The monks stood up with one palm, and were pious and respectful, and recited the "Diamond Paramita Sutra" lightly together. This sutra claims that Mahayana is Prajna, and Prajna is Mahayana, which explains the principle that all dharmas are "empty and illusory" and is praised by Buddhist believers as

"The wisdom father of all Buddhas, and the wisdom mother of Bodhisattvas." The Vajra Prajna Palm master takes the true meaning of the Buddhist scriptures and contains the supreme power. In Wuxiang Temple, it is only weaker than the magical power of Wuxiang, and the Maha Prajna mantra, which ranks among all the unique skills.

The third place.

The sound of Sanskrit echoes, cleaning up the demonic energy and counteracting the erosion of the meaning of destruction.

Fu Jingtao's hair was upside down, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted loudly: "My life is up to me, not to heaven!" The sound was like a big bell and drum, and it immediately overwhelmed the chanting of scriptures and resounded throughout the woods.

His body suddenly bounced up, his arms rotated, and his fists continued to accelerate, layer after layer of earth-yellow qi covered the surface of his arms and fist. The high-speed friction air seemed to burn.

Destroy all things with one punch and cut off all the vitality of the enemy.

I saw him as if he was looking down on the ordinary demons, and a destructive fist that swept across the battlefield, making the monks and swordsmen feel uncomfortable and almost vomiting blood. If they hadn't had a strong trust in Wuneng, they would have fought for the first time.

When they escaped, they really didn't have the courage to face this inhuman demon.

Fu Jingtao's Fist of Destruction has undergone many temperings and actual combat, and has already reached the state of receiving and receiving from the heart, but not being skillful. In addition, he has recently realized the wonderful use of the spiritual energy of the earth. The fist power is superimposed like a mountain, and the lethality is terrifying.

This punch broke through the air, fierce, domineering, tough, firmly locked in his enlightenment. No matter what his status and status he was, he would first kill him!

Even though he is as strong as Wuneng, he will change color slightly before this Fist of Destruction, and the skin feels like a tingling needle. It is worthy of being the top of the list. Li Yaoguang is not unfair!

He did not dare to support himself. His true energy was poured into his palms, and his handprints were transformed into standing palms, like a door panel facing the terrifying iron fist. The palm technique changed to simplified, returned to the essence, without any breath of fireworks when swung away.

There are no flaws on it.

The fist falls like a meteor, and the palm goes up to the sky like a breeze.

Boom! The wind and thunder shake, and the mud waves roll.

The moment the fist hit the palm, the invisible waves of energy exploded and spread rapidly to all directions - dust was flying, leaves fell, and the monks and swordsmen were punched in the chest, and they couldn't help but go back.

Go back and subconsciously close your eyes.

The figures suddenly merged and parted.

Fu Jingtao swept three or four feet away, his throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out, and the fighting spirit in his eyes increased instead of decreasing. Wuneng suddenly became shorter, his feet were deep in the soil, so he stood there.

As the core, dozens of twisted cracks spread radially.

Fu Jingtao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and sneered: "Master, your unique skills in Wuxiang Temple are nothing more than this! In another five years, you will never be able to stop my Fist of Destruction!"

Wuneng only felt a faint pain in his palms and was shocked. How old is this little devil? How could he practice the ultimate boxing technique that is almost unsolvable? Fortunately, his Wuying Divine Arts has a deep foundation, resisting the terrifying impact of the boxing force, and

Transmit the power of the recoil to the ground under your feet in time. Otherwise, you will be embarrassed this time! You said in a deep voice: "Don't swear! With your limited cultivation, how many more times can you use similar boxing moves?"

The problem of enlightenment hit the nail on the head. Fu Jingtao's cultivation level was still shallow. He just focused on ten successful forces in his punch, used the qi and blood technique, and summoned the spiritual energy of the earth to bless him. Although he only punched one punch, he actually had all his strength.

