After hearing this, Zhishan couldn't help but trembled, with a look of panic on his face: "The cultivation of the brothers and sisters of Hongfa Temple is amazing. What kind of opponent actually made them use the power of hundreds of people, and what's more, they chanted
"The Prison-Suppressing King Sutra" and "The Mahayana Diamond Sutra", the supernatural powers in these two scriptures record the strongest physical skills of the temple. The "Mahayana Diamond Sutra" is especially more powerful than the "The Prison-Suppressing King Sutra". Is it possible to break into
The person in the temple is a Taoist martial arts master who has just begun to see the realm?"
Huiwu's face was uncertain, and he had no answer to the question of wisdom and kindness. At first, he sat under the plane tree to worship the Buddha and practice. When he learned that someone had sneaked into the Sutra Valley, he didn't think it was serious. However, as time went by, Huiwu
I feel more and more that this matter is full of strangeness and at the same time becomes extremely difficult.
If Zhishan unfortunately guesses correctly, and the strong man who sneaks into the temple is really a master of Taoist martial arts, then this person must be very difficult to deal with. Once he can't stop him, let him take Chi Qingyang and Muchen out of Jiuchen Temple.
Even Fozhou and the tens of thousands of years of prestige of Jiuchen Temple will be destroyed in one day.
"Let's go, hurry up..."
Huiwu's heart was firm, and his speed became faster and faster.
In front of Hongfa Temple...
The gleaming fist shadow roared overwhelmingly, and a large group of Dharma-promoting boys were besieging Feng Jueyu.
The battle has been going on for a while, and Feng Jueyu almost wanted to rush through the crowd, but there were too many of the Dharma-promoting boys. The cultivation of these people was only at the Chengdao realm, or even at the Miaodu realm, and their physical strength was inferior to him.
Several levels, but the toughness and state of mind of the Dharma boys are obviously not comparable to that of ordinary monks. They are like an army that is not afraid of death. They not only possess powerful physical and magical powers, but also are connected with each other. They have mastered and mastered certain kinds of skills.
The extremely unpredictable combination attack technique, coupled with the lack of fear of death, caused Feng Jueyu a lot of trouble.
Of course, this is also because Feng Jueyu did not want to kill anyone and deliberately hid his strength. Otherwise, even if there were twice as many monks, they would never be able to stop his iron fist.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The deafening roar never stopped. Feng Jueyu's punches were astonishing. Each punch could knock away one or even several Hongfa boys. There were fist holes on the ground of the Hongfa Temple. The fist ridges were shocking and the deepest ones could be penetrated.
There are several feet underground, and the shallowest ones are like field ridges. The fist pits and fist ridges are crisscrossed, causing the soil to be opened up and cracked like a net. The surrounding temples, towers, and Buddhist monasteries have long been in ruins, and no building can survive.
It was completely preserved under this extremely fierce confrontation.
On the outside of the open space of the Hongfa Temple, lying on the ground were bronze-skinned, resolute and courageous young boys promoting Buddhism. Some of them were seriously injured and fell to the ground, while others were slightly injured and were struggling to stand up and continued to join the battle.
In the center of the formation, Feng Jueyu launched a fierce offensive, and further outside, there were more Dharma-promoting boys looking at him eagerly.
Because there were too many monks besieging Feng Jueyu, they had not yet found the right time to join the battlefield. However, judging from their unwavering gaze, if Feng Jueyu wanted to escape from here and ascend to heaven, he would probably have to take advantage of them.
Just step through it.
Bang!
Feng Jueyu punched a monk again, and the huge force of the blow pushed him towards him. Feng Jueyu, who only used 50% of his strength, was slightly stunned when he saw the monk who had been punched by him.
A bright light of different colors flashed across the body of the boy who was sent flying.
That ray of light has a familiar dark golden color, but it is different from the skin color of other Dharma-promoting boys. There is also an extremely subtle cyan mixed in it, which cannot be noticed without looking carefully.
However, the strength of this Dharma-promoting boy is quite impressive. Feng Jueyu only used 50% of his cultivation to fight against the Dharma-promoting boy. The purpose was to make them retreat without harming their lives. He succeeded repeatedly.
This 50% cultivation level was enough to defeat more Dharma-promoting boys. However, this time, Feng Jueyu suddenly felt a little struggling.
What shocked Feng Jueyu the most was that after the boy took his punch, instead of vomiting blood, he immediately turned over and got up after falling to the ground. There was a dark golden light flowing on his body, which was dimmer than before the attack.
Many of them were obviously caused by internal injuries, but their faces soon became rosy again.
"You have such a strong body, you can stand up after being punched by me."
Feng Jueyu looked at the boy who was promoting Dharma in confusion. The latter was looking at Feng Jueyu in surprise. Suddenly, the boy who was promoting Dharma clasped his hands together in front of his chest and gave out a loud high-five.
.
This voice, like an order, made all the Dharma-promoting boys who were filled with indignation and fell to the ground stunned, and they all looked towards the Dharma-promoting boy who was high-fiving.
Immediately afterwards, nearly two hundred Dharma boys who were guarding the outside without a chance to take action suddenly flew in and surrounded Feng Jueyu. About two hundred Dharma boys also flew in quickly and cleared the ground.
Help the injured companion who cannot stand up and leave quickly to the outside.
