Huang Mei chuckled softly.
Trading a future body for the secret of Lv Taibaiās Dao essence tribulation sword.
Itās absolutely worth it.
Moreover, cutting off the three lifetimes can divert quite a bit of attention from him, Huang Mei, anyway. After all, cutting off the three lifetimes... those powerful figures wouldnāt think he could occupy a Dao position in a short time, so the threat naturally diminishes.
Huang Mei slowly exhaled a breath.
"Lv Taibai leaving Qian Yuan Divine Sect... and exposing the Dao essence tribulation sword, National Master Xie Yushen would never let him return to Qian Yuan."
"And as for that Daughter of Prison Lotus..."
In Huang Meiās eyes, the Buddha light flickered intermittently.
"Daughter of Prison Lotus... Prison Lotus, involved in the contention of the Deceit Camp, is a matter of life and death. Throughout history, countless cultivators have perished because of it. Now that you have appeared, I, as a monk, cannot sit idly by."
Itās rare that both Lv Taibai and the Daughter of Prison Lotus have left the Qian Yuan Divine Sect.
If they were at the Qian Yuan Divine Sect Mountain Gate, with the unknown fate of the Divine Sect Ancestorās deterrence, most powerful figures would not dare to act rashly.
But now the opportunity...
Is indeed once in a lifetime.
"Time does not wait."
Huang Mei pressed his palms together and murmured softly.
He grabbed the wooden mallet in his hand and struck the wooden fish before him.
Instantly, invisible ripples like shock waves shrank and returned.
All monks of Little Lingyin Temple sat cross-legged on the ground in the courtyard, chanting Buddhaās names, with Buddha light surging from their bodies, constantly accompanying the sound of the wooden fish, surging towards Huang Mei, helping him recover from injuries and breath.
These monks sitting cross-legged on the ground of Little Lingyin Temple varied in size, some were Chulong, some were heroes.
To recover from injuries, Huang Mei cared not at all about the future performance and achievements of these Chulongs and heroes at the Flat Peach Victory Meeting.
Their faces were all becoming pale, as if their blood qi and primordial spirit power were being drawn by Huang Mei and were weakening.
As if using their own qi-blood and primordial spirit to nourish Huang Mei, helping him recover from injuries!
Huang Mei sat cross-legged, holding the wooden mallet in one hand, and striking the wooden fish before him with the other, the entire courtyard echoing ceaselessly with Buddha chanting and the reverberations of the wooden fish being struck.
Strands of Buddha light converged and merged at Huang Meiās fingertips, combating the Prison Lotus Fire that burned and annihilated the flesh of his index finger, revealing the golden Buddha bone.
Suddenly.
Huang Meiās striking of the wooden fish paused.
Because, no matter how he struck, he couldnāt hear any reverberations of the wooden fish vibrating.
Within the entire Little Lingyin Institute.
All sounds seemed to vanish.
No wind, no rain, no wooden fish strikes, no monks chanting scriptures, all disappearing without a trace, as if he was isolated from the heavens and earth.
Huang Meiās two yellow eyebrows fluttered gently.
"Haha... Are you also pressed for time?"
A teasing, brazen, flamboyant voice suddenly echoed.
Then.
An extremely intense killing intent surged forth, like a mountain being collided and fractured by someone, then crazily and torrentially crashing down like an avalanche!
Also like on the Grand Canal, the surging river tide, seemingly slow but at an extreme speed, rushed forward.
Someone stood at the tideās forefront, wreaking havoc with killing intent!
"Amitabha Buddha."
"If I donāt enter hell, who will enter hell..."
"So... it is the underworld."
Huang Mei abruptly lifted his head, as a fierce wind erupted between heaven and earth.
His face, like withered wood, with leathery skin like an old cowās hide, shuddered continuously in the fierce wind.
His eyes squinted, and his long eyebrows whipped like lightning in the fierce wind!
Yet he saw.
Above his head.
A chessboard intertwining with countless line patterns stretched across the sky.
On the chessboard, an ink-colored city rested within, suspended above his head, like a celestial palace painted with ink.
Mo City instantly expanded, shrouding the sky above Little Lingyin Institute, its city gates whirling down, with a gale blowing countless currents sideways, almost touching Huang Meiās face.
Above the city gate, written Fengdu!
Groaning sounds...
The ancient, profound, pitch-black Fengdu gate slowly opened!
Above Huang Meiās head, gradually opening!
Then, at the instant it opened, the whole city crashed down, like a demon in the abyss opening its bloody mouth to devour Grandmaster Huang Mei instantly!
Whoosh whoosh whooshā
Fierce winds rise, turbulent flows rage!
Within Little Lingyin Institute.
At the moment Huang Mei vanished.
Numerous Little Lingyin Temple monks, like puppets with severed strings, shuddered violently, many coughing up blood.
Their eyes regained clarity.
Then.
They saw the ink-colored city that had engulfed the Grandmaster, the towering and imposing city gate, crash into the small courtyard.
A figure wearing a Divine Monkey mask squatted on the city wall, tilting his head.
The Divine Monkey mask revealed an expression of unrestrained and flamboyant laughter, yet its eyes coldly stared at them.
"Underworld Divine Monkey?!"
A hero from Little Lingyin Temple shuddered, with robes flapping, eyes suddenly revealing a fervent look, staring at Li Che atop the ink-colored City.
However.
The next moment.
The Divine Monkey squatting on the ink-colored city disappeared.
When it reappeared.
It was already behind the fervent hero who had spoken.
The Heart-following Gold Iron Divine Rod instantaneously pierced through this Great Grandmaster Realm heroās brow, penetrating the bone, stained with shattered fragments.
The Divine Monkey snapped his fingers.
The Divine Rod lightly flicked.
Instantly, his head exploded!
"Haha..."
"Neatly done."
"Leave none."