Great Lord: Buddha has mercy on us, evil spirits please stay away

Chapter 464: The Lion-Dragon Fight Ends, Great Compassion Fist vs. Eight-part Buddha (Part )
"Buddha's wrathful lion seal!"

"The dragon swings its tail!"

When the battle between the lion and the dragon reached its final moment, Master Jin Jiu displayed his most powerful Buddhist fighting skills. His roar shook the mountains and rivers, showing the style of the guardian beast of Daling Mountain and the anonymous disciple of Monk Shi Zhen.

Nine heads opened their bloody mouths, and the golden nine-headed lion swallowed the sky and the earth, roaring in all directions, as if it could make all the beasts submit. Many people from the beast tribe felt fear and panic in their hearts, and turned away in horror, not daring to look again.

Nine huge spiral whirlpools of spiritual power surged between heaven and earth, converging into a peerless seal with rolling Buddha's light. On the seal, there was a peerless lion overlooking the world, roaring to the sky, with lion eyes looking around, fearless and full of oppression.

Many times when the Supreme Lord cast his eyes, he felt a tightness in his chest, as if he was oppressed by a huge object and couldn't breathe. Then someone exclaimed:

"This is one of the magical powers that guard Daling Mountain, the Buddha's wrathful lion seal, also known as the fearless lion seal. It is extremely ferocious and powerful, second only to the Sorrowful Deliverance of All Living Beings!"

"Isn't this the secret of Daling Mountain? How could the genius of the Golden Lion Clan use it?"

The Pavilion Master glanced at the man with disdain and said:
"You are surprised by what you have seen. The little lion has a close relationship with Palace Master Ye. As early as the Dragon Clan, Palace Master Ye had a face-to-face confrontation with Huang Jin and Xuehe Old Ghost for this little lion. This little lion fled from Daling Mountain with Palace Master Ye that year. It's not surprising that he would use this trick."

“In theory, the best performers of the Buddha’s Wrathful Lion Seal are the strong men of the Lion Clan. However, the most powerful Golden Nine-Headed Lion Clan of the Lion Clan had long been lost in ancient times. The last old lion was a figure 40,000 years ago, and it was only by relying on the legacy of the clan that its bloodline was able to evolve.

Unfortunately, his talent was not enough after all. He spent all the money in his clan but still failed to reach the Saint Level. The new generation of golden nine-headed lions was born, and they really had a great affinity with this method. "

The scolded Supreme Heavenly Master lowered his head in dismay and acted like a student, forgetting that the old guy was there and that he would learn to be more calm in the future.

“However, the Golden Nine-headed Lion clan is indeed not easy to appear. It requires extremely precious essence and blood to stimulate the evolution of its bloodline. This little lion seems to have a great chance.” The Lord of Tianji Pavilion rolled his eyes, confusion rising in his heart.

He vaguely remembered that if the Golden Nine-headed Lion clan wanted to evolve their bloodline, they would need the essence and blood of a saint-level warrior to succeed safely, and that warrior needed to have extremely powerful physical strength. Both the Dragon and Phoenix clans would not have much essence and blood of warriors of this level, after all, they couldn't let a living saint-level warrior bleed himself.

"I guess it was our young elder who helped him again. He is so generous." The Pavilion Master of Tianji secretly praised Ye Kong for his generosity. It was rare to think of the old friendship so much.

A certain young elder whose blood was being collected in front of him said with a dark face that you are really knowledgeable.

"So what do you think about the outcome of this battle?" Another Heavenly Supreme came up to the Pavilion Master and asked humbly.

"Win or lose? It's hard to say. Maybe the little lion can win slightly, but not by much."

The Pavilion Master raised his eyelids and pointed at Master Jin Jiu and said, "Did you see the fluorescence flowing on the little lion's hair? That is the sign of physical training. This little lion has practiced a special physical training method. With his physical body, he can shake the strong men of the same level. This is also one of his biggest reliances in crossing the border to defeat the early stage immortal heaven supreme of the ancient Futu clan."

After that, he changed the subject and pointed at Ao Youdi, whose dragon scales were shining brightly, whose dragon claws were majestic, and whose shadows were flying like thousands of war dragons, and said:
"Although this little dragon king of the dragon clan has not practiced any special body-building methods, he is the five-clawed golden dragon with the most powerful bloodline in the true dragon clan. He is born with an unparalleled strong body and has a vast amount of resources from the dragon clan. Although his body is not as good as that of the little lion, the difference is not too big."

"As for magical powers, the little lion's Buddha's wrathful lion seal is the top-notch magical power, and it is extremely compatible with the others. Its power is close to the thirty-six peerless magical powers. However, the little dragon king's dragon tail swing is just a free-hand move from the thirty-six peerless magical powers of the dragon clan, the Ancestral Dragon Festival. It is really hard to tell which one is better."

"You mean, they are likely to tie?" asked a Heavenly Supreme, holding his breath.

"Why don't you just look for yourself? Ask around. I don't know everything." The Pavilion Master glared at them, and the Supreme Beings quickly retreated.

