In the direction of the main hall, the Ming King sitting on the ground was as bright as gold-plated. With the continuous sound of "cracking and cracking", he stood up from the Buddhist altar bit by bit.

The dust mixed with stone powder and incense ash on his body continued to fall, and his figure became taller and taller, almost reaching the glass cup above the hall.

Perhaps because Zhao Long returned the power of the Ming King, he alarmed the Ming King sitting in the Buddhist temple, who was unknown where he was. This Ming King finally descended on the incarnation of the Ming King.

"Dong..." "Dong..." "Dong..." "Dong..."

The King of Ming shaping his body sounded heavy footsteps, walked out of the hall, and slowly bent over the threshold.

The robe, which originally formed part of the hard statue on his body, gradually became softer, like a real huge piece of clothing. The more he walked, the clay sculpture of the entire Ming King's incarnation became smaller and smaller, and instead became more like an ancient golden Buddha.

At this moment, this ancient Buddha is more than two feet tall. Although it is much smaller than Lu Shanjun's demon body, it is definitely a giant. What's more important is that the Buddha's light wheel behind him shines, surrounded by Buddha's voice and scriptures, and is a solemn appearance of Buddhism and vastness.

Lu Shanjun stabilized his body, and from the corner of his eyes he saw Zhao Long dissipating the power of the King on his body, and looked at the ancient Buddha who was approaching.

"Incarnation of the Buddhist King?"

The ancient golden Buddha stepped across the courtyard wall and stood in the square. His eyes also swept over Zhao Long before looking at Lu Shanjun.

"Good, I understand that I am truly wonderful Buddhist teachings and practice immeasurable Zen!"

The ancient Buddha slowly closed his hands. The next moment, there was no extra words. His right palm suddenly slapped, and the golden giant palm gathered to control the mountain. In Lu Shanjun's eyes, it seemed like a mountain pressing down, and there was a sense of inescapable.

"Roar————"

Lu Shanjun roared violently, and the demonic flames suddenly rose, as if an infinite fire was ignited, occupying half of the temple square, and the black wind swayed the demonic energy on the sharp claws.

brush……

A huge claw light was swept up to meet the wind.

"Boom..."

Thunder sounded trembling on the ground, and the Ming King transformed himself and took a step back, while Lu Shanjun directly slid backwards with his limbs and claws on the ground. The square of Daming Temple was captured with deep ravines.

The sound of the ancient Buddha's mantra exploded.

"Om...oh...nine...ba...mim...hh..."

When every word falls, infinite golden light flashes, and rounds of light ripples, sweeping across the entire Daming Temple and several peaks of Xiaoliang Mountain. At the same time, when every mantra sounds, there is a golden palm that looks like there is nothing to do and it is slapped at Lu Shanjun.

"Boom..." "Boom..." "Boom..." "Boom..." "Boom..." "Boom..." "Boom..."

After the six strikes, Lu Shanjun's huge demon body flew backwards away from the mountain where Daming Temple was located, and a "boom" hit the mountainside hundreds of feet away.

There were broken trees and rocks on the mountain, which caused a deafening sound, and there was even more smoke and dust around it.

‘Just the incarnation of the Ming King, is that powerful?’

Lu Shanjun was very frightened. Those few strokes just now had caused him some injuries and felt a slight pain in his body. With his current cultivation level, some small problems would not have any impact at all. At most, there would be a temporary pain and would not continue to cause pain, so it would be more difficult to be able to confront him head-on.

But this ancient Buddha was not as light as the surface. At least there were several claw marks on the robe on his chest, revealing the golden skin inside, and the skin was not intact. Although the broken skin was very shallow, it also revealed the mud and dust of the statue inside.

This made Lu Shanjun understand that although this ancient golden Buddha looks like a person now, he is not the real Ming Wang who has arrived. He is essentially a clay sculpture and can be broken.

The demonic energy on the mountainside became more and more intense, and the infinite demonic flames re-created half of the sky, forming a virtual image of a strange beast, like a huge monster lying on several peaks opposite.

