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Chapter 1518

Words:2872Update:22/09/19 10:08:17

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"Ding!"

The sound of the bell sent their souls into chaos. Book, book, book …

The demonfolk who had already gone mad became even more frenzied. They began to kill one another, swinging their blades at all living creatures before them.

Abbot Yangon abandoned the group of monks and rushed into the battlefield. He followed the direction of the ringing sound and searched desperately. It was as if he had gone mad.

"Where is she?"

The monks of the World of the Nine Provinces had never heard of the White Bone Bodhisattva before. They just instinctively felt like it was blasphemy, so they viewed her as an enemy of the buddha.

However, as arhat Yangon of the Two Fruits, he was not thinking about these two words. Instead, he was searching for an answer.

"Bodhisattva, oh bodhisattva! Why? Why did you betray the buddha?! "

His heart was filled with sorrow, and his face aged. He neither dared nor could he view that person as an enemy.

"Didn't you make a great vow to turn the world into a pure land of bliss?"

The greatest person in the Pure Land sect had inherited the Mahayana dharma. This person had attained arhat buddhahood as a bhikkhuni and received the Wordless Sutra from the buddha himself. She had once been the glory of the entire buddhist school and even the Pure Land sect.

If she underwent another eight heavenly tribulations and succeeded, she would be the first mortal to attain bodhisattva buddhahood since the four great bodhisattvas.

Above the Nine Heavens, on the six paths of reincarnation, everyone in the buddhist school watched, but all they received was a set of white bones. She even swore four great oaths: the boundless living beings swore to kill, the boundless troubles swore to destroy, the boundless buddhism swore to destroy, and the supreme buddhist path swore to end.

The buddha mourned, the buddhist school shook, and the foundation of the Pure Land sect shook. Even now, it had never recovered. Many eminent monks of the Pure Land sect were confused, and their cultivation stagnated ever since.

Even if their flesh, blood, and souls were burned to nothingness, he still had to ask just why this was happening.

However, when he finally found the source of the bell, all he discovered was a tiny Skeleton Demon. It carried a bell, cackling as it leapt about on the heads one by one.

The head turned around and also discovered the abbot, crouching on the head of a crazed Demon King. Two pale-white flames burned in its eye sockets as it tilted its head and stared at him, as if it was asking, "What are you looking for?"

"You're not …"

The abbot returned to his senses and also sensed something amiss. The Samādhi Flames of White Bone had been carefully controlled, yet it only burned demonfolk and not humans. This was truly strange. Even the white bone successors were far too strange. If the legendary Path of White Bone was capable of "distinguishing between good and evil", what was there to criticize?

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield. In the soul-stirring sound of the bell, he put his palms together and prostrated himself on the ground. "If you are the successor of the white bone, please tell me the reason. I will die without regrets."

"A monk?" The Demon King Beast's last shred of rationality was drowned by anger. It pounced toward Abbot Yangon, its mouth full of sharp teeth.

Wisdom King descended from the sky and chopped off the Demon King Beast's head with his sword. It rolled to the front of Abbot Yangon. The Skeletal Demon stepped on the ground like a roller. He couldn't care less about cackling. With great difficulty, he finally stopped. He raised his head and spat out a mouthful of Samadhi White Bone Fire at Abbot Yangon.

Abbot Yangon waved the Wisdom King away, neither dodging nor blocking. His gaze was firm. The pale flame was right in front of him. Just as it was about to burn his eyebrows, it formed words in the air.

"Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. "

"The heart sutra!?" The abbot Yangon was stunned. However, the Skeleton Demon had already leapt away. The sound of the bell faded away, and chaos spread out.

The abbot furrowed his brows and thought hard. The Wisdom King watched over him. He constantly slew demonfolk.

In the half-dried river, the white bones were half-buried in the mud.

Little Ann thought, I'll scare this monk away first, just in case he comes looking for trouble. If I burn those mortals, Qingshan definitely won't be happy. Although determining the difference between mortals and demonfolk was not easy, she did not want to upset him unless she had no other choice.

She used the Skeleton Demons as her eyes. She controlled the Samadhi White Bone Fire carefully, sometimes converging and sometimes spreading. Sometimes it rose, sometimes it fell.

When it gathered, it bloomed like a white lotus, swallowing the relatively more powerful existences like Demon Generals and Demon Commanders. When it dispersed, it rained down, sprinkling countless demonfolk.

When it rose, it rushed into the sky, grabbing the flying demonic beasts like pale-white hands. When it descended, it burrowed into the earth, seeping through like water. Even the white bones buried deep in the battlefield were incinerated.

She also paid attention to Li Qingshan's movements at all times.

With a bang, his brain exploded. Taowu used its full strength to crush Li Qingshan's head.

Tu Wancheng said viciously, "Let's see if you can survive this!"

Taowu reared its head back and laughed madly, its voice shaking up the surroundings.

"Qingshan!" Little Ann sat up.

The expressions of all the true disciples changed. He had returned in such a powerful manner, yet he still could not fend off the weakened Taowu.

The headless Li Qingshan threw a punch at Taowu's face, shattering its smile.

Li Qingshan was not dead. Slivers of flesh and blood, pieces of shattered bones, and the shattered head reassembled. Not a single drop of blood was lost. Not a single head was missing.

Tu Wancheng's laughter froze.

Frenzied Flower Blade laughed. "This idiot, does he not know what 'Asura's Immortal Form' is?"

