The heavens started from Dafeng to beat people up

Chapter 135 Big Victory (Subscribe)

It's not a big deal for his arm to be destroyed. He didn't have a physical body in the first place, but he only existed with the help of the power of the Buddha's realm.

I saw the golden light flickering in the sky flickering for a while.

A golden light flashed from the old monk's body, and the right arm that disappeared just now returned to its original state as if going back in time.

To the old monk's helplessness, he found that he had underestimated the man opposite him.Seeing the other party's calm and composed look, even if he uses all means, it seems that he still can't handle it.

Helpless, can only desperate.

I don't go to hell, who goes to hell!

"Monk, you're not bad either." Chu Linyang said with a smile as he looked at the old monk who had recovered.

After a few weeks, the boiling blood has calmed down, and the warm-up effect is very good. He can still fight for [-] rounds at this moment.

And during the fight, under Chu Linyang's deliberate observation, the operation method of the old monk's invincible magic skill has been fully seen by Chu Linyang, and it has turned into his own martial arts background.

This wave is no longer a loss, and the rest is pure profit.

Chu Linyang grinned in his heart.

"A-Mi-Tuo-Buddha, there is fire in the poor monk's heart!" The old monk closed his eyes completely, and then his whole body disappeared into the air like smoke.

There was a sudden wind blowing in the small world, and the Bodhi tree swayed unsteadily. Suddenly, the whole tree quickly withered and turned into ashes, as if it had gone through thousands of years.

Then a golden light shot up from the ashes, rushing into the temple on the top of the mountain with lightning speed.

In an instant, it seemed as if a thunderbolt exploded in everyone's hearts, and Chu Linyang's face changed drastically in the small world, and he suddenly raised his head.

"Fuck, it won't happen!"

I saw all the golden light in the small world poured into the Buddhist temple on the top of the mountain like old swallows returning to their nests. Without the blessing of Buddha power, the small world shook violently, turned the world upside down, and began to collapse from far to near, and the process was irreversible .

What is even more frightening is the vajra image that has restrained all its strength. Sure enough, the Buddhist temple suddenly shines brightly, and the turbulent airflow sweeps all directions, and an indomitable golden body image is condensed.

It is like the only one in the world, everything becomes small, it towers into the clouds, it is thousands of feet high, clouds and mists surround him, and the naked eye cannot see its whole picture.

"Ants, release!"

Qingtian's Faxiang lowered his head slowly, staring at Chu Linyang who was like an ant, and then slowly stretched out his huge Buddha's palm and slapped it down.

Before the Buddha's palm arrived, the turbulent air wave turned into a hurricane, setting off immeasurable debris of earth and rock, centered on Chu Linyang, rolling away in all directions!

Chu Linyang, who was located in the center, suddenly felt that the world was suddenly dark, and in his sight and mind, a clearly visible Buddha's palm slowly pressed down with criss-cross lines.

It seems to have been abandoned by this world, there is no way to go, no way to escape, facing the desperation of desperation, the state of mind seems to be completely sinking.

"it is good!"

Chu Linyang finally put away his cynical attitude, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help admiring.

Finally, he stopped suppressing the vast Qi and blood in his body like mountains and seas, and the boundless blood Qi shook, and the ten acupoints in Chu Linyang's body vibrated and connected into a line, and exploded.

Bloody smoke soared into the sky, and the air waves turned into ripples that swelled rapidly, as if boundless waves rolled and rushed away. Countless boulders and tree trunks were swept away and flew away with the huge waves.

The fists around him are boundless and mighty, mighty and powerful, covering the whole world like a substance.

The two mighty forces, both of which can be called the most powerful, had already wrestled violently in the air before they collided. The small world was overwhelmed, and it shattered with a final cry before it was broken, and disappeared into the boundless darkness.

Only half of the Foshan Mountain under the two people's feet was left empty and floating in the boundless darkness under the mutual protection of both sides.

Outside, the onlookers also saw with their own eyes the huge Dharma figure that was higher than the top of the mountain. This unprecedented shocking scene made them unable to stand up straight, and everyone's hearts were raised in their throats.

A few days ago, some warriors who had just experienced this scene even swallowed a mouthful of saliva secretly, feeling that the whole person was not well, a little soft.

Even the people in the capital who claim to be well-informed can't help but lament that they used to be a frog in a well. It turns out that there are immortals and Buddhas in this world.

And Chu Linyang, who was able to fight against the Buddha, was about to be mythologized by them. It was true that he was a little too stimulated after seeing the gods fighting.

