The senior monks of Xiaoleiyin Temple were all dumbfounded. They did not expect Li Ming to make such a decisive move. They had brought imperial weapons and had five quasi-emperors in charge. How dare they do this?
"Amitabha……"
The middle-aged monk, holding the Thunder Sound Ancient Bell, chanted Buddhist mantras, his eyes filled with anger, as if two terrifying beams of light shot out from them. Then he shouted:
"Vajra Warriors, always guarding the Buddha!"
Rumble!
The heavens and earth trembled violently, as if endless light was pouring down from the sky. Accompanied by the sound of a bell, golden light cascaded down like a waterfall. This was the material manifestation of the power of Buddhist thought.
Behind him, eight Vajra Warriors charged out, each wielding a magical weapon, clad in armor, with majestic and powerful faces that made one tremble.
"They're all Quasi-Emperor level experts! How is this possible?!"
Many people turned pale upon seeing this.
This force alone is enough to flatten any holy land that does not have an imperial weapon guarding it.
"These are not the real bodies, but beings formed from mental energy."
"That's terrifying..."
At that moment, Li Ming also stepped forward, staring at the boundless Buddhist light, holding a dark red longsword, and slashed directly at it.
Blood stained the sky for thousands of miles, and with a soft "poof," the eight Vajra Warriors, who were originally as mighty as the sea, all turned to ashes.
These eight Vajras are very powerful, blessed with boundless faith, but they are not immune to the power of faith.
This sword is a weapon of slaughter.
As the long night approaches, the sword intent rises into the air.
"cut."
Li Ming's eyes flashed, and he slashed with his sword again.
"puff!"
A long bloody gash appeared on the old monk's chest, and his body instantly collapsed and disintegrated, dying completely, his eyes filled only with resentment.
An old Buddhist quasi-emperor, a Buddha on earth, has fallen.
"I've said everything I needed to say. You're clearly eyeing my treasure, yet you're still acting all righteous."
Li Ming paused for a moment, then continued:
"Then I'll help you on your journey!"
"The chief!"
The middle-aged monk let out a mournful cry, his face filled with sorrow, and his eyes were now filled with hatred as he looked at Li Ming.
For so many years, their Little Thunderclap Temple had never suffered such a great injustice. In the past, they had always used their power to suppress others and subdue them without a fight. Although they acted domineeringly, they had not committed too many killings.
Unexpectedly, this time they encountered a tough opponent, who suddenly attacked and killed them after only a few words.
The key point is that he still used an imperial weapon to commit violence!
"Let's activate the Imperial Weapons together, and prevent this demon from continuing its rampage!"
The middle-aged monk raised his head and began chanting mantras.
Beside him, the other three quasi-emperors also began to mutter.
The Thunderous Ancient Bell rang again, emanating an immense pressure that subtly suppressed the blood-red longsword in Li Ming's hand.
The power of this ancient bell is extremely strong. The power of its faith is accumulated by Buddhist believers over countless years, and with the added power of the thoughts of several Buddhist emperors, it has been sublimated.
With a loud boom, the four Buddhist quasi-emperors were covered in sweat as a phantom of a divine mountain appeared before them.
This is Mount Sumeru, the highest sacred site in Buddhism.
Majestic and boundless, towering into the clouds, its sacred radiance shines upon all living beings atop the mountain.
Countless people who witnessed this scene trembled with fear.
To everyone's horror, the mountain pressed down directly on Li Ming with incredible speed, making escape impossible—this was the might of an imperial weapon.
laugh!
A flash of blood-red light appeared, and a wisp of blood from Li Ming's hand flowed into the sword. A terrifying sword aura shot out, pointing directly at Mount Sumeru.
He is the master of the imperial weapon, while the other party is merely the user. Who is afraid of whom?
This attack, imbued with his blood, unleashed its full power.
Boom!
The sky collapsed and the earth cracked; the sword light collided with the mountain shadow, resulting in a massive and boundless collision.
