The golden giant palm that suddenly appeared was bigger than Ye Xiaochuan's imagination.
Growing up, Ye Xiaochuan had never seen the methods of real Buddhist masters except for seeing some nuns casting spells in Jishi Temple.
In Cangyun Sect, Ye Xiaochuan knew a legendary figure named Yun Yazi, known as the Unparalleled Sword Master. According to seniority, this Yun Yazi was Ye Xiaochuan's great uncle.
Ye Xiaochuan has heard many senior brothers tell the story of Master Yun Yazi's uncle, and he has only been defeated once in his life. That was hundreds of years ago, when Master Yun Yazi was in high spirits, he was defeated by Xuan Kong Shenni of Jixiang Temple in Bodhi Mountain.
Under the palm.
That palm is said to be the palm of the Tathagata, the supreme supernatural power of Buddhism.
In Ye Xiaochuan's memory, Buddhism is mainly about cultivating the mind. When fighting with the enemy, it focuses on defense. In terms of attack power, it is far inferior to the four major sword techniques of Cangyun Sect.
However, when he saw the huge Buddha palm falling from the sky like golden flames burning, his previous understanding of Buddhist magical powers was completely overturned.
They were far away from the battlefield, and far away from the golden giant palm, but the powerful pressure of Buddha's power made it difficult for these four young people, who were almost the best in the world, to breathe.
Not to mention the situation of the soul-eating old demon who is facing the golden giant palm alone at this moment.
Ye Xiaochuan opened his mouth slightly and murmured: "What a big palm!"
That giant palm was like substance, not an illusion. According to Ye Xiaochuan's estimate, this Buddhist giant palm was at least dozens of feet in size.
When a person stands under the giant palm, he is like an ant looking at the sky or an earthworm shaking a tree.
Ye Xiaochuan's heart was trembling slightly. Only when he truly faced this huge Buddha's palm could he realize its horror.
A thought flashed through his mind: "No wonder hundreds of years ago, Master Yun Yazi's uncle, who had conquered all the invincible opponents in the world, would be defeated by the palm of the Great Merciful and Compassionate Tathagata of Xuan Kong Shenni! He must have reached the pinnacle of the realm of gods and humans.
Even a master can hardly block the power of this palm!"
Ye Xiaochuan didn't think that the soul-eating old demon could stop Kongwu Divine Monk's extremely powerful Buddhist magical power.
Facing such a huge golden Buddha's palm, the soul-eating old demon was as small as an ant. However, he did not dodge like a bereaved dog as Ye Xiaochuan and the other three imagined, but rushed towards him with his tiny body.
A giant palm that is unparalleled in this world.
A strange thought arose in everyone's mind. Could it be that this old soul-eating demon is crazy?
Even if he is a top expert in the realm of gods and humans, it would be very difficult for him to escape from the palm of Kongwu Divine Monk.
Not to mention, resisting this palm head-on.
Ye Xiaochuan stopped running, and Tian Wen and Liu Huachang behind him stopped chasing. The four of them, with eight eyes, stared at the tiny black-robed old man in the sky in the distance and rushed straight towards the giant palm falling from the sky.
The golden Buddha flames burned crazily around the giant palm, like the legendary fire of karma that can burn everything in the world.
The golden light and black energy are like the eternal enemies in the world.
In the blink of an eye, the tiny body of the Soul-Eating Old Devil was buried by the giant palm. The giant palm hit the ground hard. With a loud roar, the ground trembled from the impact of the giant palm.
Ye Xiaochuan felt a little weird in his heart, wondering whether this old soul-eating devil had water in his head? Or was his head caught by a big iron door when he was a child?
Faced with such a powerful giant hand, he didn't want to run away, but took the initiative to attack? This is like lighting a lantern in the latrine and seeking death.
Looking at the power of the huge palm hitting the ground, the old soul-eating demon must have been smashed into pulp at this moment, right?
