The Buddha Kingdom in the palm exploded with just one punch. The Buddha's light and vitality exploded. The old monk's Taoism collapsed. His spiritual thoughts also collapsed under this punch. He could not condense or control the vitality. He could only look at his own secrets.

Technique collapses.

The old monk tried his best to stop the spread of this collapse, but was unable to do anything. This chain reaction was beyond his ability. The flesh and blood in his palms exploded inch by inch, spreading upwards.

This is the power of the three thousand avenues.

"Amitabha." The white-browed old monk, the current host of the Great Leiyin Temple, appeared silently. His dry palms gently rested on the monk's shoulders. A ray of Buddha's light bloomed, forcibly erasing the power of the Great Collapse Technique and preventing it from letting go.

Continue to spread.

"I'll do it!"

Another monk from the immortal stage stood up, transformed into three heads and six arms, and held a vajra, sun, moon, wheel and other magic weapons.

A killing sword jumped into Luo Mo's hand, and murderous intent swept through him, like a gleam on his back, as if the previous bloody sea and bone killings were all caused by this sword.

"What a terrifying murderous intention!"

"If he wasn't the Holy Son of Light, I would really suspect that the Son of God from the Killer Dynasty was born."

"Sin, sin, sin, such a powerful murderous aura, I don't know how many people have to be killed to achieve it."

Three heads and six arms can't stop the Wusheng Killing Sword. With one sword, no matter how many heads you have, it won't be enough to kill him.

Each and every Buddhist monk in the secret realm of Sendai felt the desire to win and wanted to win at least one move, because this could be regarded as communication.

However, they took turns to go into battle and used all kinds of Buddhist secrets, but Luo Mo saw their moves and defeated them with one move. There was absolutely no need for a second move.

After more than ten games, Buddhism showed more than ten kinds of secret techniques, and Luo Mo also used more than ten kinds of secret techniques to crack it. Both sides went back and forth, and it was very lively.

Not to mention some Buddhist monks with lower cultivation levels, even Jue Youqing, a leader in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, was dazzled by the sight.

It’s so exciting. Is this really the combat power that Hualong monks can achieve?

In the sky, an unprecedentedly powerful opponent appeared. His cultivation had reached the peak of the first level of Immortal Platform, and he was about to become a powerful monk.

Even though they were exchanging Buddhist teachings and Taoism, it would be too ugly to fail to win a single move, and it would weaken the reputation of Buddhism, so this half-step master also stood up.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has a method, and I would like to ask the Holy Son to observe it."

This half-step master showed his own cultivation without any reservations. If the other party was unwilling, he would naturally not force himself to practice it.

"Master, please!"

Naturally, Luo Mo would not refuse. Half-step power is indeed a bit over the top, but it doesn't matter if you just practice one move at a time. You can hone yourself.

The half-step master nodded slightly, then picked up the flower and smiled, and a piece of white crystal petals slowly flew towards Luo Mo.

The petals were flying, each afterimage was frozen, and then a new petal was formed, and soon there was a rain of flowers in the sky.

Boom!

The petals were light, but they directly penetrated the body-protecting divine power. Luo Mo had to take one of the petals with his body.

The petals fell on him like a big mountain pressing down, making a dull sound, carrying powerful principles, divine power, and the power of space. A petal was like a small world.

The half-powerful old monk changed his color. He didn't expect that the Holy Son of Light would dare to take his move with his physical body, and he even took it!

Luo Mo looked at his chest and saw a sunken mark there, like a fingerprint.

There was a crunching sound in the skin and flesh, and the broken bones reset.

What a magical power!

Being able to hurt yourself, even if the opponent is half-powerful, he is proud enough, and his offensive power is amazing!

This is just a petal, and there is a rain of flowers floating towards him.

"I can't break this trick for the time being." Luo Mo did not choose to continue.

As soon as he finished speaking, the flowers and rain in the sky scattered in all directions, turning into vitality and dissipating between heaven and earth. The half-step powerful old monk recited the Buddha's name and fell aside.

"The Holy Son's talent is unparalleled. He cannot be defeated unless he is at a high level. You should stop competing."

"Yes, host."

Master Baimei does not want the competition of force to continue, because it will only fulfill the reputation of the Holy Son of Light, and will step on their way to the throne in Buddhism.

If you lose dozens of people in a row, even if you are just exchanging Taoism and Buddhism, will others believe it if the news spreads? Shouldn't it be said everywhere that the Holy Son of Yaoguang defeated dozens of Buddhist disciples in the Western Desert and defeated all the invincible opponents in the Western Desert?

If something like this happened, Buddha would also be angry.

Now that the Holy Son of Light had given them a step, they just went down the slope. Why should they continue?

Is it a combat power that transcends the Eight Forbiddens?

"Let me think about it for a while, and then I'll discuss it with the master."

"The Holy Son will come at any time, and I will welcome you at any time."

Luo Mo has a good attitude, so naturally they also have a good attitude.

"I came to the Western Desert. In addition to asking for Buddhist teachings, I also want to learn a wonderful Buddhist method. I wonder if I can learn it."
Chapter completed!