With the gradual expansion of the slightest crack on the huge bowl turned into the mana of the earth, the huge bowl made by the mana of the entire Buddhist sect was torn apart for a time and dissipated in this ancient temple. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at the image of the broken huge bowl, Zhou Yan slowly withdrew the Ruyi Golden Hoop stick in his hand.

Because, in Zhou Yan's eyes, the current bowl Arhat can be said to be at the end of the strong crossbow, and he can't use the Zhenyue bowl at all, and even if it is forced, it won't cause any impact, so he doesn't need to use the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick anymore.

The mana of the Buddha Gate that surrounded the Arhat gradually subsided, revealing the somewhat blessed figure of the Arhat holding the bowl inside, and the Arhat sitting on the ground weakly at this time, his originally painful face was now even whiter.

"Old monk, apart from that turtle shell, you can use all the means at the same time, but don't delay the great opportunity for this seat to personally send you to the Western Heaven Elysium and meet you like an old man", Zhou Yan sneered.

"Sun Wukong, do you really want to go against our Western Heaven Buddhism? My Buddha Rulai's means are not something you can imagine, if you really kill the poor monk, my Buddha Rulai will not let you go, and against our Western Heaven Buddhism, you will not end well", the Arhat looked at Zhou Yan, who was a little proud, and said through gritted teeth.

"Hahaha, old monk, why do you still have such self-confidence now, believe it or not, this seat can send you to see your Buddha with one punch now. Western Buddhism, what a great deterrent, but so what? You are really flustered, even your Western Heaven Buddhism's Lingji Bodhisattva has already died in the hands of this seat, you are just an arhat, will this seat care about the consequences? One is to kill, two are also to kill, maybe others will be afraid of you Western Heaven Buddhism, but this seat will make a move, how can you care about those. Old monk, if this is your last word in life, then this seat will send you on the road", Zhou Yan sneered.

"Nan Wu Amitabha, Sun Wukong, since you are so impersonal and cut off the way back today, and you want to kill them all, even if the poor monk fights my stinky skin today, even if he dies and does not enter reincarnation, he must subdue demons and eliminate demons and eradicate evil, in order to prevent your peerless demon from causing greater sins, in order to maintain the stability of the Three Realms, you don't go to hell, who goes to hell" At this time, in Zhou Yan's ruthless words, the arhat finally dispelled the ridiculous illusion in his heart, his eyes gradually became cold, and he seemed to have made a major decision in his heart.

"It's just you, it's so funny, old monk, I really don't know what gives you such courage, you are still so presumptuous in front of this seat, is it because the strength shown by this seat is not enough, or you are too naïve, this seat wants to see how you descended...... Goblin...... Except...... Demon...... ......", Zhou Yan said disdainfully.

"Nan Wu Amitabha, Sun Wukong, all this is what you forced the poor monks, for the future of my Western Heaven Buddhism, in order not to let you cause greater harm, you and I will go to the underworld together today", the Arhat said categorically, and his words revealed a resoluteness that could not be doubted.

As the words of the bowl-raising Arhat fell, the yellow monk's robe on his body was windless, and a stream of heavy and profound Buddhist mana continued to emerge from the bowl-raising Arhat's body, turning into one yellow Dharma halo after another around his body.

At this time, the bowl arhat's face was flat, as if nothing in the world could cause fluctuations in his heart, he folded his hands and silently recited the Buddhist scripture he had followed in his life, "The Buddha Says the Bowl Sutra".

The momentum on his body continued to rise, and the mana of the Buddha Gate turned into a raging yellow Buddha flame around his body, embellished on the seemingly ordinary yellow monk's robe of the Arhat who raised the bowl, as if the entire body of the Arhat raised the bowl turned into a yellow flame lotus platform, and under the gaze of Zhou Yan's Yuan Shen perception, the Arhat gradually ascended from the cultivation realm of the Heavenly Immortal Realm to the heavens step by step to reach the point of the first realm of the Golden Immortal Realm of the Unsullied Golden Immortal Realm.

At this moment, the whole body of the Arhat is as if he has been reborn, and the whole person exudes vigorous vitality, and the Dharma momentum that is as thick as a mountain and immovable as a mountain emerges on his body.

"You actually burned your own primordial god, why do you bother? Although the technique of burning the primordial god will bring you a temporary increase in strong strength, but this process is irreversible, and this is a point of no return at all. Once your primordial spirit is burned clean, the powerful power you rely on will disappear, and more importantly, you will really have no ability to return to heaven and your soul will be scattered, and you will not even have the slightest hope of reincarnation, you are cutting yourself off", looking at the powerful momentum that emerged from the Arhat, Zhou Yan not only did not feel cautious, but his face showed a trace of pity and sympathy.

