Chapter 704: Aggressively Ascending the Mountain

The reason Yu Liancheng said this was because this Master Baoshu was none other than the lover of Quni Madi and the biological father of Daoshi.

Master Baoshu looked at Yu Liancheng, who was dressed in a black Buddhist robe, recited a Buddhist name, and his eyes flickered slightly: "Since you entered the world, Benefactor, not a day has passed without you stirring up bloody storms. The Judgment Hall of the Divine Palace died because of you, and a host of Divine Officials and Deacons of Taoshan perished because of you. You have caused the deaths of countless people, directly or indirectly, along this path; your crimes are truly heinous."

"And now you have entered our Buddha Kingdom, inciting the sinful people to rebel, filling this tranquil Buddha Kingdom with slaughter and blood. Your various actions, Benefactor, are rebellious and deviant; you have fallen deep into the path of the Demon. If you are willing to abolish your own cultivation and practice with me at the Hanging Temple, this old monk can guarantee your life will be safe and help you resolve the baleful energy in your heart."

"Abolish my own cultivation? Resolve the baleful energy?" Yu Liancheng looked at this Peak Master of the Discipline Hall, his face showing astonishment, which then transformed into compassion, and he recited a Buddhist name: "Amitabha, I never thought that you, as the Peak Master of the Discipline Hall, would have something wrong with your brain. I suggest you go to the second floor of the Academy to take a look; the Academy's Eleventh Brother, Wang Chi, is a master of medicine, and perhaps he can cure your head."

"Stubborn and unrepentant." The Peak Master of the Discipline Hall shook his head, his face immediately turning stern, and he let out a thunderous, sharp shout: "Form the Mingwang Array!"

As soon as these words were finished, nearly three hundred monks at the scene sat cross-legged, all maintaining a palms-together posture, their lips moving as the sound of chanting grew loud.

The sound of chanting became increasingly grand and resonant, shaking the void.

At the same time, strands of stern Buddhist Qi rose up, and under the guidance of the four Knowing Destiny Realm high monks among them, they gathered into a solemn, grave, and grand aura.

After another moment, that aura actually condensed into substance, transforming into a Mingwang standing a hundred feet tall.

One could see that this Mingwang had a majestic demeanor, appearing in a wrathful form, with over a thousand arms spread out, holding weapons such as a Sword, a staff, and a banner in its thick palms. Its fangs were exposed, it looked fierce and menacing, and it stepped on raging karmic fire, as if it could burn the void.

"Subdue the demons and eliminate the evil, go to the Western Heaven of Ultimate Bliss."

The Faxiang of the Mingwang emitted a grand sound, and its thousand-plus thick arms swung, killing toward Yu Liancheng.

"I think I'll be the one to send you all to Ultimate Bliss!"

Yu Liancheng flicked his sleeve at his waist, and the Ten Thousand Paths of Infinite Extremity, which served as a pendant, had already transformed into the shape of the Snow Drink Saber.

The next moment, a streak of silver-bright radiance rose up, like an aurora tearing through the firmament, as if splitting heaven and earth apart; it was brilliant and gorgeous, so unreal.

Saber light!

This was saber light.

The gorgeous saber light flew up, hanging in the firmament.

If one had come from a world beyond the heavens, one might think this streak of saber light was like a crescent moon above the nine heavens. The silver radiance cast down by this crescent moon carried a biting chill, causing a thin layer of frost to condense on the ground, and the temperature plummeted rapidly, as if one had entered an ice cellar in an instant.

The saber light slashed down from above the nine heavens, and as the Mingwang's various weapons made contact with this cold-moon-like saber light, they shattered one after another, turning into raging Qi and setting off monstrous waves of air.

But every time the saber light shattered one of the Mingwang's weapons, its speed slowed by a fraction, and its momentum weakened by a notch.

When the saber light shattered over a hundred weapons, its momentum finally exhausted, and it rested against a Vajra Pestle, unable to advance another step.

And the Mingwang let out a roar, about to strike at Yu Liancheng with its other arms.

A cold sneer rose at the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth, his sleeves billowed, and violent, vast True Qi was suddenly injected into the saber light.

The saber light surged again!

If the previous saber light was a cold moon, then the current saber light was a great sun, almost impossible to look at with the naked eye, and a radius of several hundred feet was shrouded in a dazzling white light.

Only, this great sun did not emit vast heat, but rather an astonishing chill that dispersed along with the saber light, to the point where even the air felt as if it were about to freeze.

Swish!

The saber light slashed downward violently, unstoppable, and countless weapons in the Mingwang's hands shattered.