Under the protection of the blood-colored whirlpool, Li Qingshan was practically the real Asura Sovereign. The so-called 'Asura's Immortal Form' was not only a resurrection after death, but also a true immortal body. Even if his entire body were to explode, he could instantly reassemble it, let alone his head.

The only problem was the exhaustion of power. After exhaustion, he would still die. However, he still had the boundless earth beneath his feet, as well as the Ox Demon's Divine Earth Power.

When the two were combined, he became a true immortal body.

It was as if the Asura Realm was expressing goodwill to him. Come, try it before you buy, the Asura Realm is your home.

Li Qingshan laughed. "If you can't kill me, then die!" He headbutted Taowu's body. With a crack, the top of his skull was shattered, but he did not care.

He was used to using this move, "Ox Demon Butts Horns". Only "Tiger Demon Digs Heart" could compare. Even without the horns, he was not afraid. The top of his skull could still be used to ram people, and he could even inject more vibration power!

Taowu's body staggered. The enraged Tu Wancheng attacked Li Qingshan in a frenzy. "I'll kill you! Kill you! "

Under the stormy barrage of attacks, Li Qingshan's head was blown up again. His body collapsed piece by piece, almost reduced to mincemeat. A beam of demonic light shot out from the single eye of the Taowu, splitting him in half.

"Hahahaha!"

The two halves of Li Qingshan's mouth laughed at the same time. He simply gave up on defense and attacked crazily. Frenzied Flower Blade danced wildly, slashing at Taowu's body.

The wind from the blade flew fiercely, red like fire. Most of the time, he was a monster that did not have a complete human form. The maniacal laughter from his mouth did not seem like it came from a human. It seemed like it came from the blood-colored whirlpool in the sky, shaking Taowu's proud and unyielding spirit.

Little Ann lay down in peace again.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Wan Jianfeng thought to himself, "I'm afraid my sword can't slay such a person." He asked Dai Mengfan, "Senior Sister, should we lend a hand?"

Dai Mengfan sighed. "This is no longer something we can intervene in. Let's hide further away!" Looking at the situation, it was only a matter of time before Li Qingshan overwhelmed Taowu. If they were to rush over to help, not only would they not be of much help, they might even be dragged down with him. That would not be worth it.

Meanwhile, the battlefield on the ground was also in full swing. The soldiers' morale was rising as they continued to advance. The steel torrent was unstoppable. They were no longer needed to help.

They heaved a huge sigh of relief and revealed a relieved smile. Indeed, Spirit Sovereign Guihai had great foresight. It was all thanks to this child. Otherwise, even if half of them perished here, they might not be able to win. No, they would definitely be defeated.

"Heaven's will, oh heaven's will!" Le Tian's face was radiant. His white hair turned black, and the wrinkles on his face disappeared. "Senior and junior brothers, are you convinced of your loss? There's no need to wait for 30 years. After this battle, he will be a true disciple. He might even be the eldest senior brother!"

Kexin was full of praise. "Sister Yaozhu, you really have a good eye!" Such a person could not be restricted by a mere Human Sovereign. Even the previous eldest senior brother, Lin Xuan, could not compare to him. If they could become Dao partners, she would be willing to marry him.

The battle had reached its final stage. The terrifying shadow seemed to be dissipating.

However, at the same time, the Demon Emperors who heard Yingzhe's words were all shocked.

The Twelve Citadel Demon Fiend Array could create the incarnation of the Demon God through the totem pole. It contained the Demon God's spiritual will, but it did not have its own consciousness. It was completely controlled by the main Demon Emperor.

With Tu Wancheng's strength, it was extremely difficult for him to control such a huge force. Every Demon Emperor or Human Sovereign led an army of around 500,000. This was the limit.

Therefore, Tao Wu only had three moves, one slap, one stomp, and one glare. It was even simpler and brainless than a normal person's fight. It did not even use one-third of its combat power.

Yingzhe's so-called inviting the real Demon God to descend was not the Demon God himself. It was summoning the Demon God's consciousness and pouring it into the incarnation of the Demon God. In an instant, it could explode 120% of its combat power, or even more. This was because the methods of the real Demon God were beyond the imagination of ordinary demons like them.

However, even the Demon Emperors did not want to see such a situation. The former Demon God might not respond to the summon. They were not Tom, Dick, or Harry who came at their beck and call. There were countless important things that they needed to think about. Such a local war might not be worth their attention. A victory in one corner of the chess game might cost them the loss of the whole game.

Secondly, even if the Demon God responded to the summon, there must be a sacrifice, which was a Demon Emperor, which was Tu Wancheng in Tao Wu's body. The 12 Demon Gods were all temperamental. They might not be able to bear the consequences of disturbing them.

The Demon Emperors exchanged glances and thought, This old man wanted to summon the Demon God's consciousness from the beginning and offer Tu Wancheng as a sacrifice. Isn't he afraid that the Demon God will vent his anger on him? He is indeed from the Chaos Lineage! No matter how far-sighted he is, he is still a lunatic in his bones.

"Brother Yingzhe is right! Tu Wancheng is useless. He should have been sacrificed a long time ago. "

Yingzhe said, "Then let's begin! Victory or defeat depends on this move! "

"Victory or defeat depends on this move."

The core of the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of Evil flickered.

Tu Wancheng's heart skipped a beat as if a disaster was coming. He suddenly said, "Yingzhe, you old dog …"

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