Chapter 285 Corpse Repair, Ten Thousand Palms (1/2)
Arriving at the top of Wangyue Cliff, Hong Ming finally saw the top Buddhist cultivators, demon cultivators and demons in the stage of becoming gods in the Buddhist kingdom of the Western Regions.
Buddhist cultivators are three disciples of the Buddha.
The three of them are young, and their whole bodies are exuding rich Buddha light. One is lying with golden light on his body, one is sitting with his hands clasped together, and the other one has a smile on his face.
Hong Ming had read Buddhist scriptures and could tell some clues from the manners of these three people.
Among these three Buddhist disciples, one cultivates the Sleeping Arhat, which is an extremely rare golden body of Arhat among Buddhists and cannot be cultivated by ordinary people. As for the other two, it is more common.
Hong Ming couldn't tell.
But as soon as Hong Ming came up, Venerable Yuanying came over to say hello.
"Donor Hong, I didn't expect you to come to Wangyue Cliff."
This Yuanying Venerable Hong Ming feels a little familiar. He should have seen him in Xiaoleiyin Temple.
"You're welcome, fellow Taoist. If you want to travel around the Western Regions, of course you can't miss this grand gathering at Wangyue Cliff. I've been looking forward to the grand view of Wangyue Cliff for a long time." Hong Ming said with a smile and exchanged a few words.
This Yuanying Venerable is called Shoukong, and he practices the magical power of divine feet. Although he is still far away from the magical power, he is extremely good at escaping, and that's why he came here.
As Hong Ming chatted with this person, several people in the Demon Sect became even more angry.
The Demonic Sect and the Buddhist Sect are innately opposed to each other.
I don't know how many years they have been fighting here.
Hong Ming made good friends with the Buddhist cultivators of Xiaoleiyin Temple and killed people from the Demon Sect. The Demon Sect was naturally hostile. However, this hostility did not matter to Hong Ming. He had not condensed his magical powers and was just a group of ants.
However, although there were no god-transforming masters from the Demon Sect or the Buddhist Sect nearby, Hong Ming could vaguely feel a powerful energy in the void.
"This matter is troublesome."
Hong Ming thought in his heart.
After the greetings were completed, Hong Ming found a seat aside, far away from the Buddha Sect and the Demon Sect, and realized the world of this place alone.
However, Hong Ming's joining did not cause much disturbance.
There are many monks here, and the addition of a powerful Jindan monk is just a little trouble. The focus is on the battle between the demon cultivators and the Buddhist disciples.
Hong Ming sat here for more than a day without gaining anything.
At this time, among the demon cultivators, one person stood up.
This man was surrounded by a black aura, and there was a filthy and stench in his aura that made people retreat. Even in the Demon Sect, there was no one else around this man.
This man stepped into the sky and looked at the three Buddhist disciples.
"I've heard for a long time that the Buddhist masters of Xiaoleiyin Temple are unique in their Buddhist skills. They are only one step away from condensing magical powers. Can you come out and have a battle?"
The man spoke loudly, and his voice spread around.
In an instant, the crowd around him fell silent.
With a smile on his face, Hong Ming looked at the monk who suddenly appeared. This monk had a corpse aura on his body. This corpse aura was strong and gathered into evil spirits. It was a kind of evil energy from heaven and earth and was extremely difficult to deal with.
"Corpse Dao monk? It's really rare. This kind of skill has long been extinct in Tiannan."
Hong Ming watched with interest.
In the distance, the monks saw this demonic cultivator appearing, and they all began to discuss it.
The monk Shou Kong even said:
"This Shi Xingya practices the method of corpse refining, and uses secret techniques to fuse the corpse refining with himself. His strength is extremely tyrannical and cannot be compared to ordinary people. The three junior brothers must be more careful."
Monk Shou Kong is senior to the Buddhist disciples.
But Buddha's status is special, so he is the same generation as Shou Kong.
When the sleeping Buddhist disciple heard this, he opened his eyes and said, "Brothers, do you want me to go meet this person for a while?"
"Junior Brother Zhenyan, it's better not to take action. The Sleeping Arhat you practice is a method of understanding the great road. It pays attention to accumulation and accumulation. You don't have a long time to practice now. Don't take action unless it is absolutely necessary."
The Buddha with a smile on his face said.
Another Buddhist disciple put his hands together:
"Amitabha, this Shixingya is not weak, so I will be the one to fight this battle."
As he spoke, the Buddha's light shone on his body and flew high into the sky.
Monk Shou Kong nodded:
"Senior Brother Zhenjing has practiced tens of thousands of palms. Although this magical power is not ranked high among many magical powers, it is not far away from condensing the magical power. It is extremely powerful and will definitely win."
The two Buddhist disciples, Zhenyan and Zhenfa, nodded.
Zhenjing stepped into the sky without saying a word, and Shi Xingya came up to kill him.
Zhenjing waved his hand, and instantly golden light shone in the air, and tens of thousands of palms shot toward Shi Xingya. Each of those tens of millions of palms was fake, but their power was exactly the same as the real one.
Supernatural power, tens of millions of palms.
"There is indeed something strange about the Buddhist practice."
A giant eagle among the demon clan said loudly. This eagle was covered in blue feathers and looked extremely handsome. The prestige on its body was even more amazing. It was not weaker than the Nascent Soul monks, and the pressure on its body was even stronger.
Some.
The dozen or so people from the demon clan beside him all nodded.
"Buddhism can occupy 60% of the land in the Western Region. Naturally, it has some tricks. This Buddha himself is not very strong, and his physical body is a bit worse than mine and other demon clans. But when this spell is cast, even I can't
You have to deal with it carefully.”
A woman wearing a red robe spoke.
This woman wears a phoenix crown on her head and still has feathers on her arms. It is obvious that she is a monster in the form of a monster.
When a monster takes shape, it usually reaches the Nascent Soul stage.
However, during the Golden Core stage, some monsters have unique talents and can transform, while some monsters with unique bloodline have difficulty transforming even if they become immortals. The difference is huge.
The other demon tribes nodded after hearing this.
Hong Ming was sitting far away and was slightly surprised when he heard the demon clan's words, but then he turned his attention to the battle in the air.
To be honest, the battle between these two people was pretty good.
Although in Hong Ming's eyes, it is completely meaningless.
Those tens of millions of palms are quite impressive in cultivation.
This magical power, when practiced to the extreme, can turn one palm into three thousand palms, which is astonishingly powerful. However, this palm technique itself is a spell, and it requires physical training to be effective. For most monks, the gain outweighs the loss. In Buddhism,
Only those exercises that have this characteristic are suitable for cultivation.
Moreover, even if the cultivation is successful, it is not practical.
If you can't defeat your opponent with one palm, then you'll probably be no match for three thousand more palms.
This palm technique is powerful enough to fight fiercely and defeat the enemy, but it is a little bit inferior.
On the other hand, the corpse refining technique on the other side is quite impressive.
The flesh body is integrated into the corpse refining body. Even if it is attacked by tens of millions of palms for a long time, there is no change at all. The injuries are mostly offset by the corpse refining body. For the corpse refining, the effect of these tens of millions of palms is not great.
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However, Shi Xingya did not take any advantage.
Thousands of palms fell, surrounded by palm shadows. As soon as Zhenjing took action, he had no intention of stopping. One after another palm shadows appeared and continued to attack Shi Xingya. Shi Xingya was almost pressed down and beaten.
After beating him for half an hour, Shi Xingya escaped far away.
"Amitabha."
Zhenjing clasped her hands together and dropped them.
Shi Xingya had a dark face and did not pursue him. The first battle was over.