Sign In Buddha's Palm Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Escaped Long Ago!

Edited by: Mochiusagi

Badump badump badump~!

Strong and powerful heartbeats sounded constantly. Su Qin was quietly sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed. Within several hundred meters of his body, the air began to faintly distort, a surging and profound force continued to converge.

“Hooo!”

At this moment, Su Qin took a sharp breath, and suddenly the entire Back Mountain Forbidden Area was flooded with endless World's Essence Qi. It turned into an illusory shadow resembling a huge funnel, which was quickly being absorbed by him.

As time passed, Su Qin's body had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The trinity of Body, Divine Sense, and Internal Strength, along with Su Qin's internal organs down to each blood vessel, begin to rapidly transform.

If a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster has started transcendence, then Arhat Buddhahood is completely above all beings.

Each Arhat or Legend has surpassed ordinary humans in essence.

“Arhat Buddhahood…”

“It finally came…”

Su Qin slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils were pitch black and deep, they were as vast as the Universe's Starry Sky.

Su Qin stood up and looked at his hands.

At this moment, his body has completely crossed to another level. He can absorb World's Essence Qi spontaneously without the need of external food to supplement his energy.

Apart from this, Su Qin feels that as long as he thinks of it, he can control the several li of World's Essence Qi nearby. His actions were like Mother Nature's might.

Whether it is Arhat Buddhahood or Legend, the most powerful is the power of the Heavens and Earth.

For Grade 1 Great Grandmasters, or even those Grade 1 Great Perfections, they are still vulnerable to large numbered opponents. If they were caught in an army of several millions, they will very likely be overwhelmed.

Of course, no Grade 1 is so stupid as to take the initiative to jump into the encirclement of an army filled with millions.

But the Arhat Buddhahood or Legend Realm is different.

At this level of existence, unless it is a powerhouse of the same level, no matter how many people besiege them, there is nothing to fear.

“Ten days have passed?”

Su Qin sensed and discovered how long he had taken to break through.

Originally, Su Qin thought it would only take one night to break through, he didn't expect it to take so long.

“It's time to go out.”

Su Qin's aura quickly dissipated, and within a moment, he was simply just a Sweeping Monk.

After reaching Arhat, Su Qin's control over his body has reached an unprecedented level.

Soon, Su Qin left the Back Mountain Forbidden Area and appeared on a green trail not far from the Handyman Court.

“Huh?”

Su Qin suddenly found that the atmosphere in the Shaolin Temple was a bit weird.

The Shaolin Temple disciples's faces were filled with panic, as if they were facing some crisis.

“What should we do?”

“The Demon Sect has come, will the Abbot be able to stop them?”

“Whether we can stop it or not, the Shaolin Temple is with Buddha, how can we back out against Demons?”

Two Shaolin Temple disciples exchanged a few words in a hurry, and then they quickly moved towards Great Strength Hall.

“Demon Sect?”

Su Qin frowned, his Divine Sense then spread everywhere like a wave.

After stepping into Arhat Buddhahood, Su Qin's Divine Sense had skyrocketed by dozens of times. Before it could only cover several ten zhangs, but now it can cover hundreds of thousands.

After a while, Su Qin sighed lightly. He then walked in the same direction as the disciples and also moved towards Great Strength Hall.

When Su Qin arrived, he was stopped by Zhen Zhi.

“Zhen Guan, why didn't I see you in the past few days?” Zhen Zhi asked.

At this moment, outside the Great Strength Hall, the Demon Sect and Shaolin Temple were facing against each other.

“Bald donkeys, submit to the Demon Sect obediently, and then maybe I can spare your life!” A man with a gloomy face sneered.

“Demon Lord!!!” The Martial Monk Court fiercely shouted.

The other Court Heads' expressions were also grave, and they were looking at a man wearing a black robe.

The black robed man has a deep aura, and even though he was just standing, it made people suffocate.

“Namo Amitabha, Demon Lord, why have you come?”

Abbot Hui Wen put his hands together and looked at the black robed man.

“Hmph!”

The Demon Lord's face flashed with a hint of sarcasm: “Hui Wen, you old bald donkey, I'll give you two choices: One is to acknowledge allegiance, and the other is the destruction of your Sect!”

The Demon Lord's voice is not loud, but it resounded in every Shaolin Temple disciple's ear.

Many Shaolin Temple disciples flushed with anger.

“Namo Amitabha…”

Abbot Hui Wen took a gentle step and stood in front of everyone.

The Shaolin Temple is a Great Sect that has inherited thousands of years of heritage. How could it be possible to acknowledge allegiance with the Demon Sect?

“In this case, this poor Monk will seek guidance (fight) from the Demon Lord!” When Abbot Hui Wen said this, the Court Heads' expression changed.

