The Imperial Advisor of the Left's expression changed drastically. He pointed at Li Qingshan. "Wretched daemon, don't you dare!"
The Unraging monk said, "You mustn't, you wretched disciple!"
Li Qingshan completely ignored him. He tossed half of Kuang Tianyou's head to Little Ann and unfurled his wings of wind, leaping over the mountains. Little Ann followed closely behind, vanishing into the horizon together. ()
The mountains of the Dragon province rose and fell. There was basically no flat land. Basically every single mountain had a spiritual vein running through it. The spiritual qi of any random mountain surpassed the Qing Xiao dwelling in the Chain mountains. Then he remembered how the old donkey had destroyed the dwelling, which made him even more furious.
On top of Dragon's Head Mountain, Gu Yanying said, "Your majesty, this world is about to be devoured by the Hungry Ghost realm. We're all people of the nine provinces, so if we continue fighting like this, the Hungry Ghost realm will laugh at us. Why don't we just keep the peace and release this Unraging master? That way, you can continue your worship. "
The emperor of Great Xia frowned. "How did you know?"
Gu Yanying smiled. "It's only a guess. If you're willing to make peace, I can mediate. Normally speaking, that 'wretched daemon' is still reasonable. "
Before the emperor of Great Xia could reply, the Imperial Advisor of the Left sneered. "Our Lingguo temple isn't a place that just anyone can take down. It won't be too late to talk once the wretched daemon runs out of options and returns here."
The emperor of Great Xia said in thought, "You're right, Imperial Advisor."
With the strength that Li Qingshan has demonstrated Just now, he'll be a great help to me if I can use him.
There was an even deeper reason that could not be put into words. As the emperor of Great Xia, he possessed supreme authority. How could he easily accept a wretched daemon who had appeared out of nowhere to be on equal footing with him?
"If he's willing to submit, I can confer him the title of Ten Daemon King. He'll be able to watch over an entire province. "
Gu Yanying bowed slightly. "I wish you all the best, your majesty!" However, he shook his head in his heart. 'Now that things have come to this, why would Li Qingshan care about being the Ten Demon King? It's already good enough that I don't kick you off this Dragon Head Mountain and become the emperor.'
The Dragon province was not particularly large. A while later, Li Qingshan saw a buddhist holy land shrouded in golden light and shrouded in mist among the mountains. It was the greatest temple in the world, the Lingguo temple.
There were thousands of pagodas and halls in the temple. It was resplendent and dazzling, as if it was one with the mountain. It was as if it was made of a whole piece of gold.
At this moment, the temple's alarm bell rang. A ray of Buddhist light soared into the sky, illuminating the surroundings. Another eight spots of golden light rose and hovered above the Lingguo Temple.
The Left Imperial Preceptor had already sent a message, ordering the eight Monk Kings stationed in the temple to rely on the formation. They guarded the Lingguo Temple.
The Seven Treasure Monk Monarch was one of them. Looking at the demonic aura that was sweeping over like a black cloud, Their emotions were rather complicated. In his message, the Left Advisor told them about the battle at the foot of Dragon Head Mountain. The conclusion was, "The wretched daemon is vicious. You must not leave the formation and fight him in the open."
Even the mighty Left Advisor was afraid of leaving Dragon Head Mountain right now to assist the Lingguo temple, afraid that Li Qingshan would intercept him halfway.
Boom!
Li Qingshan landed at the entrance of the temple and stowed away his wings of wind, gazing at the golden mountain. He did not plan on directly attacking the Lingguo temple. That would take far too much time and effort. Just the nameless protective formation completely surpassed the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga in the past. Who knew how many tricks this holy land of buddhism was hiding. Even if he was not afraid, it would still be troublesome.
"Wretched daemon, how bold of you! How dare you protect the enemy of buddhism and invade our Lingguo temple!"
The Seven Treasure Monk Monarch bellowed. All the bells in the temple rang out with tremendous might, drowning out Li Qingshan's aura.
Li Qingshan said sternly, "You bald donkeys are the bold ones! How dare you destroy my dwelling!"
