Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 316: Ghost Face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 238: Beep
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1158- Jumping into the river
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
“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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