All living beings within a radius of tens of thousands of miles were paralyzed by this terrifying fluctuation.
Everyone paled. This was an attack from Buddhist imperial weapons activated by four quasi-emperors, coupled with the faith of all living beings, yet Li Ming was still able to withstand it alone, which was simply astonishing.
"Huang has mastered this imperial weapon, but the opponent's power is ultimately too mixed. Although it is pure, vast and extremely heaven-defying, it is still lacking by a little."
A holy lord suddenly spoke.
Everyone who heard this sighed in admiration.
"It's not surprising that Little Western Heaven has such profound resources, but I didn't expect Huang to be just as impressive. I really don't know how he did it."
"Luckily, we didn't target him before."
Many people were secretly startled.
They were all thinking back, hoping that they and their disciples hadn't offended Li Ming.
If so, expel the person from the sect immediately and sever all ties.
“The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. If you convert to Buddhism, my benefactor, I will forgive your past transgressions.”
A quasi-emperor of Buddhism spoke, and the light behind him shone brightly, making him appear incomparably majestic.
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."
The middle-aged monk's face also became peaceful, as if the hatred he had felt before had disappeared.
Although Li Ming's sword strike was powerful enough, the power of the Buddhist faith accumulated over countless years was not to be underestimated. How could one person possibly fight against those who had hundreds of millions of believers?
Upon seeing this, many people frowned. They were all martial artists from the Xuanhuang Realm, and naturally did not want to see Li Ming perish or be forced to join the Buddhist sect.
This kind of hypocrisy is quite irritating.
However, ordinary people are completely unable to intervene in battles of this level; those who are not immortal forces are like ants.
Li Ming sneered, not in a hurry. This time, the sword energy he unleashed was even more powerful, as he had evolved his swordsmanship to its ultimate level.
"stubborn!"
The quasi-emperor of Buddhism smiled, and several people chanted scriptures. The ancient bell rang, its golden light dazzling, and an endless power was unleashed.
laugh!
The sword light stretched for thousands of feet, clashing with the power of faith. The entire sky seemed to be overturned, the earth emanated killing intent, dragons and snakes rose from the land, it was truly astonishing, and even the stars beyond the realm trembled.
Without a sound, Li Ming drew another golden longsword, and another sword aura slashed through the sky, like the Milky Way hanging upside down.
Boom!
A mighty force emerged on this battlefield, annihilating everything. Two sword energies swirled and swirled, clearing the sea of faith.
Several Buddhist quasi-emperors immediately tensed up, as this powerful force instantly reversed the situation.
They were originally sitting comfortably on the sidelines, but now the heavens have turned against them. Li Ming has already wielded his sword and is about to cut them down.
Although the power of faith is boundless, they only have one life!
Li Ming doesn't need to completely suppress them; he only needs to draw his sword and kill his way to their side.
The sword energy was like a dragon. Although most of it was blocked, a single wisp of sword light striking the target was enough to kill.
puff!
In a split second, Li Ming seized the opportunity, and a ray of sword light pierced through the golden curtain.
"No!"
One of the Buddhist quasi-emperors was horrified. He only had time to let out a scream before his body exploded and turned into a bloody mist.
The primordial spirit was obliterated in an instant, with no time to escape.
One of the original five Quasi-Emperors has fallen, leaving only three.
This sword, an imperial weapon, revealed its terrifying power in Li Ming's hands; it could take a life in an instant, making it impossible to defend against.
"Why aren't you all attacking together!"
The middle-aged monk roared.
"Clang!"
In that instant, another surge of immortal energy rose into the air, nearly paralyzing many people on the spot, and the heavens and earth shook.
Divine Demon Heavenly Halberd!
This is the weapon of an unparalleled emperor of the God and Demon Palace, who once swept across the eight wastelands and was invincible throughout the world.
The gray-haired old man, wielding the halberd, was enveloped in divine light, his entire being resembling an ancient demon god descending to earth, exuding imperial might and terrifying power.
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