Potala decided so, Yu Tianlai was both unexpected and reasonable. After all, he had done the same plan before, but because of the eagerness of the third son of Luofu, he died in the middle of the earth. Everyone is the same thick-skinned and black-hearted, so there is no contempt and anger.

Now there is only the third game of the gambling contract, and the first two games of the bet about Yu Tianlai won one side and one draw, which can be said to be invincible. But what Yu Tianlai wanted was by no means "undefeated", so during the next three days of rest, he put aside all retreats and retreats to adjust himself to the best state.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and the two sides still met in the same place, and Yu Tianlai and Potala each went out to meet each other.

Yu Tianlai asked: "National teacher, I don't know how you and I will compare the law in this scene?"

Potala smiled calmly, not at all worried about the already small bet on the winning side, and replied after chanting the Buddha's name: "Although the poor monk learned some crude martial arts and spells in his early years, he has forgotten them all, and he really can't accompany Yu Zhenren to fight for three hundred rounds. Why don't we be neat and divide the winner with a single move?"

"A move?" Yu Tianlai asked with some surprise.

"One move!" Potala's tone was extremely determined.

Yu Tianlai thought for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Okay, one move is one move!"

Both of them stood on their feet, but their bodies were both standing backwards, and they were some distance away from each other.

Yu Tianlai stretched out his right palm, and the red-faced sword behind him let out a pleasant whisper, and automatically jumped out of the scabbard and fell into his grasp. The five fingers of his right hand seemed to pinch the hilt of the sword, his left hand first stroked the wing-shaped gauntlet, and then the two fingers of the middle of the food were pinched into a sword trick and touched a red blood line in the middle of the thin cicada wing, and finally raised the long sword flat, and the narrow and sharp tip of the sword pointed to the Potala from afar, and said solemnly: "National teacher, please!"

Potala sat down cross-legged in place, and a golden light flew out from the back of his head and rose into the sky, and in an instant it was thousands of miles in the sky, and suddenly turned into a statue as big as Kunyue, covering the sky and the sun.

"It turns out that the national teacher has cultivated the realm of Taoism, Buddha and I, and I am impressed. Yu Tianlai still raised his sword and pointed at the other party, and there was no trace of surprise on his face, "The one move that the national teacher said to win or lose, could it be that he wants to use the first demon subjugation magic power of Buddhism 'Rulai Divine Palm'?"

Potala didn't answer, but slowly raised his right palm and pressed his palm down.

With the movement of Potala's palm, the golden body in the air also raised a huge palm that was enough to cover a medium-sized city and pressed it towards Yu Tianlai on the ground.

The moment the giant palm fell, the palm was generous and bright, countless golden mandala flowers fell like rain, and at the same time, there was a magnificent Buddha chanting echoing in the air, in the light and shadow of the palm of the giant palm, a towering mountain with a height faintly appeared. I don't know when, the golden body in the sky has disappeared, but it is sitting firmly on the top of this lofty mountain. There are also countless Buddhas, bodhisattvas, arhats, and bhikshus scattered in the void, all facing the Buddha to worship and chant sutras.

"Palm the Buddha Country, Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty!"

The Hongyan Sword in Yu Tianlai's hand finally moved, but it was still just a game-like random swing without any rules. His complexion had become extremely solemn, and his eyes burst into divine light, staring at the giant palm in the air that was as big as a mountain and contained the power of ten thousand Buddhas falling above his head.

Back then, in the late Han Dynasty, he had a competition with a Tianzhu monk named Zhu Donglai, and the monk also used a style of "Rulai Divine Palm", which made him quite amazing and shocked at that time, but compared with the current Potala style of "Rulai Divine Palm", it is difficult to describe the difference between the world and the mud.

It's just that he is still calm in his heart, because his current self is also different from what he used to be, and Potala proposed to take the battle between the two as a decisive game, and his confidence should come from the cultivation realm that surpasses his own number of chips and this style of practicing to the supreme realm of the "Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect". But how can his strength be measured in the realm of cultivation? The killer move he prepared is also confident that it will never be inferior to this style of Nyorai Divine Palm.

The light wheel as bright as the moon rose from the back of Yu Tianlai's head, and the most mysterious and unpredictable power of time and space between heaven and earth turned into a bright moonlight and sprinkled down, enveloping Yu Tianlai's whole body. In a quarter of an hour, the Yu Tianlai, who exists and the time period in the future, is moved to this moment one by one. As his cultivation grew, so did the power he could exert in controlling the light wheel. At the beginning of the battle with Fahai, he could only summon three future selves, but now there are thirty-five.

Everyone looked at the thirty-six identical Yu Tianlai in the field in amazement. Those who can participate in this battle are the backbone elites of the major forces in the cultivation world, and their cultivation and insight are naturally extraordinary. With their eyesight and senses, they all noticed that the appearance and blade qi of these thirty-six Yu Tianlai were exactly the same, and there was no difference in the slightest. They also guessed that Yu Tianlai used some kind of secret technique, but they didn't know what spells in the world could copy thirty-five of them out of thin air.

One-on-one becomes a pair of thirty-six, and this kind of strength deficit makes everyone in the Middle Earth Dao Sect also have some sympathy for Potala as Yu Tianlai's opponent.

Thirty-six Yu Tianlai came out with a sword together, and evolved a style of "all phases are destroyed" that destroys all laws and annihilates all things. Countless gray chaotic sword qi overlapped and intertwined, and it turned into a huge thirty-six gray lotus flower in the air.

This huge lotus flower fluttered into the air, gently holding the huge Buddha palm that fell down with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Wisps of gray light and shadow rose from the lotus flower and flew into the light and shadow of the Buddha's palm. When you look closely, you can find that the trace of gray light is all transformed by chaotic sword qi, and each sword qi slashes a Buddha in the palm of the Buddha into nothingness.

Finally, the whole lotus flower melts into the Buddha's palm as if entering the water, and appears in the pure land of the Buddha in the palm of the palm.

"When the flowers bloom to see the Buddha and the Buddha see me, today the poor road will use this lotus flower to send the national teacher to the other side, and get the proof of it!"

Thirty-six Yu Tianlai said this sentence in unison, and then the gray lotus flower exploded in the palm of the Buddha's country.

The terrifyingly dense chaotic sword qi turned into a turbulent torrent, instantly sweeping through all the Buddhas, bodhisattvas, arhats, and bhikshus in this space, and finally set off a monstrous wave, engulfing the golden body of Nyolai, which was perched on the top of the lofty mountain and unconsciously showed a look of astonishment on his face.

The extra thirty-five Yu Tianlai disappeared one by one, and the remaining Yu Tianlai deity turned pale, obviously the power consumed by Fang Cai's move was also on the verge of his limit.

He put the red-faced sword in its sheath, bowed to the Potala who was still sitting cross-legged on the opposite side, but had no breath, and sighed and said, "The national teacher is going well." He immediately turned around and walked back to his home line step by step.