“Roar——” “Ah——”

Before the Pavilion Master had even finished his words, the two long-brewing magical powers had already collided with each other. The sound waves of the golden lion turned into real sound waves, and the flying war dragon was not to be outdone. Its roar seemed to penetrate everyone's eardrums, and many masters of super powers had to cover their ears to prevent being accidentally injured.

"The noise made by these two guys fighting is too loud." Ye Kong muttered, and with a wave of his sleeves, a curtain of light descended, draining all the air and spiritual energy from the surrounding millions of feet of heaven and earth, fundamentally preventing the propagation of sound.

The world suddenly became quiet.

As one party finished his performance, another party took the stage. The disturbing noises from Master Jin Jiu and Ao Youdi disappeared, and Muchen's clear laughter resounded in the ears of many audiences.

"Master Yanni, I, Muchen, am here to meet you."

In a flash of light, Muchen's handsome figure appeared on the ring of the middle-stage spiritual supreme. He bowed to Yanni and called her "Master", showing full courtesy.

Yanni shook her head when she heard that, and stood with one hand in front of her body, and corrected her in a calm tone: "Don't call me Master, I can't bear it."

Muchen knew the other party's identity, but he still insisted on being polite and said with a smile: "I don't know much about Buddhism, but there are people in Buddhism who are worthy of my respect, so I have respect for Buddhist monks like you."

These words were not his own thoughts; they were the collective wisdom of the ancient Futu clan elders. He was just an emotionless parrot.

Ye Kong's mouth twitched as he watched from above, thinking to himself, can you, the young patriarch of the ancient Futu clan, have some shame? People who don't know this might think that I, Ye Kong, like to flatter people. There's no need to be so direct when flattering people in person.

Have you, a boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, learned all the ways of the world?

But you know what, this time it was much more natural than last time, it seems like he has practiced a lot.

Qing Yanjing couldn't help but turn her head away, an awkward smile showing on her gentle face. She glanced at Ye Kong's expression from time to time, and regretted persuading Muchen to learn this before.

When they discussed it, they decided that Mu Chen should say this when he met a Buddhist master after the fight. But the first Buddhist master he met turned out to be the second disciple of Palace Master Ye...

As long as you care about the people, you can appear more sincere.

Yanni was also a little speechless, thinking that you really don't know how to find someone. A polite yet sincere smile appeared on her pretty face, and she said, "That's fine, Chief Mu, please help."

"Okay." Muchen nodded, his tense face relaxed, the Holy Pagoda shone brightly in his eyes, crystal spiritual power flowed throughout his body, and then he stomped his feet on the ground, his body shot out like an arrow, and punched out heavily, like a ghost.

The punch is like a torrent, containing great power. Even a Heavenly Supreme in the late spiritual stage would be seriously injured if he didn't handle it carefully, and his cultivation would be sealed, and he would become a lamb to be slaughtered from then on!
Yanni revealed a faint smile, and her body floated to the side as if it had no weight before the fist was about to land, lightly avoiding Muchen's punch that was sure to land.

"How come it's so fast?"

Muchen punched the light curtain outside the ring. Before he could turn around, Yanni, who appeared behind him, condensed her fists and formed seals. In front of her, a group of green lion and white elephant Buddha shadows emerged, which trampled down from the air as if to crush Muchen into a meat pie.

“What a fast speed! I must use some powerful means.” Muchen turned around and threw a few punches. Suddenly, a purple flame burned in his palm, and it soared into the sky along with a crystal fist print, spreading to half of the arena. The Green Lion and White Elephant continued to attack, but the purple flame burned more and more vigorously, as if it had devoured the spiritual power of the Green Lion and White Elephant.

Eight purple moons slowly rose on Muchen's body, representing that the purple flame was his spiritual vein magical power, the Soul Devouring Purple Flame.

"A flame that can burn spiritual energy? What a powerful method." The offensive was broken up, Yanni frowned slightly, and her heart paid more attention to Muchen.

"If you can't use your spiritual power, then use your physical body. I don't believe that your physical body is stronger than mine."

Yanni saw the mystery of Muchen's magical power. Facing the howling sea of ​​fire, she did not dodge or avoid it, allowing the purple flame sea to envelop her.

Seeing this, Muchen narrowed his eyes slightly. He certainly didn't think that he could easily defeat this disciple of Palace Master Ye, but the other party's current actions still surprised him greatly.

The power of his Swallowing Purple Flame is quite extraordinary, and its burning force is incomparable to ordinary ones.

boom!
Just as Muchen's mind was flashing with thoughts, the sea of ​​fire suddenly exploded, and Yanni's figure shot out. There was not a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation in her body, her blood was boiling, and her skin was as radiant as jade. She used her absolute physical strength to resist the purple flame.

She closed all her pores, including her spiritual power pores, preventing the Swallowing Purple Flame from burning spiritual power and turning it into rootless water. She then broke the flames with her tyrannical physical strength!
"Can you resist the purple flame with your physical body? Oh no, I've chosen the wrong opponent this time." Muchen groaned in his heart. He never expected that a woman who looked so delicate could be an expert in physical cultivation.

