Peerless Taoist

Countless gazes fell upon Lu Yu. Great Qin had just been established, yet they had chosen to fight to the death with an ancient existence like Buddhism. This shocked everyone.    

Even an Emperor as powerful as Emperor Tai Qian had only sealed Spirit Mountain, and had not done much against Buddhism.    

The black dragon soared through the sky, and its massive head gave off a sharp killing intent. Its two dragon eyes stared directly at the spiritual mountain in the distance.    

A powerful pressure swept across the four sides of the Saint Plane of the Spirit Mountain. The surrounding heroes were silent and did not dare to approach.    

"This one, how far has he cultivated?" The Holy Spirit Mountain's Holy Spirit Mountain's Holy Spirit Mountain's Holy Spirit Mountain's Holy Spirit Mountain's Holy Spirit Mountain's Holy Spirit Mountain's Holy Spirit Mountain.    

"The Divine Might Marquis, Xu Guizong, died at this person's hands. Even the Zhao family has submitted to him."    

"How old is he? How did he cultivate to such a level!?"    

Countless people were talking to each other. They were amazed by Lu Yu's strength, and at the same time, they wanted to see what Lu Yu was going to do next.    

Compared to the Buddhist League, which had a long and profound inheritance, Lu Yu's foundation was still too shallow.    

"Qin Huang dared to offend our Saint realm. He has committed a grave crime. He will pay the price for it!" An eminent monk who had obtained the Dao gave up his amiable face in the past. He opened his eyes wide and shouted angrily, his voice spreading in all directions.    

However, this time, no one dared to reply to his words. Many people looked at this eminent monk with strange expressions.    

This was a great Buddhist tribulation. Along the way, Qin Huang had always had an unmatched attitude that crushed all existences. It was truly hard to say whether or not Buddhist sects would still be safe and sound.    

Lu Yu sat on the black dragon with his legs crossed. He did not do anything else, but his incomparably fierce imperial aura filled every corner of Spirit Mountain.    

At this moment, bell chimes resounded throughout the Sage State of Spirit Mountain. The rapid bell chimes reverberated in every corner. Countless experts of Buddha Sect were gathered together, preparing for battle.    

Countless golden lights were filled with Buddhist mantras. Each and every one of them was emitting a vast amount of magic power that lingered around Mount Numinous, making the holy land of Buddhism as impregnable as an impregnable fortress.    

Lu Yu sat cross-legged on the ground and slightly raised his hand. A ferocious palm print was violently slapped out and landed on the golden barrier surrounding the sacred land of Spirit Mountain.    

"Rumble!"    

Mount Numinous trembled and rumbled in all directions.    

Countless Buddhist experts controlling the formation spat out blood and almost fainted.    

At this moment, a Buddhist chant echoed in all directions as it called out loudly, "Demonic Descending Spirit Mountain, this is the greatest tribulation of our Buddhist League. All of you must do your best to protect the Pure Lands of Bliss."    

That was one of the three thousand Buddhas, called the Great Ming Buddha. His true body manifested in the void as he presided over the defensive formation.    

"Where's Bo Xun? Let him come out!" Lu Yu's cold voice traveled from the outside world into Spirit Mountain, causing a series of rumbles!    

The Great Ming Buddha did not speak. He closed his eyes and chanted scriptures. Blood unexpectedly seeped out from the corners of his mouth. He had suffered quite a bit of injury from Lu Yu's hands.    

The sound of chanting could be heard from all directions. Countless living beings in the holy land of the spiritual mountain knelt on the ground and chanted the loud and clear Buddhist scriptures in unison. They produced a strong spiritual force in an attempt to block Lu Yu's attack.    

However, Lu Yu was fearless. He continued to slap with his palm. Each palm contained a powerful force. Blood Qi and immortal energy were interwoven with each other, creating an astonishing power.    

The sound of each palm hitting the ground echoed in the starry sky. The Condor Galaxy, where the Saint Realm of the Spirit Mountain was located, was in an uproar.    

The fights and grudges were all put down at this moment. Countless forces sent out a large number of spies to investigate. They had a feeling that the world would change sooner or later.    

Nothing was more shocking than seeing it with their own eyes. Many people stared blankly at Lu Yu's palm strike. They felt that if this palm strike landed on their bodies, they would instantly vanish from the face of the earth.