Wuhua staggered and rolled in the air, and finally managed to stabilize his body. His face was red and swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. He looked miserable.
He glared angrily at Rong Yi, who was slowly approaching. In addition to hatred, there was more determination in his eyes.
"How can I, a Buddhist disciple, let you bully me at will?"
"Rong Yi, today I will let you see how powerful I am... Roar!"
Wuhua roared angrily, and the zhenqi in his body suddenly erupted like a flood bursting from a dam.
He clasped his hands together, the Buddha's light flourished all over his body, and illusory Buddha statues emerged behind him.
There are hundreds of them.
Each Buddha statue exudes a solemn and sacred atmosphere, as if it can purify all evil in the world.
Buddhas fill the sky.
This is a horrific sight.
"Ten thousand Buddhas will shine and suppress the evil spirits!"
Wuhua shouted, and those illusory Buddha statues seemed to have heard his call. They stretched out their shining golden palms and pushed towards Rong Yi's sanctuary.
For a moment, Buddha light and purple light intertwined, and the entire space trembled violently.
Rong Yi snorted coldly, he was the master of the sanctuary.
He gently raised his hand, and a purple barrier emerged out of thin air, flicking away the golden Buddha's hands one by one.
Every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar, as if the most powerful forces in the world were confronting each other.
"You want to penetrate my sanctuary with just this little method?"
Rong Yi mocked, his voice echoing in the sanctuary, carrying unquestionable majesty.
When Wuhua saw this, his heart trembled, but he did not give up.
He knew that if he did not try his best at this time, his situation would become increasingly dangerous.
So, he gritted his teeth and activated the true energy in his body again.
This time, his figure began to blur, as if he merged with the Buddha statue behind him.
"The diamond is eternal, and the Buddha body comes!"
Wuhua's voice became deep and rich, and as his words fell, the surface of his body was covered with a layer of golden armor.
Each piece of armor was engraved with complicated Sanskrit characters, which emitted a bright light, making Wuhua look more majestic.
This is an extremely profound defensive magical power in Buddhism, and can also be understood as an upgraded version of the indestructible magical power of Vajra.
However, Rong Yi just smiled contemptuously, waved his palm, and a purple light came out of his palm, condensing into a purple axe.
"break!"
Rong Yi uttered a word in his mouth, and the purple ax cut through the sky like lightning, striking straight at Wuhua.
With a loud "boom" sound, Wuhua's golden armor was easily split by the purple axe, and Wuhua's body was almost split in half.
"ah……"
Wuhua screamed in pain and retreated violently. Although his Buddhist magical powers were powerful, they lost their due power in Rong Yi's holy realm.
He staggered a few steps, almost fell, and his face became even paler.
"Your Buddhist magical power is nothing more than this." Rong Yi said coldly. He did not stop advancing, but continued to press forward step by step.
Snap!
Wuhua was whipped out again.
"Poof!" The moment Wuhua fell to the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was mixed with more than a dozen teeth.
Suddenly, Wuhua's eyes turned red, he suddenly got up from the ground, and cursed loudly: "Rong Yi, I-bastard-you--"
Snap!
Before he finished speaking, Wuhua was slapped to the ground again.
"As a member of the Buddhist sect, you are full of filth. Today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of the Buddha."
Snap!
Rong Yi slapped Wuhua again.
Next, the slaps continued to sound.
Snap!
Snap!
Bang bang bang!
After a while, Wuhua's originally handsome face turned into a bloody mess, as if it had been bitten by a wild boar. It was too horrible to look at.
Rong Yi specializes in slapping Wu Hua on the face.
Every time he takes a shot, he controls the force very well. He can hurt Wuhua, but he will never kill Wuhua.
By doing this, Rong Yi was not only venting his anger, but also trampling on Wuhua's dignity.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, Wuhua shouted loudly, got up from the ground, and stared at Rong Yi with eyes like fire.
In all his life, he had never experienced such humiliation before, and he almost exploded with anger.
Wuhua knew that he could not continue like this, otherwise he would definitely die.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and formed a seal with his hands in front of him.
This time, there was a faint blue light all over his body, and a cold and mysterious aura filled the air.
"The sound of Sanskrit purifies the world and all demons retreat!"
Wuhua hummed, and following his voice, an invisible sound wave spread out around him with him as the center.
That sound wave contains a strange power, which seems to be able to control people's minds and make people feel fear involuntarily.
However, for Rong Yi, this Sanskrit sound was like a gentle breeze blowing on his face, unable to shake his mind at all.
"Little tricks."
Rong Yi sneered, his palms became like millstones, and he grabbed Wuhua in the air.
Wuhua hurriedly dodges, and at the same time seizes the opportunity to use Buddhist Vajra Escape in an attempt to escape from this sacred area.
But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than Rong Yi's palm. Every time he dodge, he could barely avoid the fatal attack, but there were more and more scars on his body, and his monk's clothes were dyed red with blood.
"In my sanctuary, even if you have the power to reach heaven, you can't escape." Rong Yi's voice was cold and ruthless, as if he was pronouncing Wu Hua's fate.
But, even so, Wuhua still refused to give up.
People like him would rather die together with the enemy than sit back and wait for death.
He gritted his teeth, and the true energy in his body surged again. This time, he wanted to use the forbidden secret technique of Buddhism.
"Burn my body and turn it into a relic!"
"Buddha's light shines everywhere, all dharmas are empty!"
Wuhua's voice became shrill and decisive, and his body began to burn, turning into a golden flame.
In the flame, a golden relic slowly emerged, emitting a soft yet powerful light.
Not only that, the aura contained in that relic was very terrifying.
Rong Yi frowned slightly when he saw this. He felt a hint of threat from the relic.
However, Rong Yi had no fear.
Because Wuhua is still in his sanctuary, although the relic is very strong, it is not enough to threaten his life.
So, Rong Yi took hold of his right hand and smashed it out.
"boom!"
Rong Yi is worthy of being the peerless saint king. When his fist came out, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. In an instant, the sky was filled with fist marks, all of which hit the relic.
"Bang bang bang!"
Rong Yi's fist seal collided quickly with Wu Hua's relic, causing bursts of earth-shaking sounds.
Gradually, the relic became dim, and finally exploded with a "click", turning into specks of golden light and dissipating in the air.
The next second, Wuhua's figure emerged from the flames.
At this time, he was a bloody mess, with tatters and scars all over his body.
He collapsed on the ground, his breath weak, as if he would die at any time.
"Rong Yi...you...you win..." Wuhua struggled to spit out a few words.
However, there was no despair in his eyes.
Wuhua then looked up at Ye Qiu in the void, gritted his teeth and said: "Ye Changsheng, if you keep your promise, how could I end up like this?"
"Hmph, you all want me to die, right?"
"Okay, then I will send you on the road together!" Wuhua said this, suddenly kneeling on the ground, and then took out a fist-sized Buddha statue.
