The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 668: The Battle of Ming Wang, Defeats All Others

In the dark world, two statues of Mingwang surrounded by flames collided with each other, and the golden flames boiled like waves, both wanting to devour each other.

Boom!

The thunder fell, and the same green lightning, brilliant and dazzling, struck towards the two figures.

Yue Ling and Tongji have already exchanged a hundred moves, each showing their superb attainments in the Ming Wang Fa, with their moves being grand, domineering, fierce, and extremely strong and masculine.

At this moment, the two strongest masters of the Ming Wang Fa are concentrating on deciding the final victory.

Only the winner is the true successor of the Ming King.

After one hundred and fifty moves, Yue Ling had gradually gained the upper hand. The Overlord Spear stirred up the world, swift and fierce as thunder, and each strike seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms, causing Tongji's blood to surge and retreat again and again.

If you observe carefully, you will find that Yue Ling's spear skills are not just the Yue family's Overlord Spear, but also contain a hint of the Fire Point Spear Skill and Erlang Spear Skill.

She already had a very high talent for martial arts. After inheriting the Fire-point Spear Technique and Erlang Spear Technique, Zhang Jiuyang did not keep them to himself and had studied them with her a long time ago.

At this moment, the Overlord Spear, Fire-pointed Spear and Three-pointed Double-edged Spear, these three peerless spear techniques seemed to be integrated into one in her hands, reaching a certain state of divine enlightenment.

"Vice-Inspector Yue is using me to hone his spear skills?"

Tongji's expression became more and more strange as the fight went on. He suddenly realized that the gap between himself and Yue Ling was much greater than he had imagined.

The opponent seemed to want to use his hand to integrate the three peerless spear techniques into one.

At the beginning, her marksmanship had occasional flaws, and he thought it was because she had just given birth to a child and was still feeling unwell. But later, the flaws became less and less, and the power of her marksmanship soared rapidly.

After one hundred and fifty moves, he could only defend himself but not fight back.

In other words, what he thought was a life-and-death battle, the other party was just sharpening their weapons...

Yue Ling did not answer, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, and all his mind was put into the spear skills. The momentum of Overlord Spear, the fierceness of Fire Spear, and the ease of Three-pointed Double-edged Spear gradually blended in the endless forging.

Until a spear light appeared, still immature but already illuminating Kyushu!

That was her unique shooting skill.

By the 200th move, the sky fire and thunder had become mere foils. Even the image of the Mingwang that held up the sky and shook the earth seemed to be eclipsed by Yue Ling's gun.

Boom!

The dragon-shaped spear head burning with flames seemed to pierce through the darkness of this world, like the first ray of dawn at the creation of the world.

Tongji's whole body stiffened. He slowly loosened his Bodhi fist seal, exhaled a long breath, and a trace of disappointment and loss appeared in his eyes.

The tip of the Overlord Spear stopped in front of his pupil, just a millimeter away. If Yue Ling had not restrained his strength, the spear would have penetrated his eye and pierced his skull.

"I lost. You are the real... heir of Ming Wang."

He looked at the dashing figure wearing the Fire Cloud Qilin Armor and holding the Overlord Panlong Spear, sighed softly, and from then on his desire to fight was extinguished.

This battle was open and aboveboard. The opponent had just given birth to a child and was not yet at his peak.

He was a man of great ability and accepted defeat with a sincere heart.

"I am not the descendant of Ming Wang, I am Yue Ling."

Yue Ling's voice was very calm, without any joy of victory, and her pronunciation was slow but firm.

Tongji was startled, then a look of realization appeared in his eyes. After a long while, he sighed and said, "No wonder I lost."

He was too obsessed with appearances, his eyes were only fixed on the Dharma of the Ming King, but he forgot that himself was the most important.

However, Yue Ling only regarded the Ming Wang Fa as a path of cultivation and never considered it supreme. As long as it was inappropriate, she would make drastic changes at any time.

Of all the things in the universe, I only trust the spear in my hand.

There is a difference between the two in their vision. Yue Ling has a longer-term vision and is more confident than him.

"Amitabha, thank you for your guidance, Deputy Supervisor Yue!"

