I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3458: Chapter 1709: Great Brahma Dragon Sound Purifies Spiritual Will, Cold Desolation Fills the Lord Below

The combat strength of the Buddhist Sect is extremely formidable.

Disciples of the Buddhist Sect journey east to preach, known as “Traveling Monks.”

The name of the “Buddhist Treasure Skill” they pass on even eclipsed the fervor of the “Spiritual Cultivation Holy Martial” at that time.

The identity of the first Traveling Monk is not recorded in Dao Qiongcang’s archives.

But the supreme Buddhist Treasure Skill transmitted to the Five Domains Refining Spirit Masters by the first Traveling Monk was the “Great Brahma Dragon Sound.”

This move was said to resonate throughout the land at the time.

Because upon its emergence, it shattered the Red Dust Dao Heart of a demi-saint, who publicly repented and then converted to the Buddhist Sect.

Coincidentally…

The last Traveling Monk a millennium later also shone brilliantly among the Ten High Nobles with the “Great Brahma Dragon Sound.”

Yet, this voice also drank down the eastward path of the Buddhist Sect.

After this voice…

This person vanished without a trace.

The Holy Emperor’s relics of the Western Region Buddhist Sect never appeared again.

The Buddhist Sect retreated, and the concept of Traveling Monks disappeared, making it difficult for the Five Domains to see even a single legitimate disciple of the Buddhist Sect.

“You Yuan…”

This last Traveling Monk was naturally the You Yuan Buddha among the Ten High Nobles.

Dao Qiongcang still carries the Buddha Sword Furious Immortal that he gifted upon his departure.

This should have been one of the Five Great Divine Instruments of Chaos suppressing luck in the Buddhist Sect, which was also taken out and has not been returned to this day.

“Great Brahma Dragon Sound…”

Looking at the Heaven Secrets Curtain, at the end, Pei Yuan’s manifestation of the Great Brahma Dragon Sound in the form of thousands of monks carrying a temple, did not reach the exaggerated level of You Yuan.

Dao Qiongcang’s mind relaxed slightly, yet his fingertips continuously touched points, frowning as he began to calculate something.

“The initial play of the Great Brahma Dragon Sound.”

“The final aria of the Great Brahma Dragon Sound.”

“And now, the echo of the Great Brahma Dragon Sound…what does it mean?”

Dao Qiongcang only calculated to the point where the ancestral trees of the Shengshen Continent were lost, the luck was damaged, but the answer has not yet been figured out.

The image from the Mother Mirror of Feng Zhongzui’s Preaching Mirror enlarged, and in the image visible to the Five Domains, there remained only a solitary, proud figure in black.

Xu Xiaoshou!

…

“Om mani padme hum!”

“Om mani padme hum!”

“Om…”

The piercing, high-frequency, rapid Buddhist sound echoed directly into the ears.

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to be wearing a tightening spell, his eyeballs slightly protruding, covered with blood vessels.

He realized he had underestimated the demi-saint.

A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse; Pei Yuan’s lifetime of accumulation truly had something.

He didn’t appear to be a disciple of the Buddhist Sect at all, yet at this moment, he invoked such a method!

“Zhengxin…”

“Who is Zhengxin?”

“What’s his relation to the You Yuan Buddha among the Ten High Nobles?”

Regarding all imaginations involving the Buddhist Sect, the only connections Xu Xiaoshou could draw were with the You Yuan Buddha and a little monk Bu Le.

Beyond that, he knew nothing.

Yet the spectacle Pei Yuan was creating now was too immense!

That image of thousands of monks carrying the temple, though shrouded, though illusory…

However, Xu Xiaoshou was the first to receive, almost the sole designated target.

He only felt that his flesh, soul, and will seemed trapped in the crevice between gears, crushed repeatedly over and over!

“Hah—”

With a low growl, Xu Xiaoshou’s temple veins bulged.

Without needing to ponder, solely by visceral feeling, he could comprehend that this was definitely an attack surpassing the Saint Martial Arts…

Could these demi-saints, under pressure, deal Holy Emperor level damage?

Jiang Buyi’s Three Tribulation Eyes were one thing.

Taizai Ci’s Gold-Eroding Kui could be accepted.

Even Pei Yuan, were you hiding something?

“Bring it on!”

The triple path of body, spirit, and will baptized.

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t believe Pei Yuan, in such a demonic state, could, using the means of the Buddhist Sect, crush his foundation of the triple Dao Disc in his state of Super Taoization.

What he sought was a state immovable like a mountain.

The force he accumulated was intended to repay Ai Cangsheng with a strike as formidable as thunder after this!

And in between, no matter what happened…

He would not retreat this step!

“Come!”

“Pei Yuan, let me see your capability!”

…

“Pei Yuan… Pei Yuan… Pei Yuan…”

The repeated mocking voice echoing in the mind, like a demon’s temptation, slowly tore out the savage nature within Pei Yuan.

In his eyes finally erupted a blood-red demonic light, unable to suppress the power of the Shariputra of the Right Heart Buddha at the center of his brow.

When the force can calm the sea!

When the momentum can uproot mountains!

“Great Brahma Dragon Sound…”

Pei Yuan, unable to restrain further, brought his hands together and slashed forward, face flushed, letting out a roar:

“Hum!!!”

…

At this moment, the image on the Five Domains Preaching Mirror violently distorted.

“Hum!!!”

This strange syllable pierced the seal of the Dead Sea and the blockade of spacetime with the force of capsizing seas and uprooting mountains.

Suddenly, in front of the Preaching Mirror, regardless of spectators being Innate, Master, Sovereign, or higher void.

Only a few with firm will could maintain a modicum of clarity.

The rest, as if swept over by a deluge, blacked out, their feet kicking, fainting on the spot.

…

“Hum!!!”

In the depths of the Nanming Deep Sea, when the syllable sent forth across the Heaven Secrets Curtain.

The deep sea twisted, waves surged in all directions, sea beasts screamed in terror, either fainted or fell asleep, or fled, or sank.

Dao Qiongcang instinctively stepped back a thousand miles.

Not forgetting to take away the Heaven Mechanism Puppet that could only spectate, not act.

The tide surged at his heels.

The disaster, yet always a step slower.

Until a thousand miles away, as the strange syllable’s momentum weakened slightly, Dao Qiongcang barely let out a sigh of relief.

A sidelong glance at the Heaven Mechanism Puppet caused him to freeze awkwardly.

He opened his mouth, his forehead twitching, and in a soft voice said:

“I’m mainly not afraid of him, nor am I afraid of You Yuan, I am afraid of the Great Brahma Dragon Sound affecting you.”

“This Heaven Mechanism Puppet, well, is not that clever~”

…

“Hum!!!”

Thousands of monks carrying the temple, Buddhist sound from within the temple, reverberating across the Dead Sea.