146: Chapter 146 Formless, Crossing the Calamity!

In the early morning, clouds and mist billowed over the Ancient Zen Temple.

This place, which should have been bathed in Buddha's light, pure and peaceful, was instead haunted by an inescapable, foul aura.

Yuan Tiangang hovered in mid-air, his black robes snapping in the wind.

Beneath the hideous ghost mask, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, and his aura suddenly sank.

From within the main hall of the Ancient Zen Temple below, the sound of chanting flowed ceaselessly, with Sanskrit music lingering in the air.

It sounded solemn and dignified, but to Yuan Tiangang's ears, it was full of hypocrisy and filth.

He cultivated the Tiangang Art, and his Divine Soul far exceeded that of ordinary people; his perception of auras was sharp to the extreme.

Within that seemingly peaceful chanting hid a thick sense of greed.

What disgusted Yuan Tiangang the most was an inescapable, lecherous, and murky aura.

A group of bald donkeys wearing Buddhist kasayas, spouting mercy from their mouths.

They actually hid such unbearable desires behind their backs; it was simply a defilement of the Buddhist holy land!

A cold sneer curled the corner of Yuan Tiangang's mouth.

There was not a shred of pity in his eyes, only bone-chilling killing intent.

Since they dared to commit evil, they must be prepared to pay the price.

Yuan Tiangang slowly raised his right hand, his palm condensing a ball of true essence as black as ink.

A vast pressure instantly swept down, enveloping the entire Ancient Zen Temple.

"Since you are full of Buddhist words but filled with debauchery, this temple is useless to keep."

As his words fell, Yuan Tiangang slammed his palm downward!

"BOOM!!!"

An earth-shattering roar exploded.

A terrifying shockwave of spiritual power poured down like a tsunami.

The black pillar of light plummeted to the ground, instantly flattening the courtyards and halls of the Ancient Zen Temple's front yard!

Bricks and tiles shattered, and the ground collapsed.

The Zen monks in the front yard who were chanting with their eyes closed, but actually harboring evil intentions.

Before they could even scream, they were crushed into meat paste by this massive force, and blood instantly stained the entire ground red.

The front yard turned into a ruin in an instant, with dust flying everywhere.

The originally solemn Buddhist holy land instantly turned into a living hell.

Yuan Tiangang looked at the ruins of the temple before him and smiled slightly.

"Hmm, it's much quieter now."

As he spoke, suddenly!

Two distinct and powerful auras suddenly erupted from the depths of the temple.

A flash of golden light, and two figures instantly broke through the air, standing in mid-air opposite Yuan Tiangang.

Both of them exuded the terrifying pressure of a Land Immortal.

The monk on the left was draped in a crimson kasaya.

He was burly and sturdy, with tense muscles, a fierce face, and an extremely violent aura; one could feel the aura of a wild beast rushing towards them.

The person who arrived was none other than Venerable Due, one of the three holy monks of the Ancient Zen Temple.

His cultivation had reached the Middle Stage of a Land Immortal.

He specialized in the Physical Body, and his hard-training kung fu had reached its peak.

He focused on Physical Body brute force, claiming to be able to use physical power to overcome all "calamities."

And the monk on the right was dressed in a plain white Zen robe.

His face looked peaceful, but his eyes were extremely sinister.

His aura was erratic and elusive.

This person was Holy Monk Wuxiang, one of the three holy monks of the Ancient Zen Temple.

His cultivation had reached the Late Stage of a Land Immortal.

He specialized in the Divine Soul and illusion arts, and his Wuxiang Illusion was superb, making it impossible to guard against.

As soon as Venerable Due appeared and saw the ruined front yard and the corpses of monks all over the ground, his eyes instantly widened in anger, and he was furious.

Without even bothering to probe Yuan Tiangang's strength, he pointed at Yuan Tiangang and cursed loudly.

"Where did this wild immortal Loose Cultivator come from, daring to run wild in my Ancient Zen Temple!"