At the moment when the two people in the small world confronted each other, the golden bowl of golden light flashed fiercely, and after a moment of silence, with a "boom" explosion, the dazzling golden-red light group exploded violently.

The golden bowl was instantly blown into powder.

However, the sound of the huge explosion caused the unsuspecting citizens of the capital to flee with their heads in their arms.

In the outfield, a gust of wind raged, and the arbor was toppled by the gust of wind, and the sound of panting wailing was endless.

When the weather calmed down, the terrified crowd looked carefully at the center of the square, only to see that the place where the golden bowl was originally was turned into a deep pit, and the 'picture scroll' in mid-air also disappeared.

There was only a little golden light left in midair, still shining.

The unconscious little monk Jingsi was lying on the edge of the deep pit, but Chu Linyang, who had also entered the small world of the Buddhist golden bowl, was nowhere to be seen.

Chu Tianwu, Marquis of Wu'an, frowned, and sank a full three inches with his chair and man without a sound.But he has been marching and fighting, and has been strategizing for many years. He is calm and has no conclusions. The anger in his heart is temporarily aroused.

The mediocre old aunt's face gradually turned pale, and she said that after the competition, everyone is gone now. Liar.

There was already an uproar inside and outside the arena, and the Buddhism's repeated hooliganism had already caused the people of Dafeng to burst into anger.

The two young talents who were hindered by Dafeng's appearance before were still in full swing, and they didn't lose Dafeng's face, so they didn't explode.

At this moment, seeing that Chu Linyang, who was faintly No. 1 of Dafeng's younger generation, had been taken somewhere by Buddhist methods, he was instantly furious.

The crowd was excited, and they began to push and shove the imperial guards, as if they were about to rush in and beat up the bald men.

And the imperial army also felt that this group of monks was very upset, they didn't work hard, and many places had already started to release water to let the people outside the venue come in.

The grand scene of violently beating Buddhism is about to be staged.

"Quiet, the fighting is not over yet!"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, there was a solemn shout from high above the sky, like the power of Tianwei, suppressing the audience, and the crowd subconsciously buried their heads back like ostriches.

Everyone could hear that it was the prisoner's voice like Tianwei, no one at the scene dared to show their teeth.

"Amitabha, Mr. Chu is still in the Buddha's realm, it is the little golden light remaining in the sky."

The old monk Duer clasped his hands together, with a sad expression on his face.

This golden bowl was cast by the Buddha himself, and it is the only one in Buddhism, and now only such a little source remains.

A single fight destroyed a Buddhist treasure, and the loss was huge. We can only hope that this fight will end in victory.

"Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient. We should trust the Prince of Marquis Wu'an, and believe that he will be able to return victorious, and he will surely win!" The cold voice sounded at the right time, different from the previous words, there was a little more care in these words.

The people turned their heads and saw that it was Princess Huaiqing, the eldest princess of Dafeng, who had been speaking out for Dafeng and Prince Chu repeatedly.

A princess rushed to the front line, making the people of Dafeng feel so close to the royal family for the first time.

A martial artist shouted excitedly, "Da Feng will win!"

A simple but clean scholar with tears in his eyes said, "Da Bong will win!"

With one mind, mountains can be moved, seas can be filled, and the sun and the moon can be replaced by new sky.

At the moment, Chu Linyang, who was on Foshan, saw the huge Buddha's palm getting closer and closer, and felt a growing sense of oppression.

At this time, the area within a thousand feet seems to have completely become a vacuum!

Suddenly, Chu Linyang vaguely felt some pictures, and the pictures flashed past, as if they were ordinary people watching the fighting outside.

Chu Linyang temporarily let go of the doubts in his heart, and there was only one thought in his mind, and the fight would end here.

"Now Tathagata, Tathagata Divine Palm, Great Thousand Seals!"

Chu Linyang yelled loudly, his whole body trembled, his ten fingers flipped in the air one after another, the fist intent condensed on the ten fingers, and suddenly a huge round of magic seal was condensed!

With this style, which he is most proficient at present, the most powerful, and the most suitable Daqianyin, this fight has come to an end.

bang~
Under the oppression of the first-grade Bodhisattva Dharma, Chu Linyang exploded with unprecedented potential. Coupled with the improvement of his strength during this period of time, this style of Daqianyin is several times stronger than the one used before!
Under the burst of full strength, a huge phantom of Tathagata loomed behind him!

The roar of blood continued, and the vibration of the fist was endless. With his sudden step, the ground within a radius of several miles cracked.

