In the ancient times, when the Pure Land Sect still existed, countless powerful people were deceived by the mantra and became slaves of Buddhism.
Chu Fengmian almost fell into this trick.
However, this was also because Chu Fengmian heard this Buddhist mantra for the first time and was unprepared. If he was prepared, this Buddhist mantra would not be able to shake Chu Fengmian's Taoist heart.
"You want to use Buddhist mantras to confuse me? Break my Taoist heart? It's ridiculous. There is no one in the world who can break my Taoist heart!"
Chu Fengmian snorted coldly. After all his precautions, the trace of panic in his mind dissipated in an instant, and the bound spiritual power in Chu Fengmian's body was fully opened.
At the same time, Chu Fengmian opened his mouth more suddenly and let out a loud roar. What came out of Chu Fengmian's mouth were not human words, but bursts of dragon roars.
This dragon's roar is so noble that even the roar of a real ancient war dragon cannot compare with it.
Tianlong Bayin!
With the essence of Chu Fengmian's bloodline, the power of this Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds is no less than the Dragon Roar of a real fighting dragon.
The dragon's roar is enough to destroy all ghosts, gods and evil spirits.
"How can this person's Taoist heart be so strong? My mantra can hardly affect him?"
Monk Zhuan Lun was surprised when he saw Chu Fengmian waking up so quickly.
According to his Buddhist mantra, the Nine Tribulations Ancient Emperor may be directly attacked if he is not prepared, and even if he is prepared, his Taoist mind will be affected.
As long as his Taoist heart was broken, he would be able to take advantage of the chaos and kill him with one strike. However, he did not expect that Chu Fengmian would only be affected for a moment and wake up immediately.
The strength of Chu Fengmian's Taoist heart was beyond the expectations of the wheel-turning monk. He was already approaching Chu Fengmian. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack Chu Fengmian and kill Chu Fengmian with one blow.
Now Chu Fengmian suddenly reacted.
Under the roar of a dragon, the ancient Sanskrit words transformed into Buddhist mantras beside Chu Fengmian were immediately shattered and scattered in the air.
"not good!"
The moment Monk Zhuanlun saw these countless ancient Sanskrit texts being broken, his expression changed drastically and he hurriedly backed away, but it was too late.
The power of Tianlong Bayin condensed in the air and bombarded the wheel-turning monk. It was almost as powerful as a dragon's claw and hit the wheel-turning monk's chest heavily.
The glazed light burst out at the moment when the Tianlong Bayin was bombarded, which was enough to dissolve 90% of the power of the Tianlong Bayin.
But even if it was 10% of the power, it would be a huge blow to the wheel-turning monk.
bump!
The wheel-turning monk's body was immediately knocked out. His face became extremely pale, and the spiritual energy in his body was extremely chaotic.
Although he was not seriously injured, the wheel-turning monk had consumed a lot of spiritual power by withstanding this blow.
"Great freedom, Nirvana and rebirth!"
The wheel-turning monk roared, and behind him, nothingness emerged, and a large amount of Buddhist power was seen condensed on his body.
The injuries on his body were gradually recovering under the continuous Buddhist power.
"This wheel-turning monk can actually absorb the power in this Buddhist temple and recover from his injuries?"
When Chu Fengmian saw this scene, his face became a little gloomy.
The power of Buddhism densely packed in this Buddhist temple is almost unimaginable. If the wheel-turning monk can continue to absorb the power of Buddhism in this Buddhist temple to recover from his injuries.
Then this wheel-turning monk is already considered immortal in this Buddhist temple.
Unless Chu Fengmian is enough to destroy all the power of Buddhism in this Buddhist temple, but that is almost impossible.
This wheel-turning monk is extremely difficult to deal with and powerful. If he were outside, Chu Fengmian might still have a chance to kill him.
But in this Buddhist temple, Chu Fengmian's chance of killing the wheel-turning monk was almost zero.
"We have to find a way."
After Chu Fengmian forced Monk Zhuan Lun back, he did not take advantage of the victory and pursue it. Instead, he scanned the surroundings and considered this countermeasure.
"Master Huang, Prince Xiaoyao, how about we join forces and kill this person?"
The wheel-turning monk on the other side recovered from his injuries and looked at Chu Fengmian again, but this time, he did not take action again, but spoke to Mr. Huang and Xiaoyao Wang Hanye beside him.
When he was fighting alone, he had already fought against Chu Fengmian and suffered a lot of losses. Naturally, he didn't want to fight against Chu Fengmian alone.
"good."
"Let's take action together!"
Xiaoyao Wang Hanye and Mr. Huang looked at each other, nodded at the same time, gathered their spiritual power and immediately bombarded Chu Fengmian.
The two of them originally planned to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight and reap the benefits. This time they asked the wheel-turning monk to take action, and they offered 50% of the treasure in the tomb of the golden Buddha.
So from the beginning, the two of them had no intention of taking action and just sat there.
But now that they saw that the wheel-turning monk was no match for Chu Fengmian, the two of them immediately changed their attention.
Their enemy is still Chu Fengmian, and they have heard about Chu Fengmian's character before.
For the sake of Luo Kang, a disciple of the Holy Court Sect, Chu Fengmian dared to defeat two sects in the Holy Dragon Secret Realm, and even made enemies of the higher-ups of the Holy Dragon Secret Realm.
Defects must be reported.
Today they have already broken up with Chu Fengmian. If Chu Fengmian is allowed to leave alive, they will be the ones who die.
"Martial Arts Supreme!"
The figure of Xiaoyao Wang Hanye flashed, and ancient power was condensed on his fist wind. The aura of Xiaoyao Wang Hanye was completely different from the one suddenly just now.
Xiaoyao Wang Hanye can become the leader of the Holy Son of the Holy Court Sect, and can even compete with Wu Dao, the young sect leader of the Holy Court Sect. Naturally, his strength is not that simple.
The last time he took action was just a test, but what he used this time was Xiaoyao Wang Hanye's strongest method.
"Ancient times! Medieval times! Ancient times!"
Boom!
Xiaoyao Wang Hanye let out a long roar, and his fist wind condensed different powers from the three eras.
The martial arts from three eras were gathered together to form this punch, which is the pinnacle of martial arts.
"Sure enough, he has some strength!"
Chu Fengmian saw the bombardment of this punch coming, and could also tell that this punch was completely different from the strength Xiaoyao Wang Hanye showed just now.
However, no matter how mysterious his boxing skills were, Chu Fengmian could defeat them all with one sword.
Chu Fengmian raised his sword and immediately released a sword light. This sword light shot up into the sky and turned into a sword shadow all over the sky.
In this sword shadow that fills the sky, every sword shadow contains this completely different power.
One sword slash is like ten thousand sword techniques, all struck at the same time.