"Destroying my courtyard, killing my Disciple—you are simply courting death and daring to defy the heavens!"

"Do you know that this is the Ancient Zen Temple, one of the five top forces of the Lingxiao Holy Dynasty? Is this a place where you can act recklessly?"

"If I don't tear you into ten thousand pieces today, it will be hard to vent the hatred in my heart!"

Venerable Due had a fiery temper, was reckless and impulsive, and was so full of rage that he didn't notice anything wrong at all.

But Holy Monk Wuxiang, who was on the side, suddenly changed his expression.

A storm surged in his heart, and he became extremely vigilant.

He specialized in the power of the Soul, and his perception of the auras between heaven and earth far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Even the slightest fluctuation in aura could not escape his perception.

But this mysterious person in front of him, wearing a ghost mask and dressed in black.

He couldn't perceive any cultivation aura from the other party at all!

It was as if what was standing before him was not a Cultivator, but the Void Realm.

Four words popped into Holy Monk Wuxiang's mind for no reason.

Unfathomable!

Holy Monk Wuxiang's heart skipped a beat, and a terrifying thought instantly emerged.

Only when the other party's strength far exceeded his own by several major Realms could he be completely unable to perceive their aura!

He was a powerhouse at the Late Stage of a Land Immortal; for someone to make him unable to perceive their aura, how terrifying must their strength be?

But then he thought again and suppressed the fear in his heart.

The Ancient Zen Temple was a top power in the Lingxiao Holy Dynasty.

Behind it sat the dean, Holy Monk Kuchan, who was an peerless powerhouse at the Land Deity Great Perfection.

And there was Holy Lord Lingxiao, a powerful figure of the Saint Realm, to back them up!

Even if this person in front of them was strong, could they really be a Saint Realm powerhouse?

In the entire Southern Territory, Saint Realm powerhouses could be counted on one's fingers, and each one was a famous big shot.

How could it be this unknown mysterious person in front of them?

He must possess some kind of supreme treasure that could shield his own aura.

He was just pretending to be mysterious to scare people!

Thinking of this, Holy Monk Wuxiang's fear lessened, but he still didn't dare to make a move rashly.

Being able to wipe out the front yard with one palm and kill many Zen monks instantly, even if the other party was not in the Saint Realm, their strength was definitely not to be underestimated.

Being able to subdue the enemy without fighting was the best policy.

He immediately reached out to hold back the furious Venerable Due and rebuked in a low voice.

"Junior Brother, do not be rude! Stop being impudent to this Fellow Daoist!"

After rebuking Due, Holy Monk Wuxiang instantly put on a kind face.

He turned to Yuan Tiangang, slowly cupped his hands, bowed slightly, and kept his posture extremely low.

"This Fellow Daoist, I am Wuxiang."

"I am the abbot of the Ancient Zen Temple. I did not know that you, Fellow Daoist, had come from afar, and I failed to welcome you in time. I hope you will forgive me."

"My Junior Brother has a reckless nature and his words offended you, Fellow Daoist. Please do not take it to heart."

"I just do not know where our Ancient Zen Temple has offended you, Fellow Daoist, to make you go to such lengths to destroy our temple?"

"If we have committed any faults, Fellow Daoist, please speak up, and our Ancient Zen Temple will definitely give you a satisfactory answer!"

While saying this, Holy Monk Wuxiang's sinister eyes slowly lifted, staring fixedly at Yuan Tiangang.

His gaze swept back and forth over him, trying to see through his true strength and find flaws.

Looking at these two fake monks singing in harmony, one furious and one pretending to be ignorant.

Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but let out a cold sneer.

Beneath the ghost mask, a hoarse voice sounded.

"An answer?"

"Just because of you hypocritical bald donkeys, you think you deserve an answer from me?"

"You really don't shed tears until you see the coffin, and you don't bow your heads until you see the King of Hell!"