Beneath the ground paved with white bones, the intersection of the blood-pith tubes extending from the mouths of the three thousand suspended demonic corpses suddenly began to vibrate violently.
Immediately afterward, the entire space twisted and folded repeatedly, like a crumpled piece of xuan paper.
Jiang Runyue watched with her own eyes as the protective Buddhist light surrounding Monk Qingchan shattered into a sky full of golden sand, and even the golden lotus pedestal beneath his feet took on a tinge of blood.
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