Chapter 2 Tathagata Divine Palm Expels Demons and Conquers Demons
"In the third battle, Anilaoma please appear."
Hearing the call from outside, Sun Wu bravely walked out. It is normal that no one in the group of monks knew who this dark-faced little novice monk was, but with the example of Fei Lianxiu in front of him, Kucha The abbot didn't object, and all the monks in the temple kept silent, pretending that nothing was wrong.
The enemy Sun Wu faced was tall and strong. He stood upright in front of Sun Wu, like a tall tree. The shadow formed by his body covered Sun Wu, as if it were ominous as a dark cloud.
"Wow... this black man is so tall. He is almost the same as Beigong Luohan and the others. Did he eat something or put something on his body to make him look like this?" No one knows what he ate, but If it was said that something was installed, Sun Wu believed that it was absolutely possible. The two monks from before, one with hands and one with legs, both had magic weapons buried in their bodies. This big black man had a strange appearance and a head as big as a bucket. There's definitely something weird about it.
"Could it... be the leader?" Sun Wu had doubts in his heart. According to the etiquette of a martial arts competition, he bent down and bowed down, thinking about the enemy's possible flaws. Unexpectedly, before he had time to raise his head, the monk was shocked. He roared, opened his mouth, and a blazing fire spurted out.
"Ah? Is it really the head?"
Sun Wu fled in a hurry, but the flames were already coming, and the monk's robes caught fire, burning him in a very embarrassed state. Finally, he had a solid cultivation of the golden bell. When the flames burned his body, he mustered up the six levels of golden bell energy, and the golden light lingered around him, and he was forced to fight. The flames drove away three inches from the body.
The group of monks present looked at each other in astonishment when they saw each other spitting fire. They thought this was unbelievable, but they also heard that there was a line of strange martial arts outside the region. The disciples were good at playing the flute to drive away snakes, swallowing swords, and spitting fire. This monk might be a cultivator. It's not necessary to practice that kind of magic, and they can't make too much fuss; and when they saw Sun Wu's golden bell, it was the most authentic Cihang Jingdian martial arts, the group of monks cheered, but not long after these cheers It turned into shock again, everyone had the same problem.
This young man seems to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he has actually mastered the Golden Bell Shield to the sixth level. Although this is not unprecedented, it is really amazing. Moreover, the secrets of the Golden Bell Shield above the sixth level are never spread to outsiders. If he can train the Golden Bell to the sixth level, he is undoubtedly a disciple of this temple, but why is he so unfamiliar again?
Countless surprised eyes were focused on Sun Wu, but he was too busy to pay attention. He carried the golden bell with all his strength and tried to attack in the flames. However, when the raging fire finally opened, he hit the enemy with a heavy punch on the waist. His body was as hard as steel, but the shock made his hand bones ache.
"What an amazing body-protecting hard skill! It's the first time I encountered this kind of skill. It might be harder than the golden bell, as if it were hit on a real steel plate... Huh?" Sun Wu was stunned for a while, because it was a bit weird. I am puzzled by the feeling of the hand. It is not that I have never encountered a body-protecting magical skill that is stronger and more difficult to break than this, but it is like this. It is extremely close to the touch of metal and cannot feel the softness of flesh and blood. This is really the first time. once.
After a failed blow, Sun Wu wanted to use his phantom body technique to get around behind the enemy, but the monk's movements were very strange. He did not move his upper body or turn his waist, and directly punched Sun Wu. It was a punch that had no chance of hitting him. , but because his arm suddenly grew longer, he punched Sun Wu on the back.
"Woo...it's Xiao Shang's Octopus Fist." Xiao Shang usually beats Sun Wu hard. When he punches, his arms are as soft as boneless, and he can always hit from incredible directions. It seems like his arms suddenly extend their length, but this
It was really unexpected for Sun Wu that such a unique boxing technique, which should have no distinction, could be used by an outsider. However, what really scared him was when he saw the monk's arm clearly.
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"Wow wow wow wow! The hands are really getting longer!"
It wasn't a joke or an illusion. The monk's right arm was one foot long. With an impossible body proportion and posture, he swiped at Sun Wu. Caught off guard, Sun Wu received several heavy blows. Although he relied on
The golden bell blocked it, but it was really painful. I tried to fight back several times, but the opponent's right hand was longer than a spear. He took advantage of the distance and swept out with his cross arm, leaving no room for him to sprint in.
"My chest starts to hurt again. If I keep hitting it, internal injuries will occur... Well, I'll bet everything on the golden bell, try to get a few hits from him, and rush over to deliver the Brahma Buddha's heart thorn!" Sun Wu made up his mind.
