The elephant was invisible and the sound was loud. The two of them gave a blow with all their strength, but it did not cause a roaring roar. Instead, it was silent and quickly intertwined and dissolved, turning the void into a piece of paste like it collapsed. This blow,

Moko did not rely on innateness

Lingbao did not use physical means such as physical strength, but only relied on its own spiritual perception of Buddhism. The platinum Buddha's light, which was like the Buddha of Ten Thousand Buddhas, after blooming, actually offset the woman's three palms, forming a posture of even strength.

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As fleeting as a stream of light, the two terrifying forces quickly melted into each other. The woman was extremely horrified, while Moko showed a sudden enlightenment on his face, and the bright white-gold pure Buddha light rippled around him, which was extremely holy and admirable.

At this moment, the pure essence of Buddhism was flowing in his mind, with the Three Lives Sutra of Ten Thousand Buddhas as the source and foundation, the three thousand Buddhist Dharmas vibrating together, the sound of Buddha chanting like a tide, and his eyes naturally showed the wisdom of a wise man.

At this moment, Moko's posture and situation were very similar to his mysterious master.

There is not a trace of distracting thoughts. Taking the Ten Thousand Buddhas and Three Lives Sutra as the source, a pure and thorough understanding ripples in my heart. The three thousand Buddhist sutras continue to resound, with ups and downs. Every time it is resounded, Moko has a brand new understanding. Every time it is resounded,

Moko has one

The sudden realization of enlightenment. Never before had Moko had such a profound understanding of the essence of Buddha. He was very organized. Even some of the mysteries of Buddhism that he had obtained the enlightenment of Benjing were completely used for his own purposes and integrated into it.

Among the three thousand dharma.

At that time, Moko's mysterious master used the golden light of infinite merit to create a Bodhi tree in his Buddha's kingdom. There were three thousand Bodhi seeds on it. Each one contained a kind of mystery of Buddhism. At this moment, he finally began to understand it and was truly understood.

Moko understands clearly.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like an instant. Moko felt that the Buddhist magical powers he used were all blending into each other, turning into a white-gold river, changing rapidly, rolling and swaying, containing infinite Buddhist essence, and began to condense rapidly, with a feeling of infinity.

The trend of condensation.

Moko's situation at this moment is clearly a sign of the ancient Buddha of Buddhism becoming a great Bodhisattva. The Dharma in his body is integrated, infinitely concentrated, and finally turned into a relic.

"Rumble..."

Naturally, an extremely powerful, noble, compassionate, and indescribable power burst out from Moko, getting stronger and stronger, extending in all directions, full of a grand and unparalleled flavor.

At this moment, the two forces that the two people had just struck with all their strength had melted away by seven or eight points. Except for an area that looked like a paste, it was extremely calm. However, the eight people, including the woman, could no longer calm down.

The six powerful Daluo Jinxian who had just been injured by Moko each used their own methods, either releasing magic weapons or using magical powers to block the momentum released by Moko at this moment, with a look of horror on their faces. And the one who was slightly weaker than the false saint

The man had a look of naked envy in his eyes.

"Hua Miaoran, this is a sign that he is going to be promoted to a great Bodhisattva. This person's potential is so terrifying. He just hit you with all his strength and was not defeated at all. He is not even a false saint. It seems that this person has very good Buddhist magical powers."

It's scary. Likewise, it's very difficult to get directly promoted. We can't let him do it!" The man-like man spoke coldly, with jealousy and awe in his eyes.

"Innate Divine Fist, break it for me!"

The opportunity was fleeting. This big man, who was only a little weaker than the false saint, shouted loudly. He was tall and majestic, as if he wanted to lead the world. In one move, he cleverly arrived in front of Moko. Countless shadow fists bombarded him.

And out.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, the big man hit forty-nine punches in a row! The punches were all covering the forty-nine acupuncture points on Moko's body. These forty-nine punches were like dragons, tigers, wolves, leopards, and meteors hitting the ground.

Like a disaster coming from the sky, it can be said that the essence of power is vividly expressed. At the same time, it is ethereal and agile, like an antelope hanging its horns, with no trace to be found. Moko punched another punch in addition to the forty-nine punches, the fiftieth punch!

It is said in ancient books that the number of Dayan is fifty, go to four and nine, and get one or fifty, which is the innate number of perfection. The innate divine fist of the Han Dynasty secretly follows this mystery.

This punch is simply a stroke of genius. No one can describe the intangibility of this punch, the agility of this punch, the nothingness of this punch, the terror of this punch, and the perfection of this punch.

This fiftieth punch seems to be a punch that does not exist at all, a punch that escapes and has infinite terrifying power.

Boom!

The big man punched out, looking down at the world and the earth, unstoppable. Naturally, there was an aura that dominated the universe. The turbulent air waves rolled around him, tearing the surrounding void into a turbulent flow, turning into a galactic vortex, which kept flowing.

Ascend.

Under this fiftieth punch, everything seemed irresistible and had to be torn apart and collapsed.