Ye Xiaochuan is not the only one who has this idea.
Yang Ling'er beside him, Tian Wen and Liu Huachang, who were ten feet away behind him, also had the same view.
However, at this moment, a change occurred.
Just listen to an unusual muffled bang, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, or like a demon awakening after being sealed for thousands of years.
A burst of blue light came out from the back of the giant palm.
Immediately afterwards, a tiny crack appeared on the giant Buddhist palm that was unparalleled in the world.
In an instant, the small crack expanded rapidly.
Then, the second crack, the third crack...
It took almost only two breaths. The originally huge golden palm was already covered with cracks. Countless cracks spread and connected, and green light slowly flowed out from the cracks.
Everyone was stunned.
Boom!
There was another loud noise, and the giant golden palm covered with cracks suddenly shattered, and a bright blue light rose into the sky, transforming into the figure of the old soul-eating demon who should have been smashed into flesh.
"call!"
In the air, there seemed to be a deep groan from an old man.
Then, the figure of the monk Kongwu wearing a worn cassock gradually appeared.
I could see that the haggard old monk's face was pale, and his worn monk's robes were bulging. It was obvious that the real energy in his body was fluctuating extremely.
With sharp eyes, Ye Xiaochuan could vaguely see that the snow-white beard of Monk Kongwu seemed to be stained with a few drops of bright red blood.
He was shocked!
In the earth-shattering fight between these two people just now, Monk Kongwu actually suffered a secret loss!
Although the soul-devouring old devil broke the giant Buddhist palm, he himself was not feeling well. He was hanging in mid-air, his whole face was a little distorted, and he was breathing heavily.
However, the old soul-devouring demon managed to stabilize his body after all, and he indeed had the upper hand.
"Amitabha!"
A hoarse and long Buddha's chant sounded, and the golden monk Kongwu clasped his hands in the air.
He said word by word: "If I am not mistaken, what the donor is wearing on his wrist is the Xuanling Qiankun Bracelet, the most precious treasure of the Immortal Family that has been lost for more than 800 years, from the Cangyun Sect of the Righteous Path."
As soon as these words came out, Ye Xiaochuan's expression suddenly changed.
Xuanling Qiankun Bracelet?
This is the treasure passed down by Cangyunzi, the first generation founder of Cangyun Sect. Unfortunately, it disappeared during the 800-year war between good and evil.
Hundreds of years ago, Cangyun Sect traced that the Xuanling Qiankun Bracelet had been lost to the Demon Sect. They had been trying to bring back the treasure, but in the end they never had a good chance.
Unexpectedly, this Xuanling Qiankun Bracelet would fall into the hands of the old demon from the Demon Cult, Soul Eater!
No wonder the soul-devouring old demon just now had the courage to resist the palm of the Great Merciful Tathagata activated by a peerless Buddhist master like Master Kongwu!
The soul-eating old devil laughed wildly and proudly.
Said: "Old bald donkey, you have such good eyesight. You can actually recognize the Xuanling Qiankun bracelet in my hand!"
Master Kongwu said hoarsely: "The Xuanling Universe Bracelet is a supreme artifact of the righteous path. Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of a demon sect such as the donor and turned into a supreme murder weapon. The old man felt Yin Yin, Xuanling
The Qiankun Bracelet is full of yin energy, and there is no trace of my righteousness. I don’t know how many creatures you have killed with this magical weapon in the past eight hundred years. I, the Buddha, have mercy."
The soul-devouring old demon angrily spat it out and said: "Old bald donkey, don't pretend to be compassionate in front of me. A hundred years ago, in the battle of Pianmiao Pavilion, many people died in the hands of those monks of Kasyapa Temple. You use the so-called Buddhist saints
A weapon kills someone, and I use a Xuanling Qiankun bracelet to kill someone. They are both killing people, so what’s the difference?”
Master Kongwu once again put his hands together and pronounced a Buddha's name.
