At this mont, Luo Chen could no longer worry about accidentally hurting Qing Shuang.
In an instant, Luo Chen, Qing Shuang, and that golden hand were all enveloped in the Nirvana Sacred Fire.
This was Luo Chen’s last trump card for now.
The Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire protected him all the way from the Netherworld Sea, though it had barely any strength left. Even after absorbing the flesh of the Silver Refining Roc, it could only help him hold out under the Arhat Formation for a brief mont.
The relatively weaker Nirvana Sacred Fire had beco the last resort he could rely on now.
Qing Shuang, upon seeing the Nirvana Sacred Fire, showed a montary loss of composure amidst her serious expression.
Luo Chen didn’t notice; he still felt it was insufficient and spit a mouthful of blood essence onto the Nirvana Sacred Fire.
The flas suddenly blazed intensely!
And that terrifying Buddha Power also rapidly diminished under the burning of this sacred fire.
Luo Chen saw this and couldn’t help but feel delighted.
But just as the Buddha Power was about to disappear, a surge of long-suppressed, pitch-black Demonic Qi suddenly erupted.
Bang!
The Demonic Qi quaked, instantly blasting Luo Chen and Qing Shuang away, transforming into an arrow, piercing into the Moonlight Glaze Hall, and directly through the chest of the white-robed monk sitting cross-legged in the center.
Outside the hall.
Enveloped in golden flas, Luo Chen was knocked to the ground, continually retreating.
The earth was carved with long furrows.
A multitude of figures flew over, attempting to attack him.
Luo Chen didn’t care about these, rely forcibly stopping, he looked towards the hall.
"Did I still fail to protect him?"
At this mont, the winds and clouds in the sky changed.
A solid Primordial Spirit descended from the heavens, entering the body of the white-robed monk.
Imdiately following, an unimaginable amount of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi surged into the white-robed monk along with that Primordial Spirit.
With external force received, the moon-white robed Master Xuan Du slowly opened his eyes.
He looked down at the arm of Demonic Qi piercing his chest, showing a look of regret.
But this regret disappeared in an instant.
"Enough!"
The word "enough," whether muttered to himself or spoken to the remaining dozen monks of the Hanging Temple, was unclear.
The entire Glazed Pure Land, after this word, abruptly quieted down.
Master Xuan Du calmly stood up and walked out of the Moonlight Glaze Hall.
His aura was no longer concealed in the slightest, beginning to rise continuously.
Threads of Divine Consciousness crisscrossed back and forth, transforming into Divine Perception, making one feel as if they were completely transparent from past to future.
Luo Chen stood up, looking at Master Xuan Du with uncertainty, as well as at the black left hand still embedded in his chest.
"Succeeded or failed?"
Qing Shuang gently descended beside him, standing shoulder to shoulder, softly saying, "It should be a success."
Success is success, what does "should be" an?
Qing Shuang didn’t explain, but Master Xuan Du, in front of everyone, slowly drew the black hand out of his chest.
"This is Mahakala’s left hand. Fellow brothers, take a look, is this Buddha’s Left Hand or a Demon’s Left Hand?"
The Xuankong monks were utterly astonished, all battle intent and grief were suppressed by the terrifying Demonic Qi on that arm.
Master Xuan Du no longer explained, rely waved his sleeve, as streams of air appeared in the Pure Land, whisking Great Brahma Prince and his group towards the exit.
"Fellow friends, this little monk must clean house, so I cannot accompany you any further."
In the blink of an eye, the Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators had no ability to resist and were "sent" out of the Glazed Pure Land.
And that entrance that had been open for days instantly closed, vanishing without a trace.
Great Brahma Prince and the cultivators floated in the void, in the eyes of all the spectators, looking at each other.
They never expected, that the final result would be like this.
Demoness Mo Luo overpowered the Xuankong monks, defeating the Eight Court Masters.
Mahakala gifted the left hand, gravely injuring Master Xuan Du just as his Primordial Spirit was about to enter his body.
But that left hand was clearly infused with unimaginably terrifying Demonic Qi?
Now the Glazed Pure Land was closed, what will happen next?
Recalling what Master Xuan Du said before sending them out.
Cleaning house!
Could it be...
As they exchanged glances, the answer was already apparent.
"Hanging Temple!"
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