Chapter 655: Chapter 655

When the cannonball touched the Main Temple’s Defensive Formation, a strange event occurred.

The cannonball suddenly split; the outer layer consisted of the immensely powerful Purple Cloud Thunder, which instantly unleashed formidable power, trying to blast open the solid barrier. The inner layer, however, contained Armor-Piercing Gold Essence specifically designed to break protective Gang Qi, like sharp daggers directly penetrating the enemy’s vital points. The source of thɪs content is NoveI~Fire.net

It can be said that these eighteen cannons represent the highest level of fusion between firearms and Dao Skill in the current era.

They embody the wisdom and hard work of countless craftsmen and cultivators, a perfect integration of the Great Yu Dynasty’s technology and cultivation power.

The Heshan Tao Elder stood inside the Main Temple, nervously watching the mirror-like smooth Mountain Protection Array ripple in waves. His face turned pale instantly, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and before he could form a seal to reinforce the formation, he heard the most horrifying sound of his life.

The cannonballs, which ought to be bounced off by the formation, clung to the barrier surface like a greedy poisonous insect laying eggs. Thunder Seals interlaced with Gu Patterns, perfectly fused, emitting an eerie glow, corroding the millennium-old formation into honeycomb-shaped holes.

"Quick, activate the Earth Vein..." the elder cried out in terror, but his voice abruptly ceased.

A second wave of cannonballs, like a flock of furious birds, passed through the corroded holes, landing precisely on the Myriad Gu Tripod at the center of the altar.

The "Nine Revolutions Corpse Pill" being refined inside the tripod was ignited by thunderfire, creating a violent explosion that rapidly spread poisonous fog, instantly turning half the sky green.

Dozens of native priests forming seals at that moment turned into a pool of pus and blood due to the sudden explosion, not even able to let out a scream.

From the dust and smoke, there suddenly came a loud sound of chains breaking.

Two Demon King Protectors appeared like Demon Gods emerging from Hell, stepping over the altar’s foundation, revealing themselves before everyone. They were Xu Qing’s two Demon King Protectors, exuding a formidable aura that made one’s blood run cold.

Under the powerful pressure of the two Demon King Protectors, the Heshan Tao Sect Hierarch’s breathing became increasingly rapid, beads of sweat continuously rolled down his forehead.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, fully aware that escaping disaster today would be near impossible. Yet, the instinct to survive spurred him to desperately search for a glimmer of hope.

The ground beneath him suddenly trembled fiercely, fissures rapidly spreading like a spiderweb.

Seeing this, joy sparked within the Heshan Tao Sect Hierarch’s heart, capitalizing on the moment to employ the Earth Tunneling Technique, attempting to escape using the earth’s cover. His figure instantly disappeared into the ground, leaving only a deep pit above.

However, Xu Qing had predicted his move, swiftly forming seals, chanting incantations. In an instant, a muffled sound and the Heshan Tao Sect Hierarch’s painful groan emerged from underground.

The ground swelled abruptly, like a massive mound, and immediately after, the Heshan Tao Sect Hierarch was sent flying out of the ground like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily on the platform. Dust and blood stained his body, his clothes tattered, appearing extremely wretched.

At this moment, the Court’s army had surrounded the He Mountain Dao Headquarters, forming an impenetrable blockade.

The soldiers raised their weapons, their shouts deafening, as though they wished to shatter the earth and sky. Their eyes gleamed with excitement and anticipation, eager for the ultimate victory of this battle.

"The fall of Heshan Tao today is an inevitable trend!" Xu Qing walked step by step towards the Heshan Tao Sect Hierarch, with each step, the momentum he emanated became increasingly formidable.

The two Demon King Protectors, like loyal guardians, sealed the void on both sides, creating an overwhelming oppressive feeling that made the Heshan Tao Sect Hierarch almost unable to breathe.

His legs went weak, his body trembled uncontrollably, as though crushed by an invisible mountain.

The Heshan Tao Sect Hierarch struggled to stand, his eyes filled with defiance, "Xu Gongming, my Heshan Tao has a thousand-year legacy. How can it be easily destroyed by you?"

His voice was full of anger, attempting to mask his inner fear with words.

Xu Qing quietly observed him, saying nothing, raising his hand to give a wave.

The two Demon King Protectors immediately understood, charging towards the Heshan Tao Sect Hierarch like majestic divine spirits descending from the heights.

The Heshan Tao Sect Hierarch exerted all his strength to resist, brandishing the magic artifact in his hand, chanting incantations, striving to cast spells to ward off the Demon King Protectors’ attack.

But against the powerful strength of the Demon King Protectors and Xu Qing, his resistance seemed so futile, akin to a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

After a few exchanges, the Heshan Tao Sect Hierarch was firmly oppressed by the Demon King Protectors. His clothes were in tatters, his body covered with wounds, blood flowing incessantly, dyeing the ground beneath him red. His eyes were filled with despair, and his body became increasingly feeble.

Just as the Demon King Protectors prepared to deliver the final blow, a strange fluctuation was felt in the sky. A mystical, distant bell sound drifted in like a spring stream, followed closely by a drum sound like a heavy hammer striking everyone’s heart.

Xu Qing’s heart was startled; he could feel the strength and mystery of this power, certainly not ordinary.

Before he could react, the Heshan Tao Sect Hierarch vanished instantly.

"The Morning Bell and Dusk Drum of the Great Leiyin Temple." Two artifact names flashed in Xu Qing’s mind. His expression grew serious, silently marveling at the potency left by Shakyamuni, truly extraordinary.

The name Shakyamuni stirred in Xu Qing’s mind, instinctively generating a sense of aversion. It couldn’t be helped; as a Heavenly Demon, such aversion towards the Buddha was ingrained.