"The King of Ming Buddha of the Sitting Earth, Zhao Long and I have already made an agreement. Today, I have a cause and effect with him. This matter has nothing to do with Buddhism. And the power of the King of Ming, can the monks of Daming Temple ask Zhao Long if they are willing? You, the King of Ming Buddha of the Sitting Earth, ask him if he is willing?"

Lu Shanjun resounded throughout Xiaoliang Mountain with a roar. The rumbling tail sound went up the mountain and the woodcutters in the distance thought that thunderstorms were about to rise.

The ancient Buddha's light wheel was dazzling, and his eyes were slid over the shadow of the demon flames above the peaks, swept to the distant mountainside, and looked directly at the monster's body.

The six palms just now only felt like they were under force at the first two palms. The four palms behind them all hit the demon flame and the strong wind. The demonic wind has reached a level of superb level, and it has even shown various other magical features.

Moreover, the tiger body has long face, ears, temples and beards, but it is not a god, but it has a majestic appearance. It seems wise and arrogant. The sweeping tail behind it will bring up a phantom, as if there are signs of multiple tails growing.

It is a strange beast I have never seen before. If I can still cultivate and give birth to many tails, I am afraid that it will be a great monster in the future. It is not desirable to waste it slowly and need to be suppressed by thunder.

"The Dharma is boundless, the Dharma is infinite..."

The sound of the vast Buddha sounded, and the ancient Buddha closed his eyes, and the Buddha's light wheels gathered downward in the sky. The golden light on the ancient Buddha's body became more and more prosperous, and colorful lights appeared from the sky, rendering the clouds in the sky into colorful colors, and layers of clouds also showed changes, forming the appearance of a bright king.

"The ambition of emptiness and silence, sitting on the ground, the Dharma is summoned, and not remembering all Dharmas is called meditation. Knowing that the mind is empty is called seeing the Buddha..."

The Buddha's voice did not sound slowly, but seemed to have the same voice that sounded many Buddhist sounds, and infinite Buddhist scriptures were heard in a short period of time.

The colorful clouds constantly change in the sound of Buddha, and at the same time slowly descend, and finally turned into gold when they gathered and approached Daming Temple, and actually gathered towards the ancient Buddha's golden body.

The original incarnation of the Ming King suddenly rose and became bigger again, but the Buddha's body slowly sat cross-legged at this moment. At the same time, the Buddha's light was magnificent.

Lu Shanjun's pressure increased greatly, and the momentum of the Ming King incarnation in front of him continued to rise. If he felt that he was a powerful and difficult opponent just now, then it would be a little difficult to resist at this moment.

'This Ming King wants to kill me!?'

This thought came to mind, and the Ming King sat on the ground opened his eyes and shouted.

"You monster, you will definitely suffer the consequences of the world in the future, and you will not be left behind! Let me save you....!"

As the word "Zhen" exited, the ancient Buddha did not move at all, but Lu Shanjun suddenly felt that the pressure on his limbs increased dramatically, and he had a crushing situation.

But after the demon body trembled, it was not directly crushed to the ground as the ancient Buddha wished. A golden phantom of a mountain appeared on his body, which only made the demon body tremble but could not suppress it.

Lu Shanjun concentrated his muscles and bones, spread his body and raised his head.

"As a Ming King incarnation, do you think you are truly boundless in Buddhism?"

With a angrily shout, Lu Shanjun's demon body exploded, and he suddenly opened his head and jumped away.

The ancient Buddha spoke again: "Mountain!"

As soon as the pronunciation of the word "shan" fell, the shadow of the mountain seemed to turn into substance, and the overwhelming pressure poured down. The demonic flames on several peaks were shattered. With a "boom", Lu Shanjun was pressed back in the air again.

