Everyone saw that Mo asked why this style was, it was the Lion Roar Gong of Buddhism, which was different from the fact that the disciples of Buddhism used their true bodies to use their golden body Arhats as a medium, but they also saw the gap, and the golden body of the Arhat was more powerful.

The True Qi Mask was expanding sharply as if someone was puffing up, so people only worried about whether it would break, but at this moment, two more mentors flew out, and with the joint support of the scene, the scene was stabilized.

And the broken cangshou who was in it was not so lucky, it was originally a very fast attack to shock back, and he was hit again when he was still in a falling state, although he stopped the trend of falling into the martial arts field with his own strong quality, but the first impact of the lion's roar hit him firmly, and his body was second to both ears and suffered.

All poured into his ears, dizzy and his ears buzzed for a while, and he couldn't hear the slightest sound, and at this time, the arrival of the second and third shocks became the last straw that crushed the camel. He fell to the ground, although he subconsciously held the mandarin duck embroidery knife to prevent himself from being knocked away, but he still couldn't help but twitch constantly, and the sound had invaded his mind from his ears and was scurrying around in it.

His ears are weak, even if he is an external refiner, he may not be able to take care of it, let alone a martial artist, and after a while, he is already bleeding from both ears, mouth and nose, so you can imagine how much impact he has received.

And the Arhat's golden body is still roaring, and the sound waves are constantly coming and there are signs of manifestation and forming, and if you look closely, there are actually characters one by one, which is a swastika, and another mark of Buddhism is said to be the heart seal of the Buddha. No wonder it is so painful, this character has 'influenced' many Holy Spirits, and it is conceivable that there is this mark on the chest of the Buddha statue today.

This is the difference between the real body and the medium, as long as your true qi is inexhaustible, you can roar endlessly. It makes people worry that if Mo Wen's strength is enough, will he level this mountain range with a roar. Because there are rumors that a saint of Buddhism screamed and screamed, roaring and falling stars, which is true and false, perhaps Buddhism exaggerated in order to prove the power of Buddhism, or it may be true or not. But the conclusion that can be drawn is that 'the lion's roar is indeed a profound exercise.' ’

The fourth wave, the fifth wave of the offensive came again, and Broken Cangshou was already lying motionless on the ground as if he was dead, even his master and the first person to enforce the law were full of worry at first, and the apprentice he had just accepted confessed like this, so no one could figure it out.

However, when he saw that he was still holding the mandarin duck embroidery knife in his right hand, and the green tendons above were exposed, and the blood flow was visible, he knew that he was still fighting, but he was temporarily unconscious. It's like what happens when a person has been hit hard enough, and another blow won't work, and all his senses will be paralyzed unless there is a more ferocious blow.

However, judging from what the golden body is showing now, it just continues and has not strengthened, so it is known that it will not be a big problem to break the cangshou, at least this type will not.

After the eighth impact, seeing that Cangshou was still like this, Mo Wen also put away the lion's roar skill, although this exercise did not consume physical strength, but it used his true qi, he didn't dare to continue to consume like this, the most important thing was that it had no effect and completely consumed himself in vain.

After that, he raised his right hand to prepare for the third blow, and he also understood that the current state of Broken Cangshou was equivalent to being imprisoned, and it was impossible to react at the first time.

The giant palm that had disappeared in the air before reappeared, but this time the movement was much smaller, and there was no terrifying power to emanate, which was a silent act, because he didn't want to wake up the broken cangshou.

The giant palm fell slowly, and the broken cangshou still did not react, all the senses, eyes, ears, mouth, and nose have been self-enclosed in self-protection after numbness, and people are also in the repeated brainwashing of the secret words of Buddhism that invaded their minds, no, this is called probation and also called crossing people.

In such a situation, he only asked someone to pinch a cold sweat for Duan Cangshou, this palm was not so simple, and judging from his current performance, he almost didn't have any defense, relying on his body to carry it, even an external refiner would not dare to do this.

Zhong Liang on the sidelines was staring at Broken Cangshou with both eyes, and he was also silently counting in his heart, if he didn't see a reaction by ten, he would stop the competition and directly announce that Mo Wen would win.

'One, two, three, four...... Eight............ Nine' He was also anxious for Broken Cangshou, and he didn't want this focus battle to end like this, subconsciously slowing down the reading.

'Ten... No more! Wait any longer, this kid will be in danger. ’

Zhong Liang opened his mouth and said, "Wait ......"

Before he could say the next word, he found that the mandarin duck embroidery knife had been upright, and this action was playful, so he swallowed the words in his mouth.

The mandarin duck embroidery knife was indeed upright, and the hand of the broken cangshou was also raised, but the body was still lying on the ground without reacting. He didn't wake up from it, but the muscles of his body reacted. The higher the cultivation level does not mean that the stronger the muscle response, which also varies from person to person, and there are also differences in the methods of individual cultivation.

