Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Buddha’s Dharmakaya! Shocking Collision! Kill the Old Monk!

Above Lu Qing, a gray-robed old monk radiated a golden glow.

A massive Buddha figure appeared behind him.

Standing atop a golden boat, the gray-robed old monk, his expression stern, thrust his palm downward.

As this palm strike, the Buddha figure behind the gray-robed old monk extended a massive palm, pressing down on Lu Qing below.

This palm strike was accompanied by a seemingly Buddhist chant, and golden runes swirled around the Buddha figure’s palm.

With overwhelming force, it pressed down on Lu Qing.

It turned out that the gray-robed old monk, seemingly forced from the sky by the arrow array and captured by Lu Qing using the earth’s magnetic field, had been a successful plot.

In reality, this was a deliberate move, intended to lull Lu Qing into a low position so he could deliver a fatal blow at close range.

“Sure enough, one shouldn’t underestimate even a Foundation Establishment cultivator,”

Lu Qing sighed, sensing the might of the Buddha figure’s palm.

This old monk, clearly holding a trump card, had only so far been using his single golden shuttle weapon.

Even facing his arrow array, he feigned weakness, pretending to be cornered. He

seemed to have fallen into his trap, but in reality, he was outmaneuvering him, calculating his own strategy. He

waited until he was close to him before unleashing his killing move.

The massive Buddha’s palm had a considerable reach, encompassing an area over ten feet above Lu Qing’s head. It was

not only swift but also incredibly powerful.

Even before the palm had fully descended, its powerful suppression restrained Lu Qing, sluggishly making his dodge difficult.

It seemed as if he was attempting to turn the tables, destroying Lu Qing and his entire domain.

“Looks like I have to get serious now.”

Seeing the massive Buddha’s palm so close before him, Lu Qing concentrated, a glint of light emanating from his body.

Boom!

The next moment, the palm had reached Lu Qing’s position.

Clouds of dust rose into the air, and the ground over ten feet in radius was dented by the palm’s impact.

From above, a massive palm print suddenly appeared on the plain, creating a powerful visual impact.

The power of this palm print was so immense and terrifying, it would make any innate realm shudder and tremble with fear.

“Hmm?”

However, upon witnessing the terrifying destructive power of his own attack, the gray-robed old monk showed no sign of relief. Instead, his expression changed.

He sensed that the magnetic force of the earth’s veins binding him had not completely dissipated.

It still clung to him, hindering his movement.

He stared intently downward, and suddenly, his pupils vanished.

The smoke and dust below suddenly shook and exploded in all directions.

A figure, shimmering with white light, burst forth from the dust and dust, hurtling towards the gray-robed old monk at breakneck speed.

The gray-robed old monk was horrified, and without thinking, he summoned his mind and struck out with a palm.

At the same time, the Buddha figure behind him, stirring up an endless gust of wind, also struck Lu Qing in the air with a palm print!

Facing the golden light and the massive Buddha’s palm bearing down upon him, Lu Qing’s gaze remained calm, not a trace of panic.

Even his sword and bow, seemingly at some point, had been stored in his Qiankun Qi Bag.

A gentle breeze emerged from his body, accelerating his speed even further.

He clenched his right fist, unflinching, and met the Buddha’s palm with a single punch!

Roar!

Lu Qing’s punch unleashed a tiger’s roar that shook the sky. In a trance, the gray-robed old monk seemed to see a giant ancient tiger emerge from Lu Qing’s body.

The old monk was even more frightened, realizing that Lu Qing’s punch was too powerful, interfering with his mind and creating an illusion.

Boom!

Fist and palm collided in the air, and the whirlwind began to rise again. High in the sky, the air was once again blasted with layers of white mist, whipping up a fierce gale.

On the ground, it would have been another torrent of flying sand and rocks, with grass and trees falling.

Given the disparity in size, Lu Qing looked like a gnat before the Buddha’s palm, over ten feet wide, like an ant trying to shake a tree.

But reality was starkly different. Under Lu Qing’s blow, the massive, glass-like Buddha’s palm actually began to crack, centered on the fist. The cracks continued to spread, rapidly spreading across the entire palm and even the arm.

Finally, it completely shattered.

“How is this possible?!”

The gray-robed old monk’s eyes lit up with disbelief as he watched the Buddha’s palm shatter.

He couldn’t believe that the Buddha’s form, summoned from the treasure within him, could be so easily shattered.

With one punch, Lu Qing crushed the Buddha’s arm without stopping.

A wisp of cool air emanated from his body, and he descended several feet, dispelling the recoil. Then, he soared upward once more, closing in on the gray-robed monk. This

was his only chance. With the golden boat, the enemy could remain aloft, free to attack or retreat, practically invincible.