This scene happened very quickly, but not so quickly that Feng Jueyu could not adapt. However, Feng Jueyu did not rush to take action, but patiently watched the Dharma-promoting boys rescuing people and changing teams.
Within a moment, all the injured Dharma-promoting boys were rescued, leaving only about two hundred Dharma-promoting boys surrounding him in an imposing manner.
Outside the encirclement, there were as many as a thousand Dharma-promoting boys, either injured or of low strength who did not enter, as if they were waiting for something.
Feng Jueyu disguised himself as a Qianhuan mask and was not afraid of being discovered by others. Considering that he had been delayed for a long enough time, he suddenly snorted and threatened in a low voice: "I don't want to kill anyone.
Get out of the way and leave room for each other." Feng Jueyu felt very unhappy when he said these words.
Because in the fight just now, he singled out hundreds of thousands of Dharma-promoting boys and beat the other party to the point where none of them lost their lives. This was a very sufficient act of goodwill. He did not believe that the Dharma-promoting boys could not see it.
When he came out, he deliberately let them go, and his original intention was to use force to tell the other party that you are not my opponent, let me leave as soon as possible, and we will not hurt each other. In addition to the secret meaning that he wanted to express, he felt that Jiuzhan Temple's
People should know their own thoughts, but who would have thought that these Dharma-promoting boys would get more and more upset.
Not only did they not retreat, but the people who came became more and more powerful.
As expected, the nearly two hundred new Dharma-promoting boys did not move at all.
They didn't say anything. They saw the boy who was standing at the front clapping each other's hands again. There was a snap, like clouds and thunder exploding. Countless wisps of smoke gathered in the sky above the Dharma temple where the towering ancient trees blocked the sky and the sun. In an instant, a statue
The huge Bodhisattva image, solemn and sacred, stands out from the misty clouds.
"Mo, Tuo..."
Nearly two hundred Dharma-promoting boys chanted the Buddha's greeting at the same time, loudly, like a yellow bell, resounding throughout the mountains, and the sound was like thunder, roaring endlessly.
In an instant, Feng Jueyu felt that his soul heartstrings were violently plucked by something, and his spirit was suddenly dazed for a moment. Fortunately, his spiritual consciousness cultivation was extremely powerful, and he returned to his original state in just an instant, but this was not the case.
Feng Jueyu was shocked enough. He looked at the nearly two hundred Dharma-promoting boys in disbelief, and the shock in his heart was like a torrent of river water.
"The sound of the Buddha is so magnificent. The Buddhist attainments of these boys who preach the Dharma are probably much more profound than the more than a thousand people I faced before. But what is the background of that Bodhisattva to be so powerful?"
Feng Jueyu raised his head and looked at the sky, and saw a huge Bodhisattva wearing white clothes, with jade fingers like orchids. The huge body was sitting on the clouds, with a very solemn expression. His eyes were spread out like phoenix wings, with silver
The star spots are floating away, like flying stars flying away towards the Milky Way. Its Buddha face is compassionate, its face is like a crystal clear jade, and its holy flower is unparalleled. It spreads across the world, and its movements make people feel that time is fleeting, years are long, and it is boundless.
"yeah……"
At this time, the two hundred Dharma-promoting boys sang one word again, and suddenly the sky was filled with wind and clouds, and the smoke became vast. The Bodhisattva's Dharma had become a completely substantial entity, and nearly two hundred slightly smaller Bodhisattvas immediately flew out.
The difference slowly emerged behind the two hundred Dharma-promoting boys. Each Dharma-promoting boy has a Dharmakaya and Dharma form, representing the Bodhisattva himself.
"This is...the years are long, but the time is fleeting...the body of infinite life..."
Feng Jueyu couldn't understand Buddhist scriptures, but he could figure out the meaning of the Great Way of Heaven and Earth. He felt that the light waves of time were not blocked by time, and he could naturally guess the origin of the secret techniques these Dharma-promoting boys were performing.
The physical skills of the "Prison-Suppressing King Sutra" and "The Mahayana Diamond Sutra" couldn't stop me, so they dispatched eminent monks who had already understood the "Infinite Life Body Sutra". These Dharma-promoting boys must be stronger than the more than a thousand people before.
Even more terrifying.
I see.
After figuring out the joints, Feng Jueyu smiled slightly, and a rare fighting spirit once again surged with excitement due to the new physical skills.
"You masters are really knowledgeable about heaven and earth. Unfortunately, I have something to do today, so I won't be able to enjoy it with you..."
Feng Jueyu smiled, and the aura on his body grew with a roar. Although he was invisible, he had a thick golden body. Under the stimulation of his divine power, countless horses surged wildly, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into countless thick bodies.
The gray air from the bucket surged in all directions.
Taking this opportunity, Feng Jueyu took a step forward, very slowly, but after taking one step, it seemed as if he had crushed the thunder pool, and a large number of giant snake-like electric currents spread crazily in all directions.
Sixty percent!
With 60% of his cultivation level, Feng Jueyu brought out part of his hidden strength. At this moment, his divine power was filled with gray extremely yin power. Under this extremely yin power, even the source of thunder was acting like crazy.
Spreading, Feng Jueyu changed from one to two, from two to four, from four to eight... and then the afterimages flew out one after another, directly entering the formation of the Dharma-promoting boy.
The leader of the Dharma-promoting boy looked shocked and sang a Buddhist sutra loudly again. The two hundred people were like giant beasts in the wild and were killing Feng Jueyu.