, gritted his teeth and received two heavy punches, and wanted to fly away, but just as his feet left the ground, the monk roared, and his eyes actually 'shot' two dazzling white rays of light, hitting Sun Wu's chest.
Although it is just two thin rays of light, the dazzling and brilliant degree shows how much energy it contains. The power of this hit is no less than that of the heavy punch. Although the golden bell does not
After being defeated, Sun Wu was beaten so hard that he rolled several somersaults in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground.
Fan Monk succeeded at once, and was even more merciless. He rushed over at high speed, and his iron fists were like two big axes, hitting the young man in succession. Judging from the fierce momentum, he had the intention of beating him to a pulp.
, many monks turned their heads and did not look, fearing that when they opened their eyes they would see the young man beaten to the point where his internal organs were leaking out and his body was bloody and bloody.
However, other more knowledgeable monks rebuked loudly, feeling that the monks and monsters looked weird, as if they were more machines than human bodies, and the competition was really weird. Among the many scoldings, Ren Youyou's reaction was the most intense.
"Hey, is this thing considered a human being? It's agreed that the disciples of both sides will come out to compete, and you will build a machine to compete in martial arts. Isn't there no one under the throne of Hulun Dharma King anymore?"
This kind of protest was expected by the other party, and someone immediately came out to explain, saying that this "Ami Khan No. 1" was the work of Hulun Dharma King. It is a magic weapon that combines the most cutting-edge technology. Since it was made by Hulun Dharma King himself,
That is no different from a disciple who personally teaches, and of course he can be regarded as a disciple.
The technology of magic weapons outside the territory is far superior to that of the Middle Earth. Although the monks have vaguely heard of the technology of building magic weapons into the body, no one has seen it with their own eyes whether it can really be done. As for creating a "magic weapon" out of thin air.
"People" is something that I have never even dreamed of. Now hearing the other party's explanation, all the monks looked at each other and were deeply worried. They felt that if this kind of magic weapon people could be mass-produced, it might be a big threat to China.
A catastrophe.
Ren Wanxuan said angrily: "It's a joke. If you build a rotten machine with your own hands, you are considered a disciple. Then Hulun Dharma King personally finds a dog to recite the scriptures, and that dog is also considered a disciple? Why don't you send a dog out? Ah!
, do the two ones that were carried out just now count?"
This sentence was so irritating that not only the monks and the imperial guards were outraged by it and yelled back, but even the monks in Cihangjing Palace felt it was inappropriate. Abbot Kucha stopped him, but still
It can be seen that Ren Wanxuan's expression is eager to fight. If the two sides had not explicitly stated that they would fight one-on-one, he would have jumped down and replaced Sun Wu.
"Bump! Bump! Bump! Bump!!"
After a round of deafening knocking sounds, the magic weapon man seemed to have to suspend the attack and cool down slightly because the machine parts were overheated. However, when the magic weapon man stepped back, the golden light blooming in front of everyone's eyes made Cihang
The monks in Jingdian Hall were surprised and delighted. With the crazy force of the magic weapon man's beating, even the huge granite rock was smashed into gravel, let alone the flesh and blood body. However, although this boy is young, Jin Zhong
The shield's cultivation is incredibly strong, and despite being hit by such a series of heavy blows, it was unscathed.
"Okay, it's so dangerous. If it weren't for the fight with Beigong Arhat, Mad Monk and the others, and the slight improvement of the golden bell, I would definitely not be able to survive this round." Although the power of the magic weapon man's attack is strong, after all, it is still unable to compete with him.
Beigong Luohan and the masters of the Mad Monk level are comparable. Sun Wu is still young, but he has recently accumulated experience in fighting against the masters of the world. The golden bell cover has also increased the resistance invisibly, and he can withstand this round of bombardment.
Come down.
"...If this mechanical monster hits it a few more times, or shoots out its eyes while hitting it, the golden bell will definitely not be able to withstand it. Oh, what should we do now?" Taking advantage of the enemy's opportunity to cool down the machine parts.
, Sun Wu worked hard to calm down the chaotic Qi, and also thought about strategies to defeat the enemy. If he had to rely on his current martial arts to fight, it was basically impossible. The magic weapon man's eyes could spray lasers, and his defense speed was as fast as
The overall 'ability' is even better than that of Beigong Arhat. He has no chance to get close at all. Even if he had, the Brahma Buddha's heart thorns would probably not be able to break through its alloy body.
