When Murong Fu heard Mo Chen's words, his eyes flashed with a different color.

He glanced at Mo Chen deeply, folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, please be careful." The poor monk will perform the next Buddhist mastery, even the poor monk himself cannot fully control. If the donor admits defeat now, everything will be returned. ”

Mo Chen's body was full of five qi, and the divine light around him was gorgeous and colorful, like an immortal descending from the sky.

His expression was calm, interrupted Murong Fu's words, and said, "Master, please be careful, the Taoist supernatural powers that the poor Dao wants to exert cannot be completely controlled by himself. ”

When Murong Fu heard this, he slowly closed his eyes and never spoke again.

He sat in the void with his hands folded, and his body exuded a dazzling Buddha light, like the sun hanging high in the sky. At least for the people watching below, at this time, the sky will be like a round of blazing sun, and people can't open their eyes at all.

"Divine Palm, Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect!"

The Dharma seal in Murong Fu's hand changed, and the incomparably bright Buddha light condensed behind him into a twenty-zhang statue of the Dharma.

At the same time, thousands of Buddhas appeared around him, and although those Buddhas were not as tall as they were, they were also taller than ordinary people, and at a glance it seemed as if the Elysium had descended into the world.

In the void, bursts of Zen sounds inexplicably appeared, as if he was explaining the true meaning of Buddhism to the world, and it was as if the Buddha was purifying sentient beings.

Below, everyone looked at the scene that seemed to be the Buddha kingdom coming into the world, and their eyes widened one by one.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is fortunate to be able to witness the Buddha come into the world in his lifetime, which is really a blessing from the ninth generation."

"My Buddha is merciful, the ancestor is really a Venerable Buddha who has attained the Tao, and he can actually lead the Buddha country to come into the world!"

After a short shock, the monks of Shaolin Temple knelt on the ground with excitement on their faces and kowtowed to the bright Buddha country in the sky.

At this moment, words could no longer express the excitement in their hearts, and only a pious kowtow could calm their excitement slightly.

"Oh my God, I'm afraid this Shaolin Temple ancestor has already become a Buddha and attained enlightenment, right?"

"Incredible, incredible. The mysteries of martial arts can be done to this extent! ”

"Hey, pity Mo Zhenren, who cultivated to a peerless age at a young age, but met this kind of unrivaled immortal figure!"

The onlookers in the martial arts were full of sluggishness, and after coming back to their senses, they all exclaimed in disbelief.

Hong Qigong looked at the sky, looked sideways at Huang Yaoshi, and asked solemnly, "Huang Laoxi, what do you think?" ”

Huang Yaoshi stood with his hands on his shoulders, took a deep breath and said, "Although Mo Zhenren's martial arts are peerless, with the skills he once showed, he is much worse than the old monster of Shaolin Temple. If he was given another fifty years, no, thirty years to practice, maybe he would be able to compete with this old monster. ”

Hong Qigong nodded with a look of approval, and sighed: "In vain, we call ourselves the Five Uniques of the rivers and lakes, but it turns out that we are just frogs at the bottom of the well." Hey, I'm getting old. ”

Huang Yaoshi sighed lightly and did not respond to Hong Qigong's sigh.

Who would have thought that there are so many monsters in this world. I'm afraid that Wang Chongyang would never have thought that his descendants would have such a demon!

Huang Yaoshi looked at the scene on the sky that seemed to be the arrival of the Buddha Kingdom, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

What two monsters!

On the firmament, Mo Chen looked at Murong Fu's performance, his expression was flat, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The power of the Rulai Divine Palm was even more powerful than he had imagined before, but the vision around Murong Fu reminded him of the Rulai Divine Palm in the legend of the Son of Heaven.

It seems that the ordinary Five Elements Divine Power is useless, and you can only use that one move!

Mo Chen felt the aura around Murong Fu, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Martial arts supernatural powers, as expected, live up to its name, such as the Divine Palm is really worthy of the peerless martial arts in the legend of the Son of Heaven. I think that if it weren't for the limitations of Murong Fu's skills, the power that Rulai Divine Palm could exert would be even more terrifying.

Mo Chen took a deep breath, didn't hesitate any longer, and directly cast the strongest spell of the Five Elements Divine Power.

"The five elements are reversed, and the heavens and the earth are overturned!"

The vast five qi *** behind him began to slowly rotate counterclockwise, forming a gorgeous scene in the void, as if the dense colorful auspicious clouds gathered, enveloping the area around him in a radius of dozens of zhang, echoing with Murong Fu's brilliant Buddha kingdom.

Colorful auspicious clouds converged, forming a cloud sword with a vertical and horizontal length of more than 30 zhang in the void. The cloud sword penetrates the sky and the earth, like a majestic mountain peak that goes straight into the nine heavens, exuding a chilling momentum.

Mo Chen pointed his finger into a sword and swung it at the vast Buddha kingdom in front of him.

The thirty-zhang long huge cloud sword slowly slashed down from the sky as if it had been pulled away!

The cloud sword broke through the sky, and the cold sword intent tore through the void, letting out a breathtaking roar.

Murong Fu opened his eyes suddenly, and two golden rays shot out, tearing through the air like a sharp sword, hitting a distance of three zhang before gradually dissipating.

He raised one hand to his chest, and the huge Buddha phantom behind him made the same movements as the Buddha shadow in the sky.

Murong Fu's expression was calm, and there was not the slightest emotion on his face.

He slowly raised his big hand towards the cloud sword that was attacking from the sky. The huge Buddha phantom then stretched out his hand to the cloud sword to hold it, and the golden Buddha palm rose in the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it became the same as the cloud sword.

Murong Fu's big hand was clenched, and the Buddha Ju grasped the blade of the cloud sword, as if he wanted to crush it with one palm.

Mo Chen's eyes flashed with a cold glow, and the index finger of his right hand flicked lightly in the void.

"Zheng!"

The clanging sound of the sword out of the sheath resounded through the sky, and the gorgeous cloud sword suddenly bloomed with immeasurable divine light, and the colorful divine light radiated from the cloud sword, reflecting this sky with extraordinary enchantment.

The brilliant divine light, like a rainbow hanging high in the sky, is so beautiful.

It's just that such a beautiful scene is full of endless murderous intentions. Under the illumination of the brilliant divine light, the huge Buddha palm is full of cracks, like a broken fine porcelain, which makes people feel sad to watch.

Murong Fu's expression changed slightly, looking at Mo Chen's figure coming from the void, and a monstrous wave was set off in his heart.

Ever since he obtained the Divine Palm of Rulai, Murong Fu realized how humble his martial arts were in the past. It was precisely because of the terribleness of the Nyorai Divine Palm that he was introduced to Buddhism.

Although he had never used the Divine Palm, he knew its power.

It was precisely because he knew in his heart that Murong Fu was so shocked that Mo Chen broke his own Divine Palm.

Who the hell is he?

Murong Fu could be sure that the martial arts that Mo Chen used were definitely not something from this world. Because he had read most of the martial arts in the martial arts, he had some understanding of various sects. Mo Chen's martial arts have gone beyond the scope of this world!

When Murong Fu thought of this, he couldn't help but think of Mo Chen's previous words: 'The great monk is not a poor Tao, how can he know that the poor Tao does not know things outside the world. ’

Don't!

His eyes twinkled, and there was indescribable excitement in them.