart. He suddenly felt anxious.
"No matter what, I must save Chan 'er first." Shen Luo made up his mind and immediately used the Crescent Steps to move toward the altar.
At the same time, the mana in his body surged out and poured into the pure Yang sword embryo. He used all his strength to urge the Red Lotus Karmic Fire in the sword to gush out and condense into a layer of flame blade outside the sword's edge. He stabbed it toward the altar with all his strength.
"Stubborn, you're courting death …" At this time, a loud shout was heard.
Zen Master Lin Da shouted angrily and raised his hand to make a gesture in the void. He suddenly slammed it forward.
A murderous aura with a tinge of red in black gushed out from his sleeves and turned into a huge black fog vortex. It spun downwards and directly enveloped Shen Luo. In an instant, it brought Shen Luo a thousand feet away.
Within the black fog, a sparkling and translucent blood-colored lotus emerged. A blood-colored light shot out from it and pulled the Pure Yang Sword Embryo into the heart of the flower. Then, the petals of the lotus closed and locked the Pure Yang Sword Embryo.
Shen Luo immediately found that his connection with the pure Yang sword embryo had been forcibly cut off.
However, what was more troublesome now was that the Evil Qi in the black fog vortex was constantly attacking him. It was like waves crashing against the shore, washing his body over and over again, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His whole body was chilled to the bone.
The many guardian monks in the square were no match for Long Tan and Baoshan. Soon, more than half of them were dead or injured. The rest were like cornered beasts that could not last more than a few rounds.
Zen Master Baoshan brought two reinforcements and attacked Bai Xiaotian.
Although Bai Xiaotian had the help of Gui Jiang and was not at a disadvantage for the time being, he could not free himself to save people.
Lin Da, who was standing in the middle of the high platform, looked at the corpses all around him and the burning tent in the distance. A satisfied smile appeared on his face as he murmured, "After suppressing myself for so long, I can finally let go of my hands and feet."
Saying this, he swept his gaze across the Zen Masters who had been imprisoned and said,
"Dear Zen Masters, I'm going to ascend today. Whether or not I succeed will depend on all of you. Thank you for your hard work."
He looked like he was pleading with them, but in reality, he didn't need their cooperation at all. Everything was already under his control.
As his voice fell, the expression on his face became solemn, and a hint of nervousness appeared in his eyes.
His hands formed a strange seal, and a ghost-like chant sounded from his mouth. Suddenly, his hands were raised high into the air, as if he was holding up the sky.
Immediately after that, layers of red light lit up behind him. Each circle was bigger than the previous one, and it was very similar to the light behind the Buddha and Bodhisattva. Below him, specks of blood-red light condensed and turned into a huge Blood Crystal Lotus Platform.
Zen Master Lin Da's eyes lit up slightly. The moment he sat down with his legs crossed, a strong force was released from his body. His clothes were torn apart, revealing his naked upper body.
Everyone saw that his naked body was wrapped in rings of golden pages of Buddhist scriptures that exuded Buddhist light and precious Qi. The golden pages were densely written with Buddhist scriptures.
The Buddhist scriptures that were supposed to be shining with golden light were mostly dyed black from the bottom to the top. It looked as if they had been there for many years and had decayed like mud.
Zen Master Lin Da smiled and raised his hand to gently stroke his body. The golden pages of Buddhist scriptures were torn from the middle, peeling off from his body bit by bit and falling down.
"What's that …"
"Evil spirit. That's a ferocious spirit that only exists in purgatory …"
"How could it be? How could he have such a thing on him …"
"Sin, sin …"
When Zen Master Lin Da's upper body was completely exposed, the imprisoned Zen Masters could no longer maintain their calm. All of them stared intently at him as they cried out in panic.
Just at this moment, a dragon's roar resounded. A dragon-shaped flame soared into the sky and dispersed the black fog whirlpool. Shen Luo held the Dragon Horn Awl in his hand and rushed into the sky. He had escaped from the trap.
When he saw Zen Master Lin Da's current appearance clearly, the expression on his face couldn't help but change abruptly. He muttered:
"Hundred Ghosts Accumulation Technique. Demonic Monk Lin Da, you're from the Body-Refining Altar?"
On the other side, Ghost General repelled the joint attack of the two monks from the Divine Lotus Altar. He looked at Lin Da and was extremely shocked.
The skin on Lin Da's upper body was blood-red and there were many dense bumps on his body. Without exception, there were many ferocious ghost faces on them.
Those ghost faces were no longer human. Each of them had one or two sharp horns on their heads and their mouths were full of sharp fangs. They looked no different from demons.
Shen Luo had read the entire content of the Hundred Ghosts Accumulation Technique, so he knew very well that this situation could only mean one thing. Lin Da's Hundred Ghosts Accumulation Technique had been cultivated to the extreme.
At this moment, the aura that was exuding from his body confirmed that he had mastered the technique and his cultivation had reached the peak of the Mahayana Realm. He was only one step away from ascending to immortality.
Obviously, he had painstakingly set up this Mahayana Spiritual Assembly to take this step.
"Body-Refining Altar … I didn't expect you to know about the Body-Refining Altar. It seems that the traitorous disciple who usurped my position as the Sacred Lord back then did not disgrace the Body-Refining Altar that I created. After I ascend to immortality, I'll return to the Central Region and have a good chat with him. "Lin Da's eyes flashed with a hint of reminiscence as he sneered.
Shen Luo thought for a moment and knew that the traitorous disciple that Lin Da was talking about was most likely the Sacred Lord of the Body-Refining Altar.
When he looked at Lin Da again, he was almost certain that he was most likely the reincarnation of the Demonic Soul that was hiding in the Western Region with such means and evil karma.
At this moment, there was a loud "boom".
The originally clear sky in the desert was suddenly blown by a strong wind. Layers of lead-black clouds rolled over and covered the sky within a hundred miles in an instant.
Everyone did not know what was going on and only thought that it was the demonic monk Lin Da's means. However, Shen Luo smelled a trace of an unusual aura from it.
He glanced at the surrounding eminent monks and finally understood Lin Da's purpose.
When he was cultivating the Hundred Ghosts Accumulation Technique, in order to pursue the speed of cultivation, he must have not restrained his actions and killed innocent people. As a result, his sins were too heavy and he was surrounded by karma.
The more a cultivator was like this, the more difficult it was for him to attain immortality. When he broke through the bottleneck of the Mahayana Realm and entered the Genuine Immortal Stage, the Heavenly Tribulations he faced would be more dangerous.
If ordinary cultivators had a slim chance of surviving, they would have a slim chance of surviving. If they wanted to deal with the Heavenly Tribulations, they had to find a way to replace the Heavenly Tribulations, but it might not be effective.
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