1490: C1490 Fotoseride

C1490 Fotoseride

central region, Hidden Dragon Castle, midair!

"One rod strike to the sky!"

Accompanied by Yu Haoran's explosive shout, the terrifying power that was quickly condensed by the law of power and the law of quantity, caused layers of ripples to appear in the air where the rod passed, and caused the expressions of countless experts in the spectating area to change.

Just the aftermath of the force alone was enough to cause ripples in the air, which was enough to prove that the power of the pole technique was at least at the seventh stage of Peak Martial Saint Sovereign.

"The only member of the ancient demon clan who can fight against Buddha, who is a SemiGod and does not lose, with the power of the Martial Emperor realm is the Monkey King's Inherited Stick Technique!"

Seeing that there were no changes in its length and width, but it gave off the impression of a staff and magic item becoming infinitely large, Zhong Li Shui Qin's eyes were filled with incomparable shock.

After that, she looked at Wu Zhengjun and asked with eyes full of anticipation.

"Little Jun. Has the Pill Emperor received the inheritance of the Eighteen Strikes of Fighting Defeat?"

Facing Zhong Li Shui Qing's anticipated interrogation, Wu Zhengjun frowned slightly as he shook his head.

"I don't know, senior never told me."

"Big Sister Shuiqin, the staff technique Prince Consort Ma used just now was obtained from a special magic tool called 'Wishing Rod'."

During the period after their marriage, the two of them had talked about some of the things that had happened between them. Therefore, Qin Lingfei was very clear on the origins of the Monkey Emperor Rod Art that Yu Haoran had acquired.

"Is it a staff magic tool that can emit dazzling golden light, be small in power, or be thick and thin?" After hearing Qin Lingfei's explanation, Zhong Li Shui Qin asked excitedly.

"That's right!" Thinking back briefly, Qin Lingfei nodded and replied.

"Great!"

After receiving Qin Lingfei's affirmation, Zhong Li Shui Qin looked at Wu Zhengjun excitedly, and spoke with an agitated tone.

"Little Jun, as long as the Pill Emperor is willing to use the Eighteen Swords of Demon Subduing Strike to defeat the Buddhist Inheritance as a betrothal gift, the clan will not object to our marriage and everyone else will have nothing to say."

"Sister Shuiqin, although I don't have the heart to ruin your current good mood, I can't help but to tell you this. Not only did Prince Consort not obtain the Eighteen Fiends of Fighting Demons you mentioned, he even left with the magic tools that were as good as mine." Seeing the excited expression on Zhong Li Shui Qin's face, Qin Lingfei couldn't bear to see this anymore, so he clenched his teeth and reminded her in the end.

"That's impossible!"

After hearing Qin Lingfei's reminder, Zhong Li Shui's zither eye asked again in disbelief.

"With the Pill Emperor's talent and methods, how could he not obtain the inheritance of the Fighting Buddha? How could the natural magic tool let the Fighting Buddha escape!"

Faced with Zhong Li Shui Qing's incredulous questioning, Qin Lingfei originally wanted to explain in detail, but following Wu Xing's actions on the stage, she immediately turned her attention to the stage.

At the same time, feeling the fluctuations of a special power, the Zhongli Water Zither temporarily suppressed the urge to inquire and looked at Wu Xing on the stage.

Sensing that the attack power contained within Yu Haoran's One Pole Art, had actually reached the peak of the seventh stage of the Peak Martial Saint Sovereign, and his power was still increasing rapidly, Wu Xing's eyes flashed a look of shock. Immediately, he took out a fist-sized, pure white bead from his chest pocket.

Seeing Wu Xing take out the white bead, a trace of greed, indignation, unwillingness, and resentment flashed through the eyes of the bald youth below the arena.

"This is the sariras that a Buddha in the Martial Emperor realm left behind after she passed away!" Seeing Wu Xing holding a white bead that was the size of a fist, Zhong Li Shui Qin warned Wu Zhengjun and the rest with a serious expression.

"I wonder how many more times I can use this Buddha sariras gifted by my respected master!"

Looking at the pure white sariras in his hand, Wu Xing's eyes revealed an expression of reluctance. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of vital blood towards the sariras.

The sariras which were swiftly assimilated into the blood essence of Wu Xing, instantly emitted an incomparably glaring green light.

Accompanying the dazzling cyan light, the figure of a middle-aged monk dressed in deep cyan clothes slowly emerged from the sariras. He had a serious expression on his face as he clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.

The middle-aged monk did not open his eyes. His right hand remained in a bow posture while his left hand pushed upwards. A formless energy instantly met the incoming white stick.0

"Boom!"

As the formless energy clashed with the white staff, the sky above Hidden Dragon Castle was instantly filled with deafening roars.

Accompanied by a deafening boom, the invisible force behind the middle-aged monk's attack was instantly shattered. The white stick's power did not decrease in the slightest as it struck towards the middle-aged monk's shadow.

The moment the invisible force was shattered, the middle-aged monk frowned slightly.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the white rod that was about to reach his head. His eyes flashed with a cold light, and his left hand that had just been retracted suddenly moved upwards.

Although the middle-aged monk's hand had successfully blocked the deadly attack of the white stick, from the fact that he had sunk down several meters, he knew that his attack had put him at a disadvantage.

However, being at a disadvantage was not the end result that Yu Haoran wanted.

Therefore, he immediately overused a part of his ancestral bloodline and continued to increase the power of his white stick attack.

"Amitabha!"

Sensing that the power of the white stick's attack could still be greatly increased, the middle-aged monk's expression slightly changed. After chanting the Buddhist prayer, the sariras in Wu Xing's hand were tightly clenched, and without his control, they flew up into the air and quickly merged into the middle-aged monk's body.

Seeing that he needed to use the sariras' essence of Buddha to be able to withstand Yu Haoran's pole technique attack, at the same time, shock surfaced in Wu Xing's eyes. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel some regret in his heart, regret that he was too arrogant and confident, resulting in the sariras' acceleration and destruction, causing him to lose the strongest trump card in his hands.

The middle-aged monk that quickly assimilated into the essence of the Buddha was not only more solid, but his own aura was also more powerful.

Raising his head to look at Yu Haoran who was continuing to increase the power of his pole technique, a strong killing intent flashed past the eyes of the middle-aged monk.

"Buddha: Buddha!"

A golden Buddhist word appeared from the middle age Buddhist monk's mouth, then rose into the air and became a giant Buddhist word that was around a hundred meters tall and sixty meters wide, finally floating at the east side of Yu Haoran.

"Buddha says: Dharma!"

An enormous magical word floated on the southern side of Yu Haoran. It was about a hundred meters tall and sixty meters wide.

"Buddha Day: None"

An enormous wordless word that was around 100 meters tall and 60 meters wide floated on the west side of Yu Haoran.

"Buddha says: side!"

Huge words floated on the north side of Yu Haoran. It was about a hundred meters tall and sixty meters wide.

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