"Destroy your dwelling?" The Seven Treasure Monk Monarch had almost forgotten about the tiny cave in the Chain mountains. Only now did he remember it. "Are you talking about that barren mountain in the Chain mountains?" Probably no one in the world believed that a tiny mountain with thin spiritual qi could be mentioned in the same breath as the Lingguo temple.
"Desolation my ass! There were clearly trees on that mountain!"
Li Qingshan flew into a rage. He took a step forward, and the ground shook. His body swelled up, and his skin turned a deep green. His feet turned into hooves, and his two ox horns stabbed towards the sky. His surging daemon qi became even deeper and more restrained.
Moo!
An ox's cry seemed to rise up from the depths of the earth. In the blink of an eye, he had already turned into a great daemon over three hundred meters tall. He had ox horns, ox hooves, an ox head, and an ox tail. His eyes stared at the Lingguo temple covetously. If it were not for the fact that his body and arms still resembled those of a human, he basically seemed like a huge ox standing there.
The Ox Demon Transformation of the Nine Transformations of the Demonic and Divine abandoned his other transformation abilities and pushed the Ox Demon Transformation to the limit. After shattering his daemon core and reforging his world, his figure was no longer as exaggerated as before, easily reaching several thousand meters in height. Instead, it was even more condensed and refined.
The eight Monk Monarchs communicated telepathically.
"Be careful. That demon is coming."
"I have ordered all the monks to chant in the Hall of Great Strength. Even the Daemon Monarch can forget about breaking through the formation. Let's see how a Daemon Monarch like him is going to break through the Lingguo Temple!"
The so-called formation was originally used to make use of the right time, place, and people to defeat the strong. Moreover, the Lingguo Temple was a holy land of Buddhism. It also gathered the wishes of all the Arhats in the world. A single cultivator would not be able to do anything to it. Even if one had extraordinary strength, he would not be able to afford it.
Little Ann said, "Qingshan, I will go in and destroy the formation."
"That is suicide!" The Abandoned Fairy Sword Spirit shrieked. The Hill Temple was not the Lingguo Temple, and a frontal attack was different from a sneak attack at night.
"There is no need for that. Just stand on my shoulder and watch."
A simple and honest smile appeared on Li Qingshan's ox face. His muscles bulged as he slowly bent over and half-knelt on the ground.
One of the Monk Monarchs mocked, "Demon, it is not too late to kneel and beg for mercy!"
Li Qingshan did not make a sound. His back was arched like a mountain, like a volcano that was about to erupt. His arms that seemed to be made of mixed iron swung up high and hammered the ground.
Boom! The mountains shook.
The Monk Monarchs looked at each other, not knowing what he was going to do.
Boom! The ground cracked.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Li Qingshan struck the ground again and again. The thousands of pagodas and halls of the Lingguo temple trembled and swayed, but under the protection of the protective formation, not a single one of them collapsed. At most, a few tiles fell off.
If one looked from above, they would see two cracks on the ground moving around the mountain, spreading rapidly until they connected at the back of the mountain, forming a circle.
The Spirit Qi of the Lingguo Temple immediately weakened.
"Oh no, he is going to sever the underground spirit vein!"
"Don't panic. This demon is wasting his energy. Does he think he can sever the spirit vein by creating some cracks? Even without the spirit vein, the formation is enough to maintain it. Let's see what other tricks he has up his sleeve! "
Li Qingshan straightened his body. He was not trying to sever the underground spirit vein, but to banish the entire Lingguo Temple to the outside world. He pointed at the Lingguo Temple. "Rise!"
Rumble!
The huge mountain peak actually rose with his words and finger. It slowly rose.
Thousands of tons of earth and rocks collapsed. The pagoda forest collapsed and the main hall collapsed.
The Grand Hall was stable, but the monks chanting inside could not react in time. They rolled on the ground.
The Monk Monarchs were shocked and in disbelief. What kind of power was that?!
Half of Kuang Tianyou's face was filled with shock. "The power to uproot a mountain?"
