Chapter 92

Master Mingguan recited a Buddha's name.

The whole person becomes one with the eighteen-foot-tall Buddha statue in front of him.

Taking a step forward, the surrounding mountains and rivers seem to be in turmoil together.

At this moment, he no longer has any hope of continuing to take Xiao Suyuan away.

But all the brothers, apprentices and nephews in my family had to be rescued.

The golden Buddha raised his palm, then clenched his fist, and struck Su Ye again.

The power of this blow is much stronger than that of the giant Buddha's fist condensed by the river water earlier.

Lao Shou saw it from a distance in another direction, and thought in his heart that he, who had changed to the eleventh level, would find it difficult to parry this Mahayana Bodhi fist.

This Buddhist venerable crossing evil, at this moment, fully embodies the strength of his cultivation base in the twelfth realm.

With one punch, the light flickered in midair, and the lights and shadows of bodhi trees were born out of thin air.

The bodhi forest stretches under it, as if paving a road full of wisdom.

Difficulties and obstacles, all kinds of suffering, are all subdued, opening up a glorious road leading directly to the bliss of the other shore.

With a smile on his face, Su Ye embraced Xiao Su Yuan with his left hand, stood still on the spot, clenched his right hand as if just now, and punched straight at the Bodhi face manifested by Master Mingguan.

Streams of black and purple air circling in the air, instantly condensed into a dark cloud.

There seems to be a dragon shadow rising and falling in the dark clouds.

Amidst the low and obscure roar, a strange purple-black dragon rushed out of the dark clouds!

The image of this strange dragon is extremely ferocious and terrifying, like a ghost, vicious and vicious.

The noble aura of the dragon clan can't be seen by Tianwei, but it seems to be more powerful and domineering than real dragons.

A fierce and tyrannical ghost dragon!

The black-purple ghost dragon rushed out of the dark clouds like lightning, and its figure was straight, like a big gun tens of meters long.

The dragon's head is the point of the gun, poking at Master Mingguan and Bodhi.

The road was smashed to pieces by ghost dragons.

The two rows of bodhi trees beside the road were broken, collapsed and withered.

The previous wisdom, perfect enlightenment, and all-encompassing Buddhist tranquility disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The black and purple ghost dragon traveled unimpeded all the way, bumping into the fist of the golden Buddha.

Then, I saw the fist of the Golden Buddha, shattered into streamers!

The damaged gap kept expanding, like an entire arm expanding.

The arm of the Buddha was shattered, and the ghost dragon continued to castrate, roaring and pounced on the chest of the golden Buddha.

Previously, Zen master Zhian faced the tenth state like this.

At this moment, facing Master Mingguan of the twelfth realm, it is still the same.

The black and purple ghost dragon rushed straight forward, like a big black gun, directly piercing into the chest of the golden Buddha!

The monks in Qingliang Temple turned pale with shock.

Everyone in the Devil's Cult also watched with eyelids jumping.

"If I don't see it with my own eyes, I can't connect him with what he is like now." King Kong gasped and grinned: "His attack on one point is too sharp, and he feels invincible."

Zhang Tianheng twitched his lips: "The leader once commented that the Ghost Dragon Spear created by Su Laoer can be called the seventh most unique skill in the sect, and its potential is still far from bottomed out. Are you questioning the leader's judgment?"

King Kong grinned: "Of course the leader's words are not wrong, but this Second Master Su is really..."

He glanced at Su Wei beside him.

Su Wei's face was full of bad luck: "It's not this brat, and there are not so many things. Don't look, let's hurry up and get to work."

The members of the Demon Sect immediately attacked the monks of Qingliang Temple who were present.

The eighteen-foot-tall bodhi figure was punched through Su Ye's body at this moment.

The ghost dragon rushed into his chest, roaring continuously, and aimed directly at Master Mingguan himself in the middle of the Bodhi image.

Master Mingguan's bodhi face was broken, and his face was slightly pale.

But the abbot of Qingliang Temple responded decisively and quickly at this moment.

He suddenly dissipated his bodhi image.