The face of the pseudo-sage named Hua Miaoran changed slightly. He swayed slightly, like butterflies flying. With a wave of his jade hand, a snow-white handkerchief suddenly flew up, spun around, and landed on the heads of the six Da Luo Jinxian.

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At the same time, the big man's powerful punch had completely struck down.

When the big man punched his fiftieth punch, Moko actually reached the most important moment of transformation. The mystery that merged into the river of Buddha was solidifying and condensing, and it was already the size of a washbasin. However, something was born in his body.

There was a feeling of endless succession, as if the Buddhist power in the body was not enough for advancement.

This situation is really scary. You must know that Moko's current Buddha Yuan Power is derived from the Buddha Power of Ten Thousand Buddhas and Three Lives, and it is also integrated with a large amount of ancient chaotic energy. The power of all sentient beings' wishes cannot be provided.

Sufficient support. Regarding this situation, Moko was slightly awe-struck, and then suddenly realized that his fusion this time can be said to be a mixture of three thousand Buddhist sutras, with the Ten Thousand Buddhas and Three Lives Sutra as the source, which is naturally very difficult.

After being powerless, the mystery of the Buddha that had been condensed into the size of a washbasin suddenly dispersed and once again turned into a white-gold river, flowing in Moko's body.

Moko suddenly opened his eyes. Although he was not promoted to become a great Bodhisattva this time, his strength was refined and condensed, and he rose to a higher level again. What greeted him with this kind of joy was the terrifying man.

A punch that dominates the world.

The fiftieth punch, the escaping punch, the innate divine fist!

"Amitabha......."

With a compassionate smile on his face, Moko slowly stretched out a finger, and a bright white-gold Buddha light suddenly bloomed on the fingertip, rushing like running water, and then, a white-gold lotus bloomed out.

, vivid and vivid, with a slight tremor, it spread like a dream, and faced the terrifying punch from the opposite side.

"Amitabha......"

There was a clear sound of Buddha's chant, and then three thousand sounds of Amitabha Buddha sounded in unison. The white-gold lotus flower, with a mysterious Zen feel, rotated slightly, and white-gold light bloomed, all of which were about the size of a thumb.

Platinum Buddha, there are thousands of these golden Buddhas, all of them are lifelike and vivid, facing the terrifying fifty punches.

In an instant, the world seemed to be destroyed at this moment. Terrifying power filled the air, and the void was filled with light. Platinum Buddha light and terrifying fist power were intertwined with each other. The situation was extremely horrifying, majestic and mighty.

Rumble.....

Amidst the roaring sky, the white-gold Buddha light surged, and a strange fragrance of lotus filled the air. The big man spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale. These were not counted, but the layer of gray that originally permeated the big man's body.

The airflow also collapsed together!

It was obvious that this gray air flow blocked the strange power here. It collapsed and affected the big man, and his face became more and more embarrassed.

"Go quickly!"

Hua Miaoran's charming face changed again, she gave a sweet shout, and with a flash of her body, she was already at the side of the big man. With a flick of her jade hand, a ball of colorful light bloomed, covering him all at once. At the same time,

The snow-white handkerchief protecting the six Da Luo Jinxian was also brilliant.

"Amitabha... All donors, please stay." He spoke calmly, and Moko felt as if the wind was light and the clouds were calm.

At the same time as he spoke, Moko moved and came to the side of the six Da Luo Jinxian. He raised his palm and transformed it into a huge golden Buddha palm. With a clever pinch, it formed a huge golden Buddha palm.

As soon as this fist seal came out, the six Da Luo Jinxian suddenly felt like they were suppressed in a trance. All colors, light, smells, sounds, etc. lost their color, and they became unconscious, without eyes or ears, and their thoughts seemed to be like

They no longer exist.

This is an ancient fist seal in Buddhism, the great Buddha seal hidden in the womb. Once unfolded, the person being cast will immediately fall into a state of thinking, no thinking, neither thinking nor non-thinking.

"Click! Click! Click!......"

The snow-white handkerchief cracked quickly, as if it could not withstand this terrifying pressure. The six Da Luo Jinxian inside roared and used their own methods, as if they were afraid of getting into Moko's way.

"Wind and Fire Banana Fan!"

Hua Miaoran gave a sweet shout, and a large-leaf banana fan suddenly appeared in the jade palm, showing two colors of green and red. An ancient chaotic energy flowed on it, and it suddenly stirred up.

The Wind and Fire Banana Fan originated from a banana tree with spiritual roots in the early days of the wilderness. It gave birth to two leaves in total, both of which were transformed into innate spiritual treasures. One was the famous banana fan, and the other was

It's the Fenghuo Banana Fan.

The Wind and Fire Banana Fan can induce evil winds and divine fires, which are extremely terrifying.

"Rumble..."

The terrifying roar swept across, Moko clasped his hands together, activated the wind-avoiding beads and the Ten Thousand Fire Alchemy Body, and allowed the wind and fire banana fan to incite the torrential divine fire wind, but remained unmoved. However, he transferred part of his power, and six Daluo Golden Immortals broke out together.

, knocking him back at once.

"Photography!"
Chapter completed!