Although the ancient Buddha looked relaxed, he had actually used the strongest means that this incarnation could use. Once all the four truths of "Suppressing the Mountain and Subduing Demons" were dropped, the power of the incarnation's incarnation would be exhausted. However, although this strange beast and monster are strong, the sitting-level Ming King is sure to suppress it, at least seriously injure it and press it to the foot of a small mountain. The monks of Daming Temple can kill it.

"Ao roar...ao roar..."

Lu Shanjun was furious. The most uncomfortable thing was that his demonic power was suppressed when he was about to use it and he could not use all his strength. It would be too frustrating to continue like this.

Just when I was about to fight my life.

Brush ~ Brush ~

Two yellow streams of light with powder shines past Lu Shanjun.

The two golden armored strong men appeared, and their bodies rose from the ground and continued to expand. This was much larger than the conventional state of the golden armored strong men used in the original Fiery Constitution. When their body instantly expanded to three feet high, the two powerful men raised their arms to hold the sky.

"Bang~" "Bang~"

Two loud noises followed, and the strongman supported the shadow of the mountain in the sky with four hands.

“Rumbling rumble…”

The entire Xiaoliangshan was trembling, and the two golden armored strong men were bent with their arms and legs, but in the next few breaths, the yellow turbans were floating on their bodies. In addition, Lu Shanjun also raised his strength to stand up again, and the golden armored strong men slowly stood up straight and stretched their arms.

For a moment, Lu Shanjun's pressure suddenly decreased, and his demonic power burst out. More importantly, a strong sense of excitement arose in his heart.

Even though I saw the Yellow Turban Strongman for the first time, I have heard Hu Yun say many times how could Lu Shanjun not recognize such an iconic general?

‘The Golden Armored Lisi is the guardian general created by his master's spell casting. His master is nearby!’

In the Daming Temple Square, the Ming King's eyes burst out with brilliance. He stared at Lu Shanjun in the distance and the two huge golden armored strong men beside him. Then he looked up slightly and saw a man in white shirt standing on the clouds and staring at him.

There was no words, and after a few breaths, the ancient Buddha's voice reappeared.

"drop!"

The Buddha's light rose from the giant mountain to the real one, pressing down towards Lu Shanjun and two golden armored strong men. The ridge over there continued to crack, and the entire mountain was sinking or even collapsed.

"magic!"

The last word of the mantra fell, and the Buddha's light mountain showed the color of mountains and rivers, as if it turned into reality.

Just the same moment.

"Zheng..."

The sharp and sharp sword sound overshadowed all scriptures and roars in a short moment, and a shiny silver light also overshadowed all demonic flames and Buddha light at the fleeting moment.

The Qingteng Sword slashed with all his strength, and the sword light instantly crossed the mountain.

"Crack click..."

The Demon-Suppressing Mountain tear a thin crack from the bottom to the top, and it is constantly expanding, and the continuous stream of Buddha light on it has been cut off.

A yellow light flashed on the two golden armored strong men.

"Drink~~~" "Drink~~~"

With a rough roar, they pushed away half of the mountain, and then their right arm blurred and disappeared, appearing again, and the fist touched the bottom of the mountain.

"Boom..." "Boom..."

The demon-suppressing Yama had already been cut off by the immortal sword, and at this moment he was even shattered by two powerful men.

Woo... Woo...

The endless residual Buddha light turned into an impact, sweeping around with a strong wind. The trees in the mountains swayed and flew sand and stones. All the monks at Daming Temple lowered their bodies, either their backs or their faces to block the raging wind and sand.

The ancient Buddha's palms bounced away the moment the mountain was smashed, and his body was slightly tilted.

Ji Yuan stepped on the clouds and stood in the square of Daming Temple. He looked at the huge incarnation of the King of Ming Dynasty less than ten feet away. Judging from his Dharma eyes, the clay sculpture on the ancient Buddha could no longer hold on.

After all, it was just waiting for the incarnation of the Ming King to pour all the Dharma into that mountain. It would be better to destroy it than to directly attack the ancient Buddha.
To be continued...