Having finally reached the enemy, he couldn’t let this golden opportunity slip away.

He could already see that the Buddha’s arm, shattered by his blow, was slowly healing, so he needed to act swiftly.

Using the talisman’s power, Lu Qing also gained a brief burst of flight. He quickly approached the gray-robed monk and delivered another punch.

Having already witnessed the power of Lu Qing’s punches, the gray-robed monk dared not take them head-on.

But just as before, he had exploited Lu Qing’s strategy, actively entering Lu Qing’s area to lower his guard and unleash his killing blow.

Now, trapped within Lu Qing’s area, bound by the earth’s magnetic field, his speed was greatly reduced.

He tried to retreat, but it was too late.

With no other choice, he used a magic formula to direct the Buddha’s other arm, striking Lu Qing again.

But this time, as expected, the Buddha’s other arm was also crushed by Lu Qing’s blow.

A gentle breeze emerged, and Lu Qing once again approached the gray-robed monk, delivering another blow.

This time, the monk was helpless.

He could only summon his inner spiritual energy and strike out with a palm strike, meeting Lu Qing’s fist.

But even his strongest power couldn’t stop Lu Qing’s blow.

Though his body was exceptionally forged, how could he be a match for Lu Qing?

Under Lu Qing’s unparalleled force, his arm instantly shattered, and he vomited blood as he detached from the golden boat and flew backwards.

“What a chance!”

Lu Qing had long coveted the golden boat, and without even bothering to pursue his enemies, he grabbed hold of it with one hand, his mind urging him to seize it.

The gray-robed monk was critically wounded at this moment. Lu Qing’s punch, not only delivered a brutal force, but also radiated an equally vast power.

The gray-robed monk, overwhelmed by the punch’s power, nearly lost his mind, leaving him no time to control the golden boat.

Therefore, Lu Qing effortlessly tucked the boat into his Qiankun Yiqi bag.

Then, observing the gray-robed monk still in mid-air, a gust of wind swept through him as he pursued him once more.

While it might sound complex, in reality, from Lu Qing knocking the gray-robed monk off the golden boat to seizing the boat, everything happened in a flash.

When Lu Qing reached the gray-robed monk, he was still on the ground.

Facing the gray-robed monk’s horrified gaze, Lu Qing, expressionless, delivered another fierce punch, striking him in the chest.

Bang!

Lu Qing didn’t hold back, his fist connecting with the gray-robed monk’s chest, the explosive force instantly ripping the monk apart.

However, as a powerful cultivator at the Perfect Foundation Establishment Stage, his physical strength far surpassed that of a Xiantian Realm cultivator.

Despite enduring Lu Qing’s terrifying punch, the gray-robed old monk remained intact.

A large hole was simply torn through his chest, piercing through him from front to back, and he slammed into the ground, creating a massive crater.

Lu Qing also landed beside the pit. He gazed indifferently at the dying gray-robed old monk, whose breaths were out more than inhaled.

He had sustained a blow from his radiant physical body. While his physical body wasn’t completely destroyed, it was clearly already dead.

“Your body is radiant with radiance! You’re actually a physical cultivator!”

The gray-robed old monk, still conscious, gazed at the white light emanating from Lu Qing’s body, a look of realization on his face.

According to the records left by the Xuankong Mountain ancestors, physical cultivators are a formidable force.

Despite their many flaws, their combat prowess ranks among the top three among all cultivation schools.

Their close combat prowess is particularly unmatched.

He had been bullied by a physical cultivator who had reached the radiant physical body state. He deserved no regrets in this defeat.

“However, there’s one thing I still don’t understand. What’s the grudge between Xuankong Mountain and you? Why are you slaughtering all of our disciples?”

Knowing he was doomed, the gray-robed old monk stared at the ghostly mask on Lu Qing’s face and asked his biggest question.

However, Lu Qing didn’t do as he wished.

He simply said expressionlessly, “You’ll have to figure this out in hell!” He

then launched another punch. The force of the blow crushed the gray-robed monk, already severely injured and on the verge of death, unable to muster a single ounce of spiritual power for defense.

In his terror, Lu Qing’s blow shattered him, transforming him into a bloody mist.

Just as the gray-robed monk’s body exploded, a streak of gray light shot out from the mist, striking directly between Lu Qing’s brows.

Its speed was so swift it caught him off guard.

But the next moment, just as the gray light was about to strike Lu Qing’s brows, a phantom of golden robes emerged from Lu Qing’s body, completely shielding him.

The gray light collided head-on with the robes, sizzling and scorching, sending plumes of gray smoke billowing from the scorching heat.

“Ah! The power of merit! This is impossible!”

