One Punch Man’s Unlimited Luck

He sighed slowly, and slowly Jiejia fell to his seat, with a solemn and compassionate expression on his face, his left palm opened, his palm facing up, and the back of his hand resting on his knees. The spiritual breath that splits all obstacles goes straight to the depths of people's hearts.

Chapter 98

"What a wise fist!" Xingtao praised, "Cut!"

When the Qi Jin of Zhi Quan Yin attacked Xingtao, Xing Tao seemed to have formed an invisible and intangible Excalibur, which was invisible and untouchable. The highly concentrated Qi Jin of Zhi Quan Yin was completely in front of the Excalibur. Unbearable, it was cut directly.

A look of horror appeared on Master Mantra's face, and after a short confrontation, he had already understood what Xing Tao had proved. It is a sword that never moves forward, never retreats, and cuts through all thorns. The road ahead is full of endless killing, killing and destruction.

Those who stand in the way, kill without mercy!

God blocks and kills gods, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!

Even if it is heaven and earth, it is still correct!

This kind of swordsmanship, let alone changing his thoughts, even if he gave birth to such thoughts, he would have to kill him with a single sword.

"What a terrible kendo!" Master Shingon was secretly horrified, "Even after a hundred years of hard work, I have never seen such a horrible person. No! He is no longer a human being. He dedicated everything he has to the sword. , He is simply an invincible sword!"

"Buddha Amitabha!" Master Mantra chanted the slogan in vain, "If the donor can win the world, I am afraid the world will be destroyed. Old monks are not talented, and I would like to feed demons with their bodies!"

As soon as the voice fell, his hand formed the shape of a treasure bottle, and the seal of the treasure bottle suddenly appeared, rotating at high speed, containing the two qi of yin and yang, perfect and flawless. However, there is no shortage of inexhaustible wisdom, and the treasure is solemn.

"Cut!" Xing Tao said this word indifferently, and suddenly in the void, all the aura of Master Mantra was smashed by this sword.

"What a great swordsmanship!" Shi Qingxuan on the side was shocked again when he saw Xingtao's sword. The Dao Xin Cultivation of Demons and Fa seems to have not changed his character at all!"

"Is his kendo really pure to this level?" Shi Qingxuan asked inwardly.

The mantra master sighed slightly, and produced the sun-wheel seal, like the bright sun and the earth, the majestic Dharma like the big sun, fearless and fearless, without self and no form, the sun-wheel seal comes in brilliantly, unstoppable, in a bursting way , It is bound to smash Xingtao's defense.

"cut!"

Xingtao is still a "cut" character, no matter how the mantra handprint of the mantra master changes, it is still cut by a sword. He didn't use any of his own sword essence, but only contained his own sword meaning in this voice, using the voice as a sword to forcibly cut through all the momentum of his opponent.

Master Mantra revealed a look of suspicion, uttered a loud and sorrowful Buddha's name, could not make the fundamental seal, and could not show the Dharma of the King, wipe out the demons, and manifest magical powers.

Fudo Ming Wangqi vowed to say, "Those who see my body develop bodhicitta, those who hear my name will cut off evil and cultivate goodness, those who hear my law will gain great wisdom, and those who know my heart will become Buddha." sword. To cut out all worries and possess the power to reduce demons, it can be said that he has exerted all his power for hundreds of years.

"Zhan!" In the face of Master Mantra's Fudo Mingwang Seal, Xing Tao's expression remained unchanged, and he was still a slash.

At this moment, Master Shingon only felt that his Ming Wang's art was directly broken by the opponent's sword, and Fudo Ming was really unable to move.

"laugh!"

Suddenly, there was a soft sound, and the monk's robe on Master Mantra was split in vain. After all, he didn't stop it all this time.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Suddenly, a Buddha's name came in from outside the door.

Shi Qingxuan turned her head and looked out, only to see four monks walking in together.

The voices of the four monks are different, with different tones. They are soft, clear, vigorous, and dumb, but when combined, the voices of the four people are like a drum in the evening, shaking the hall, and awakening those who are deeply obsessed with the suffering of the world as their spring and autumn dreams. Come and realize that life is just a spring dream!

"It turns out that the four great holy monks are here too!" Shi Qingxuan saluted, "Qingxuan has seen the four great holy monks!"

Each of the four great monks in this world is a very terrifying great master. Master Jiaxiang of the Sanlunzong intensively practiced withered Zen profound arts and one-finger Zen. The Dharma hands of the four ancestors of Zen Daoxin and the palm of the heart of the wisdom master of Taizong are not inferior to the Sanshou Bapu of Ning Daoqi.

"There are four more stupid monks here who think they are above the common people!" Xing Tao said lightly, "It seems that Buddhism has indeed reached the point where it must be reformed, to make this kind of disgusting people."

"I just don't know if you are coming by yourself, or if you have received the instructions from Cihang Jingzhai?" Xingtao glanced back slightly and asked directly.

Master Jiaxiang said in his deep, hoarse, but clear, loud voice: "The star donor has the courage to know people, but if he can stop fighting, he will be of infinite merit." He did not answer Xing Tao's question, but said something. If it is ambivalent.

"I said, I hate these things that people are not humans, ghosts are not ghosts!" Xingtao sneered, "Is it because the **** master has been sitting for a long time and can't speak human words? No wonder you all have to come over today. Don't you want to plow the fields like ordinary people, for fear that this will damage your reputation as a'master'?"

