Hong Huang: I am Kong Xuan, the first person above the saints

Chapter 248: The Kingdom of Buddha in the Palm of Your Hand
"I want to see how long you can hold on. Unless you have sincere faith in me, no living being can escape the sea of ​​suffering and reach the other side."

To be honest, Amitabha Buddha had a little admiration for Kong Xuan in his heart, but of course, it was only a little bit.

Now Kong Xuan is trying to stop him from refining the primordial chaos. He has only one thought about Kong Xuan, and that is - kill him.

What Amitabha Buddha didn’t know was that under the oppression of the sea of ​​suffering, in Daluo Heaven, Kong Xuan’s consciousness fell into a peculiar state.

The mythical Daluo - the thirty-six heavens were running at a terrifying speed. Unknowingly, it had reached the eleventh heaven. The fastest time flow rate in Daluo heaven doubled again, reaching two thousand and forty-eight times.

The further you go, the more terrifying the improvement will be after doubling.

And Kong Xuan was still immersed in cultivation.

the other side.

After his cultivation level was improved by Amitabha Buddha, Jie Yin left Mount Xumi and quickly found Zhu Rong, one of the eleven ancient witches who was attacking the Buddha statue.

"Brother Kong Xuan is right. When I don't think you are strong, then you are not strong."

As he spoke, Zhu Rong transformed into a flaming giant that was bigger than the Buddha statue and punched at the Buddha statue.

"stop--"

Upon seeing this, Jie Yin roared angrily, and the Buddha's light shone on his body. He rushed towards Zhu Rong in an instant, trying to stop him from destroying the Buddha statue.

However, Zhu Rong seemed not to hear the voice of Jie Yin behind him at all, and ignored Jie Yin's attack. Zhu Rong's fist smashed hard on the Buddha statue. The huge impact force caused countless cracks to appear on the Buddha statue in an instant.

At the same time, Jie Yin's attack also landed on Zhu Rong's back, knocking Zhu Rong away.

"Your strength is not bad."

The next moment, Zhu Rong stood up, twisted his body, and acted as if nothing had happened.

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Jie Yin, who was originally furious, felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on him.

Although he did not use his innate spiritual treasure in the previous attack, he did not hold back either. He really used all his strength.

However, this full-strength attack only knocked Zhu Rong away without causing any injury.

Jie Yin didn't know that the Ancestral Witch who practiced the Nine Revolutions Profound Art was treating his physical body as an acquired spiritual treasure to be refined, and the more he practiced, the more powerful and terrifying his physical body became.

Although Jie Yin is currently one small realm higher than Zhu Rong, without a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, Jie Yin will not be able to break Zhu Rong's defense.

After a brief silence, Jie Yin directly used his magical power - Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, and a huge golden palm fell from the sky.

The golden palm rose from the ground like a towering mountain. Above the palm, the Buddha's light was shining brightly. The sacred light flowed like a golden river, emitting extremely strong oppression, causing Zhurong's body below to sink slightly.

The golden lines are like mysterious runes, interweaving into complex and magnificent patterns on the surface of the palm, as if containing endless Buddhist mysteries.

Amid the shining Buddha's light, there was a faint sound of Sanskrit chanting, ethereal and solemn, as if it could penetrate the soul, making people feel pious involuntarily.

Of course, Zhurong, as the ancestor of witches, didn’t feel anything about this. He had his own belief, and that was his only belief - Pangu.

No one can change this.

"Well done."

Zhu Rong looked at the golden palm above his head and was not surprised but happy.

Ever since the deaths of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, he hasn't encountered an equally powerful opponent for a long time.

Either he is too strong like Luohou, or he is vulnerable. Hearing this, Jie Yin snorted coldly and concentrated on displaying his magical powers.

This huge golden hand slowly descended, and wherever it passed, the space seemed to be frozen, and the air became heavy. It was like an independent little world, emitting a strong attraction, as if to take everything into it.

In the Buddha's kingdom in the palm of your hand, pavilions and towers are looming, golden lotus flowers are in full bloom, and the Buddha's figure is solemn and dignified, giving people a feeling of tranquility and sacredness.

With the arrival of the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of his hand, a tremendous force enveloped Zhu Rong, as if to suppress him completely.

Zhu Rong felt the tremendous power, and a burning desire to fight burned in his eyes.

He roared, and the flames on his body instantly rose higher, rushing up into the sky like a raging sea of ​​fire. The flames and the Buddha's light emitted from the golden palm collided with each other, making bursts of roaring sounds.

The space was shaking constantly under the impact of these two powerful forces, as if it would collapse at any time. Zhu Rong was not afraid of the oppression of the Buddha Kingdom in his palm. He stood straight, like an unshakable mountain.

Jie Yin had a solemn expression on his face, and he tried his best to control the Buddhist kingdom in his palm, trying to suppress Zhu Rong.

However, Zhu Rong's power was far beyond his imagination. Although the golden palm was powerful, its descent speed became extremely slow due to Zhu Rong's resistance.

At the same time, Di Jiang, who was not far away, noticed the abnormality here and came to the edge of the battlefield.

The appearance of Dijiang also made Jie Yin, who was fighting with Zhurong, feel depressed.

After he broke through to quasi-saint perfection with the help of Amitabha Buddha, he originally thought that he could fight against twelve people alone.

But reality slapped him hard in the face.

It was difficult for him to deal with an ancestor witch alone.

"Brother, don't interfere. I haven't exercised for a long time. Don't worry about me and go destroy the Buddha statue." Zhu Rong shouted.

Upon hearing this, Di Jiang looked at the battlefield, then nodded slightly, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

While Jie Yin felt relieved by Di Jiang's departure, he was also extremely anxious.

Amitabha asked him to stop the ancestor witches from destroying the Buddha statues. He did stop them, but he could only stop one. The other ancestor witches continued to destroy the Buddha statues.

But at this moment, he was entangled by Zhu Rong and could not free himself to stop other ancestor witches.

The flames on Zhu Rong's body became more and more fierce, constantly hitting the golden palm.

The raging sea of ​​fire seemed to burn everything to ashes, and its collision with the Buddha's light became more and more intense.

The roar continued to echo in the air, the space continued to break, and then collapsed under the collision of the two people.

The huge roar brought Jie Yin back to his senses. He looked at Zhu Rong with a cold light in his eyes.

Now he was entangled by Zhu Rong and had no time to split himself to stop other ancestor witches. The only way was to get rid of Zhu Rong first.

However, if one wants to deal with Zhu Rong, the magical powers of the Buddha alone are obviously not enough.

As soon as Jie Yin had the thought, he summoned out the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, which he got from the Fenbao Cliff, and then it shot towards Zhu Rong's forehead like lightning.

Before the demon-subduing pestle arrived, Zhu Rong felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows. Without caring about anything else, Zhu Rong reached out and grabbed the demon-subduing pestle.

"Out of control."

Jie Yin sneered upon seeing this, and infinite black thunder power was released from the Demon Subduing Pestle. The black thunder power spread instantly, pouncing towards Zhu Rong like countless ferocious poisonous snakes and wrapping around Zhu Rong's arms.

(End of this chapter)