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Chapter 1241: Chapter 349: Underworld Fengdu Closes Its Gates and Slaughters the Buddha, Not a Single One Left

Huang Mei chuckled softly.

Trading a future body for the secret of Lv Taibai’s Dao essence tribulation sword.

It’s 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 wouldn’t 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 Mei’s 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.”

It’s 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 Ancestor’s 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 Buddha’s 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 Mei’s fingertips, combating the Prison Lotus Fire that burned and annihilated the flesh of his index finger, revealing the golden Buddha bone.

Suddenly.

Huang Mei’s striking of the wooden fish paused.

Because, no matter how he struck, he couldn’t 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 Mei’s 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 tide’s forefront, wreaking havoc with killing intent!

”Amitabha Buddha.”

”If I don’t 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 cow’s 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.