Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 2004 The Formation Breaks
Chapter 2005
"Boom!"

An extremely muffled roar came from the deepest part of the earth.

The sound wasn't like an explosion; it was more like the beating of a giant heart, or like a heavy hammer slamming into everyone's hearts.

Liu Qinghuan's gaze suddenly sharpened!
The golden light that had been so abundant and almost flowing suddenly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like a seemingly impregnable dam, suddenly an invisible breach appears in its deepest part, and the flood that has been accumulating for thousands of years bursts in an instant.

The halo surrounding the entire mountain shook violently, like water rippled by a boulder thrown into it.

Countless fine cracks spread rapidly across the light shield like a spider web, emitting a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

"Roar--!!"

A deafening roar, filled with endless violence and resentment, suddenly erupted from the depths of the underground palace in the mountain!

The roar pierced through layers of rock, through the golden light of the Buddha, and went straight to the depths of one's soul.

The monk with slightly lower cultivation level instantly turned pale, blood flowed from his ears, and the tin staff in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

Immediately following was the roar, howl, curse, and laughter of countless demons, surging up from the ground like a tide, converging into a noisy and ear-piercing demonic sound that swept across the entire Thousand Buddha Temple.

The entire mountain began to tremble violently, and countless niches on the rock face began to shed stone chips.

Within the underground magic array, the demons that had been suppressed for thousands of years were acting like madmen, frantically ramming against the cage of Buddhist light.

The once-stable cage began to develop huge cracks due to the sudden weakening of the Buddha's power.

The dense, impenetrable black demonic energy overflowed wildly from the cracks, like black venomous snakes, colliding with the golden Buddhist light filling the sky, producing a piercing "sizzling" sound and emitting puffs of black smoke.

"Hold on!" Yuanming's calm voice echoed across the surrounding area, and his Buddhist power surged unrestrainedly, the golden light almost engulfing his entire body.

The Buddha's power poured into the magic array like a tsunami, attempting to plug the ever-widening gap.

The other eminent monks also unleashed their full cultivation, and a magnificent stream of Buddhist light poured in from all directions, converging into the great formation.

The barrier, which was originally on the verge of collapse, was finally stabilized with everyone's desperate efforts.

But at that moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the barrier in the southwest!

"Boom!!"

Three jet-black pillars of demonic energy, as thick as buckets, suddenly broke through the golden light barrier and shot into the sky!

The black demonic energy spread rapidly like dark clouds, instantly sweeping across half the sky, and collided fiercely with the golden Buddhist light.

A fierce, violent, bloody, and chilling aura enveloped the entire Thousand Buddha Temple, making everyone feel a bone-chilling cold.

As soon as the three demonic energies burst out of the barrier, they immediately transformed into three black shadows and fled in three different directions with lightning speed, clearly indicating that it was premeditated.

Liu Qinghuan flashed, as if teleporting, and stood in front of the demonic energy at the very front.

At the same time, without turning his head, he shouted, "Fu Bao, You Yan! Split up and chase them, don't let any of them get away!"

"Haha, don't worry, Master, we've got your back!"

Fu Bao shouted excitedly and, together with Hui Tian, ​​chased after the second demonic aura.

"Let's go!" Yue Qian said succinctly, pulling along You Qian, who was still somewhat eager to try, and chasing after the last wisp of demonic energy.

Relieved, Liu Qinghuan withdrew her gaze and looked at the one in front of her...

Standing three zhang tall, its entire body was covered in jet-black fur like steel armor, its eyes were bloodshot, and it held a massive demon bone hammer weighing a thousand jin in its hand.

"What a huge bear!"

Seeing that its path was blocked, the bear became enraged.

It let out a deafening roar, stomped its feet on the ground, and charged towards Liu Qinghuan with immense force.

He raised the demonic bone hammer high, and with a whistling sound, slammed it down towards Liu Qinghuan's head! The force of this hammer blow was enough to flatten a small mountain!
Liu Qinghuan's gaze remained unchanged, and her body moved as lightly as a willow catkin, narrowly avoiding the thunderous hammer blow.

"boom!!"

The giant hammer slammed heavily into the ground, instantly creating a massive crater several meters deep. Debris flew everywhere, dust billowed, and the entire mountain trembled violently.

