"Om, ma, ni, pa, mi, hum!”
Suddenly, the sound of Sanskrit rang out, deafening the deaf.
Golden Buddha palms struck out one after another, overlapping in the air. The divine might was like a prison as it bombarded Elder Blood Spring!
There was no suspense.
In front of Ning Chen, the Great Art of Power Transformation could not even withstand a single blow.
Before the Blood Spring Elder could even scream, he exploded into a cloud of blood mist in the air and was blown away by the wind.
In a single exchange, the insufferably arrogant Elder Blood Spring…was dead!
The Crippled Zen Master's pupils shrank and he stopped breathing.
He killed the Blood Spring Elder in one hit!
How powerful was that?
Rank-2?
Rank One?
Suddenly, the Crippled Zen Master remembered the Buddhist voice he heard at the beginning.
Sixty years have passed, and this poor monk has become a land god!
"Land Deity? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"Land Immortals have long become a legend. Even Perfected Zhang of Nan Sanfeng only broke through to the First Stage after he went into seclusion!”
" Besides, how can you leap nine states and become an 'Immortal' in just sixty years?”
The Crippled Zen Master was so scared that he took a few steps back.
Sixty years seemed to be a time of great change, but the vast majority of martial artists were still trapped in the Nine States.
To be able to break through to Rank-4 on his 60th birthday, he was already a well-known Grandmaster in Jianghu.
It seemed a little impossible to become a land god at the age of 60 or 70.
"Go! All of you, attack!"
The Crippled Zen Master retreated to the crowd and shouted.
The disciples of the Demon Cult pushed left and right, but no one dared to go up. They even had the intention to retreat.
"Who dares to flee at the last moment and be hunted down by the sacred cult for the rest of their lives!!”
The Crippled Zen Master roared. His eyes were cloudy, and he slapped the head of his disciple.
Bang!
The top of the man's head was broken, and his head was forcefully smashed into the armor.
"Kill them!"
"Ahhhhh…"
"For the Evil Emperor! For the Saint!"
" Die!" The Demonic Sect disciples shouted, drew their swords, and charged at Ning Chen.
"Amitabha."
Ning Chen put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha.
Then, he clasped his fingers and circulated his vigorous Genuine Qi to pick up the broom on the ground.
The broom spun in Ning Chen's hand like a long stick, lifting up all the leaves of the gingko tree that had piled up.
The staff force was like a wave, firm and vigorous, overlapping and pushing out all the gingko leaves.
The divine monk's eyes lit up and he shouted in surprise,""That's the ninth move of the Arhat Staff Technique, Army Obliteration!”
"So that's how it is, so that's how it is. The Arhat Staff Art can be used like this!”
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh…"
Hundreds and thousands of gingko leaves flew out like the famous golden darts in Jianghu, drawing beautiful arcs in the air.
In an instant, the aggressive disciples of the Demon Cult fell to the ground, screaming in pain.
They grabbed their wrists and ankles, rolling on the ground in pain.
It turned out that the gingko leaves that Ning Chen swept over had accurately cut the wrists, ankles, and other places of the Demon Cult's disciples.
Hundreds of people instantly lost their strength and ability to fight.
The three divine monks gasped in shock.
The three Divine Monks could easily pluck leaves and injure people like needles.
However, he had managed to pluck thousands of gingko leaves at once to the point where they could hurt people.
Each leaf accurately hit a vital point.
Amazing!
Amazing!
Even if he killed the three divine monks, he wouldn't be able to do it.
The Crippled Zen Master pushed the gingko leaves away.
The crowd thought that he was going to fight the unfathomable sweeping monk to the death, but the Crippled Zen Master knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
"Holy monk, please spare me.”
"The Demonic Emperor forced me to do all of this. It has nothing to do with me…"
"I…I am willing to lay down my butcher knife and become a Buddha!”
"I'm willing to convert to Buddhism and turn over a new leaf!”
Unfortunately, Ning Chen was unmoved.
Ning Chen put his palms together and chanted,""Amitabha. Patron, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.”
"Moreover, even if you put down your butcher knife, you won't be able to become a Buddha. Let This Penniless Monk ferry you.”
The Crippled Zen Master saw that the other party didn't plan to let him go, so he swallowed the blood-red elixir.
"I don't believe you've really become a demigod. Let's die together!”
"Boom!"
The Crippled Zen Master's body was covered in blood flames, which increased his Qi by ten times!
It turned out that the blood-red pill the Crippled Zen Master had taken was called the Burning Blood Fallen Evil Pill.
Demonic Emperor Wu Tianchou had used the blood essence of his left demonic arm to condense the blood, resentment, anger, and hatred of a hundred people to refine one.
As long as one consumed the Burning Blood Fallen Evil Pill, even if one did not have the bitter experience of Wu Dalang or the little prince, one could instantly become a devil.
Not only that, but the large amount of blood energy contained in the pill could be used to burn blood essence and obtain a powerful force in a short period of time.
Becoming a devil and igniting his blood would naturally allow his cultivation to increase exponentially!
But the price was also very touching.
If it was serious, one would die, and if it was light, one would become a demon.
"Roar…"
The Crippled Zen Master roared.
Just as he was about to go crazy and display his demonic might, his scarlet eyes saw a golden palm continuously enlarging in his vision.
Puff!
Ning Chen slapped the Crippled Zen Master to death.
The surroundings became silent.
The three divine monks sitting cross-legged in front of the Scripture Depository fell silent.
The three old monks went from shock to shock, and finally to numbness.
The Crippled Zen Master…died just like that…
After all, he was one of the four venerables of the Demonic Sect!
After all, he had consumed the Burning Blood Fallen Evil Pill, and his strength had increased tenfold, reaching the peak of the Second Stage Realm!
However, before he could make a scene, his head was split open, and yellow and white things were smeared all over the ground.
Ning Chen's body emitted a faint Buddhist light. The golden light was hazy and did not attract a single speck of dust.
He raised his palm with one hand and lowered his head to chant,""Amitabha."
The disaster of the destruction of the temple brought about by the attack of the Demon Cult had passed peacefully.
The divine monk Duya swallowed a mouthful of saliva, stood up, and asked with a dry mouth,""Miao…Miao Chen, have you attained the Arhat status?”
Ning Chen nodded, then shook his head.
"Half a step away."
He seemed a little regretful and dissatisfied.
However, when it fell into the ears of others, it was like thunder striking their heads, leaving only deep shock!
"Half a step, only half a step away…"
The two divine monks looked at each other and took a deep breath.
Not to mention the Western Regions, in the history of Buddhism in the Central Plains, how many people had achieved this?
Bodhidharma must have attained Arhat and broken through the void to ascend.
However, Second Ancestor Huike, Third Ancestor Sengcan, Fourth Ancestor Daoxin, Fifth Ancestor Hongren, and Sixth Ancestor Huineng did not know.
Although they had established the Shaolin Temple as the ancestral court of the Zen Sect in Zhongzhou, their cultivation might not have reached perfection, leaping through the nine states, breaking through the ranks, and becoming Arhats.
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