"I can bear this no longer..."
As Kong An spoke, Luo Bin began chanting.
But the Three-Altars Great Precepts could not keep him calm and clearheaded now.
Everyone beside him fell into a daze.
It was as though they could not see what "Kong An" was doing.
Only one person was different.
Xu Lu!
Even Xu Lu's ghostly body had turned bluish-purple, its resentful qi thick and abundant beyond measure.
"Fuck your grandmother!"
With that furious curse, Xu Lu's ghostly body lunged forward!
With a thunderous crash, his ghostly body exploded into dust!
"Om! Ah! Hum!"
Three syllables, yet far more than just three syllables!
The Three-Character Wisdom King Mantra rang out from every direction.
Four Sinpos led the charge, followed by wave after wave of Black Rakshasas!
Each of the four Sinpos was already possessed by a deity.
Every one of them radiated immense majesty, along with deep resentment and wrath.
This was, in fact, one of the distinctive features of the Tibetan Lands. Even in the great Buddhist monasteries, many Buddha statues bore fierce, wrathful expressions!
"Kong An" vanished.
Kong An still stood where he had been.
He still looked like that young Child Monk, with a wound on his head that exposed the bone.
He devoutly fingered his Gau Bone Beads, a broad, pious smile on his face.
He no longer chanted that earlier mantra.
When he stopped, all the Sa God deities stopped as well, merely continuing to gnaw on their sacrifices.
The losses at the Black City Monastery had escalated completely.
Every Cham Black Rakshasa in this Black City Monastery had died!
Yet that price had caused all the Real Person elders to fail in summoning their Patriarchs.
Had the Real Person elders succeeded, seven Patriarchs would have joined forces. No matter how large the