Li Qingshan's pupils constricted. Time seemed to slow down as the nascent soul's inherent form disintegrated, turning from the shape of an infant into a hazy white sphere. Cracks appeared on the sphere as streaks of dazzling white light shot out. Under Master Zhu's final will, it flew towards him rapidly.
Under such speed, there was no time to dodge at all. A strong sense of danger surged into his heart. He had used the Tiger Demon's Fury and End of the Fanatic at the same time, and his body was already on the verge of collapse. He could not endure another nascent soul explosion.
"Fellow Zhu!" "Damn the wretched!"
The Great Grandmasters all shouted angrily, but they secretly sighed in relief. They would finally be able to kill this wretched daemon this time. Master Zhu sacrificed himself for the sake of purging daemons. This was enough for the entire cultivation world to remember for a thousand years.
Although Chu Lie King felt rather regretful that he could not personally kill Li Qingshan, he still felt delighted.
An idea struck Li Qingshan. He made up his mind and grabbed the nascent soul. The figure of a spirit turtle appeared behind him and suppressed it.
The nascent soul immediately stabilized greatly, and the white light that shot out was forcefully suppressed. However, more and more cracks appeared on its surface, ready to explode at any time.
Under the shocked gazes of the Great Grandmasters, Li Qingshan made an extremely bold move. He stuffed the nascent soul into his mouth and swallowed it.
The spirit turtle's suppression on the inside was even stronger, but the cracks had already covered the entire surface of the nascent soul. An explosion was already unavoidable. If this continued, he would only be blown to smithereens.
Is this wretched daemon tired of living?
Everyone thought the same thing. However, they saw Li Qingshan suddenly turn around. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened to an unbelievable degree. A dazzling light lit up in his throat.
Since he could not completely suppress it … He would just have to find a way to release it.
The Tiger Demon's Breath was a furious exhale!
"What!" Chu Lie King's expression changed.
A dazzling streak of white light whistled out, rushing towards Chu Lie King and the others like a mountain torrent bursting out of a dam.
As soon as the white light left his mouth, it became unrestrained. It expanded rapidly, taking the shape of a funnel. By the time it reached Chu Lie King and the others, it had already blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
Li Qingshan even shook his head maliciously, causing the white light to bend and sway, ensuring that the area of attack of this angry breath was large enough. I guarantee that I won't let a bad person go, nor will I let a good person go!
"The white horse is not a horse, it's hard to tell the truth!"
The famed great grandmaster-level Martial Sage's expression changed. Then, a hazy figure appeared in the air, looking like a horse but not. It was white yet not white. When the rays of light entered it, they all turned into nothingness, as if they were directly denied by his words.
"Mechanical War City!"
The Mohist Great Grandmaster waved his hand and summoned a majestic black city. It was filled with countless black cannon holes and a thousand cannons. They all fired at the white light.
"Dazzling Heavenly Sound." The music school's great grandmaster waved her hands and hurriedly plucked the zither strings. Waves of sound waves were condensed and did not disperse. Instead, they stacked up in front of her.
The Great Grandmasters all used their ultimate defensive techniques. If it was an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, they might be able to resist it. However, this was a Nascent Soul cultivator's self-destruction. After being restrained by Li Qingshan, the power no longer spread in all directions. Instead, it was restrained and pointed in one direction, increasing its destructive power by more than ten times.
Boom, boom, boom!
The white horse was dead. The battle city was broken, and the sound was broken!
The Great Grandmasters were like ordinary people who had been swept into a mountain flood. They couldn't control themselves and were slapped hard on the Great Buddha Mountain.
Billions of rays of light splashed and the Great Buddha Mountain shook.
The Grand Buddha Hall at the top of the mountain was enveloped in white light. Countless glazed tiles and golden bricks were shattered. Even the Sanskrit World Cleansing Array couldn't protect the hall that had existed for ten thousand years. It completely collapsed and turned into ashes.
Only the Fierce King of Chu let out a roar, and a five-pointed star appeared in front of him. It flickered with five different kinds of light, and contained the mysterious changes of mutual promotion and restraint. It rotated to resist the impact of the white light, and actually went against the flow.
"Li Qingshan!"
Li Qingshan wiped his mouth. He didn't have that part anymore. From his neck to his mouth, everything had been melted away by the violent power, revealing his craggy bones. Four fangs intersected and emitted a metallic luster. However, this didn't stop him from revealing a ferocious smile.
At some point, the mighty sound of Sanskrit had calmed down and the turbulence in his soul had calmed down. He was full of fighting spirit and swung his Last Man Wild Flower Saber.
"Again!"
…
Deep in the soil, the Great Grandmaster of the Agricultural School felt the earth tremble. He tried his best to go deeper. Because he was on the Great Buddha Mountain, the soil and rocks were all soaked in Buddhist light, so the speed at which he traveled through the earth was very slow. However, he had the patience. Right now, he just wanted to leave this "ghastly place" and return to the farmland of his dreams.
Although Li Qingshan had said that very rudely, he found it to be very reasonable. Those who ploughed the fields should remain in the fields obediently. They should not wander around.
Purging daemons or upholding justice was not something an old farmer like him should be doing.
Although he might be mocked by his fellow cultivators for fleeing in the face of battle, plowing the fields had never been something glorious. If he were competitive, he would have never chosen the Agricultural School in the first place, much less reach his current realm of cultivation.