The entire land is like a boundless ice surface being torn apart by a huge force, and countless cracks spread in all directions, and countless fragments of earth and rock disappeared after being thrown away.

With all his strength, he turned his strong Qi and blood like a sea, and with the intention of fisting, he raised his hands and punched straight towards the Buddha's palm.

The golden light shines!

As soon as this fist print came out, time and space seemed to stand still.

All colors, lights, smells, sounds, etc. have lost their color, become unconscious, without vision, without ears, and thoughts seem to have ceased to exist.

In an instant, the entire dark world seemed to fall into an inexplicable state, and the entire world stopped turning!
In a burst of crackling sounds, the fist print and the Buddha's palm officially touched, and there was no sound for a moment.

As the saying goes, the loudest sound is no sound, because you can't hear it at all.

It feels like a long time has passed, but in fact it is just an instant.

Rumble!
In the loud bang like ten thousand thunders.

The huge Buddha's palm, under the shock of Daqianyin's mighty power, which was like destroying a world in an instant, was crushed like a mantis arm, without even holding on for a moment!
Then the entire arm, then the body, and the heads collapsed one by one, and finally the entire Foshan and the temples on the mountain were instantly blown into powder like a supernova explosion.

"What is this. Buddha?!"

A sigh of relief did not know where it came from and where it fell.

Before you die, I can see the highest martial art of Buddhism in another world, and I, Chu Linyang, can be regarded as a master of creating a seven-level pagoda, Amitabha, so good.

At this moment, the last source of maintaining the Buddha's realm has also disappeared.

Chu Linyang's figure also appeared directly on Si Tianjian's square, with his head held high and his face as calm as water.

I thought to myself: At the last moment of the destruction of the Buddhist temple, there seems to be some movement in the system. I don’t know what it is. Go back and check it carefully.

Looking around, the people around Dafeng were cheering and cheering, which was in stark contrast to the silence of the Buddhist side.

"Hahaha"

Many people were already laughing crazily, dancing, and laughing together.This is Daebong's victory, and it's also their victory.

"Okay." Emperor Yuan Jing stood with his hands behind his back, and said with emotion: "It has been so many years since there has been such an outstanding young hero in the capital, and it has been so many years since there has been no such a major victory."

The female relatives cheered, the civil and military officials laughed, Chu Tianwu smiled slightly, and then left the scene quietly, looking at the direction that he should go back to the mansion.

"Everyone, are you happy too early? Buddhism hasn't lost yet!"

Monk Jingchen got up abruptly, and said coldly to all the civil and military officials in front of him, especially Wang Zhenwen, Wang Shoufu, the highest official present.

The joyful mood of the dignitaries was suddenly suffocated, and before Wang Zhenwen could answer, a general stepped forward and said sharply, "You Buddhists are really thick-skinned, what tricks do you want to play?"

"This benefactor, it's not that the poor monk is trying to play tricks, but the fact is." Jingchen said lightly, with a look of concern.

The successive blows really caused Jingchen and other Buddhist disciples a lot of problems in their moods, and they couldn't control their emotions.

Wang Zhenwen waved his hand to stop the general from continuing to ask questions, glanced at the old monk Duer, turned his head to Jingchen and said, "Dafeng has always paid attention to etiquette, tell me!"

At this time, some people who noticed the situation also looked over, including several princesses and some daughters of aristocratic families, who also looked at this side with their heads probed.

Jing Chen clasped his hands together, and said in a deep voice: "The rules of fighting skills have been explained very clearly by the poor monk and uncle. If you don't want to convert to Buddhism, you have to go to the temple on the top of the mountain, then I have lost the Buddhism."

Jing Chen looked around, and said again: "But this time, the benefactor Chu didn't even enter the temple on the top of the mountain to meet my Buddha. Why do Lord Wang and other adults think that my Buddhism has lost?"

"Needless to say, facts speak louder than words, Dafeng's victory is indisputable. If you can bring out another golden bowl, I'm willing to accompany you to the end, but I'm afraid I will disappoint the masters once again."

Wang Shoufu snorted coldly.The attitude is tough and the tone is decisive.

"You are." Jingchen still wanted to argue.

"Jing Chen, you've lost your face." Master Du'er said calmly behind him.

Jing Chen's face suddenly turned pale, cold sweat kept streaming down, and he fell to the ground, reciting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, master uncle, the disciple has a sign!"

Everyone glanced coldly at the monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes, then ignored him one after another and dispersed.

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