There were at least hundreds of monks surrounding him, all of whom were at a high level of cultivation and above the realm of foundation building.
If you were placed in a cultivating family or a small sect, you could almost be an elder or guest minister.
But now, the restraint that a Foundation Establishment monk should have could not be seen on their faces at all, and each of them looked nervously at the fight going on in the field.
From time to time, small conversations could be heard in the distance.
"Brother, who do you want to bet on to win this time?"
"Of course it's the one who belongs to Master Shen Yin. He was already in the late stage of foundation building twenty years ago and has accumulated enough mana to polish it.
It is said that we are not far from the fake elixir realm. If the realm is one level lower, the strength will be doubled..."
"However, although.
Master Zhenru should not be underestimated. In just two and a half years, he mastered the famous and difficult "Mingwang Jue".
It is said that even the abbot's uncle has personally acknowledged his talent and understanding..."
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The people below were talking a lot, but nothing could penetrate the sound barrier and affect the two people fighting in the field.
A burly monk with a majestic face pinched the seal with his left hand, released a series of golden paw prints, and grabbed forward.
The claws are like a dragon, and the sound is particularly powerful.
Every time it is probed out, there must be an astonishing sonic boom sound that bursts the air.
When it fell to the ground, it left clear marks on the tungsten rock that is difficult to damage even with low-level magic weapons.
His cultivation level is close to that of a false elixir, and his magic power can be said to be endless in the foundation building realm. He does not hesitate to use it, and his momentum is truly astonishing.
However, this is not the most powerful thing.
His real killer move lies in the purple gold Zen staff held upside down in his right hand.
He usually hides himself without speaking, only using the claws in the sky to cover himself.
But when he was offered sacrifices, he was full of courage.
Faintly, the Zen staff turned into the shadow of a tiger, mixed with the dragon claws in the sky and swooped forward.
For a moment, there was the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring.
I don't know what the essence of the combination is, but when the two cooperate with each other, the power is increased by three points.
The mighty monk was also extremely satisfied with his action.
It should be noted that this Zen staff contains a tiger demon soul that is only in the late stage of foundation establishment.
Although he lost his body, he was summoned to use the secret method of Jinguang Temple and was re-refined with the help of the power of his body and mind lamp.
Transform him into a being like a protector god.
As long as the lamp of the heart is not extinguished and the mana is supplied, even if the tiger's soul is scattered, it can still be reshaped.
The level of difficulty is even worse than before.
Even if you encounter a real fake alchemy monk, you will still have a headache.
There seems to be no other better way than using powerful magic as soon as they meet and suppressing them directly.
However, his opponent does not seem to be in this example.
"This method is quite interesting."
Opposite him, Xie Duanyang stood tall.
The method used by this person is not considered secret in Jinguang Temple. Basically, monks above the foundation level can learn it.
But there are only a few who have truly mastered it.
After all, we are no longer in ancient times, nor are we in a special environment like the Chaos Star Sea.
The human monks are flourishing, but in contrast, the environment of the monster race is getting worse day by day.
Especially in a holy place of cultivation like Dajin.
Unless it's on the coast, in southern Xinjiang, these inaccessible places.
Or those sacred places for monsters in the Valley of Ten Thousand Monsters.
Otherwise, whenever a monster appears in the inland area, it will become a common phenomenon.
As soon as the news spreads, countless monks would form groups to hunt.
Regardless of scales, fur, or inner elixirs, they are all good things that can be used to refine weapons or elixirs.
Tigers in the later stages of foundation building are really rare.
And even though he killed the monster, his soul was successfully peeled off.
The next sacrifice to the Dharma Protector is not that easy either.
The fire of the heart lamp is naturally lethal to the soul.
Only after the initial sacrifice can the power of the heart lamp be absorbed and utilized.
It is extremely difficult for the soul to survive this test.
Those with a strong will and strong resentment are too resistant and difficult to be truly refined.
But if the soul is incomplete and confused, even if you are lucky enough to practice it, it will not be of much use.
In contrast, if the souls of human monks are used to refine evil magic weapons, the success rate may be much higher.
However, this kind of behavior is completely demonic.
In a place like Mingzhou where the Deng Deng Buddhist Sect is seated, it's not much better except that everyone shouts and beats them.
There is indeed some chance that the other party could harvest such a successful product.
However, it's still useless!
At least that's the case for myself.
Facing those phantoms of dragon claws that filled the sky, Xie Duanyang remained motionless and allowed the opponents to pounce on him.
What he was wearing today was just a sect-standard robe and monk's robe that had almost no protection and had better defense than anything else. It was easily torn open by those dragon claws.
However, when those dragon claws wanted to take a step closer, they found that they hit the iron plate.
A bright light appeared above Xie Duanyang's head, the light circulated, and a layer of light mask faintly rose up to isolate the attack coefficient.
The claw shadow collided with it and immediately collapsed and recovered its strength.
It couldn't even hurt half of his hair.
Even though Xie Duanyang's physical foundation is naturally much better than that of ordinary monks, his "Ming Wang Jue" has only reached the first level of great achievement.
But he couldn't bear the impact of these dozens of dragon claws, each of which was comparable to a full blow from a mid-grade magic weapon.
The reason for this is that he used the secret technique of the Randen Buddhist Sect and the "Mingwang Jue".
Using the heart lamp as a bridge, he mixed his own magic power into the newly formed body of "Ming Wang Jue" and temporarily blessed it by several layers.
I tried it out today, but the results are extraordinary.
"Junior brother Zhenru's enlightenment on the Dharma of Ran Deng is truly astonishing!"
The majestic monk's expression changed slightly and he praised him.
Xie Duanyang completed the first level of "Mingwang Jue" in less than three years.
