Chapter 280 Prajna Palm, Nianhua Finger, God Transformation Showdown (2/2)
Although more than ten people rushed in, the spiritual energy fluctuations among them did not dissipate.
On the contrary, it becomes more and more astonishing.
The fierce battle continues.
Hong Ming watched with interest. Monk Shouzhuo's face became solemn, and golden light flashed on the bodies of more than a dozen Nascent Soul Masters waiting outside, ready to go.
Soon, many Nascent Soul Masters flew out, each with injuries on their bodies.
Among them, two people came out.
One of them was two feet tall and could be vaguely identified as the person who had spoken rudely to Hong Ming before. The other person also showed his face and was a female cultivator, but there was a bunch of flames hovering above the female cultivator's head.
This flame exudes the most sinister atmosphere.
The most yin flame!
Hong Ming's eyes were stunned.
Pills with pure yang to yin properties are extremely rare. Even when Hong Ming entered the Jiuhua Secret Realm, he had never seen anyone else practicing this type of spiritual fire. He never expected that he would encounter it here.
When Hong Ming saw this situation, his eyes lit up slightly.
"Hey, the Burning Soul Bodhi Pill is really good. I'll take these four furnaces of pills with me. Goodbye, everyone." The male cultivator had a look of defiance on his face, and a black light flashed on his body, preparing to escape.
At this moment, golden light shone on Monk Shouzhuo's body, and he pushed out with both hands.
boom!
In an instant, both palms were smashed out like two golden Buddha lights.
The male cultivator and the female cultivator were each knocked down by the phantoms of their hands and fell to the ground.
On the ground, the traces of two palms spread for more than ten feet.
Prajna Palm!
A glimmer of light flashed in Hong Ming's eyes. This secret technique that combines body refining and magic is truly unpredictable and powerful, almost comparable to magical powers.
Buddhist practices generally involve practicing both the Dharma and the body, and also require understanding the Buddha's mind. They are more difficult to practice than ordinary practices, but correspondingly, the Buddhist practices are also more powerful.
For example, with Prajna Palm, when both palms are waved out, two palms more than ten feet wide are formed in the void in an instant, almost condensing into a solid body.
This power is almost as powerful as weaker magical powers.
"Senior Brother, your Prajna Palm is becoming more and more sophisticated. You are only one step away from condensing your magical powers. If you take the Soul-Burning Bodhi Pill, you will probably be able to refine your magical powers before you advance to become a god."
The Shoujing monk next to him whispered in a low voice.
The eyes of other Yuanying Venerables also shone with light.
But after this chapter, although the two people were injured, they still turned into two escaping lights and stood up.
"As expected of Shouzhuo, the No. 1 Nascent Soul of Xiaoleiyin Temple, he has practiced Prajna Palm to such an extent." Black energy emerged from the male cultivator's body, and black water light lingered all over his body, and his body slowly shrank.
As his body shrank, the male cultivator became even more imposing.
But it was obvious that the palm just now had caused serious injuries.
As for the other female cultivator, a yin flame circled around her body, turning into a defensive shield to protect herself, and her injuries were actually smaller.
"Be brave and come to Xiaoleiyin Temple to run wild."
Monk Shoujing shouted coldly and waved the divine sword from behind.
Shoujing was different from ordinary monks, Hong Ming had already noticed it.
There are almost no swordsmen who practice Buddhism, but Shoujing practices Buddhism and swordsmanship at the same time. Although the Buddha's light shines on his body, the golden sword shining with the Buddha's light is even more dazzling.
call out!
The divine sword was swung out, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and it instantly slashed at the demon cultivator.
Upon seeing this, the demon cultivator's expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated. Black gloves appeared on his fists, and he punched the divine sword with one punch.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The shadow of the fist hit the divine sword, and the divine sword was blocked for two breaths, but then the divine sword continued to cut forward without losing force.
The body of the black-robed demon cultivator was instantly cut open by the divine sword shining with the Buddha's light.
Half of the body was cut open directly.
The monks watching the battle all around burst into applause when they saw this scene.
Hong Ming also had a hint of amazement in his eyes: "If this monk Shoujing were in Tianjian Mountain, I wonder how powerful he would be?"
What Monk Shoujing condensed was a third-grade golden elixir. Although it was not a ninth-grade elixir, it was probably an eighth-grade elixir. In Xiaoleiyin Temple, it was extremely powerful and could be regarded as the core of the sect.
But because he specialized in swordsmanship, he was assigned to serve as the city lord in the fairy city.
This thing was originally something that a Nascent Soul monk who had condensed the third-grade golden elixir would do, which shows how embarrassing Shoujing's position is in Xiaoleiyin Temple.
But Shoujing's attack was so powerful that it was terrifying.
The divine sword flashed and he continued to kill.
But at this moment, a giant hand came from the void, snatched away the Nascent Soul, and slapped the Divine Sword with its palm. The Divine Sword whined, its aura dimmed, and flew back upside down.
Monk Shoujing even vomited blood and was seriously injured.
At the same time, a figure appeared in the sky and put away the body that had been cut into two pieces by the divine sword. The female cultivator also quickly followed, preparing to escape.
At this moment, two Buddha lights appeared in the void.
"Donor Murong, are you ready to leave like this?"
In the void, two figures appeared, one behind the other, surrounding the True Lord Transformation of God who appeared.
The True Monarch of Transformation God smiled:
"I didn't expect that these two fellow Taoists were smart. They knew a Buddhist treasure but didn't fight for it. I guess that Buddhist treasure has been taken away by others now."
"Donor Murong, hand over the elixir and put these two thieves down. You can leave on your own. Senior brother and I will not have any entanglements."
The God-Transforming Lord of Xiaoleiyin Temple has a serious expression, like a glaring King Kong.
And this God-Transforming True Monarch has a strong body, exaggerated-looking muscles on his limbs, holds a steel fork in his hand, and exudes inexplicable power. He is really similar to the angry-eyed King Kong in Buddhism.
"Kong Wen, Kong Jian, I took action first, but I didn't use my magical powers. I just wanted to show you some kindness. I was discovered by you today, so I accepted my defeat and left. How about this matter being revealed like this?"
The incarnation monk named Murong said politely.
But before Space could reply, the angry-eyed Vajra Kongwen went to kill him.
boom!
Kong Wen held the steel fork in his hand for a moment, then pierced it with the fork. This fork pierced the void.
The body of the incarnated true king escaped directly into the void and disappeared.
Kong Jian put his hands together and called out Amitabha, and stretched out his right hand upwards, making a flower-like shape. In an instant, a petal appeared in Kong Jian's hand. The petals shone with golden light and flashed out instantly.
Magical power, holding flowers with fingers.
This magical power is not ranked high, ranking over a thousand among the three thousand magical powers.
It is said that in the fairy world, the Buddha once held a flower and smiled, and merits descended from the sky. Later, he had enlightenment and created this magical power.
The petals flickered out instantly and merged into the void.
The next moment, the figure of the black-robed God-Transforming True Monarch appeared again. However, at this time, a bloody wound appeared on his right arm, which turned out to be seriously injured by Nianhua Finger.
"Murong Cheng, hand over the elixir and the two demon cultivators, and you can leave."
The space monk spoke.
He made a flower-like shape in his hands again, and a shining golden petal appeared again.