In the dark and deep cave, only a ray of light shone in. Li Qingshan lay sprawled on a pile of rubble. His eyes were spinning.
Every inch of his body was there, and every nerve was howling. Even his soul was severely injured. He couldn't move a single finger, and could only tremble slightly at an extremely fast speed. His face was a bit blurry as he silently digested the power of this punch.
Tao Wu's power was so strong that it could crush everything in its path.
He had basically been "paralyzed" by the punch. If Tu Wancheng had not been so confident and had thrown a few more punches, he really would have been beaten to death.
Even for him, there was no safety to speak of in a battle of such scale, let alone absolute confidence in victory.
Fortunately, he had already grown used to it. He had wandered on the edge of life and death time and time again, chasing after hope in despair.
The battle intent in his eyes intensified. So what if he was sent flying by a punch? All he had to do was crawl back up. The soldiers were still fighting a bloody battle at the front. He never doubted that they would carry out his orders to the end.
Those who resisted the urge to charge out immediately had to wait for their wounds to recover. He sent out a call for help along the way, "An, if you still don't come, I'm going to be beaten to death."
A Skull Prayer Bead rolled out from his chest and transformed into a small Skull Demon. The sound of its teeth chattering sounded like it was cackling. It spat out a gust of Samādhi Flames of White Bone, condensing into three words in mid-air, "I'm here."
Li Qingshan smiled. This was his true "trump card". He had not come to die in this battle.
The miniature world sped up. Earth, fire, wind, and water all grew and multiplied. From his body to his soul, they were all recovering rapidly.
At the same time, his eyes flickered with faint blue light, forming a delicate hexagon, like two tiny turtle shells. He used the "Profound Light Illuminates All" to pay attention to the battle.
The true disciples' performance was even worse than he had expected. Not a single one was bold enough to die with the enemy. Otherwise, with so many Human Emperors and Daemon Emperors working together, they would definitely be able to threaten the Taowu. If it could threaten Bi An, the surprise attack of the Raging Inferno Army God might succeed.
In the end, they did not even unleash half of their strength. All they could do was wait to be whipped to death by the Taowu. They were not even as good as regular soldiers. This was not a difference in strategy or strength, but a complete lack of willpower.
"Heh, as expected, the higher one's status is, the more one cherishes his life!"
However, at this time, what was the use of cherishing one's life? When "Lao Ai" was free, None of them would be able to escape unscathed.
The path of cultivation was never just a battle of strength, but also a battle of wills. War had always been a confrontation of wills at the highest level. The weak could only die.
"Eh, Senior Sister Ruan!"
Ruan Yaozhu's performance had also surprised him. Although it was somewhat due to her mental state being stimulated, the strong willpower she displayed and the determination to fight to the death far surpassed that of ordinary True Disciples. It wasn't just the seeds that were displaying their power. How could he dare to enter the Demon Domain at such a time?
"Oh no, she's probably going to be targeted."
Li Qingshan's expression turned solemn. How could he watch as she was killed? He slowly stood up and raised his arms.
When the Taowu's palm slammed down, he suddenly opened his arms and used the Ox Demon Theurgy, Force Field of Earth. At the critical moment, he pulled her back from hell.
Ruan Yaozhu's reaction was also very fast. Using the force, she flew straight into the belly of the mountain. She plunged into his embrace and said in surprise, "You're still alive!"
Li Qingshan smiled, "Senior Sister, did you think I was dead?"
Ruan Yaozhu struggled out of his embrace and urged, "Hurry up and leave!"
Li Qingshan smiled, "Where do you want me to go, Senior Sister?"
"Leave this place!" Ruan Yaozhu said resolutely, "This place is still within the Taowu's attack range."
"Then what about you?"
"I'm a Myriad Appearance Sect's True Disciple. My senior brothers and sisters are still fighting. How can I drag out an ignoble existence? "
Li Qingshan's heart shook. He was greatly moved, "Then if I leave, who will protect you?"
Ruan Yaozhu blinked and looked at him with a strange expression. Suddenly, she kissed him lightly on the cheek.
The Nine-colored Deer rushed over and saw this scene. He shouted in his heart, "What a sin!"
Li Qingshan was stunned for a moment. He touched his cheek and said, "Senior Sister, you …"
Although Ruan Yaozhu's face was a bit red, she was very calm, "Qingshan, you have fulfilled your responsibility. You did not betray my trust."
The Nine-colored Deer shouted, "Li Qingshan, catch her. If worse comes to worst, I will fulfill your wish!"
Li Qingshan always listened to advice at times like this. He hugged Ruan Yaozhu and kissed her pink lips. After a long time, he let go of her and said, "Ha, this is more satisfying!"
"You're shameless! How dare you! "
Ruan Yaozhu's face was red with anger. She made up her mind that if they wanted to force her to stay, she would threaten to kill herself. Thinking of this, she began to shed tears. No matter what, she was going to die.