Even if he was in the Hungry Ghost Realm and at his peak, he would not be able to uproot such a mountain. Even if he transcended another Heavenly Tribulation, he would not be able to do such a thing! He immediately felt that his loss was not unjust. He even suspected if Li Qingshan had held back when he fought him.
Li Qingshan obviously could not achieve this with his own strength. Even if he transformed into a minotaur, he would not be able to do it. Back then, he had uprooted a small mountain and placed a buddha head on Great Buddha Mountain. It had already taken him a great deal of effort, yet he still had to do it personally. Right now, it was equivalent to uprooting the entire Great Buddha Mountain with his Earth Force Field.
The crux of everything was the Lifesoil of the Nine Heavens in his possession. With this Earth Force Field, dealing with the earth and rocks was as easy as a father handling his son.
Of course, if it were someone else, even if they were more powerful than Li Qingshan, they would not be able to use the power of the Lifesoil of the Nine Heavens like this. The ox demon's power had already touched on the power of the origin.
As the mountain was uprooted, a huge pit was left behind. There was a black hole at the bottom of the pit.
Immediately, demon qi surged into the sky, obscuring the stars and making the sky dim.
A colossal demon cavern that had never been seen before was suppressed beneath the Lingguo Temple. Countless demonfolk crawled out from the demon cavern. There were even a few Demon Kings among them. Now that they had regained their freedom, they roared out and demonified, about to cause a great disturbance.
A hoof stomped down, and the demon cavern shattered. The roars immediately vanished.
The space where the demon cavern resided had always been extraordinarily fragile. Now that it had been crushed by Li Qingshan's stomp, all of the demonfolk were ripped to pieces. Even Demon Kings could not endure something like that. And, in this shattered space, it was impossible for them to mend their bodies. Only death awaited them.
A hundred thousand demonfolk and several Demon Kings had been stomped to death.
The Monk Kings were just about to rush out of the Lingguo Temple and throw their lives at Li Qingshan, but when they saw this, they gulped and dismissed this thought.
Even if humans opened up an ant nest and wanted to stomp all the ants to death, it would not be so easy. They were not afraid of death, but they did not want to be stomped to death like this.
Li Qingshan did not even glance at the demon cavern. His ox head was held high, and his sturdy body was filled with a primitive, vigorous aura. He held the Lingguo Temple in one hand as he stood between the sky and the earth. He was like a savage fiendgod. Suddenly, he strode off and rushed towards Dragon Head Mountain.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
He trampled through rivers and leapt over a thousand mountains, leaving behind a string of deep hoof prints.
There were many cultivation sects in the mountains along the way. The cultivators all stared at the figure that held up the mountains as he charged forward in shock. They were unable to return to their senses even after a very long time.
Li Qingshan said to Little Ann, "We'll have hostages now! Several tens of thousands of bald donkeys for one bald donkey. That bald donkey boss has made a killing! "
On Dragon Head Mountain, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Works flew extremely high into the air as a grandmaster of mohism. He took out an arcane treasure that resembled a telescope and gazed in the direction of the Lingguo Temple with one eye.
"Do you see it? Has that wretched daemon managed to breach the Lingguo Temple? "
The Minister of the Left panicked. Just Now, his connection with the Lingguo Temple had suddenly been severed as if it had vanished into thin air.
The minister of Works widened his eyes and furrowed his brows as if he was rather in disbelief. He blinked repeatedly before opening his mouth.
The Minister of the Left pressed for more details.
The minister lowered his head. He was still rather stunned. "He's back … with … the Lingguo Temple!"
"With the Lingguo Temple?"
All the cultivators below were baffled. What did he mean by with the Lingguo Temple? Could the Lingguo Temple be stuffed into his pocket? The Minister of Works had always been obsessed with the research of puppets and machinery. He was a little crazy, so no one paid him any mind.
However, when a sturdy figure crossed over a huge mountain and strode towards them from Dragon Head Mountain, everyone was stunned. Their gazes were focused on the golden mountain that he was holding in his right hand.
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