Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
“Urgh…”
After who knew how long, Li Qingshan’s finger twitched. Every inch of his body felt like it had been torn to shreds before being forcefully assembled again, only to be thrown into lava. Even the slightest movement came with agony.
However, compared to the damage to his soul sense, that was nothing at all.
A great buddha stood in his sea of consciousness, standing on top of the Yin Demon that had almost been destroyed.
He had never liked Maheśvara as much as right now, as the image left behind by him normally did not affect him at all.
However, the great buddha required him to prostrate constantly, asking him for mercy.
He did not dare to loosen his willpower even by the slightest, or he would be “converted”. That would lead to terrifying, irreversible consequences. Even Nirvāṇa Rebirth would be useless.
With a stagger, he climbed up from the ground and glanced at the Upraised Light abbot, only to see him with his eyes firmly shut and his face filled with pain. A small hole had been burned into his forehead, rising up with a wisp of black smoke.
Even if Maheśvara stood no chance against the buddha, that did not mean some random monk could destroy an image of him.
Fuck his ancestors. This bald ass had nothing good in mind for me. Sure enough, if they aren’t bald, they aren’t vicious, and if they aren't vicious, they aren’t bald. No, I gotta get out of here!
Li Qingshan endured the maddening pain and staggered out of the grand hall.
“Abbot! Abbot!”
A series of cries rang out in the grand hall. The monks all huddled over.
A warrior monk with a shoulder exposed and a booming voice who stood like a tower blocked Li Qingshan’s path. “You cannot leave!”
He had undergone the fourth heavenly tribulation and attained the fruit of Srotāpanna. He was a protector monk of the Pure Land temple. The other protector monks responded as well, surrounding Li Qingshan in the grand hall with staves, poles, and tonsure blades.
Normally, Li Qingshan only needed a single hand to kill them, but right now, even a young acolyte could knock him over w
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