The saber light flashed and vanished, and the light of day returned to the world. Yu Liancheng's expression was calm, and the Ten Thousand Paths of Infinite Extremity still hung at his waist, as if he had never made a move from start to finish.

And that hundred-foot-tall Mingwang had not disappeared; its eyes were wide open, still maintaining its wrathful form.

But it had already been covered and frozen by a layer of ice, unable to move, its entire body crystal clear, glistening in the sunlight.

Crack! Crack!

An ice fissure opened from the top of the Mingwang's skull, and then this fissure continued to spread downward, from the skull to the bridge of the nose, from the jaw to the neck... A moment later, one could clearly see a huge crack splitting the Mingwang down the middle. And from this central crack, countless tiny fissures spread out with more crackling sounds.

Before long, the entire Mingwang had become a huge ice sculpture covered in cracks.

"Fall!" Yu Liancheng pointed his finger at the ice sculpture and blew a breath.

Rumble!

And so, amidst a huge roar, the entire ice sculpture collapsed, and ice chunks of various sizes scattered like a flood.

And at the very moment the ice sculpture shattered, the sound of vomiting blood was incessant; the high Buddhist monks who had been sitting cross-legged spat out blood, their breath fading.

Many even let their heads hang low, dying on the spot.

The most miserable were the few high monks of the Knowing Destiny Realm; a chill rose from their Snow Mountain Qi Sea, spreading through their limbs and bones, and no matter how they urged their Mind Power, they could not expel this chill, and in the end, like the Mingwang, they were covered in ice, turning into crystal-clear jade sculptures, and then, amidst cracking sounds, they disintegrated and shattered.

"Amitabha, I, the Buddha, have sent so many people to the Western Heaven of Ultimate Bliss today; truly, Infinite Heavenly Venerable, how virtuous, how virtuous."

Yu Liancheng pressed his palms together and smiled slightly, then turned his gaze to Master Baoshu: "You are the only one left blocking the way. If you answer me one question, I won't send you to the Western Heaven."

Without waiting for Master Baoshu to answer, he rubbed his chin and asked curiously: "Old monk, I know you are Quni Madi's lover. I am very curious, in the temple, under the eyes of the Buddha, is it particularly exciting when you and Quni do that kind of thing? Is it particularly tense? In this regard, I am your junior, and I must learn from you."

"Amitabha."

Master Baoshu did not answer Yu Liancheng's question, but merely took a copper bell from his monk's robe.

This bell was of ordinary copper color, but its style was somewhat unique; its body was rounded, and it looked more like a small bell.

This bell was named Yulan, also known as the Pure Bell, and was one of the magic treasures left behind by the Buddha. Its original purpose was to find and deal with the so-called "Son of Pluto," but it also had great lethality against ordinary cultivators.

Ding-a-ling!

The crisp sound of the copper bell rang out.

The bell sound was full of compassion, but it was not soft; instead, it was full of majesty, as if to shake away all the filth in the world.

However, the bell sound had only just begun for a moment when it stopped. Because Yu Liancheng had appeared in front of Master Baoshu at some unknown time, and with a casual grab, he snatched the bell away.

"Interesting, this object has an affinity with me."

Yu Liancheng examined the Yulan Bell, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face, and he casually tucked it into his sleeve.

Come to think of it, I don't know what the true cultivation of the Buddha of this world is like, but he is certainly a master at crafting artifacts.

Buddha's Chessboard, Yulan Bell...

Truly a good man.

"Do you believe it? I can kill you, this Peak Master of the Discipline Hall, within three moves." Yu Liancheng swept his gaze toward Master Baoshu, a smile on his lips.

Master Baoshu's face sank slightly as his bell was snatched away.

Although he knew he was by no means a match for this enemy of the Buddha before him, he neither begged for mercy nor ran away.

He simply sat cross-legged, and the Mind Power from his Snow Mountain Qi Sea poured out, whipping up a hurricane between heaven and earth; a Jinguang shimmered over his skin, making him look like a reincarnated Vajra, sacred and majestic.

The next moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest and his body trembled; the Mind Power within his Snow Mountain Qi Sea began to collapse like a receding tide, and when he looked down with difficulty, he saw a transparent hole had appeared in his chest at some unknown time, and his heart was already gone.

With a "bang," Yu Liancheng casually crushed the still-beating heart; because his hand was covered in a thin film of True Qi, his palm was not stained by blood, yet he still took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his fingers.

"Just kidding, actually one move is enough."

Yu Liancheng had already drifted up to the mountain peak.

Master Baoshu's head hung low, but he did not hear this sentence at all.