Roads of glazed Buddha lights flew, interfering with and blocking the ghost dragon.

At the same time, Master Mingguan also had a Zen stick in his hand.

The huge eight-armed arhat stands upright.

Eight arms, holding the same Zen stick, reorganized the defense to resist the ghost dragon.

The same eight-fixed magic wand was used by Elder Mingjing and Zen Master Zhi'an.

But compared with the current Mingguan master in the twelfth stage, they are not much different from the disciples who have just started.

Master Mingguan's eight-concentration magic wand is unfolded, the first jhana, the second jhana, the third jhana, and the fourth jhana, the four kinds of color world jhanas, the emptiness of boundless samadhi, the boundless consciousness of samadhi, the nothingness of samadhi and non-perception The four colorless samadhis of non-non-perception are all sufficient, and the eight samadhis are all manifested.

At this moment, defend with all your strength, resisting the ghost dragon's sprint.

Almost at the same time, another clear Buddha's light shot up into the sky, condensing into a glazed sword in the sky.

But it is juxtaposed with the Mahayana Bodhishenquan and the Badingfu Magic Wand, and there are many other three great learnings in Qingliang Temple, namely Jie, Ding, and Hui, and the Qingjing Jiedao.

The four pure precepts are the precepts without omissions, which can be free from afflictions and dirt, and are called pure precepts.

The huge Buddha light sword, which was tens of meters long, descended from the sky and slashed at the ghost dragon's body.

After continuously breaking through the bodhi forest and the ghost dragon with the bodhi image, its strength will eventually be lost.

Although the dragon body is strong, it is not as indestructible as the dragon head.

Qingjing Jie Dao cut in the middle of the ghost dragon's body, and finally cut off the evil dragon.

Master Mingguan took three steps back, let out a breath, and his face returned to ruddy.

But before he could gain a firm footing, Su Ye laughed happily and said, "The second move."

After all, he stood on the spot, stretched out his right hand, and punched out the second time.

The identical black and purple ghost dragon roared again, and charged straight at Master Mingguan like lightning.

Master Mingguan was fully alert and ready to fight.

But no matter how the abbot of Qingliang Temple tried his best, he still couldn't force the young man with hair in his arms back half a step.

On the contrary, it was the old monk himself who was pushed back step by step.

Seeing it, he was getting farther and farther away from other monks in Qingliang Temple.

Just as Master Mingguan was burning with anxiety, Su Ye's expression on the opposite side changed suddenly, and he turned his head to look in another direction.

A gray-clothed figure suddenly appeared.

Lao Shou was the closest to him, just raised a curved silver moon to attack, the opponent raised his hand, slashed at the sky, cut off the silver moon, and forced Lao Shou to dodge.

Then, the invisible knife seems to have constant and endless troubles in the world, making people not pure.

Laoshou can only retreat once and again.

The gray-clothed figure easily passed him, passing Elder Mingjing.

"Brother Mingjue..." Elder Mingjing took a deep breath.

Qingjing Jiedao can have such a high level, and now there is only one person in Qingliang Temple.

The former abbot, Master Mingjue of "Sick Maha".

In comparison, even the current abbot, Master Mingguan, is not as good.

The gray-clothed old monk sighed: "Junior Brother Ming Jing, turn around and be right."

Elder Mingjing spit out in one breath: "The other side is ahead, there is no need to look back."

"I hope that we will have a chance to talk in detail in the future. Right now, I am desperate to save others, and I have offended you."

As he spoke, Master Mingjue punched Elder Mingjing with a punch.

Elder Ming Jing barely resisted, but felt that no matter how he responded, it was under the control of the other party.

Like Qingjing Jiedao, the Mahayana Bodhi Fist of the number one master of Qingliang Temple has also been perfected.

Even if he fell from the realm of Emperor Wu, at the twelfth realm, he still sat firmly on the throne of the first person of Buddhism in the vast land of Shenzhou.

Elder Mingjing was directly caught and captured by him.

Then Master Mingjue waved his hand, Elder Mingjing couldn't help himself, and threw it at Su Ye!