Tongji's heart was touched, and he even had a flash of enlightenment in his practice. After this battle, he would go into seclusion to meditate, and he thought he would gain a lot.

Abandoning the Ming Wang Dharma and adopting other Dharmas may also be a blessing in disguise.

"We have already decided the winner. It looks like Master Zhang's battle... is almost over as well." Tongji looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Yue Ling, who had always been calm and composed, slightly raised her snow-white chin and revealed a faint smile after hearing this.

"Of course, my husband's talent is ten times better than mine!"

Tongji's face froze, and he suddenly felt a little redundant, as if he was being ostracized by the whole world.

……

Boom!

Zhang Jiuyang blasted Taoist Wuchen away with palm thunder, and trapped the purple and green swords with the innate Qi grasping power. Then a golden lamp jumped out from the Niwan Palace, and used the protective golden light shield to block the joint attack of the other immortals.

Then he suddenly turned his head, his eyes like a dragon and a tiger, and he let out a long roar, performing the Thunder Gate Lion Roar.

"Old monk... why don't you show your true form!!!"

Thousands of waves of sound overlapped, like the sound of a huge bell echoing between heaven and earth, mixed with the sounds of thunder and lions, sweeping back all the Sanskrit chanting of the monk Kongwen.

Stab it!

The seven-treasure cassock of the monk Kongwen even had cracks on it. It was one of the magic weapons handed down from Qingliang Temple, made of the seven treasures of Buddhism and had extremely strong defensive power.

The old monk groaned and a line of blood flowed from his ear.

Whoosh!
Zhang Jiuyang formed seals with his hands and stepped into the air. He first came to Nun Linghui and the Grand Elder of Bashu Sword Pavilion. With a wave of his long sleeves, he performed the method of "a cup of wine filled with the sea". It was as if he had the universe in his sleeves and directly took away the magic swords of the two top sword practitioners.

"Don't even think about taking my sword away!"

For a sword cultivator, there is nothing more humiliating than having his magic sword taken away by someone else, so the two sword cultivators were instantly furious and each of them performed sword gestures.

Zhang Jiuyang felt the sword energy flying in his sleeves like a storm, as if it was going to pierce through his purple sleeves and help him escape.

However, he just used the Tiandun sword power to make the two swords calm down.

puff!
The two sword masters spat out blood at the same time, their breath became weak, and after looking at each other, they finally lowered their proud heads.

"I'll admit defeat!"

They took a step back, already completely defeated, and even their magic swords were suppressed and taken away.

At this time, Taoist Wuchen had just dispelled the Five Thunder Qi in his body, but his chest, which had been hit by Zhang Jiuyang's palm thunder, was still aching slightly.

He glanced at his broken whisk, with a look of pain in his eyes.

"I'll admit defeat too!"

Zhang Jiuyang has already held back. If he continues to fight, he would be considered ignorant and might even become the next Taoist Youyun.

"Admit defeat, admit defeat!"

When Zhang Jiuyang looked over, the old dragon slayer, whose foot was covered in blood and whose eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding, was frightened and quickly admitted defeat.

The Taoist who moves mountains could no longer move mountains, because at this moment he himself was suppressed under the mountain, pressed firmly underground by the mountains moved by Zhang Jiuyang.

Master Yimei's Taoist robe was covered in black stains, and he also lost to Zhang Jiuyang in the competition of thunder magic.

The Five-Directional Thunder Seal of the Yuding Palace, combined with Wang Lingguan's palm thunder secret technique, eventually tore apart his Yin Thunder.

As for Taoist Fang Yuan, who had quietly started to set up the formation as soon as he came in, he had a wry smile on his face at this moment, because the battle was over when he had only completed 70% of the formation.

This is also the weakness of the formation master. Without advance preparation, it is often difficult to exert his power.

"Amitabha, I am also willing to admit defeat, Mr. Zhang, you win."

Kong Wen said calmly.

However, Zhang Jiuyang took the initiative to kill him.

"No one is disturbing me now, Gesang, let me experience the style of the first person in the Western Region Tantric Buddhism in the past 600 years!"

(End of this chapter)