Before the bear could retract its giant hammer, Liu Qinghuan flicked her wrist, and the Xuanyuan Sword suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light. A sharp sword aura several meters long swept out like a bolt of lightning, slashing fiercely at the bear's waist and abdomen.

What this bear beast is most proud of is its indestructible demonic body; ordinary magical treasures cannot harm it in the slightest.

However, under Liu Qinghuan's sword energy, its fur, which was as hard as steel, became as fragile as paper.

With a crisp "crack," the sword energy instantly pierced through its steel armor and fur, penetrating deep into its flesh and bone, severing its massive body in half!

Black demonic blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over the ground.

The bear let out a shrill scream, and its massive upper body crashed down with tremendous force, causing the bluestone pavement to crack and split open like a spiderweb.

The next moment, its head flew high into the air, and its soul, which had just left its body, was not able to escape even a fraction of its prey under the scorching golden sword light.

With a gentle flick of her wrist, Liu Qinghuan caused the Xuanyuan Sword to emit a clear and melodious sword cry. The black blood that stained the sword fell off in a flurry, leaving it clean and pristine, as if it had never been stained at all.

He sheathed his sword and stood there, about to look up at the battle between the spirit beasts, when he heard a series of sharp, whistling sounds coming from the hole in the magic array behind him.

Several jet-black figures, enveloped in intense demonic energy, shot out one after another like arrows, roaring as they pounced on the monks who were maintaining the magic array not far away.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes turned cold, and he immediately held his sword horizontally to his chest, lightly flicking the spine of the sword with his fingertips.

In an instant, several golden sword lights, like flying golden feathers, swept towards the black shadows with a sharp sound that tore through the air!

Where the sword light flashed, screams rose and fell. The demons at the forefront were shredded into a cloud of blood mist before they could even see their figures clearly.

High in the air, Huiming was surrounded by Buddhist light, and together with a group of high monks, they worked hard to maintain the crumbling magic array.

The array patterns covering every inch of the mountain rocks of Qianfo Temple were flickering, and each tremor caused a series of muffled roars to come from the ground, as if countless demons were frantically crashing down below.

He looked down at the broken formation and saw Liu Qinghuan standing guard alone, seemingly impenetrable.

Those demons that escaped were as fragile as paper under Liu Qinghuan's Xuanyuan Sword. With a sweep of golden sword light, a large number of them were either killed or injured.

In just a few breaths, most of the dozens of demons that had rushed out had been killed.

Huiming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, his heart filled with joy: Inviting Fellow Daoist Taiwei over was definitely the right decision!
Otherwise, they would have to maintain the crumbling magic array while also fending off the endless stream of demons. Not to mention the old guys, who knows how many disciples below would die or be injured.

At this moment, Liu Qinghuan was like a god descending to earth, blocking the hole in the magic array all by himself and killing most of the escaped demons under the Xuanyuan Sword.

A few escaped, but Youxuan and a few others were responsible for chasing and intercepting them to prevent them from disrupting the Buddhist monks' rituals.

Amidst the chaos, a young monk dressed in greyish-white robes crouched low, using the surrounding rocks and trees to conceal his presence and carefully avoid the crowd.

He walked very fast, heading down the mountain from Qianfo Temple without looking back, standing out from the monks around him who looked tense and rushed up the mountain to provide support.

As they reached the foot of the mountain and the surrounding people gradually thinned out, the young monk secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He straightened up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and was about to quicken his pace to leave when a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder firmly.

The hand, though seemingly gentle, was like an iron clamp, rendering him unable to move.

A cool voice rang in his ear, with a knowing smile: "Abandoning your post and going down the mountain without reason, I wonder where you are going in such a hurry, little master?"

The young monk froze, slowly turning his head to see Liu Qinghuan standing behind him, smiling at him.

There was not a trace of a smile in those deep eyes, as if they had already seen through all his pretense.

Knowing he had been exposed, the young monk's panic vanished instantly, replaced by a gloomy and terrifying expression.

He suddenly broke free from Liu Qinghuan's grasp, a faint light flashed between his brows, and an invisible whip of divine thought lashed out at Liu Qinghuan!