The first thousand five hundred and eighty-fifth chapters of the East Earth four team shot
Tang Sanzong's eyes shot out two scarlet colors, piercing through the illusion.
A powerful celestial dragon shocked the entire audience. The golden dragon-shaped handprint swept over and stamped hard on Master Xuanku's chest.
"puff!"
Xuan Ku coughed up blood in his hand, and his body was limp and weak and he flew out, making a hole in the ground.
As the abbot of the temple and a first-level master, Xuan Ku was killed instantly with one move, which was really shocking.
And the most surprising thing is that the technique used by the opponent turned out to be the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon. This technique is banned by the Pure Land of Paradise. Although it is powerful, it is only a flash in the pan.
Whoever uses it is a sinner in the land where the Buddha's light shines!
"Did I hear correctly just now? It turned out to be the mighty Tianlong?"
"Master, you heard it right. It is indeed the mighty heavenly dragon. That monk from outside the Eastern Land actually knows such forbidden skills. Not only does he practice it in private, but he openly shows it here. He is completely contemptuous of the Pure Land and the Buddha's Dharma.
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"Although I am a monk from the abandoned land of the East, I do as I please. When I come here, I have to abide by the rules. How dare you use this access control method? I'm afraid I don't even know how to write the word "death"!"
The monks couldn't help but tremble in their hearts when they saw the demonic aura surrounding Tang San's body. They asked themselves that if they were in the position of Master Xuanku, they might not be able to take on this powerful Tianlong move!
"Master, this place actually has this technique. Could it be that uncle and uncle brought it here?"
Ma Niubi asked quietly.
The mighty Tianlong is a very famous Buddhist skill in the Zhongyuan world. I didn't expect to see it in this world of immortals and gods.
"It's very possible, but this technique has been improved. The whole body is as black as ink, and it is an out-and-out killing technique. This monk in the abandoned land of the East has a deep murderous intention."
Li Xiaobai nodded and said lightly.
This is completely different from the Mighty Heavenly Dragon performed by Er Gouzi. It is only similar on the outside, but the core is already another kind of skill.
On the futon.
Tang San's burial stands proudly, with a skeleton Zen staff inserted into the ground, with both hands folded on his back, and the master is lonely.
“I didn’t expect that the martial arts of the Pure Land can only be fully utilized in the hands of this monk!”
"Kuduo Temple has no generals left!"
Tang Sanzong's expression was indifferent, his gray eyes looked down upon the sky.
"Master Tang, where did you come from to practice this kind of technique? The Lord Buddha issued an order hundreds of years ago, prohibiting Buddhist disciples from practicing the technique of the mighty heavenly dragon!"
The face of the Subduing Dragon Arhat was also slightly gloomy, and there was a trace of ripples on Gujing Wubo's face.
"Everyone can practice it as a monk from the East. The Lord Buddha is the Lord of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, not the Lord of Buddha for all people in the world. A poor monk can naturally practice it."
Tang Sanzian nodded and said calmly, showing no fear at all when facing the Dragon-Subduing Arhat.
"This matter will be reported to the poor monk, and a decision will be made in the future!"
"It's just that you are not allowed to use this technique. If you do it again, you will be arrested immediately!"
The Dragon Subduing Arhat had nothing to say, so he finally nodded and said.
"Then it's my grandson's turn for the second game!"
"You guys come together, I, the old grandson, will pick them all!"
Sun Xingzhe couldn't hold back the anger that surged in his heart. He screamed and got on the futon. The golden cudgel in his hand rose in the storm and stood upright.
The same demonic flames were surging into the sky, and the purple-black ferocious energy all over his body was visible to the naked eye.
"Amitabha, we, the monks of the Pure Land, are loyal and honest, and will not do anything casual. Since there are only four monks in the Eastern Land, we will naturally send four masters to fight!"
"Little monk Xuanqi, I have met Master Sun, please feel free to give me some advice!"
A young monk in simple clothes slowly walked up to the futon and sat down cross-legged with a polite smile on his face, but there was a cold glint in his eyes.
"Amitabha, take a stick from me!"
Sun Xingzhe was ruthless and didn't say much. Golden lightning swept across him, and he appeared in front of the little monk in an instant. He raised his stick and struck out with a stick.
"Boom!"
Thunder exploded in the void, piercing people's hearts. The air was compressed by this stick and crackled, distorting visibly to the naked eye.
"Wait a minute, Ami... That Buddha, the monk is not ready yet, and he hasn't started yet!"
Seeing the lightning-fast blow, the little monk Xuanqi felt the pressure rushing towards his face, and couldn't help but said in a panic, he just sat down cross-legged and hadn't started to exercise yet, why did he get hit?
"Hey, hey, hey, let's go!"
Sun Xingzhe sneered, and the golden cudgel swept across. The sound of broken bones and tendons was clearly audible. Just like Xuan Ku's fate, the little monk Xuan Qi vomited blood and flew backwards, falling down the stage. His life or death was unknown.
Layers of golden hair burst out from its body, looking like a golden monkey head with a human face.
Carrying a long stick on his shoulders, he is like the god of war descending to earth.
It was another instant kill with one move. Although Kutuo Temple's strength was only average, it would never be so weak that it could be killed with one move. The two consecutive games were simply shocking.
Xuanqi is also a genius at the second level of the Void Spirit Realm. This Sun Xingzhe is at least the third level of the Void Spirit Realm, or even the fourth level of God-seeing Realm?
Isn’t Dongtu a barren soil? How could such a genius be born?
"You bastard, you don't have martial ethics!"
The monks in the audience were cursing each other, but they suddenly launched a sneak attack. This was simply despicable and shameless. Didn't you hear them saying that you weren't ready yet?
"You monks from the Pure Land are so hypocritical. The old man with white eyebrows just suddenly made a sneak attack. Why didn't you say anything about him? Instead, you came to blame my monkey brother!"
"I thought a Buddhist monk would have some insights, but I didn't expect him to be such a weak person. In a battle in front of the battle line, he still needs to shout "start" before charging? Isn't the actual combat experience overwhelming?"
Zhu Bajie and Sha Wuwu sneered from behind, making many monks blush and feel guilty.
Indeed, they forgot about Master Xuanku's sneak attack.
"It's useless to talk more. I'll tell you the truth. That pig, you laughed the most just now, come up and fight!"
"The poor monk Xuanxue must rectify the name of Kutuo Temple today!"
The monks of Kutuo Temple were shocked and angry. The outside monks were so powerful and humiliated them in every possible way. How could they bear this? They were all talented disciples in the temple. No one was as good as the other. They all wanted to defeat each other and save face!
"Eat one of your arms and you will have a memory in the future. Don't call me a pig!"
Zhu Bajie's eyes turned cold, and his fat body paused on the spot. In an instant, the surface of the earth twisted and melted like a wave, stirring up thousands of waves and surging down toward the futon.
It didn't even move a step, and the earth swallowed up the monk. After a while, the ground squirmed and spit out the metaphysics, and then returned to calm.
When I looked again, he was missing an arm.
There was no blood spilled, and an arm seemed to disappear out of thin air just like that.