Aren't there many strong people who practice physical cultivation in the world? How did I happen to run into one? Wu Zu is said to have a strong physical body, but I haven't seen Miss Lin temper her physical body.

"Master Mu, I have learned some tricks from my master. I wonder if they are worthy of your attention?"

The method of physical training that Yanni practiced was naturally the Vajra Indestructible Body. She put her arms in the posture of the Great Compassion Fist, and giant golden Buddha statues with compassionate expressions quickly formed behind her, making her look like a Bodhisattva who saves the world.

"Great Compassion Fist, compassion for the world!"

A look of compassion appeared on Yanni's face. She connected the power of heaven and earth with her own spirit, gathering infinite spiritual energy from all directions. As the wind and clouds changed, Yanni's delicate fist suddenly blasted out, like an endless tsunami wave, sweeping across heaven and earth.

“This punch almost perfectly integrates the three forces of body, spirit and soul. Even a quasi-immortal level strongman cannot ignore it. The little girl has such a high talent.” This is the second time the Pavilion Master has shown amazement since he saw the Seven Styles of Hunyuan. This time, what surprised him was Ye Kong’s second disciple.

"I heard from you that this punch is very powerful?" Tian Zhizun, who was next to the Master of Tianji Pavilion and had been scolded by him several times, asked again.

It doesn’t matter if I’m criticized a few times, as long as my curiosity is satisfied.

"Of course! The Great Compassion Fist is the first magical power inherited by the Joyful Zen Sect. After being studied and supplemented by generations of saintly masters, there should be a total of seventeen moves of boxing so far, and its power is comparable to the thirty-six peerless magical powers." The Pavilion Master said without hesitation, with amazement in his eyes.

"Moreover, this boxing style also has certain requirements for one's state of mind. The greater the stimulation to one's state of mind and the more experience one has, the faster one can cultivate it and the greater its power. This little girl experienced a major change in her life not long ago, so she is very compatible with the Great Compassion Boxing."

“Hehe, this Young Clan Leader Muchen chose the wrong opponent. The magical power of the Eight Divine Veins he used was suppressed by the little girl’s Buddhist body training method. Now that he has used such a powerful magical power, I’m afraid he will not be able to escape the fate of defeat.”

The Tianji Pavilion Master had a gloating smile on his face like an old naughty boy. He was looking forward to the expressions of the ancient Futu clan elders after seeing Muchen's defeat. It should be very exciting.

Under the Wujing Pavilion, Lin Jing puffed up her cheeks and lowered her head, mumbling with regret,

"If I had known this earlier, I would have endured the pain and practiced my father's Qing Tian Hua Long Jue. If my body was as strong as Sister Yanni's, I would definitely not lose."

Lin Diao on the side pretended not to hear and thought to himself that with such a playful and lazy personality, it would be a miracle if you could practice hard.

"Well, I've decided. When my idol gets those two magical powers back, I will practice hard and never fall behind others again. I've really embarrassed myself today..."

A flame of persistence and perseverance burned in Lin Jing's eyes. He was determined to bid farewell to his lazy life and start practicing again.

On the high platform, Ye Kong had just thrown Ao Youdi, who was almost beaten into a dead dragon, and Master Jin Jiu, who had eight injured heads, off the stage to rest, when he felt two eager eyes staring at him.

Turning around, I saw Lin Jing, whose eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"It seems that being defeated doesn't feel good."

Ye Kong smiled secretly in his heart, spread out his hands, and the scroll containing the Qingtian Hualong Jue and the Dahuang Prisoning Heaven Finger appeared in his hands.

Ye Kong divided his mind and probed into it. He was doing two things at the same time, acting as a judge and comprehending the magical powers.

At the same time, Muchen, who was fighting Yanni head-on, was knocked back thousands of feet by a Great Compassion Fist. The crystal boxing gloves covering the surface of his palms broke, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Wow--"

The space twisted like flowing water, and a nine-story crystal pagoda with brilliant light broke through the air and appeared above Muchen's head, shedding spiritual light and healing his injuries.

"The Holy Pagoda is very powerful, but it is not enough to suppress me. Great Sadness Fist, mixed feelings of sadness and joy!"

Yanni is as brave as any man. She uses the second style of Great Compassion Fist, an expression of half joy and half sadness appears on her face. As she changes the moves with her slender hands, shadows of holy Buddhas accompany her body, making her like a Dharma guardian Vajra, sacred and indestructible.

The pressure like a landslide and tsunami suddenly erupted, but Muchen remained calm and said with a smile:

"That may not be the case, Master Yanni, you can also try my Eight-Part Buddha."

"boom--"

The Holy Pagoda shook, and eight black lights stretched out from the tower and transformed into eight huge and ferocious golems.

Seeing that another of the thirty-six peerless magical powers had appeared, many people's faces changed. Ye Kong frowned slightly, and a light of inspiration surged in the palm of his right hand. He was ready to save the situation at any time.

The carrier of the Eight-Part Pagoda is the Holy Pagoda, which is a sacred object of immortal grade. However, Yanni is unarmed and has to be on high alert.

(End of this chapter)