The Dharmakaya of the Great Sun Tathagata manifested in the sky is the true meaning of the palm technique of Dharma King Gonpo. With a wave of the palm, the opponent will fall into an illusion. If it cannot be detected, it will be like waiting to die.
Lu Zhengkang's posture was calm, showing his response. An Epiphyllum seal with a diameter of a hundred miles appeared in the sky above his head. The petals swirled around, and a soft stone palm gently poked out from it. It was the statue of the god with Xumi in the Pure Land Pearl.
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As soon as the stone palm came out, wind and thunder stirred up.
The believers originally felt fear and worry when they saw the vision of the Great Sun Tathagata, but now Luyuan Bodhisattva showed a more magnificent and wonderful scene, and they were all excited. Some screamed and jumped, some cried silently, and some were shocked and lost their voices.
, the believers in the Snow Land had already begun to prostrate themselves to the ground, and the monks and people in the Central Plains also kowtowed in salute.
The Shaolin monks mingled among the crowd, with expressions of emotion in their eyes. Are the former disciples of Buddhism now invincible? Time flies so fast.
Mo Yun looked up at the sky. The power to change the world. Is this the strength of a peerless master? It's really exciting.
The dragon-cutting sword at the waist made a clanging sound, and the broken black jade sword hanging on the chest jingled and chanted loudly. There was an unruly sword intent rising into the sky, but it was another breakthrough in the realm of swordsmanship!
Compared with Lu Yuan Bodhisattva's body, the true meaning of the Dharma King's martial arts is like a tiny particle of dust. The Sky Buddha is not even half as tall as a stone palm, and collapses at the touch of it, like a dream.
Gongbu's spirit was frustrated, and his palm strength was immediately reduced by three points. Lu Zhengkang raised his palms, and a barrier rose outside Mount Sumeru. It was the iron mountain at the edge of the world, resisting all void and turbulent currents, and protecting the world of Dharma.
The power of the Great Sun Tathagata's palm disappeared invisible three feet outside Lu Zhengkang's body. The strong wind stopped and the dust settled.
All the monks were greatly frightened, and some in the back row had already quietly escaped.
Blood overflowed from Gonbu's nose, but it was the true meaning of martial arts that was shattered, causing intracranial damage.
Facing Ying Shen directly, the Dharma King had already touched the ceiling of his own strength, and even though he tried to look up, he couldn't see how much strength the god-like man in front of him still had.
Intense sadness hit his chest unknowingly. The Dharma King looked around and saw that although the sect was large and had many disciples, it was now like a nest of ants. The mob would collapse at the first touch, and there would be no place for him in the world!
"Master... no, Bodhisattva, can you consider that we are both Buddhists and leave me the Vajra Sect as a legacy?"
Several Ming Kings and the Supreme Master knew that if they lost this battle, they would definitely die, but they planned to fight tooth and nail, "What depressing words the Dharma King said! Let's go together and kill this monk who is pretending to be a ghost!"
"Bold! Presumptuous!" Gonpo turned around and scolded, then turned around and looked at Lu Zhengkang earnestly and melancholy, "I beg Bodhisattva not to argue with them. The young monk is willing to use his own life to atone for his sins. I only hope that Bodhisattva can never annihilate our Vajra Sect.
Legacy!”
This outright villain did not go crazy at the end of his evil life, but showed the courage that a leader should have.
Lu Zhengkang nodded, "After you die, I will collect your soul and hide your Vajra Sect skills deep in the Pure Land. Those who are destined to learn them will naturally learn them."
"Thank you Bodhisattva!" After saying that, Gonpo sat down cross-legged, and a ray of colorful clouds fell on him from the sky. His skinny and scorched body looked solemn and majestic against the background. He saw fire all over his body, and his skin turned into light. Waiting for the colorful clouds to
It disappeared, leaving only a pool of cassocks and twelve finger-sized relics.
"Namo's Master, Sakyamuni Buddha!" All the monks chanted the Buddha's name to see off the Dharma King. Now that the former sect master had made his own choice, it was now up to the others to find a way out for themselves.
Several Ming Wang Shangzun knelt down one after another, expressing their willingness to take refuge, and only asked the Bodhisattva to let them live.
Seven hundred lamas also followed suit, and Se Se did not dare to resist.
