A terrifying sound of gold and iron clashing erupted from the top of the mountain, creating a circle of terrifying fire waves and shock waves visible to the naked eye. The mountains shook, violent winds raged, flying sand and rocks, thousands of pounds of rocks, and the ruins of the collapsed palace were all rushed into the air.

, then collided and shattered, and the people at the foot of the mountain covered their ears and screamed.

The body of Thousand-Hand Venerable Old Buddha was also violently impacted by this earth-shattering explosion and flew hundreds of feet into the air.

Bang! Bang!

The golden demon-subduing pestle and the silver demon-subduing pestle, which had a crack every time they collided, could no longer withstand the fierce and scorching force of the collision, and exploded into metal fragments all over the sky. When the metal fragments fell to the ground, they turned into gold and silver scraping Buddha fragments.

It's strange.

Jin An stood in the crater created by the impact with his legs slightly bent. He raised his head and glanced at the sky. The sun was dazzling in the sky and he could not clearly see the figure of the Thousand-Armed Buddha.

Jin An squinted his eyes and looked up for a while. Suddenly, the look on his face changed drastically.

Without hesitation, he took off the red gourd from his waist, poured out all the incense and spread it all over his naked upper body, shouting loudly: "Master, help me!"

"Help the disciples save people!"

"Help my disciples to level this mountain that is weighing on the heads of the world!"

"Help me teach Taoism about the five internal organs!"

In an instant, the power of eleven thousand three hundred and twenty-two incense sticks burned on Jin'an's body. His body glowed with golden light, the Taoist scriptures were reflected, his Yuanyang was heavy, and he realized Taoist supernatural powers.

The surface of his body burned with a majestic and astonishing pure Yang fire.

This time it was not Dao Qi Yuwu, but directly ignited itself with incense.

Click, click, bang! Bang! Boom!

Jin An's knees were slightly bent, and the rocks under his feet cracked and exploded into pieces, leaving a pit under his feet.

The power of 11,322 incense sticks is unexpectedly heavy.

Shinto is heavy.

People's hearts are heavy.

The years are heavy.

Shinto has carried the hearts of thousands of years, how can it not be heavy?

There is a god in Mount Tai, named Mount Taifu Lord, who burns incense day and night. He has tens of millions of believers accumulated over thousands of years, so he is as heavy as Mount Tai.
Chapter completed!