410: C410 Burning Wood as a Blade

C410 Burning Wood as a Blade

"Hehe, the Shaolin Temple is really at their wit's end. They are showing off their abilities with all kinds of handicapped people."

Ye Motian sneered disdainfully, but a trace of seriousness flashed across his eyes. Even he couldn't see clearly how this old monk appeared, as if he was in a monastery to begin with.

An expert!

He gave Fo Tucheng a look. Mount Song's ancient temple was worthy of being called the top power that had been passed down for a thousand years. There was even a demigod expert hiding in the temple!

He didn't know when this old monk had broken through to this realm. If this old monk had such strength decades ago, it would prove that the Shaolin Temple had always had the foundation to unify the Pugilistic World!

Two rays of light, one black and one green, rose from the monastery once again. The powerful Qi shook the huge bell away. Many monks could only sit cross-legged on the ground under this kind of Qi. They silently chanted Buddhist scriptures in their hearts to ensure that their consciousness was clear.

Ye Motian and Fo Tucheng were both top experts. They knew the principle of a lion fighting a rabbit with all its strength. Although they had just experienced a great battle, their true essence was still considered abundant. The other party was merely a blind old monk. His blood and Qi were dried up, and there was nothing to worry about!

This time, the two of them were clearly even crazier. Under the full force of the two demigods, the weather changed. Endless dark clouds covered Mount Song. Their strength was about to offend the tribulation of the Deity Transformation Tier!

"Green Wood Palm!"

"Black Evil Fist!"

When their momentum reached its peak, they fused all of their magic power into one move. Green and black light intertwined together, forming a several dozen zhang long evil dragon. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it devoured the blind old monk.

At this critical moment, the blind old monk picked up a wooden stick from the ground without any hurry. He chanted a mantra, "Om (core), (core), (core). (breast) "

Six Great Spells!

It was said that the Six Words Great Spell was the subtle heart mark of Guan Yin Bodhisattva. It had endless and unimaginable virtues and was praised by all the Buddhas in the Ten Directions.

The wooden stick in the blind old monk's hand started to burn. In the fiery light, an ancient ring blade appeared. The blade was three feet long and did not have a blade tip. As soon as this blade appeared, it carried a Sanskrit sound, as if ten thousand Buddhas were chanting at the same time, and it was soul-stealing.

The ring blade was originally a tool used by monks to cut clothes and shave their heads. It used all kinds of items like traveling outside, splitting open mountains, chopping wood to make a fire, and all of them were used.

The ring blade was used to stop killing, but it also possessed incredible power.

The snow-white blade shot out like lightning, instantly cutting the demon dragon in two. At the same time, it also cut off the endless tribulation clouds in the sky above Mount Song. It also seemed as if nothing had happened.

"Puff..."

Ye Motian and Fo Tucheng threw their heads back and spurted out a mouthful of hot blood. It was as if they had been hit by a huge mountain and were sent flying. They crashed into the rocks at the entrance of the mountain before coming to a stop.

There was no killing intent in the blade, but just the backlash alone had seriously injured the two demigods!

"Six Words Great Ming Curse... Burning Wood as a Blade..."

Fo Tucheng was the first to get up from the ground. He stared blankly at the ring blade. His eyes were a little dazed. When he looked at the blind old monk again, he found that there was no old monk. It was clearly a god!

This god was thousands of feet tall, as if it was as tall as Mount Song. The Buddha's light shone on his body. His eyes were not blind. They were a pair of Buddhist eyes. Fo Tucheng could see rivers, stars, oceans, and so on. There was no end, no absolute. Even his mind was lost in it.

"Master, let's retreat... Master... Damn it!"

Ye Motian wanted to remind Fo Tucheng to retreat, but he realized that Fo Tucheng seemed to have lost his soul. He was so scared by ___'s divine ability that he didn't know how to respond. He cursed in his heart, then turned into a ray of light and flew out of the mountain gate.

This blind old monk was too demonic. The opponent's cultivation base was higher than theirs. Who would have thought that there was still such a monster in the Shaolin Temple?

At this moment, the blind old monk moved once again. He stretched out his skinny hand and pressed it forward. No one could see any changes, but they could feel that the entire space had been distorted.

A huge golden palm appeared in the sky, covering the sky as it slammed down. Compared to this palm, Ye Motian was as tiny as a fly.

"Damn it! Deification Stage..."

Ye Motian raised his head and looked at the palm. His soul almost left his body. He only had time to let out a hoarse roar before he was struck by the Buddha palm, smashing into the ground and forming a deep hole.0

However, this devil did have some ability. Almost at the moment he landed on the ground. He once again rose into the air and flew away at an even faster speed than before. The cultivation method of the Devil Cult was often biased. In order to obtain this kind of speed... Must have paid a huge price!

From the moment the blind old monk appeared until now, only a few seconds had passed. More than half of the Godly State experts, one had escaped, while the other had lost the will to fight. Thus, this crisis was quietly resolved.

After Master Hui Bei and the others heard Ye Motian's howl, incomparable excitement appeared in their eyes. The word 'Soul Formation' was too heavy. In World Dharma Ending Era, he was like a true god. It only appeared in the ancient records of the sect.

Up until now, if they still didn't comprehend it, they would have wasted the last few decades of their cultivation. All the monks of the Shaolin Temple would kneel down behind him.

The blind old monk didn't express anything. He once again turned into an inconspicuous old man. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the Scripture Pavilion...

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