Bang!
Just as Li Qingshan was thinking that, a golden, barefoot foot appeared in front of him, crushing the sea of blood with a single stomp. Even Great Buddha mountain trembled.
The golden, barefoot foot was a calf even thicker than the pillars of the hall. Li Qingshan raised his head and met a pair of benevolent, peaceful, golden faces. His heart shivered. This was the great buddha that had sat in the grand hall for thousands of years.
Time seemed to stop. The great buddha seemed to stand beyond the river of time. He was clearly just a statue, and his expression did not change at all, but he seemed even more lifelike than the various demi-gods and semi-devils. He seemed even more lifelike than all the creatures he had seen before.
Countless emotions seemed to flow and surge behind the golden buddha's face. He did not show the slightest bit of arrogance. As a matter of fact, he seemed even more peaceful than mortals, but he was unreachable, overlooking the six realms and the three thousand worlds.
The great buddha had gathered the power of belief from millions of believers, possessing a sliver of true buddhist nature. Every single movement of his possessed great might, on par with the Great Guardian King's Palm that the four Monk Kings unleashed together. He was even more powerful than the fire god Zhurong that Li Qingshan had once fought.
So this is the most powerful existence of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga. He's not some reclusive Sweeping Monk. Instead, he sits right on top of Great Buddha mountain. Back in our south, even if Qiongqi took action, he probably wouldn't be so powerful!
The saying, "If a god obstructs us, we'll slay a god. If a buddha obstructs us, we'll slay a buddha." That was only the nonsense of mortals. Only by personally witnessing the existence of gods and buddhas — even if it was only a sliver of will or a sliver of spirituality — could they understand the terror of gods and buddhas.
And, the one before him was not a god on the level of fire god Zhurong or Demon God Qiongqi either. Instead, he was the ancestor of all buddhas, the buddha's tathagata!
Li Qingshan no longer had the strength to care about his surroundings. Only by concentrating all of his willpower could he contend against the "buddhist nature" of the great buddha.
The wide, golden buddha's palm was raised high into the air. It seemed extremely heavy and slow, pressing down slowly towards Li Qingshan's head.
The buddha's palm was only several dozen meters wide, but it gave him the feeling that it was boundless, with nowhere to run. With every inch he pressed down, the pressure on his body multiplied.
A cold smile appeared on Chu Lie King's face. Even a great cultivator would be smashed to dust by this palm, not to mention the fact that he was surrounded by the Demi-Gods, Eight Tribes and two Monk Kings. Even in his current position, he was in great danger.
The grandmasters of the academy also let out a sigh of relief inside. After seeing the Dauntless monk knocked away, they no longer had the ambition to purge daemons and demons. It would be for the best if the matter could be resolved so easily.
Before the Buddha's palm arrived, Garuda's golden beak was already about to peck the back of Li Qingshan's head. A flawless hand stretched out and gently grabbed the golden beak. It was Little Ann.
She waved her hand, and a string of golden prayer beads flew over. They spun and turned into thirty-three skulls that let out a strange cackle. Then, they turned into thirty-three Skeletal Demons. Pale Samādhi Flames of White Bone burned in their eye sockets, and their bodies were dyed with a layer of golden light, showing a strange posture where Buddha and Devil coexisted.
"Bang!" "Dang!"
The Wisdom Fist Imprint and the Dharma Sword basically struck the two Skeletal Demons at the same time. The Skeletal Demons were blown away, but they climbed back to their feet with a flip, still cackling. A deep fist imprint and a sword slash appeared on their white bones, but it was not fatal.
Skeletal Demons did not care about their lives in the first place, and the buddhist techniques that specialized in suppressing evil in the world did not seem to be particularly effective against Skeletal Demons.
Instead, two other Skeletal Demons used this opportunity to swipe down with their claws and bite with their teeth, forcing the two Monk Kings to retreat and defend themselves.
The other Skeletal Demons all lunged at the Eight Tribes Heavenly Dragon. The Chant of Deva-Nāga was immediately silenced. No matter how vicious the Asura's attacks were, they were unable to kill a Skeletal Demon whose body was even tougher than an arcane treasure so easily. Gandharva's mysterious fragrance was useless too.
No matter how unpredictable the Asura's dance steps were, no matter how swift and silent the yaksha's movements were, they were unable to avoid the encirclement of over a dozen Skeletal Demons. Mahoraga swallowed three Skeletal Demons in a single gulp, but he immediately began to writhe about in pain.
In particular, Garuda, whose beak had been grabbed by Little Ann, had its glowing wings latched onto by two Skeletal Demons. They bit at them viciously, causing its golden feathers to drift about in a mess. Its cries became even more sorrowful.
In a single moment, the numbers had been reversed, and it was such a forceful reversal that it left all the cultivators dumbfounded.
In particular, the great grandmaster of mohism took the greatest pride in his life from the Puppet Kings in his possession. Every single Puppet King was as powerful as great cultivators, and they did not fear death. However, compared to these Skeletal Demons, they paled in comparison, and their numbers paled in comparison too. As a result, he immediately suffered a vicious blow.
Jin Fugui and Yue Wuyang exchanged glances. They shared similar shock and doubt. Aren't we still in the nine provinces!? A battle, no, a war, on this level was something they had never seen in their lives.
"Yue 'er!" The Dark Queen was both surprised and overjoyed, but there was also a hint of melancholy within her pride. She no longer needed her protection. No one could harm her anymore. She sneered at Chu Lie King. "Do you regret it?"
"This is …"
The Fierce King of Chu couldn't believe that this was his daughter, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of regret. Although the Ji Clan was well-established and had many descendants, none of them could compare to her, not even Ji Xuanri.
If she became King Of Chu, perhaps she would be the most powerful King Of Chu in history. Coupled with Li Qingshan's cooperation, she might even be able to bring an end to the Southshine Kingdom. Perhaps Just Now, he should not have been so ruthless with his words.
However, as soon as the thought appeared, he immediately dismissed it. He was not the type of person to be overly cautious and indecisive. He could no longer go back on what had happened today.
"The kid from back then has become so terrifying now!" Gu Yanying sighed inside. She said to the nearby master of the Sword Collection palace, "It doesn't matter what you want to do, palace master. Why did you have to provoke them? It won't end well now, will it? "
The master of the Sword Collection palace was currently controlling the Heavenly sword to continue attacking the Scorching Wind Hell. When he heard that, his face sank. He also felt rather vexed inside. Just what kind of monsters had he provoked?
Originally, dealing with Li Qingshan was a casual move he had made. If he could not achieve his objective, he would just eliminate him. However, he never thought this chess piece would overturn the board in the blink of an eye, almost trying to devour him as the chess player.
Everyone shared the same thought. If these two "people" did not die on Great Buddha mountain today, was there still anyone in the nine provinces who could stop them?
Li Qingshan suddenly felt his body lighten. It was not because the attacks from the Eight Tribes Heavenly Dragon and the two Monk Kings had been blocked, but because the golden buddha's palm above his head had suddenly changed targets, slamming towards Little Ann instead. The buddha's eye opened a little more, staring at her.
Little Ann did not block it forcefully. With a gentle shake of the Blood Sea Banner, the golden buddha was sucked into it.
The Blood Sea Banner had always been a space of its own, and unlike the Asura Field, it was specially used for capturing. Attacking with the river of blood would not be able to demonstrate its true power.
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