The pillar shattered, slowly falling towards the ground. The building collapsed, and the glazed roof tiles rained down.
Sunlight poured in, shining with a rainbow glow.
Everyone's expressions of shock froze on their faces. This was unimaginably powerful!
"Senior brother!" "The abbot!" The Unraging monk and the two old monks cried out.
"Don't worry, master. Our abbot's head is still pretty tough."
Li Qingshan smiled. Although the Dauntless monk had always been a nuisance to him, he was still quite nice to Little Ann, so he did not kill him. Otherwise, even a Demon King with a tough body would only end up with his head exploding if he punched him in the head.
"You damned disciple! I won't spare you today!"
The Unraging monk said furiously. His demon qi surged with the supreme power of demon suppression, merging with his large, fat body. His fat immediately became knotted muscles, and he became scarlet-red like fire as if he had been possessed by the demon of war. However, the banner on his back had the words "demon suppression".
Li Qingshan only smiled when he heard that. With the two words "damned disciple", he had not purposefully held back in vain.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The pillar smashed into the ground, and the great hall shook violently. The shattering of the glazed roof tiles filled the air, kicking up dust.
The countless arhat, maidens, and protector generals from the murals surged over together, about to drown Li Qingshan. A river of blood whistled over. The water was dark red and viscous. Countless skeletons moaned and wailed in it, extending their pale-white arms. There were even a few powerful ghosts that brandished their claws and fangs, ready to devour people.
"The Darkmoon?" The Dark Queen looked over in surprise, only to see Little Ann wielding a Banner of White Bone and Blood. He waved it gently, and it actually seemed even better than the sect treasure of the Umbral Yin sect, the Myriad Ghost Banner.
It was the supreme treasure of white bone, the Blood Sea Banner.
The sea of blood surged, filled with a deep, filthy aura. Wherever it passed by, the golden buddhist light would pale in comparison. Whether it was the arhat, maidens, or protector generals, they would all be swallowed up as soon as they fell in, drowning out the buddhist kingdom.
Only the eight grotesquely shaped murals could leap out of the sea of blood.
At first glance, they all looked somewhat humanoid, but upon closer inspection, they were not human. Some were exceptionally handsome, some had the head of a snake and the body of a human, some were hideous and ferocious, some had four arms, and all of them had the power of the third heavenly tribulation.
Li Qingshan could tell at a glance that the hideous and ferocious mural was an Asura.
Normally, one wouldn't be able to tell, but in the colorful and gorgeous murals, the Arhat and Celestial Maiden were just a foil. Only these eight were the real protagonists.
These were the legendary Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon. They were the Heavenly Dragon, the Dragon, the Yaksha, the Gandharva, the Asura, the Garuda, the Kinnara, and the Mahoraga. They were the eight types of deities that resembled humans, yet were not. They were all fated with the Dharma, and when the Buddhas preached, they would often attend and listen.
The Heavenly Dragon and Dragon were the most important, which was why they were known as the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon. They possessed an extremely important status in buddhism, which was also the origin of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga's name. The Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga's supreme technique, the Chant of Deva-Nāga, sounded like a dragon's cry, but it actually contained the chanting of celestials.
Li Qingshan let out a great laugh. "You say I'm a wretched daemon, but these eight are clearly not human either. Aren't they enshrined in the grand hall as well? Isn't the Chant of Deva-Nāga just imitating the voices of wretched daemons? Why are you favoring one over the other?"
"How dare you!" "How dare you!" The two old monks bellowed.
"Damned disciple, the beings of the eight divisions all admire the Dharma, so they're definitely fated with the Buddha and are enshrined by us. How is that something you can comment on?" said the Unraging monk.
"Master, I'm fated with the Buddha too! The Dauntless abbot even said I possess a deep buddhist nature. After listening to the Dharma of the Zen Heart, I even gained a little zen heart? "
"Unraging, there's no need to waste your breath on him. Hurry up and purge daemons and protect the sect!"
"Rationality is undivided, and buddhahood is one. Fist of Wisdom!"
A Monk King punched out with both fists, forming the Fist of the Buddha with both hands. His ten fingers intertwined, hurling it towards Li Qingshan's back as hard as he could.
This was the Palm Seal of Vairocana of the Vajra realm. It used great wisdom and wisdom to break through the maze, preventing the enemy from escaping. Afterwards, it used the strength of vajra to crush the enemy. It was the most powerful technique of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga.
"The Sword of Dharma Wisdom!"
Another Monk King raised a sword five feet long with both hands. His figure was small and hunched, like a child wielding an adult's weapon, which seemed extremely uncoordinated. However, his expression was naive and simple, filled with sincerity. He bowed deeply and swung his sword towards Li Qingshan's head.
He used the final form of the Sword of Dharma right away, the Child Worships the Buddha!
If he were not a true buddha, then only death awaited him!
At the same time, the eight divisions of spiritual beings struck out together.
The "sky" was peaceful, untainted by dust and dirt. It stood high above like a god, chanting softly.
The "dragon" soared into the air, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, producing a resonant dragon's roar that rang through the clouds.
When Li Qingshan heard these two sounds, he felt like they had entered his head from his left and right ear respectively. With a rumble, the two sounds combined and became the supreme technique of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, the Chant of Deva-Nāga. It was different from the Chant of Deva-Nāga of eminent monks. It was more primitive and primitive, lacking some of the profound zen intent. However, it possessed even more wondrous destructive power, making his soul surge.
"Gandharva" was graceful and beautiful. She only wore a white veil, but layers of unpredictable, colourful smoke coiled around her, giving off a heavy fragrance. It was enough to make people dizzy, yet they could not help but want to smell it. It was like a dream.
"Asura" was the most valiant and ferocious. He let out a battle roar and charged over with a weapon in hand, radiating with surging battle intent. He was basically no different from a true Asura King, perhaps even purer.
"Yaksha" was no less vicious than an asura. He had a green face, sharp fangs, and a pair of horns protruded from his forehead, but he moved swiftly and silently. He unfurled his wings and launched a swift attack.
"Kinnara" had a single horn on his head. He sang and danced gracefully, as if he was not fighting, but attending a grand banquet. His steps changed constantly, making it difficult to grasp. He seemed to move slowly, but he arrived before Li Qingshan in the blink of an eye, grabbing towards his throat like he was dancing.
"Garuda" let out a long, sorrowful cry. He unfurled his wings, blotting out the sun. Various solemn colours appeared, and his sharp beak stabbed towards the back of Li Qingshan's head. He was so fast that he struggled to react.
"Mahoraga" originally had the head of a snake and the body of a human, but he suddenly turned into a huge, black python. He opened his mouth, which was filled with endless darkness, and swallowed Li Qingshan.
Although the Eight Tribes of Deva-Nāga were only conjured from a mural, the painter had clearly already comprehended the essence of the eight tribes. They all possessed divine might, and they worked together with great teamwork. It was enough to rival the combined efforts of ten great cultivators, and on Great Buddha mountain, the Sound of Sanskrit Formation of World Purification was several times more powerful.
If someone who did not know what was good for them wanted to barge into the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, there would be no need for the monks in the monastery to take action at all. Just the colossal mural was enough to make them die here, and just what kind of abilities did the person who could paint a mural like that possess?
What a Five Absolutes Immortal!
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