Looking at the fierce look in their eyes, they have absolutely no regrets. These villains all have their own evil philosophy. Their ways cannot be reversed. Lu Zhengkang is not willing to spend time on educating them, so he might as well give them
A death, the most just and equitable death in the world, a death that no one can escape.
Lu Zhengkang waved to Gongpo's soul, collected it into the Pure Land Bead, placed it in a deserted place, and asked him to write down the Vajra Sect's exercises.
After doing this, he calmly asked the remnants of the Vajra Sect: "Are you ready for reincarnation?"
Several Ming Kings looked at each other, bloodshot eyes creeping into their eyes unconsciously.
"kill!"
boom!
The second level, the six powerful swords!
The sky is turned upside down, and the Six Paths are born.
The second level of absolute excellence, Fudo Ming Wang Chu!
The Wrathful God, with three faces and four arms!
Super third level, Ruyi Baoshu Pestle!
Golden lotuses surge from the ground, and the sky fills the Buddhist temple!
Super level three, the four divine palms of Mount Xumi!
The fourth level treasure, the power is immeasurable!
The five kings of Ming and the six superiors took action simultaneously, and in an instant, the heaven and earth were silent.
Eleven peerless masters unreservedly released their martial arts will and united to create a field with a radius of nearly a hundred miles.
Everyone who witnessed this scene said that this was the most beautiful swan song in the snowy area.
Lu Zhengkang, who faced this blow, naturally fell into the deepest illusion.
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There are large pieces of gold, silver and colored glaze on the ground. These pure treasures are intertwined to form a pair of colorful thangkas.
Palaces as grand as mountain peaks stand on the distant horizon. They are far apart. On each palace there is a sun-like pearl that releases immeasurable light and dispels the darkness. There are countless figures in the open door, and Sanskrit chants are faintly floating in the air.
Looking up the palace, the fragmented sky is like pieces of broken mirrors put together. The infinite world of mortals appears from this chaotic mirror like the waves of the ocean. There is a rotating six-color wheel on the ceiling in the middle, with a halo of colored light overflowing from the edge.
Open, like wrinkled paper unfolding, turning into the true color of the sky.
The sky gushes out of this disk.
Lu Zhengkang smiled and admired the scenery.
It is quiet here, with only a faint sound of chanting.
There is a soft fragrance floating in the air, making people feel intoxicated.
On the roadside, beautiful trees hung with treasures extend their branches, with thousands of thin strips extending from one trunk, as if the earth extends its blood veins to the sky, and the beauty is natural.
This is a paradise equivalent to the Pure Land, but it's just an illusion.
But it did bring a lot of inspiration to Lu Zhengkang.
At some point, the roulette wheel in the sky seemed to have discovered an outsider who did not belong to this world. The six colors gathered together and turned into an evil eye. Boundless terrifying brilliance came out of it, and its substantial gaze locked on Lu Zhengkang.
Angry roars came from the palace on the horizon.
Countless three-faced kings hundreds of feet tall came out, holding demon-subduing pestles in their hands, and their momentum was like madness.
Lu Zhengkang, who was under siege, did not panic.
He shrunk his body and turned into a white orb rising into the sky. Then it became larger and larger, with square cones on all sides and rugged rocks. It was Mount Sumeru!
The mountain seems to expand endlessly, pressing down on the earth and raising a dome on top, truly like a pillar in the sky.
Those bright kings were torn apart by the strong wind around the mountain, and the sharp mountain peaks hit the zenith roulette. This beautiful illusion was crushed by violence!
Lu Zhengkang stepped on the sky, high up, overlooking the palace of the King Kong Sect on the mountain wall.
King Ming and the Supreme Beings were shattered by the divine will of Mount Sumeru and fell to the ground.
The remaining lamas were like headless flies, fleeing to the sect one after another, hoping to hide in the dark and escape.
Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes.
The stone palm protruding from the epiphyllum seal turns the wrist downward, and a Sumeru is also revealed in the palm.
The upper edge surges and converges towards Sumeru.
The mountain under the stone palm is becoming more and more solid, while the Valuo Peak of Kunlun Mountain and the Vajra Sect on it are becoming more and more illusory.
Mortals look up to the sky, and Bodhisattvas press their palms.
Sumeru falls in the sky, and the mountains in the earth die.
This day will go down in history.
The huge palm prints and the small golden square hill on the Vajra Sect ruins were admired by countless warriors in later generations.