Because, the current bowl arhat is fighting in his own primordial god, no matter what the outcome is, he will not reappear in these three realms again, even the mixed yuan saint can't save this situation. Although, because of the identity of the Arhat and his attitude, Zhou Yan wanted to put him to death, but there was a glimmer of life under the Heavenly Dao, and Zhou Yan just wanted to destroy his physical cultivation in this life, and let his Yuan Shen soul go to the underworld and the reincarnation of the six realms, and he didn't want to let his real soul fly away.

It's a pity, it's a pity! In order to deal with himself, the current Arhat has even given up a glimmer of his own life, so why bother! Even if he has reached the realm of the Innocent Golden Immortal, how can he be his opponent, and everything he has done now is nothing but futility in his eyes.

"Hey, since the matter has come to this point, then this seat will send you back to the west!", looking at the bowl arhat in front of him who was silent and his face was shrouded in Buddha light, Zhou Yan sighed and made a move.

With this punch, the world was turned upside down, everything was turned into one, everything was reversed, and a wave with golden light appeared, carrying a round of ups and downs.

This punch is a punch that contains the true meaning of the martial arts of the third style of the Optimus Nine Style Stick Method, "turning over the river and turning the sea".

The golden waves that Zhou Yan's fist power turned into were like the water of the Nine Heavens Milky Way, pouring down and washing towards the Arhat who raised the bowl.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, may I incarnate into a bowl, and I will put down tens of billions of light, and illuminate countless Buddhas in ten directions", holding the bowl Arhat and sounding the Buddha's name, the Buddha on his body is prosperous, and the whole body appears with brass-colored light, just like a golden-bodied Buddha statue enshrined in the temple of the human dynasty in the world, majestic and calm.

One after another, the yellow Buddha light containing the power of the supreme Buddha Tao that the Arhat had realized throughout his life poured out of his body, turning into countless copper walls and iron walls in front of the Arhat who raised the bowl, firmly guarding Zhou Yan in all directions, and the supreme Buddha power contained in the Buddha's light trapped Zhou Yan in it, and even suppressed Zhou Yan, wanting to suppress Zhou Yan in it, and even Zhou Yan's punch "turned the river and the sea" The golden waves that emerged were neutralized and dissipated by the thick vitality of heaven and earth in the Buddha's light.

At this time, the bowl-lifting Arhat who erupted with all his strength really lived up to the name of one of his eighteen Arhats.

"It's just a small road, how can this seat be afraid of you, eat this seat and punch it again, and open it to this seat", Zhou Yan, who was trapped in it, did not have any anxiety on his face, but said with a relaxed face.

Immediately, the divine power in Zhou Yan's body operated, and with another punch, the golden divine power that emerged from his body enveloped his body, and the whole person turned into a bursting meteor that seemed to be able to penetrate the thirty-three heavens, soaring into the sky, smashing all the obstacles in front of him with an indomitable momentum.

In front of Zhou Yan's fist, the layers of copper walls and iron walls made of earth-walking Buddha power were as if they were made of paper, which could be said to be vulnerable to a blow and broken with a single stab. After the bronze wall that had penetrated countless layers of obstacles in front of Zhou Yan and the bowl-raising Arhat was shattered by Zhou Yan's punch, the fist still did not decrease by half a point, and it struck heavily towards the body of the bowl-raising Arhat.

With a "bang", Zhou Yan's fist hit the golden body of the Buddhist Arhat cultivated by the Arhat in the bowl, leaving a clearly visible golden fist mark on it, and the bronze Arhat golden body was centered on the golden fist mark left by Zhou Yan, and golden blood marks appeared in the whole body, and the whole body made a "cough" cracking sound.

"No, ......", with the last word left in the world that came out of the mouth of the Arhat who raised the bowl, under his frightened eyes, the golden body of the Arhat that he had cultivated all his life was destroyed by the power of Zhou Yan's punch.

Immediately, golden flames appeared in the eyes, ears, mouth, and even all parts of the body, enveloping the whole body of the Arhat, and this golden flame was the true fire of the sun cultivated by Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan used the power of the previous punch to invade the body of the Arhat.

The bowl-raising arhat shrouded in the true fire of the sun stared at Zhou Yan with hatred in his eyes, as if he wanted to keep Zhou Yan's face firmly in his heart before he died.

Looking at the eyes of the Arhat who was holding the bowl and revealing unwilling eyes, Zhou Yan chuckled lightly, patted his hands, and said calmly: "Old monk, it is the honor of God to be able to die in the hands of this seat. ”

At this time, the Arhat of the bowl, no matter what he is doing, will not affect anything.

Although, because of the reason why he burned his own primordial spirit, now under the incineration of his own sun true fire, he still retains a breath of vitality immortality, but in Zhou Yan's eyes, he is already dead, and now he can't do anything, what is the difference between him and death.