"Senior Sister, don't cry!" Li Qingshan wiped away her tears and said proudly, "We haven't lost this battle yet!"
From the great battlefield below Black Cloud city all the way to the Demon domain in the distance, there was a path of blood created from sacrifices.
The Yangon abbot led all the disciples of the Pure Land temple and stood on this path. The battle cries on the battlefield were deafening, as if it was only inches away. The colossal figure of "Taowu" could not be ignored.
He glanced at it worriedly before sitting down on the ground and putting down the wooden fish. The disciples all sat down around him and began to chant scriptures.
Rings of golden light blossomed and began to purify the land.
This was their mission. If they cut off this path of sacrifice, the battlefield would no longer belong to the Demon domain, and the Demon Kings would lose their geographical advantage. The situation on the battlefield would change drastically, or even reverse.
However, the matter was nowhere near as simple as that. The war had already lasted for far, far too long. Both sides understood each other's moves. How could the demonfolk not have a plan to deal with such an obvious loophole?
Before the light of the Pure Land had even shone for very long, a demonfolk army composed entirely of cavalry arrived. There were over ten thousand of them, riding vicious demonic beasts and charging towards the Yangon abbot under the command of the Demon King.
The Demon King swung his halberd, and the monster condensed from military qi surged over. "Die, bald donkeys!"
Looking down from above, the group of several hundred monks was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot before ten thousand demonfolk cavalry.
The Yangon abbot's face hardened. He struck the wooden fish violently, pausing with each strike. He enunciated every word, "Namo, A, mi, ta, fo!"
A great, golden buddha rose up behind him, and a halo of buddhist light descended from the heavens.
With each word he uttered and struck the wooden fish, the military qi monster would be heavily injured. After the sixth strike, it immediately collapsed.
The frenzied demonfolk were confused, filled with pain and regret. They clutched their heads and tossed away their weapons. As for the demonic beasts, they directly prostrated themselves on the ground, sobbing. The Demon King tottered about like he was drunk.
Like he was picking up a flower, the great buddha grabbed the Demon King gently and crushed him.
The monks cheered. Even though he was in the Demon domain, the Yangon abbot was not afraid of an army without a Demon King. The Demon Emperor still posed some threat, but the Demon King was basically throwing his life away. However, his expression instead became even more stern.
That was because the second demonfolk army arrived soon afterwards. It was still led by the Demon King, and there were only ten thousand of them. They drove the demonfolk at the front forward, and if they did not advance, they would be killed immediately.
The demonfolk rushed over in disorder, and the warrior monks protected the abbot, so they were forced to massacre them. The demonic earth that had just been slightly purified was contaminated again.
The great buddha killed the second Demon King, and just when the demonfolk army began to pause and hesitate again, the third demonfolk army arrived, swallowing the monks led by the Yangon abbot.
Even though they posed no threat to him, just three Demon Kings and thirty thousand demonfolk were enough to completely destroy the abbot's plans, keeping the Twin Fruits arhat busy.
At this moment, he saw the Black Tortoise Military God and the Scorching Flame Military God being defeated by the Taowu army one after another. They were still entangled in the demonfolk army, unable to kill them or not.
"Abbot, what should we do now?"
The abbot let out a long sigh. He watched as the demonfolk surged over, each and every one of them falling into the evil path and refusing to come to their senses. Flames of indescribable fury surged through his heart. He chanted the six-syllable Great Clarity Mantra, "Hum, bani, hum, mi hum!"
A smear of fury flashed through the great buddha's face, and he transformed out of anger. His golden buddhist robes fell off, revealing his muscles and greenish-black skin. He seemed vicious, terrifying, and vicious, even more so than the demonfolk. He wielded a golden sword as karmic flames roared behind him, clearly furious. He transformed into the Wisdom King.
He leapt up and descended into the demonfolk army, unleashing a massacre!
He destroyed all demonic obstructions, slaughtering until blood flowed like rivers and corpses littered the ground, but he still did not stop.
With the Wisdom King leading the way, the abbot stood up and made his way towards the battlefield. "Follow me to paradise!"
The monks brought their palms together and said together, "Paradise, eternal return to the pure land."
The abbot's ears twitched, and he heard a strange chime. Like a silver thread, it pierced through the noisy battlefield.
Strands of pale-white flames extended over from the Demon domain. As soon as they came in contact with the demonfolk corpses, they were like fire meeting oil, burning even more vigorously. Even the "offerings" buried deep underground and the demon blood that had seeped into the earth were all set alight. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a great fire that spread towards the demonfolk.
They were burnt up in the flames, but there was no pain on their faces. Instead, there was a smile of peace and joy. It was extremely strange, as if the ones going to paradise were not the monks, but them.
Within the roaring flames, the abbot widened his eyes in disbelief. "The Samādhi Flames of White Bone!" Perhaps because he was illuminated by the firelight, his face paled.
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