There have long been rumors that the Demon Lord has already taken that step and became a Phase 2 Grade 1 Great Grandmaster.

Although Abbot Hui Wen is a Grade 1, if he fights with a Peak Grade 1, the result can be imagined.

“Abbot, no.”

“Yes, you absolutely can't fall into the trap of the Demon Sect…” Everyone advised eagerly.

“Who will go to hell if I don't?” Abbot Hui Wen shook his head slightly.

Today, the most powerful person in the Shaolin Temple is Abbot Hui Wen. If he does not stand up, then who would?

Although the Shaolin Temple also has the mysterious Ancestor Holy Monk, until now, that Ancestor Holy Monk has not appeared. Maybe something happened to them.

Hence at this time, even if Abbot Hui Wen knew that he was not the opponent of the Demon Lord, he could only brace himself.

“Trivial ant.” The Demon Lord sneered and raised his right hand.

In an instant, horrifying Demonic Energy surged towards Abbot Hui Wen and engulfed him.

Pu chi~

Abbot Hui Wen took three steps back and vomited a mouthful of blood. He couldn't even take a move from the Demon Lord even though he was a Grade 1.

“Abbot.”

“Abbot, are you okay?”

“Demon Lord, I'll fight you.”

Numerous Shaolin Temple disciples felt distressed, and the Court Heads immediately supported Abbot Hui Wen.

“It's okay, I just got hurt…”

Abbot Hui Wen's face was deathly pale, like paper, as he said trembling.

The Demon Lord should have held back just now. Otherwise, even if Abbot Hui Wen survives, he will be seriously injured and it would be impossible to even stand right now.

“The Shaolin Temple is done for…”

Seeing this scene, the Court Heads felt extremely cold.

Just now they still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts. They felt that the Demon Lord might not have taken that step like the rumors.

In this way, there still might be hope for the Shaolin Temple defeating the Demon Lord.

But now it seems that…

If even Abbot Hui Wen, a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, can't stop the opponent, then the Demon Lord's strength is simply far greater than everyone else.

“Is it possible that the Shaolin Temple, after thousands of years, will be destroyed at this moment?”

The Disciplinary Court Head's heart trembled, his face was filled with despair.

After the Demon Lord defeated Abbot Hui Wen with one move, he did not pay attention to them anymore.

For him, he can even kill a Peak Grade 1 Grandmaster like Daoist Tianlian without difficulty, how much trouble would a newly promoted Holy Monk like Abbot Hui Wen be?

Everyone then saw the Demon Lord slowly take nine steps, then looked at the towering Great Strength Hall, and shouted:

“Nameless Monk!”

“I know you are in the Shaolin Temple!”

The Demon Lord's voice echoed throughout the Shaolin Temple. The Shaolin Temple disciples felt their ears buzz and their spirits seemed to have entered into a trance.

“You have killed my Demon Sect disciples, and almost destroyed my Demon Sect's inheritance!”

“How can I ignore such a grudge? Now that your Shaolin Temple's life and death is in my hands, if you do not come out, I will personally slaughter every disciple of the Shaolin Temple!”

After the Demon Lord finished, he looked around every area of the Shaolin Temple.

From the start, the Demon Lord's target was the unnamed Holy Monk of the Shaolin Temple.

As for the other disciples, even Grade 1 like Abbot Hui Wen, he had never looked them in the eye.

“The Ancestor Holy Monk…” Abbot Hui Wen's heart trembled. He didn't know whether the Ancestor Holy would come out.

And with the strength of the Demon Lord, will the Ancestor Holy Monk be his opponent? In case the Ancestor Holy Monk is not, then the Shaolin Temple will really be extinguished today.

“Ancestors Holy Monk…”

There was a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the Shaolin Temple disciples, as if a drowning man grasped their last lifeline.

However, even after time passed, the Holy Monk did not appear.

“Hahahaha.”

“What a load of sh_t Holy Monk! He's too afraid of the Demon Lord's divine might! He must've escaped long ago…” A Demon Sect disciple disdained.

“Are you really scared?” The Demon Lord was disappointed.

He walked out of the Western Desert in order to find the unknown Holy Monk in the Shaolin Temple, fight with him, and then break through under the pressure of life and death.

But now it seems that it is obviously not possible.

“Then it is no longer necessary for the Shaolin Temple to exist.” The Demon Lord shook his head slightly.

Just when the Demon Lord was about to order the slaughter of the Shaolin Temple, a calm voice suddenly sounded.

“You want to take revenge?”

Under the incredible eyes of everyone, a young monk wearing a gray monk robe slowly walked out of the crowd.

Chapter end