Although the progress was not slow in the history of Jinguang Temple, he actually didn't pay much attention to it.
Because the first level of "Mingwang Jue" is only the most basic foundational skills, it focuses more on the use of magic power, rather than the improvement of realm cultivation and breakthrough.
It doesn't improve the strength much.
However, he did not expect that Xie Duanyang not only mastered the "Ming Wang Jue", but also used the supporting secret techniques without any hindrance.
That's why he praised his understanding of the heart lamp, not his attainments in Ming Wang Jue.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After realizing the approximate strength of his opponent, the majestic monk no longer held back, and used his magic power to his heart's content, and his cassock expanded in an instant.
The Zen staff he had been holding in his right hand suddenly slipped out of his hand and flew out.
The powerful shadows of the dragon's claws all over the sky dispersed and disappeared, but the phantom of the tiger became much more solid.
But it wasn't over yet. The majestic monk ripped off his cassock and threw it out with his fingers.
The cassock rose in the wind, and finally was draped over the tiger, blending into it and turning into a colorful tiger skin.
The tiger's breath rose again and again, surpassing the monk himself, and officially climbed to the realm of false elixir.
Xie Duanyang took a deep breath, and instead of releasing a powerful magic weapon, he raised his hands and took a stance.
It's like a combination of law and martial arts.
"Ming Wang Jue" is a secret manual for superior physical training, which is very different from ordinary exercises.
Among the skills he acquired from Jinguang Temple, there are two types of martial arts recorded.
It can be used to strengthen the muscles and bones and condense the qi and blood in daily life, and it can also be used to attack and kill enemies.
Xie Duanyang went to the ring to compete with others because he wanted to measure and hone his attainments in the "Ming Wang Jue" and would not use other heretical methods.
Now, he is using the thirty-sixth way of capturing the dragon that he usually practices the most.
This martial art is no more powerful or sharper than the other one.
But the mana is everywhere, and a whirlpool of power naturally arises.
Even the magic weapon that has been practiced by the opponent will inevitably be affected and interfered with, and it can no longer be used freely.
But I saw his palms and fingers changing and flying, and little bits of flames rose up and filled the air, scattering in the void around the tiger.
Finally, a flaming dragon condensed, circling around and flying in the air.
The scales are bright and fierce.
The fire dragon stalked towards the tiger without giving up.
Although his body is far less solid than his opponent's, his aura does not appear weak.
I feel that my connection with the tiger has become obscured, and my magic power seems to be draining away.
The majestic monk's expression changed, he hurriedly summoned his magic power, controlled the colorful tiger to fight back, and staged a fierce battle between dragons and tigers.
The tiger is successful because it has a strong foundation and a monster soul filling it.
At the beginning, they had an absolute advantage and killed the fire dragon until its broken scales and armor were scattered all over the sky.
However, this fire dragon was created purely by Xie Duanyang's magic power. As long as his magic power is not exhausted and his spiritual thoughts are still there, it can be regenerated continuously.
It's like a magic but not a magic, it's a bit subtle.
Originally this was the advantage of the opponent's Tiger Protector God, but his attainments in spiritual consciousness and the Heart Lamp Technique were not as good as Xie Duanyang's, so it turned into a disadvantage.
Every time he hovers in the sky, the suction power coming from his body will increase a bit, turning the situation back towards him.
and……
Xie Duanyang didn't just use the Dragon Capturing Hand to control the fire dragon from a distance.
He also went up, shooting and slashing continuously, hitting the tiger separately, attacking from both inside and outside.
Watching tigers roar and dragons roar is exciting and lively.
But in Xie Duanyang's view, it was very monotonous and had nothing to say.
Just treat the other party as a living partner, and constantly become familiar with the various changes in the supporting methods of "Ming Wang Jue".
Seeing him being so "positive", the majestic monk was so sad that he almost vomited blood.
It's not that he didn't want to use other magical weapons or spells to deal with Xie Duanyang.
Just maintaining the existence of Tiger, the protector god, already consumes most of his energy, and he really can't spare his extra energy.
Although he also practices the Heart Lamp Technique, and his spiritual awareness exceeds that of ordinary monks, his attainments are mediocre after all, and they are just a drop in the bucket in a high-intensity battle.
Since he couldn't do it, the majestic monk no longer wasted his efforts and only focused on controlling the tiger.
His realm is a little higher than Xie Duanyang's, and he doesn't believe how much the other person's consciousness can be stronger than his own.
Xie Duanyang did not release his magical weapon, but only used the dragon-capturing hand to defeat the enemy. He was also considered to be facing the same situation as himself.
Just like that, you came and I went, and half an hour passed.
Xie Duanyang tapped his toes and flew away gracefully.
After dissipating all his magic power, he clasped his palms together and said to the majestic monk opposite who looked even worse with a slightly pale face.
"Senior brother, I accept the offer."
At this point in the battle, the opponent's tiger protector has been destroyed three times in a row.
His magic power and spiritual consciousness have fallen to the bottom.
No matter how much he squeezes it at this time, he cannot regenerate it.
"Junior brother Zhenru is really amazing."
Putting the languid tiger shadow back into the Zen staff and magical weapon, and nourishing it with his spiritual consciousness, the majestic monk groaned, admitted defeat, and jumped down from the stage.
Xie Duanyang shook his head and chuckled, but did not follow him out of the fighting stage.
Instead, he sat on the spot with his feet crossed and lotus position.
He regained his magic power in front of a group of Buddhist cultivators.
The recovery of mana is fake. With the condensation of his true mana, the consumption just now is really nothing.
He took the opportunity to digest what he had learned during the fight just now and help himself practice the "Ming King Jue" better.
Waiting for some time, Xie Duanyang stood up in high spirits, while other monks who were waiting for him jumped up from the martial arts arena.