The bald monk Zhenghui's hands were numb. He looked at the demon-conquering pestle in his hand and was stunned for a long time before he regained consciousness. He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "The donor is really not a trivial matter. In this case, I will not hold back any more!"
Tang Feng smiled lightly and said: "Attack with all your strength, even with your level of skills, I'm afraid even scratching my itch won't be enough!"
Monk Zhenghui became angry and directly made a seal with his hands. In an instant, golden light overflowed from his body, and the phantom image of an ancient Buddha appeared on the back of his head.
"This is our Luojia Mountain's inherited method of Buddhism. It can strengthen one's own strength. Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Zhenghui actually used this trick directly!"
Under the blessing of the ancient Buddhist dharma, Monk Zhenghui's aura soared directly, and the demon-subduing pestle in his hand was once again enlarged, spanning the entire void in the blink of an eye, as if it would flatten the mountain peaks with just a slight hit.
"If this move continues, you will be seriously injured even if you don't die. Watch out!" Zhenghui roared angrily, and the magic pestle flew out of his hand and landed above Tang Feng's head.
Tang Feng remained unmoved, not even looking at the demon-conquering pestle, but at this time, an ancient tree appeared behind him, a green and ancient towering tree.
The Lord of Luojia Mountain saw this and couldn't help but said: "It is indeed the Chaos Taiyi Divine Tree, and it has been cultivated to the Great Perfection, and has even reached the point where humans and trees are one. I wonder if Zhenghui can shake this ancient tree this time."
Ancestor Niujiao shook his head slightly and sighed: "It's impossible to shake it. Although this Chaos Taiyi Divine Tree is not as good as the Bodhi tree at our mountain gate, it is definitely not trivial."
Most people in Kyushu in the world only know that Luojia Mountain’s Immortal Voiceless Bamboo is very famous and powerful. However, this is not the strongest method of Luojia Mountain. The real foundation of Luojia Mountain is an ancient bodhi tree that has been preserved since ancient times.
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Soon enough, Monk Zhenghui's pestle fell again and hit the ancient tree.
But this time, the Chaos Taiyi Divine Tree trembled slightly, but it still stood firm. Not even half of the leaves fell off, and Tang Feng's people naturally stood there intact.
Monk Zhenghui was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his eyes. He had already used the Buddhist technique of universal illumination, but he still couldn't shake the opponent.
"The donor's defense is really strong. There is one more move, and the third move, this Zen master will definitely take you down!"
Monk Zhenghui hummed coldly, his eyebrows moved, and streaks of earth-yellow energy surged out from his eyebrows, and then condensed into a flute in front of him.
"I told you in advance, what follows is a divine soul martial skill, which is specifically designed to attack people's sea of consciousness and soul. Moreover, this divine soul martial skill is made by me using the spirit of an ancestral root from the immortal Qingyin Bamboo to condense its power.
It’s no small matter, if you can’t hold on later, don’t hold on, otherwise your soul will be shaken away, and even the Great Luo Immortal will not be able to save you!”
Zhenghui talked a lot in one breath, and it seemed that she was quite satisfied and confident with her divine soul martial arts.
Tang Feng still smiled faintly and said: "I have already said that you just have to go all out!"
Having said this, Tang Feng simply put away the Chaos Taiyi Sacred Tree, and his whole body was suspended in the void casually.
"Start!" Monk Zhenghui condensed his hands, and the emerald green bamboo suddenly began to tremble after being infused with the power of the earth-yellow soul, and then the entire void seemed to be ringing with sounds of nature.
When Ancestor Niujiao saw this, he waved his hand, and an invisible air shield immediately covered a large area of void, covering Tang Feng and Zhenghui inside.
"What Zhenghui is performing is a divine soul martial skill. I must isolate it. Otherwise, if the disciples below listen to it, I am afraid that the divine soul will be affected. I have no objection to this, senior brother. Also, senior brother, if the dragon thorn donor cannot support it later, Stop, do you want me to protect him, otherwise his soul may..."
Before the Niujiao Ancestor finished speaking, Kuanglong chuckled and said: "Junior brother, there is no need to worry, you can just watch from the side, there is no need to take action!"
While speaking, Kuang Long couldn't help but think to himself: "A small Buddhist Sanskrit secret technique may be very lethal to ordinary emperors, but to the big brother with the soul, I am afraid it will not even cause the slightest disturbance." I can’t even blow it.”
And as the sound of nature sounded, green notes swept out like sound waves, instantly covering Tang Feng.
Tang Feng was still floating there motionless. At this time, there wasn't even the slightest fluctuation of immortal energy in his body, and he seemed to be not resisting at all.
Lord Luojia Mountain couldn't help but frown when he saw this: "This Dragon Thorn is planning not to resist at all. What on earth is going on?"
As he spoke, the dense green notes, although they surrounded Tang Feng, only kept floating around Tang Feng, unable to enter his body at all, let alone break through his Tianxin Palace. .
It was as if Tang Feng had an invisible air shield around him to protect him. Those soul notes were never able to break through this invisible air shield, and they just wandered and fluttered crazily outside.
"Something's wrong, what's going on? Why does the Dragon Thorn seem to be unaffected at all? The Buddhist Sanskrit notes can't enter his body, let alone break through the Tianxin Palace portal. What's going on?"
Lord Luojia frowned, turned around and asked, "Ancestor Niujiao, can you see anything?"
At this time, the Niujiao Ancestor was also staring closely at Tang Feng. After a long while, he shook his head and sighed: "I'm ashamed to say that even I can't see the details. I just vaguely guessed that this son's spirit is very strong. It has even reached a very scary situation.”
At this moment, Zen Master Zhenghui saw that his Buddhist Sanskrit notes were still unable to work, and he couldn't help but get angry. The majestic power of the soul surged out from the center of his eyebrows and poured into the flute, and green notes moved towards him like a wave. Tang Feng swept away.
However, even so, Tang Feng was still suspended there intact, with a relaxed look on his face.
Zhenghui couldn't help but go crazy, thinking that even though he was a majestic sixth-level emperor, he couldn't even take down a small third-level emperor. Where would he put his face if word spread about this?
Thinking of this, Zhenghui once again pinched the seals, and the power of the soul surged out regardless of the cost. Even later, his eyes were already red and his body was trembling.
When Kuanglong and Niujiao Zen Masters saw this, they exclaimed: "No, Zhenghui Dao's heart is unstable, his soul is disintegrating, he has gone crazy, this is bad!"
Having said this, the two of them stood up and headed towards Zhenghui.
However, at this moment, Tang Feng reached out his big hand from the air and gently pressed on Zhenghui's head. Zhenghui, who was on the verge of collapse, instantly calmed down.
When Ancestor Niujiao saw this, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a look of extreme shock appeared on his face: "This is such a big deal, my God, I can smell the breath of the soul, how is this possible!"