"But I will leave the words here today. All the privileges of Buddhism must be revoked. You don't want to starve to death, just go farming for me!" Xingtao was not polite to these old monks, "What kind of shit, infinite merit? Outside the people, who can condemn me? Even if the Buddha came to condemn me personally, I would cut off his head with a single sword!"

"If you don't want to die, just get out of me!" Xing Tao scolded these people without any psychological burden at all.

"Master Mantra's luck points are 300,000, and these four old monks have 250,000 luck points. Together, they have 1.3 million luck points." Xingtao said to himself, "It is worthy of Buddhism. The bosses of the various factions, this luck point is really high, and they are all higher than those of some warlords. This also shows the power of Buddhism!"

Jiaxiang’s long, withered face shows no mood swings, with dry hands sticking out of the broad gray sleeves, his right hand is standing upright, and his left hand is resting on the bottom, indifferent and indifferent: "The defeat of the star donor today lies in our overconfidence. The four of us I have never fought with anyone in the past 20 years, and I have been hard to fight. But it is a matter of life in the world, please forgive the poor monk for offending."

"It seems that you were not inspired by Cihang Jingzhai!" Xing Tao chuckled, "It is pitiful. If you had breathed in with Cihang Jingzhai before you started, you would know how stupid you did today. Things!" As soon as the voice fell, Xingtao's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Chop!", "Chop!", "Chop!", "Chop!", "Chop!"

Xingtao quickly spit out five "cut" characters from his mouth.

As soon as the first word "Zhan" came out, the mantra master in front of him vomited blood and threw it away; as soon as the second word "Zhan" came out, Master Jiaxiang vomited blood and flew out; the third "Zhan" As soon as the word came out, Venerable Emperor Dixin vomited blood and flew upside down; as soon as the fourth word "Zhan" came out, Master Daoxin vomited blood and flew upside down; as soon as the fifth word "Zhan" came out, Master Wisdom vomited blood and flew upside down.

In just an instant, these five Buddhist masters were all defeated in the hands of Xingtao.

"A group of old monks who are looking for death are really overwhelming!" Xing Tao said lightly.

However, he secretly rejoiced in his heart: "These five old monks have a total of 650,000 luck points. In addition to conquering Anlong and defeating Shi Zhixuan, my current luck points are 1 million more than the upper limit of suppression. It’s 700,000 more luck!"

Chapter 99

"Seven hundred thousand points of luck!" Xingtao couldn't help but secretly delighted, "But unfortunately, I can't change the cultivation method of any one of the main stars. All are used to exchange the cultivation methods of the little stars in "Star Condensation". Anyway, those little stars are quick to practice, and basically they can become one in one or two months!"

Thinking of this, Xing Tao immediately waved his hand in the system, directly redeeming the cultivation method of more than forty cheap stars, and at the same time, the extra Qi Luck points he had gained were completely exhausted.

"The four great monks of Buddhism and the Master of Mantra died like this!" Shi Qingxuan looked at the five corpses on the ground, sighed, and then held Xingtao's palm, "You are too murderous...no need to be right. These uncontested monks are under this kind of heavy hand!"

"Qingxuan, you are wrong. If they come to me to teach martial arts, I welcome them very much, but if they want to blend into these worldly matters, then it is not a fight against the world!" Xingtao stopped. Shi Qingxuan said, "In the final analysis... these monks are also a group of vanity-loving guys. According to my policy, as long as I don't die, their monks will obediently farm and eat. They claim to be a great monk and are superior to 10,000 people. Above, I don’t want to do this kind of'lowly' thing, so today I'm here to pray for death."

"Well, let's not talk about these monks!" Xing Tao looked up at the sky. At this moment, the night had disappeared, and the eastern sky was also lit up. A ray of morning light passed through the thousands of bamboo trees in all directions of the main hall, and obliquely shot bamboo shadows in various poses.

The sound of Buddhist chanting and chanting, melodiously and melodiously, seemed to come from an unknown distance, spreading all over the monastery. The monks, pilgrims, and visitors keep coming and going, all seeming to show the world the prosperity and glory of this famous temple. However, it seems that this hall seems to be closed by the people of this temple, so no one broke in.

"It seems that the people in Dashi Temple also know that these bald donkeys want to deal with me here!" Xing Tao said involuntarily.

At this moment, a ghostly shadow crossed the Shanmen Temple in this broad daylight. It shoots straight at the Heavenly King Hall, passes through the Seven Buddha Hall, Daxiong Hall, and the Tibetan Scripture Building. In a flash, it flies over the halls, turning into a phantom and falling in front of a large hall.

The wind blew up, and the pilgrims who passed through the door and couldn't dodge in a flash stood in the hall.

"Puff!" The pilgrims and monks who had just stopped in front of them vomited blood and threw them away, their bodies twisted and fell at a weird angle, and there was no sound anymore!

The only remaining old monk in the hall raised his head, looking at the person with his muddy eyes.

I saw this man dressed as a scribe and dressed as a scribe. He was tall and thin. On the surface, he was gentle and elegant. With a smile on Bai Zhe's thin face, he looked like a weak middle-aged scholar.

Immediately I saw the pair of eye-catching eyes under his bushy eyebrows, and the evil and cruel rays of light appeared in the inside, and the eyes were even more purple, strange and terrible.

The old monk Gaoxuan said with a Buddhist chant: "My Buddha is merciful, why does the donor want to kill in this monastery?"

"Tell Dade Bald Donkey to come out." A smile of disdain escaped from the corner of the scribe's mouth, but his tone was surprisingly calm and authentic.