Zen Master Hongren is the abbot of the Buddhist Worship Temple. In the entire Xixia, the magic martial arts is second only to the Great Witch King Hong Zhong. He is also the host behind the Helan Meeting.
Based on a certain compromise, Zen Master Hongren could sit back and watch his beloved disciple die at the hands of Feng Zhou, but he could not watch Wu Zang die with an iron gun in front of his eyes.
But now that he is watching all this happen, even though Zen Master Hongren has reached the most profound level of Buddhist practice, he can't help but get furious:
"Okay, okay! The donor is really arrogant. I will destroy the demons and protect the Tao in the near future! I will crush you to ashes and destroy your soul!"
Zen Master Hongren's Zen sound was like Sanskrit, and he looked like a virtuous and eminent monk. He looked at Feng Zhou coldly.
Wang Xianluo, A'Zhu and others felt suffocated.
Even Zen Master Hongren couldn't restrain his anger and came out to fight. One can imagine how other sects would react after knowing this situation.
However, the premise of all this is that Feng Zhou can survive from Zen Master Hongren.
"Old monk, you are obsessed with the phase. This is the longevity phase among the four phases that all living beings wrongly attach to. You, a Buddhist, are actually stuck in the obsession and have been facing the wall for three hundred years!" Feng Zhou said calmly.
"act recklessly!"
Zen Master Hongren shouted loudly and took action directly.
Boom!
A thirty-foot-sized Great Vajra Mudra, like the Buddha appearing, descended from the sky and pressed directly on Feng Zhou. Before the Mahamudra arrived, the overwhelming power had already come down.
On the guqin stage, those with poor cultivation were directly suppressed and fell to their knees. Only A'Zhu and others could barely hold on, but they all looked horrified.
As a Buddhist master, Zen Master Hongren has practiced hard for nearly a hundred years. His cultivation is terrifying. How can it be compared without a hidden iron spear?
"break!"
But Feng Zhou was not surprised but overjoyed. The golden light on his body surged, and his fighting spirit surged forward. He charged forward and punched across the sky, like a golden rainbow shooting straight into the sky.
"boom!"
The Vajra mudra and the golden rainbow collide together.
Suddenly, the sound of explosions appeared in the void, and countless vigor swept away in all directions, leveling the entire guqin stage. Many young masters were knocked away, but when the vigor reached A'Zhu's side, there was no
There was no trace, and of course it did not affect Ah Zi.
"Eh!"
Feng Zhou was slightly shocked.
He didn't expect that he underestimated this old monk.
Although Feng Zhou's magic power was overwhelming, he felt a little uncomfortable when faced with the opponent's attack. He was forced to take a few steps back, and finally stepped down. The ground could not bear it, and it exploded with a bang, and his feet were deeply sunken into it.
"Demon Feng, all you have to do is beg me for mercy and face the wall in my Buddhist temple for a hundred years, and I will spare your life." Zen Master Hongren said calmly, returning the cynicism and sarcasm that Feng Zhou had just made.
"Feng Ziheng is going to lose."
A'Zhu lowered his head and sighed slightly.
The eyes of Wang Xianluo and others showed regret, but Ah Zi's face was filled with tears, and she stared blankly at the stubborn young man whose feet were trapped in the pit.
"You are already strong enough, but unfortunately you cannot defeat fate."
A'Zhu sighed softly.
Feng Zhou's combat power at this time was unparalleled, and he could be called the number one among the younger generation. However, facing a peerless master, even if he didn't hide his iron spear, he might not be his opponent, but Feng Zhou could hold on for so long, which was already considered a stunning talent.
"die!"
Zen Master Hongren struck out with his palm, intending to kill him with pain.
Suddenly, the Buddha's light flashed in the sky, the big handprint reappeared, and a surging force crashed down on the sky and the earth, almost sinking the heaven and the earth, and overturning the sun and the moon. Such terrifying power was enough to make the guqin stand collapse, but Feng Zhou
Just laughed:
"Break it for me!"
Boom!
The golden light was shining, and the true energy was everywhere. Feng Zhou laughed loudly and punched out,
This punch was struck with the vast amount of true energy. It was like the Tianhe descending and Mount Buzhou falling. The entire sky was torn apart out of thin air. It was as if a sharp blade was slashing through the sky. Even the clouds in the sky were cut into two.
part.
This sharp blade originates from Fengzhou's Fist and can reach as far as a thousand meters away.
