Tian Yuan

The old monk directly used the Jidao Dharma, and the golden lotus under his feet gave birth to several wisps of emperor patterns.

The Buddha's palm with the word "卍" stretches across the sea of ​​​​stars, like a golden giant net pressing down.

This sea of ​​stars seemed to be unable to withstand this terrifying force. It trembled violently, the void shattered, and a terrifying storm swept across.

"Boom"

Wan Changhai immediately summoned his natal holy weapon, which was a sword talisman.

With a thought, hundreds of swords came out.

Fuse hundreds of top-quality holy swords together and turn them into sword talismans. Such means and foundation cannot be possessed by secular forces.

It seems to be a holy weapon sword talisman, but in a certain sense, it is no less than an ordinary quasi-imperial weapon.

"Chong-"

Hundreds of swords resounded in unison, with a harsh clank.

"go with!"

Wan Changhai activated his natal sword talisman, and the hundred swords were aimed at the Buddha's palm, the momentum was fierce and shocking.

The devastating sword power flattened the void tens of thousands of miles ahead.

"boom"

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of swords arrived and faced the Buddha's palm.

The sound was huge, purple thunder flashed, and golden light sputtered, making it dazzling.

The remaining power of the sword turned into a huge wave, sweeping in all directions.

The onlookers had horrified expressions on their faces. They either defended themselves or used mystical skills to rush to a distance. They were afraid of being affected. They fled to a safe place far away before they dared to stop, panting and feeling frightened.

"Tear"

The sword light was so fierce that it tore a hole in the Buddha's palm.

But Wan Changhai had no time to be happy, as the old monk had already attacked again.

Although the power of the Buddha's palm was broken, the old monk immediately activated the supreme Buddha Dharma and explored it from the air.

Separated by layers of void, grasping the sword with bare hands.

"How brave!" Wan Changhai used the sword talisman to control a hundred holy swords. When he saw the old monk dared to carry the sword with his bare hands, he roared. He didn't know whether it was irony or genuine admiration.

"clang--"

The next second, the old monk grabbed a sharp three-foot sword, causing it to vibrate violently and letting out a sword roar that tore through the sky. The rest of the swords followed the trend, trying to cut off the old monk's spell from the air, and even took the opportunity to break the old monk's arm.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The old monk raised his left hand and placed it on his chest. He lowered his eyebrows and chanted sutras. He must have been reciting some Buddhist mantras. He finally said "compassion".

His right hand was still performing Taoist magic, and he insisted on obtaining the holy sword. His behavior was domineering, and he was completely different from the ordinary Buddhist monks.

"Chong..."

The sword roared like a dragon roaring.

In the blink of an eye, the sword energy spread across hundreds of thousands of miles, creating a series of sword marks that shocked the world. The violent sword energy ravaged the starry sky, constantly destroying and making a mess.

The old monk was unmoved, his eyes dull.

"Boom"

Immediately, a white rainbow pierced the sun and the vision of swordsmanship surged out, covering countless miles in the sky, as if it drowned the old monk.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The sword intent containing murderous intent slashed at the old monk's outstretched arm, leaving no force behind.

Any sword power contains the vast power to shatter stars, which is extremely terrifying.

The sword's power surged like hundreds of ferocious beasts.

"what!"

Hundreds of swords were slashed together, but the old monk did not retreat and faced them head-on. What Wan Changhai didn't expect was that the old monk was not repelled and even escaped unscathed.

Lost for a moment, Wan Changhai had a look of surprise on his face that was difficult to conceal.

"I broke your sword formation."

The old monk roared and exerted force on his right hand.

The moment his words fell, the sword that was tightly grasped seemed to emit an extremely painful sword sound, clanking, and the sound wave shattered thousands of miles in the sky, and the sword energy soared into the sky. It shattered the void above, causing the space to distort, and a strange legal black hole appeared.

"Boom"

There was an explosion, and the old monk withdrew his right hand from the air.

He was holding a top-quality holy sword in his hand, and his whole body was glowing with mysterious light, and it was still trembling, as if he was afraid, as if he was struggling.

Because he was tough and didn't want to waste time in dealing with the enemy, the old monk faced the enemy head-on. As a result, the palm of his hand was injured from holding the sword tightly, and a wisp of blood oozed out. It was just a skin injury.

The old monk didn't even look at the minor injury.

"If you move again, I will crush you into pieces."

The sword in his hand was still trembling and refused to stop, the old monk said in a calm tone.

"..." In an instant, Bao Jian stopped moving, very honestly.

It seems that no matter whether it is against people or objects, tough tactics are more effective.

The sword talisman was damaged, Wan Changhai stared at it in disbelief.

At the same time, Wan Changhai's body was somewhat affected by the fact that this was his natal holy weapon. A mouthful of old blood surged out, and his nose was filled with the smell of blood.

A mouthful of thick blood was about to spurt out, but Wan Changhai held it back.

"Donor, are you willing to take refuge in my Buddha?"

The old monk had no intention of stopping. He placed the sacred sword he had captured on the Sumeru Ring, clasped his hands together, and grew lotuses every step of the way.

The Buddha's light appeared behind him, spreading everywhere in the sea of ​​stars.

Vaguely, there is a huge Buddha coming from the end of the world, pushing away the darkness with one palm, revealing half of the Buddha's body, looking down at the world from a high position.

The sound of Sanskrit curls up to every corner of this star field.

Everyone who hears this peaceful and soft sound of the Buddha can't help but have the idea of ​​taking refuge, as if only by kneeling before the Buddha can their sins be washed away, and their souls can be liberated and redeemed.

"Forbidden ear consciousness!"

Soon the powerful man reacted, shuddered, and hurriedly cast the spell without listening.

"The weird Buddha's sound penetrates deep into the soul. The method of blocking ear consciousness does not come out at all."

This is a soul attack. Only those with an extremely firm Taoist heart can resist it. How can it be so easy to deal with it?

"While we were just watching, we came up with the idea of ​​​​confessing our sins. If we were directly attacked by Buddhism, what should we do?"

Many monks looked at Wan Changhai's back, unable to imagine the pressure he endured, and silently broke into a cold sweat.

At the core of the battlefield, Buddha leaned over and pressed down with his palm.

The speed of the palm falling seemed very slow, but it had already locked onto Wan Changhai, making it impossible for him to dodge.

Looking at the shadow of the Buddha in front of him and the old monk walking slowly, Wan Changhai wanted to take action to resist. However, the natal sword talisman was damaged, and the attack from the Sanskrit Sound doubled his pressure, causing him to break out in cold sweat and tremble in his legs.

I have an inexplicable misconception that once the Buddha's palm falls, will I kneel down and convert to Buddhism?

When this thought came out, a seed of fear emerged deep in Wan Changhai's heart, and it grew at a terrifying speed, becoming a towering tree.

It's scary to think about converting to Buddhism.

"Royal!"

Wan Changhai immediately tried his best, and various trump cards emerged one after another.

The top magical power of the ancient clan, even an imperial technique.

With overwhelming power, thunder and lightning flashed, and various beams of light rose into the sky, just to break the ban of the Buddha's Light Law.

"Scattered"

No matter Wan Changhai used all kinds of trump cards, the old monk's demeanor did not change at all, and he spoke of Tian Xian.