Either, it is to declare abstention and surrender now; or, it is to carry out long-distance attacks like Fei Lianxiu and Ren Hanyu. Of these two methods, one is not willing to do it, and the other is not able to do it, because it is very difficult. In other words
In other words, unless you can surpass your current strength, you have no chance of winning.
Beyond current capabilities...
If we could use the punch that knocked out the crazy monk that day, causing the wind to move and the clouds to change color, then it would definitely not be a problem to deal with the magic weapon man in front of us. Unfortunately, that punch of the Emperor's Dragon Fist was purely accidental.
, I don’t know exactly how I punched out. I tried to practice secretly several times afterwards, but as soon as I got lucky, I felt severe pain in my chest. I couldn’t take a breath for most of the day, let alone punch.
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The road to the Emperor's Dragon Fist was blocked. Fortunately, there was another way to go. After seeing the power of Ren Xuanyou's divine palm, Sun Wu had a new hope. He wanted to try and see if he could change the current situation.
There is a situation.
"Let's fight him and make a bet to see if Tathagata's palm can destroy this machine." As long as the true power of Tathagata's palm can be exerted, a Buddha's light like Ren Wanxu's first appearance will destroy this machine.
The magic weapon man is definitely not a problem, but how much power he can exert is something that even Sun Wu himself cannot predict.
When he tried to use the all-pervasive palm before, Sun Wu had done a lot of research on capturing the flow of breath and summarizing the mental formulas. Later, he accidentally learned the Iron Bone Technique of Tiezhongtang. In the process, he even gained some insights and gained
It has made a lot of sense, and now based on the little insights he had just seen when Ren Wanxang took out his palm, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity, Sun Wu wanted to push this hodgepodge of one-minded combinations out with all his strength.
Hold your breath and concentrate.
Sun Wu circulated his true energy, closed his eyes slightly, clasped his palms together, and the golden light on his body gradually faded away. In the silence, there was a kind of majestic Zen aura. The monks in the hall were slightly surprised when they saw his appearance.
, whispered, not knowing what mystery this young man was up to, but Abbot Kucha and Ren Wanhang had obvious reactions. One frowned slightly, the other's body shook violently, and both looked at Sun Wu with an unbelievable expression.
Under the gaze of everyone, the soles of the young man's feet with his palms clasped together moved slightly, and they floated up a few centimeters. Although it was only an insignificant distance, in the eyes of those who knew it, it was already iron-clad evidence, and when that
The familiar white light began to be released one by one. Not only the monks in Cihang Jingdian, but also the imperial guards opened their eyes wide with incredible expressions.
So far, everything is pretty normal...
Suddenly, the soft white light disappeared, and Sun Wu, who was floating slightly off the ground, fell back down, with a pained expression on his face. Everyone thought he was possessed, but before he could make any move, a ray of light bloomed from him again.
It was not the golden light of the golden bell, nor the Buddha's light of the divine palm, but the bloody light that made people's faces turn red. At the same time, the hall was covered by a strong smell of blood. Looking from a distance,
Upon entering, the entire Mahavira Palace seemed to be immersed in a pool of blood, a strange scene as if hell had surfaced on earth, but it reminded the elderly monk of a horrific nightmare that he had long forgotten and swore he would never remember again.
"This...this is impossible..."
I don’t know who uttered this gibbering, but in everyone’s ears, it felt as heavy as their own. And the gibbering was not finished, because a loud and earth-shattering laughter shook everyone’s ears.
There was severe pain inside, and what he saw in his eyes was a strong burst of blood, turning into a raging sea of blood. In an instant, it surged through the entire Mahavira Palace, and even rushed towards the magic weapon man.
When a fierce attack came, the magic weapon man reacted greatly. He waved his arms, concentrated the energy in his mouth and sprayed out flames. His steel arms followed and swung horizontally. Looking at the ferocious momentum, no one doubted that he could kill the charging bull.
Shock and kill.
However, such a majestic counterattack was as small as a mantis blocking a car in front of the vast blood light that covered the sky and the earth. In just two seconds of contact, the magic weapon man was swallowed up by the blood light.
When the wandering Buddha light just now enveloped the enemy, the monk let out a cry of extreme pain. However, after the magic weapon man was swallowed by the blood light, he couldn't even make a sound. In an instant, the entire Mahavira Palace was filled with nothing but the sky.
The blood light was so 'forcing' that people could not look at it. After a while, the blood light dissipated. People who regained their sight saw the young man standing there, his palms still clasped together, but his face looked like he had just woken up from a dream.
, a confused and bewildered expression.
In front of the young man, the magic weapon man covered in mechanical parts had disappeared without a trace, as if he had never existed.