Only when he reached the depths of the earth and entered the criss-crossing underground caverns of the Green province did his withered face smile. He could finally use the earth escape technique at full strength.
He sat on a rock and took out a tobacco pipe happily. He took a great drag and even blew out a few smoke rings. He had grown all of the tobacco in the farmland's secret realm. Not only were they harmless, but they were even very spiritual. Regular people would become addicted to second-hand smoke.
"Old man, let me have a taste!"
A pair of cold compound eyes lit up in the darkness behind him, and a hoarse voice rang out.
"You are!"
… …
In the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga, countless monks raised their heads at the top of the mountain in shock. The grand hall had vanished?!
However, even more people could no longer care about that. A great buddha was currently rampaging through the monastery, pursuing a tiny, white figure.
Boom!
The buddha's palm struck down, reaching several meters deep into the mountain and leaving behind a huge, deep handprint. Large swathes of temples and halls collapsed.
Little Ann was sent flying by the shockwave, basically brushing past the edge of the palm to avoid it. Before she could even catch her breath, there was a flash of golden light from the corner of her eyes, and the buddha's palm struck out again. She was unable to dodge anymore.
Bang!
Her bones shattered and scattered, and the Samādhi Flames of White Bone were extinguished with a flash. The strange cackling came to a halt, and a Skeleton Demon was smashed to pieces. Its body that was even tougher than arcane treasures was as fragile as a clay puppet before the buddha's palm.
In the face of danger, Little Ann summoned a Skeleton Demon to block the palm strike for her. She used the opportunity to pull away in a hurry.
So far, seven of the thirty-three Skeleton Demons had already been destroyed. Only three had been destroyed in the chaotic battle against the two Monk Kings and the eight legions of heavenly dragon. The other four had all been smashed to pieces by the buddha's palm strike.
The Skeleton Demons that were on par with great cultivators could only be used to block the great buddha's blade. Fortunately, the great buddha did not possess any abilities or techniques, nor did he possess sufficient intelligence, making it very easy for him to predict his movements. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to emerge victorious.
Even with that being the case, he was the most powerful opponent she had ever encountered in her life.
And this is just a statue. If it were a true buddha, just what kind of abilities would he possess? If it weren't for the fact that I practise the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty, which prevents me from being suppressed by the buddha's nature, I probably would have fallen into a bitter battle already. Sure enough, killing buddhas isn't that simple.
Little Ann thought to herself. She held the Buddha Slaying Sword in her hand, but she never had the chance to attack. She might be able to injure the great buddha with a single slash, but if she was struck by a palm strike, the outcome would not be much better than the Skeleton Demon's.
If she summoned all the Skeleton Demons and formed the Skeleton Demon Formation to suppress the great buddha, she might be able to create an opportunity. However, she did not do that. Apart from the five prayer beads she held in her hand, the remaining twenty-one Skeleton Demons were all spread out.
Under the terrified gazes of the monks, a hideous Skeleton Demon climbed up a bell tower with great difficulty. Under the assault of the vast sound of Sanskrit, its body trembled violently. Its joints seemed like they would crack at any moment, but it was unable to drown out its strange cackling.
Finally, it reached the top and crushed the buzzing bell with a swipe of its claw. The vast sound of Sanskrit weakened slightly. It ignored the monks and lunged towards the next bell tower.
This happened above and below Great Buddha mountain. The Skeleton Demons charged left and right like there was no one there, shattering countless bells and drums. This happened to be the foundation of the Sanskrit Formation of World Purification.
The eight tribes had all been annihilated. The two Monk Kings landed at the foot of Great Buddha mountain feebly. Now, there was no one in the monastery who could stop them anymore. The vast sound of Sanskrit gradually settled down, ensuring that Li Qingshan was no longer suppressed.
"Now, there's finally a place I can go."
It was the place she had wanted to go to ever since she entered the monastery.
Bang! Another Skeleton Demon was smashed to pieces.
She did not take another glance at it. Instead, she gazed in a certain direction on Great Buddha mountain. Just when she was about to fly over, two figures blocked her way.
"Invincible Buddha!" The Dauntless monk and the Monk Kings of the Seven Treasures stared at Little Ann furiously. Although they both seemed rather disheveled, they were filled with determination. One used the guardian king's avatar, while the other used the five buddhist treasures.
There were two Monk Kings blocking her way in front, while the great buddha pressed over from behind and slammed down with another palm strike, immediately forcing her into dire straits. She smiled in an alluring manner.
"I've been waiting for you for a very long time."
Little Ann swung the Blood Sea Banner without even looking back, sucking the great buddha into it again. Then she raised her hand.
"The Law of Four Parts? Abstinence! "
The furious expressions of the two Monk Kings stiffened. They were immobilised. The familiar sight appeared before them once again.
Bang!
They glanced at each other from the corner of their eyes. They should not have been so close to each other …
Rumble! The great buddha slammed into the side of the mountain, producing a long gully.
With a rip, the Blood Sea Banner cracked open, and the blood-red colour became much fainter. Little Ann stowed it away and flew towards the forest of pagodas in the monastery.
The exquisite pagodas were scattered all over the place, old and new. They consecrated the śarīras left behind by past eminent monks. These were not bones that had survived cremation, but true condensation of power. To be able to be condensed into śarīras, one had to undergo the second heavenly tribulation at the very least.
These śarīras were the best resources for the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty!
Little Ann brought her palms together and closed her eyes. "Seniors and masters, I'd like to borrow your śarīras."
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