Zen Master Ren Hongren's Vajra Mudras were all broken open like a knife cutting tofu in front of this punch, like a bubble in a dream. Faced with this unrivaled, earth-shaking blow, Zen Master Hongren's face changed drastically.
, one after another flashed out.
"boom!"
A corner of the guqin platform collapsed and fell to the Buddhist temple below. Countless boulders rolled down, hitting the twin towers and the temple building.
Break the mountain with one punch!
"hiss!"
Seeing the power of this punch, not only the many spectators but also Zen Master Hongren were slightly startled. Although he claimed to have the power to move mountains and flat seas, he could only smash a small hill into pieces at most.
But just like Feng Zhou, he punched half of the guqin stage and destroyed the entire Buddhist temple. It was so majestic that it is unimaginable.
"This...is this still a human being?"
Looking at the half-collapsed guqin stage, everyone still watching the battle was shocked.
"I thought he was a white-faced scholar, but I didn't expect him to be a peerless overlord!"
Wangxian Luo Yinhong's little mouth opened and she was speechless.
A'Zhu was so shocked that he was almost dumbfounded. It turned out that Feng Ziheng was not just a braggart. His strength was simply unmatchable!
What a casual cultivator, what a ranger!
He is clearly a terrestrial god who is fighting against a whole country!
"Brother Ziheng is so awesome!"
Only Azi jumped up and shouted, her little face full of joy.
"Who is the donor?" Zen Master Hongren saw this scene, his face was uncertain, and he looked at Feng Zhou in surprise.
Not to mention the Great Xia Kingdom, there were the Jin and Song Dynasties, and Tubo. Those who could achieve the rank of land gods with such divine power were only a few, and they would never appear suddenly.
And for someone as young as Feng Zhou, who is also astonishingly powerful, he must have a legacy and should never remain unknown.
"Feng Zhou, Feng Ziheng!"
Feng Zhou put his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.
Even Zen Master Hongren was shocked.
"Are you Feng Zhou, the Taoist priest of the Song Dynasty who carried Hong Zhong, the great witch king, and told the whole country that he was going to hunt you down?"
"Yes, you are not stupid after all. You didn't hide the iron gun just because you were stupid and were trying to show off in front of me." Feng Zhou said calmly.
"So what? If I want to subjugate demons and protect the Tao, even the Buddha will give me divine power!" Zen Master Hongren shouted.
Feng Zhou smiled coldly: "Buddhism pursues the great annihilation and transcendence. If you have six impure roots, you should be a descendant of Demon King Botian and sneak into Buddhism. The Buddha will only hate you!"
He said expressionlessly, then he took a step in the air and turned into a dragon with his fists, dancing across the sky, striking at Zen Master Hongren with his teeth and claws.
The old monk roared wildly, but before he could do the big hand seal, he put his hands together, revealed two Zen staffs, and slashed at Feng Zhou in the air.
Worship the magical power of the Buddhist temple and the volleying staff!
Feng Zhou didn't care and crushed him down with a punch.
"Bang."
Zen Master Hongren couldn't resist this huge force. He let out a tragic throat, his arms were broken, and his whole body sank into the rock, ten feet deep.
How hard is this mountain rock? However, Zen Master Hongren was unable to exert any magic power under such huge force. His whole body was cut into countless pieces by the rock, and he passed away on the spot.
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call!
The peaks blowing from the wind outlet of Helan Mountain were like sharp blades, and a corner of the guqin stand dozens of feet high was cut open.
At the foot of the mountain, next to the twin towers, there were originally many martial arts masters standing by. However, after seeing the landslide, everyone fled and ran at a very fast speed.
With the help of everyone's daily intensive cultivation of magical powers, most people escaped and were not crushed by the landslide.
But when they turned around and saw it, they were all shocked.
The small guqin platform still stands, but the Buddhist temple was demolished by stone slabs.
The twin towers that could be seen from a distance have also disappeared.
Everyone only saw the figure standing proudly on the guqin stage.
Everyone, apart from shock, was left with admiration!
There is no longer any thought of dissatisfaction.
And those guys watching the battle on the Guqin stage all looked at Feng Zhou in horror.
I saw him standing tall and tall, his white clothes flowing and dust-free, his angry hair blowing in the wind, hunting like a wind, as if the invincible God of War was looking down on the battlefield, counting his results.