My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The abbot of Jinguang Temple suffered a devastating backlash from the magical artifact.

"puff--!!!"

He tilted his head back and spat out a jet of blood.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained, and he collapsed heavily into the mud.

The abbot looked on in despair at the orange cat that had returned to dozing on the little girl's head.

He finally realized that today, he had kicked a steel plate that could shatter the entire world.

"Who...who are you people...?"

The abbot's voice was extremely weak, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Us? We are a tour group from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East."

Li Chen leaned on the railing, slowly spitting out the sunflower seed shells.

Just then.

The three owls below have remained relatively still.

Its middle head suddenly turned around.

Three pairs of dark gold eyes flashed simultaneously.

Innate supernatural power activated.

An invisible and formless soul fluctuation instantly pierced through the abbot's brow.

There were no wounds.

There was no blood.

The abbot's body slammed heavily onto the bluestone slab, his eyes wide open, but he was no longer alive.

His soul had been completely erased and vanished in that instant.

A generation of temple abbot.

And so it vanished into thin air.

Seeing this, the remaining monks lost all will to fight.

They threw down their broken demon-slaying staffs and fled in all directions, scrambling and crying for their parents.

This was a massive and vigorous encirclement and suppression campaign.

It ended hastily in an almost absurd way.

The poor people hiding in the dark alleys of distant streets.

Looking at the handsome young man on the inn's balcony and the little girl distributing food.

For the first time, a flame called "hope" ignited in his eyes.

Li Chen dusted off the sunflower seed dust from his hands and was about to turn around and go back to his room to rest.

Sudden.

His movements paused slightly.

Li Chen raised his head, his gaze lingering on the distant horizon beyond the City of Compassion.

there.

The originally pitch-black night sky was suddenly and without warning dyed into an eerie dark red and gold color.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A deep, resonant bell tolled, carrying an undercurrent of sorrow and desolation.

It came rolling in from the far horizon.

Wherever the bell tolled, even the air trembled violently.

A cold smile slowly curved the corners of Li Chen's lips.

"After beating the young one, it's time for the old one."

"It seems that the abbots of several major cities in this small world couldn't resist coming to join in the fun."

Just then.

At the edge of that dark red and golden sky, a huge void rift suddenly appeared.

A colossal phantom of a Buddha, towering ten thousand feet tall and radiating dazzling golden light, with its eyes closed, slowly emerged from the clouds.

The phantom of the Buddha bowed slightly.

A tremendous sound, like rolling thunder, boomed across the entire city of Mercy:

"Heretical demons, disturbing the tranquility of my Buddhist kingdom."

"Three days later, at the summit of Wanfo Mountain."

"This old monk will fight you to the death!"

"Three days later? A decisive battle to the death?"

Li Chen watched the enormous, illusory image of Buddha slowly dissipating at the edge of the sky.

A mocking sneer curled at the corner of his lips as he casually spat out a sunflower seed shell.

"You old bald monk, I don't have the patience to wait for you for three days."

It seemed to be to confirm Li Chen's words.

Before the phantom of the Buddha had completely dissipated, countless dazzling golden lotuses suddenly bloomed in the dark red night sky.

The spatial barrier was forcibly torn apart.

Accompanied by deafening chants, several enormous golden flying boats soared into the sky.

The Buddhist practitioners in the cities surrounding the City of Compassion did not wait three days at all.

Under the cover of that illusory figure, they had already deployed all their elite troops and were at the city gates!

Hundreds of elite monks, clad in robes of various colors, formed a golden cloud that instantly filled the sky above the inn.

The leading abbots were all bloated and fat, holding magic staffs, and exuding a powerful aura of early Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

"You audacious madman!"

Abbot Huikong, standing in the center, glared angrily, his voice booming like a great bell, causing the tiles below to tremble.

"How dare you kill members of my Buddhist sect! Today, I will annihilate your souls!"

Faced with this massive, dark army of invaders.

Before Li Chen could speak, the colorful rooster on the eaves of the inn couldn't help but speak first.

The little chick flapped its colorful wings and flew straight to the very top of the roof.

With its two wings on its hips, it opened its lousy, gong-like voice and launched into a frenzied barrage of trash talk.

"Pah! Where did this stray dog ​​come from, barking wildly in the sky?"

The little chicken held its head high, its arrogance reaching its peak.

"What's wrong with you, running around in the middle of the night? Does your temple not provide meals, so you've come here begging?"

It stretched out one wing and pointed at Abbot Huikong's shiny bald head.

"And you! Yes, you, the fattest one!"

"You're as fat as a pig waiting to be slaughtered. You must have been stealing a lot of offerings from Buddha, hadn't you?"

"With that size, you think you can exorcise demons? Flying that high, be careful you don't crash and create a crater!"

The entire room fell silent.

The hundreds of Buddhist practitioners in the sky were all dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of the seven-colored rooster.

They have ruled this small world with tyranny for thousands of years, and the people who see them all kowtow and kneel in worship.

When have I ever been subjected to such vulgar and offensive insults?

"Insolence! You beast with fur and horns!"

Abbot Huikong was so angry that he was practically fuming, and the fat on his face trembled violently.

He raised his staff, pointed it at the little chicken, and roared.

"Today, I will pluck all your sparse hairs! I'll skin you, pull out your tendons, and throw you into a big pot to stew into a pot of rotten meat!"

The newbie wasn't intimidated at all; instead, he turned around and provocatively wiggled his butt.

"Come on, come on! My chicken meat is delicious and fragrant!"

"Come and stew me if you dare! I'm afraid your bald monk doesn't have strong enough teeth to bite through my iron bones!"

Just as the newbie was drawing a lot of hate.

On the balcony, Si Zi, who was gnawing on half a melon, stopped what he was doing.

The little girl tilted her head, her big eyes filled with great confusion.

She tugged at Li Chen's sleeve and asked in a childish voice:

"Sixteenth Brother."

"Aren't those bald men monks?"

"Aren't monks supposed to abstain from meat? Why is he stewing a small chicken in the pot?"

Li Chen patted his sister's head and sneered.

"Because they preach compassion, but their hearts are full of thieves and prostitutes."

"That's called feigned compassion, true greed."

Abbot Huikong in the heavens was even more furious when he heard the conversation between the brother and sister.

"Stubborn fools! Monks, form a battle formation! Slay the heretics!"

At a single command, hundreds of monks roared in unison.

A storm of sticks, accompanied by Buddhist light, rained down on the inn like a tempestuous storm.