The gray-robed monk’s cry of shock and anger had barely rang out before the gray light was completely extinguished by the scorching heat, and his voice vanished completely.

It turned out that the gray light was the very essence of the gray-robed monk’s soul.

He knew he was doomed, yet he refused to give up.

In his dying moments, he unleashed his soul-destroying secrets, attempting a desperate attempt to invade Lu Qing’s brow acupoint.

If he could defeat Lu Qing’s soul, that would be the best. He could usurp Lu Qing’s body and acquire a powerful physical form.

Even if he couldn’t, severely damaging Lu Qing’s soul would temporarily deter a formidable foe from Xuankong Mountain and leave a trace of his soul within him, facilitating their subsequent pursuit and capture.

However, he hadn’t anticipated that Lu Qing possessed a robe of merit within him, capable of blocking all soul-destroying attacks.

This denied the gray-robed monk’s plan any chance of success, as his soul was scorched and annihilated by the robe.

“These old bastards have so many tricks up their sleeves,”

Lu Qing sighed, rubbing his forehead.

The soul attack had been so swift, even he had barely reacted.

Even if the gray-robed monk had truly penetrated his brow acupoint, he remained unfazed.

On the contrary, he felt that if the gray-robed old monk were to see the state of his brow acupoint, he would be the first to die of fright.

With the combined protection of the Earth Spirit Pearl and the Soul Talisman, Lu Qing doubted that anyone’s soul attack below the Golden Core stage could harm him.

After neutralizing the gray-robed monk’s final attack, Lu Qing’s gaze fell upon the pit.

He saw that even after his punch had reduced the gray-robed monk’s body to a bloody mist, something had surprisingly survived.

It was a bead with a faint golden sheen, suspended in mid-air.

Lu Qing saw that it must be a rare treasure refined by the gray-robed monk.

He was about to use his supernatural powers to examine it when his expression suddenly shifted, and he looked up towards the Lingshan Mountains.

His keen intuition told him that another powerful aura seemed to be approaching from that direction.

And this aura gave him a faint sense of danger.

Sensing this, Lu Qing did not hesitate, dove into the pit, snatched up the golden bead, and stored it in his Qiankun Yiqi bag.

“Xiao Li, come here!”

Xiao Li, who had been hiding nearby, scouting for Lu Qing, suddenly appeared from the air and leaped into Lu Qing’s arms.

Embracing Xiao Li, Lu Qing’s body shone with a green light, transforming into a stream of light as he flew away.

This time, he unleashed the full force of his talisman.

Simultaneously, his spiritual energy channeled through every limb. With one step, he was already dozens of feet away. Another, and dozens more.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the distant earth.

A few breaths later, a figure appeared at the site of the battle between Lu Qing and the gray-robed old monk.

After observing with a solemn expression for a few moments, his face suddenly changed as he appeared in the pit where the gray-robed old monk had fallen. His

face sank as he gazed at the bloodstains on the ground.

He sensed that Elder Ku Rong’s spiritual aura seemed to have vanished completely there.

…

After leaving the site of the battle, Lu Qing exerted his talisman and physical skills to the utmost, transforming into a stream of light and escaping.

He ran for hundreds of miles, sensing no one was pursuing him, and then he retreated into a deep mountain, finding a cave to hide temporarily.

Possessing a spiritual weapon that could conceal divine predictions, coupled with the soul talisman’s aura-hiding function,

he believed that as long as he hid, almost no one in the world would be able to detect his tracks.

After remaining quietly in the cave for half an hour, confirming that no one was pursuing him, Lu Qing finally relaxed.

He had just sensed a hint of danger from the Lingshan Mountains.

Although the aura wasn’t strong, Lu Qing didn’t want to take the risk.

After all, he was in the dark, while Xuankong Mountain was in the open.

As long as he didn’t want to, the other party wouldn’t be able to find him.

So why take the risk?

The gray-robed old monk’s behavior showed that Xuankong Mountain was indeed a profound institution, with numerous magical treasures.

Even he would have to use many of his trump cards to defeat him.

If the person who arrived was even more powerful than the gray-robed old monk, he wouldn’t be able to escape so easily.

If he got stuck in a tough fight, and the other party came to reinforce, he might be doomed.

His most important goal in coming to Xizhou was to cause trouble for Xuankong Mountain, not to fight them to death.

For the time being, it was better to remain in the dark.

After all, he had gained a lot from the battle with the gray-robed old monk.

Once he had digested that battle, it wouldn’t be too late to challenge Xuankong Mountain.

With this thought in mind, Lu Qing took out a stack of jade talismans, shot them into the ground with a flick of his finger, and set up a simple aura-concealing formation.

Then he flipped his hand and took out a golden boat from the Qiankun Qi bag.

(End of this chapter)