Then the mandarin duck embroidery knife took off his hand and flew straight towards the giant palm, it was a cold light that rose to the sky, I don't know if it was the muscle reaction of the broken cangshou or the spiritual power of the knife itself.

It directly stopped the whereabouts of the giant palm, and the power can be seen, but it was only a short stop. Then there were sparks falling at the junction of the palm and the blade, and it was still not powerful enough.

But he is also doing his best, it is delaying time to buy time for the broken cangshou below, because after the mandarin duck embroidery knife left his hand, his five fingers moved, and he felt the departure of the thing in his hand, so he himself was not far from sobriety.

Sure enough, the next moment, his other hand also moved, and he grabbed it to the side, which was also an instinctive move to find the mandarin duck embroidery knife. After groping around with both hands, he found that he didn't, and suddenly sat up straight, and his head turned around, but his eyes couldn't be opened, because the blood had coagulated before, and forcibly opening his eyes would hurt his eyes, and because of his special state now.

When he heard the vibration of the mandarin duck embroidery knife above, the man with both hands clapped the ground and rushed to the sky like an arrow from a string, without the exploration of his eyes, it was far from enough for his ears to listen to the sound and distinguish the position in this noisy environment.

And the embroidery knife he held accurately also proved that he had an unknown connection with the knife.

After holding the knife, he quickly pulled it back to his side, and then roared angrily: "Tianya Xun Broken Intestine (Sword Emperor)", an incomparably domineering momentum emanated from him, all of which acted on the embroidery knife, and the blade was a cold light. The buzzing sound vented its grievances in the last moment, when it had suffered such grievances, and the next moment of attack only illuminated half of the sky.

It was a completely directionless blow, but it was right in the center of the Five Finger Mountain.

Broken Cangshou put away the knife and fell with his back to the giant palm, now is the real awakening, wiping the blood from his eyes with his hand and never looking back when he opened his eyes, an extremely confident blow, from thousands of swings.

The silence in the field was surprising, all the hustle and bustle dissipated in the last moment, and even the sound of the breathing of the broken cangshou could be heard clearly, and then the giant palm in the sky cracked from it, and the two sides were neatly like heaven, and then the next moment it was scattered, and wisps of golden true qi fell down, and there was no trace when it landed.

After feeling everything, he turned around, and there was only calm in his eyes, as if he had just waved his hand in the last moment.

Mo asked and called "Amitabha", but I don't know if this Buddha name is an appreciation for the blow of the broken cang, or an expression of embarrassment for his futile blow.

However, Broken Cang Shou didn't pay attention to his movements, and raised his hand to be a blade, which was very ordinary and didn't feel anything special, whether it was the meaning contained in it, or the speed.

Mo Wen's fingers reappeared, and then flicked his fingers slightly, a golden sphere flew out, this ball is not golden itself, but its external brilliance is too bright, far more luster than the golden body of Luohan, as if the gold paint is evolved from this.

And the feather fairy in the distance saw this scene, especially when he saw the golden ball, he couldn't help but sigh: "Not to mention, my junior brother's attainments in Buddhism are comparable to the reincarnated spirit child that the bald man said, it's a pity, it's a pity!" I thought it was a compliment, but I didn't think about it after taking a sip of wine and then changed my tone.

"No matter how good the Dharma attainments are, it is useless, he is a member of my Dao Sect after all, hum, a group of bald people are delusional!"

If his words were heard by the people in Buddhism, I don't know how to feel, but now there is still one person who hears it, and he is the first person to enforce the law. It's not that he has the intention to eavesdrop, but the sentence behind this person is full of feelings, and it is inevitable that there will be some fluctuations so he heard it, and the first person just shook his head and stared at the bead.

Although this pearl is golden, the interior is white, and the shape is not round, not even an oval. But anyone with a little insight can guess from these characteristics what it is, this is a relic.

The so-called relics were originally cremated bones of the Buddha after his death, and they are sacred symbols in Buddhism, with various shapes and colors, such as white, black, yellow, green, and even red. And the one in front of me can't see anything special from the appearance, but the bright color is far from being comparable to other relics, so it can be inferred that this is not the remains of the monk after his death, so it must have a special origin.

The first person to enforce the law was well-informed and immediately guessed what this thing was, but he also ignored one point: the thing in front of him was not a physical object but an evolutionary thing. As for the reason why he lost his eyes, it was not because he didn't have enough eyesight, but because Mo Wen's attainments in Buddhism were too high.

If he hadn't heard Yuhua Immortal's words a moment ago, he would have thought that Mo Wen was a person from the Buddhist Sect, because the exercises were because of the form Buddha name, and because of the name-Mo Wen.

The slow movement of the Buddha's bone relics is in stark contrast to the blade of the broken cangshou, but it exudes a holy and peaceful light atmosphere, which is not the disguise that many wine and meat monks in this world are accustomed to, this is its original wisdom and emptiness, and true meaning belonging to the high level of Buddhism.