I have been bound in a forbidden place for five hundred years. Why are you crying when I am a casual

"Boom~!"

This kick was powerful and heavy, carrying supreme power and the wrath of the people. It could burn through the sky and shake mountains!

The Buddhist Light Academy wall, which should have been incredibly strong and could even withstand a sword saint, was actually breached by this one stomp, creating a huge gap!

"What...what's going on?"

"Damn it, wasn't it said that the power of those ants would make the walls of Foguang Temple even stronger? How could they be destroyed so easily?"

"Has Yin Ruozhuo become this powerful?"

"I think I heard the roars of those mortals. Could I have misheard? Shouldn't they be dead already?"

"..."

The sight before them terrified the high monks.

To their utter surprise, the Buddha's Light Wall, which they believed to be incredibly powerful and could easily block the Sword Saint, suddenly had a gap in front of them. Although it wasn't very large, it was definitely there.

They didn't understand what was happening, and could only keep activating the supreme Buddhist power within them, trying to resist the giant statue with an angry face on the city wall.

Can……

Their Buddhist teachings seemed useless at this moment. The once indestructible city wall of Buddha light was as fragile as paper. As the roars behind the city wall grew louder and louder, the statues trampling on the Buddha wall above them also moved faster and faster.

"Boom~!"

Finally, with another step, the gap that had already appeared in the Buddha wall was completely enlarged at this moment, and a gap that looked like a heavenly gate actually appeared in front of them.

The shattered golden light peeled away like glass, reflecting faces twisted with anger yet perfectly clear-headed.

These faces were all too familiar to the eminent monks.

That was Zhang, the farmer who knelt before the temple every day, his forehead bruised and purple from kowtowing; that was Li, the widow who offered the last grain of millet in her home to the golden statue, leaving herself emaciated from hunger; that was the little novice monk who was sent to the temple as a lamp before the Buddha from childhood, exhausting his innocence and vitality...

They were once seen as docile sheep, silent soil, and inexhaustible sources of devout firewood.

However, at that moment, the firewood ignited into a raging inferno.

"Are...they...humans or ghosts?"

"Why are they still alive? This is impossible. What about their faith? What about their conversion to my Buddhist kingdom?"

"How is that possible? They're just mortals, just mortals!"

"..."

Looking at those figures, their faces contorted with rage, resembling demons, the high monks were filled with shock and fury. In a desperate struggle, they relentlessly channeled Buddhist teachings, hoping to subdue these believers once more and make them obedient.

"Amitabha Buddha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. You are already deeply trapped in the sea of ​​suffering, so why don't you wake up quickly!"

"The Buddhist Kingdom is your true home!"

"Devout believers, we are holy monks! Wake up!"

only……

Their usual ability to easily soothe people seemed to have failed at this moment. A pebble suddenly flew by and hit a high monk on the head. The pebble was just an ordinary one and could not possibly hurt them.

But at that moment, it hit him squarely on the head, even creating a bump.

The high monk was somewhat incredulous, but before he could react, more pebbles flew over, causing all the high monks to scatter in panic.

"You hypocritical bastards, you actually want to kill us all!"

"Why waste words with them? Kill them and burn this dilapidated temple down!"

"Go! Kill them! Kill them all!!!"

"Go, go!"

At this moment, the group of high monks finally panicked completely. Under this terrifying aura, they felt their legs go weak and involuntarily fell to the ground. They continued to use Buddhist teachings, trying to regain control of these out-of-control mortals.

Can……

"Why is the defilement in their spiritual sea so stubborn, completely... completely impossible to cleanse, and unpurified by the Buddha's teachings!"

"It's not defilement, it's a new faith. They no longer believe in the Buddha's compassion, nor in the blessings of the afterlife!"

"...The only thing they believe in now is to tear us to pieces!"

"This is... the power of all living beings! We... we're doomed!"

"Run! Run!"

Having failed to control mortals, and seeing that these mortals had even changed their faith, the high monks of the Buddhist kingdom dared not try again. Looking at these aggressive mortals, they hurriedly got up, wanting to continue their escape.

But they soon discovered...

It was as if they were bound by an invisible and intangible shackle, which suppressed them so much that they could not move. Not to mention the profound Buddhist teachings they possessed, they were even too weak to exert any strength.

They could only struggle, writhe, and crawl like worms toward the distance.

But they are like this.

How could they possibly be a match for a mortal in a fit of rage?

In the blink of an eye, they were surrounded by mortals. Spit, curses, fists, and feet were all coming into close contact with them. Those high-ranking Buddhist monks became rats in the street, hated by everyone.

They could do nothing but wail and beg for mercy.

These mortals, who should have trusted them the most and allowed themselves to be manipulated, now seemed to be the ones who restrained them the most.

Even more terrifying.

The towering statue that had formed on the city wall did not dissipate; instead, it stared fiercely at the Buddhist palace in the distance. This was the deepest Buddhist palace in the Holy Truth Academy and the most central place in the entire Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom.

next moment.

The statue strode forward, carrying the anger of mortals and the wishes of all living beings, step by step toward the grand Buddhist temple.

With each step he took, the earth trembled violently. With each step forward, all the Buddhist buildings around him collapsed into ruins. The Buddhist temple he was targeting was also shaking violently, as if something was trying to break free, with bricks and tiles constantly falling and shattering.

Upon closer inspection, it could be discerned that it was a divine statue, radiating boundless Buddhist light, dazzling and brilliant. He clearly desired to awaken and rush forth to slay all those who defiled the Buddhist realm.

only……

As the giant statue, formed from the power of all beings' wishes, walked step by step, it seemed as if an invisible net bound the Buddha statue, and no matter how it struggled, it could not break free in the slightest.

He was unwilling, he was terrified, he was in a state of panic.

As the giant statue drew closer, the Buddha statue glared venomously at the old sword saint: "Yin Ruozhuo, you call yourself the number one person under the vast universe, why do you still use such despicable means? If you have the guts, fight me fair and square!"

He is the true supreme ruler of the Buddhist Kingdom, the true person in charge.

Buddha!

However, this Buddha, who used to speak eloquently and recite Buddhist verses endlessly, now had no trace of his dignified appearance; his entire being seemed to embody only two words.

Embarrassing!

He tried to provoke the old swordsman into making a move, hoping to get him to take action himself, but unfortunately, the old swordsman wasn't going to fall for it.

“I gave you a chance before, but you insisted on blocking my way with the power of all living beings. Since you were the one who mobilized this power, it’s only right that you get to taste what it’s like to be devoured by all living beings.”

Say it.

With a wave of his hand, the old sword saint sent the giant sword representing the Tianyuan Sword Sect members flying into the air and landing above them.

The backlash from the power of all living beings has even broken through the restrictions of the strange Pure Land of Bliss. This time, the Sword Saint did not choose to take action, but instead chose to observe from the sidelines.

"Damn it!"

The Buddha could easily see what the old sword saint was planning. He wanted to fight the giant statue that had gathered the power of all living beings first, and then kill the old sword saint in the end.

But it just so happens at times like these.

Even though he saw through the Sword Saint's intentions, there was nothing he could do.

Look down at those Buddhist monks who were beaten to death, and at the mortals who are still furious.

The Buddha understood.

Just like what their Buddhist Kingdom did to the Tianyuan Sword Sect group before, this backlash from all living beings is aimed at the Buddhist Kingdom, or rather, at his open scheme as the Buddha!