Take time and do it on the outside but the inside.

Fu Jingtao was seen through the truth and felt a chill in his heart. The martial arts value of Wuneng was too high and could not be defeated by cleverness. Could it be that he was doomed this time? His eyes flew to the left and right sides, trying to find a gap to break through.

Wuneng's handprint was opened, and a mysterious aura covered Fu Jingtao, like a huge rock pressing down on his head, shouting: "Don't you kneel down to repent to the Buddha?"

Fu Jingtao clenched his fists, his spine straightened, and said with a smile: "The head can be broken and blood can flow. It is impossible to kneel down!"

Wuneng snorted coldly and was about to come out of his palm from the air. A low voice suddenly sounded: "The bald donkey in Wuxiang Temple is getting back to life. He is very skilled in bullying the small with the shameless act!"

Disdain and ruthless murderous intent.

Wuneng was creepy, and an uncontrollable sense of crisis spread across his heart. He picked up a convenient shovel and crossed his chest, frowned and said, "Who is it? Get out!"

The monks and swordsmen raised their weapons vigilantly and were ready to fight.

I saw a black shadow flashing in the forest, and a man and a woman walked proudly. The man was tall, wearing a half-skeleton mask on his face, his eyes were like cold lightning, and his slanted back demon blade, as if a demon god was walking in the world, everywhere he could see it

It was the mud of ant. The woman behind him was as beautiful as fire, with white skin as snow, and her body exuded a magical power of seduction. Her pretty face was hidden behind the thin black veil, her beautiful eyes were flowing, mysterious and moving, enough to distort all living beings.

Wuneng's face changed drastically and he said in a lost voice: "Demon Lord Xiao Hen!"

Xiao Hen's feet seemed slow and fast. He raised his hand and whipped the branches scattered on the ground shot forward angrily, as fast as a sudden rain, three points faster than the arrow from the string!

Wuneng shouted: "Do not to go!"

Pupp! The blood mist burst out and screamed to the sky. The monks and swordsmen were pierced by branches and fell to the ground one after another and twitched, and blood flowed into a river. In a blink of an eye, the woods became a Shura killing field.

The strong smell of blood is so irritating.

Wuneng screamed, "Xiao Hen, why did you slaughter my Wuxiang Temple monk and the Nantang swordsman?"

Xiao Hen said coldly: "I need a reason if I want to kill you?"

Wuneng's chest was suffocated and suppressed his anger and said, "Xiao Hen, have you been crazy and dared to be enemies with the Southern Tang Dynasty? Even if the number of people in your Heavenly Demon Sect has increased tenfold, it will still be a swaying tree and killing itself.

!Sajia advises you not to do stupid things and retreat quickly!”

Xiao Hen said: "Not mentioning the blood feud between the five major families in the Southern Tang Dynasty and my Xiao family, you bald donkey hurt my son regardless of your identity. It would be too much for me to be a father to seek justice, right?"

Wuneng stared at Fu Jingtao incredibly, and suddenly said, "No wonder you have extraordinary magic skills and amazing talent. It turns out that you are the son of the Demon Lord!"

Fu Jingtao shrugged and said, "Don't listen to Xiao Hen's nonsense, I'm not his son."

Xiao Hen couldn't help but smile bitterly. Even if he led the Demon Sect and ranked among the master of martial arts, he still had no choice but to deal with this stubborn and stubborn boy. Who made this kid the only descendant of the Xiao family now?

Luo Ming said angrily: "Jingtao, why are there no big or small?"

Fu Jingtao was not able to refute her face and clasped his fists and said, "I've seen the Demon Lord!"

Xiao Hen sighed, "You don't need to be so irreconcilable between you and me."

Fu Jingtao knew that it was not a coincidence that Xiao Hen came here, and this favor could not be pushed away no matter how hard he pushed it. He nodded at him and took out the pill as if no one else was around to swallow it.
Chapter completed!