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Chapter 208: A Finger Outside the Phantom Yin, Zhao Ti's Temperament
Zhao Ti's Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra had already reached the tenth level of perfection and was infinitely close to the eleventh level.

This palm was far from being comparable to Huo Linglong's ninth-level perfection. The "rumbling" sound continued to be heard, and the dragon roars and elephant roars were violent and shaking continuously.

At this time, the monk relied on his golden energy and was hardly injured by external forces and immune to all poisons. Seeing Zhao Ti's powerful palm, although his face changed color, he still did not dodge or evade, and rushed towards him like an ancient beast.

The palm wind hit the monk directly. The monk let out a loud cry and his body was immediately slowed down. Finally, he fell backwards due to inertia and returned to his original place.

"Demon monks, demon monks, you are all demons!" The monk in front shouted, "You are impersonating the Buddha, pretending to be Buddha, after the Buddha enters Nirvana and is reborn, all demons will be destroyed forever."

What does that mean? Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes. It was not surprising that the monk recognized that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra was also a Buddhist practice, but what did he mean by pretending to be a Buddha and faking the Buddha's practice?

If Jiumozhi is described as a demon pretending to be a Buddhist, it is understandable. After all, they are opponents at the moment and are attacking each other. But it is a bit strange to say that the Buddhist skills are fake Buddha's skills.

Jiumozhi was also stunned at this moment, and Huo Linglong was also confused.

Zhao Ti looked at the monk with an expressionless face. The tenth level of Great Perfection of Dragon Elephant Prajna was not enough, but the opponent was able to take it head-on. This showed how strong his internal strength was, how high his realm was, and how profound his skills were.

But didn't the other party use secret methods to stimulate his potential and promote his improvement to show that kind of temperament? Or has this monk already reached this level?
The monk swung his fists and rushed forward again. The wind from his fists was as strong as iron and it was impossible to resist him. The energy brought by his body seemed to blow up a gust of golden wind. All the people from the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands were swept aside, and even Huo Linglong stumbled and fell away.

Jiumozhi used both the Flame Blade and the Great Compassion Fist, but was still no match for the monk and was beaten back again.

At this moment, the monk seemed to just want to leave this place. He did not chase after anyone to kill them, but ran straight out.

Zhao Ti clenched his fists and suddenly used the first move of the thirty-three moves of Taizu Long Fist, Flying Sky, which he had only used once at Wuyazi.

The punch he used now was different from the one he used then. His internal strength back then was not as strong as it is now, nor was he as skilled as it is now. This punch seemed to carry the power of heaven, extremely majestic, and went straight towards the monk.

The monk threw a punch to meet the blow. This time, unlike the previous one where he just took the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, he collided head-on. There was a loud explosion, but Zhao Ti did not move. The monk shouted, "It turns out that he is not a fake Buddha, but a heretic. The heretic should be destroyed!"

Zhao Ti snorted coldly, and Youtian used the second move of Taizu Changquan again.

This was the first time he used this move after he had comprehended the second posture. The wind from his fist was whistling, stirring up sand and dust, and his powerful energy was like a swimming dragon, sweeping towards the monk.

The monk was still shirtless and using the golden boxing technique. This boxing technique was absolutely impeccable, without any weaknesses. With the power to split mountains and split rocks, it collided head-on with Youlong's force, making a deafening noise, and the energy overflowed, and the air seemed to be torn apart.

The two men couldn't help but take three steps back. Zhao Ti's body was as fast as lightning. He tapped with two fingers, and the Phantom Yin Finger Qi came out. Then he shook it slightly, and slapped with all his strength the Ice Palm. Then he used the Great Shift of the Universe, the Change of the Stars, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, and the first and second moves of the Taizu Long Fist in succession.

The monk was forced to retreat step by step, but he did not seem to be seriously injured. Anger appeared on his face, and he hesitated for a while, but in the end, he seemed to have decided on something important, and his temperament suddenly changed.

He was vaguely alternating between the old and new temperaments, but at this moment, his entire body was covered by the old temperament.

Ancient, dim, dilapidated, decadent, decaying, yet eternally unchanging.

He seemed to be completely different from before. He was shining with golden light, full of vigor and vitality, and in his prime, but now he seemed infinitely old, just like the old music played from a dim lyre, stale and decayed. He changed his fist into a palm and slapped out with it. The golden light on his body flickered, and this palm was faintly accompanied by the sound of Buddhist scriptures, as if the Buddha was preaching on Mount Vulture Peak and the disciples were praising him in low voices.

Jiumozhi's expression changed drastically at this moment, and he even showed a trace of panic: "Impossible, this is the voice of the true Buddha, donor, be careful!"

Zhao Ti raised his eyebrows slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his body suddenly changed. With the blessings of the Shenzu Sutra, the Lingbo Weibu, and the Sunflower Manual, he was like a dark light and smoke, shuttling under the opponent's palm shadow.

This palm was like a shadow following him, covering him. No matter where he went, it seemed that he could not escape, leave or hide from it.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Ti's shadow seemed to be corroded and decayed by the opponent's palm. Faintly, his clothes began to wear out, his hair seemed to be turning pale little by little, and he looked a little old.

Everyone wanted to help, but they couldn't move forward at all. Their bodies were frozen, as if every step they took was not a step at all, and they returned to the previous step in an instant. Their feet didn't move at all, and time seemed to have stopped at a moment in the past.

Zhao Ti didn't remember how many steps he ran, but he himself knew that he was not actually trying to escape from the palm strike. Instead, he was going upstream, rushing forward under the opponent's palm force, approaching the opponent and running in front of the opponent.

The rotten shadow, the worn-out clothes, the gray hair, and the whole old figure are all fake.

Everything is fake, illusory, and a dream. When the fake is made to appear real, the real becomes fake; when there is nothing, there is something and when there is something, there is nothing!
He was three feet away from the other person. He raised his hand and pointed a finger. This finger was like a dream, real and fake, real and unreal, and seemed to exist and not exist.

This finger was exactly the Phantom Yin Finger Technique that the Empress Dowager Gao Taotao had on her hand when she passed away.

This finger is not in the Phantom Yin Sutra, nor is it included in the records of the six levels of Phantom Yin Finger.

No one knew where this finger came from or where it went. When it was wielded by Zhao Ti, there was no trace to follow, no countless traces to be found, and no trace to be identified.

At this moment, Zhao Ti's temperament changed in the haze, and it became a coexistence of illusion and reality, truth and falsehood, existence and non-existence. I am real, so how can I talk about illusion? I am illusory, so how can I talk about reality?

His finger left no trace, no true or false, like a dream, like an illusion, like the false but the true, and he pointed it towards the monk.

In an instant, it broke through the palm power of the past, broke through the layers of golden light, broke through the ancient and decayed aura on the monk's body, and directly pointed to his chest.

“No, this is impossible…” The monks roared, the Buddhist scriptures in the energy seemed to be wailing, the Buddhists were trembling, and the Buddha remained silent.

The golden light on the monk's body dimmed and disappeared, his body cracked layer by layer, his eyes were full of panic and disbelief, and there were countless doubts and confusion.

His body exploded with a "bang" and scattered all around. The man in the black robe behind him fell backwards and rolled very far away.

After Zhao Ti pointed out this finger, his figure disappeared in an instant like a puff of light. Before he knew it, he was already standing in front of everyone, as if he had never made a move before...

(End of this chapter)