The elephant was invisible, the loud voice was loud, and the blow of both of them with all their strength did not cause a monstrous roar, but quietly and silently, quickly intertwined and dissolved, making a void turn into a piece of paste like a collapse. For this blow, Mo Ke did not rely on the innate spirit treasure, nor did he use strong physical body and other means, but only relied on his own Dharma divine understanding, and the platinum Buddha light like the Buddha of ten thousand Buddhas, after blooming, actually offset the woman's three palms, forming a posture of equal strength.

Like a streamer, the two terrifying forces quickly dissolved into each other, the woman was shocked, and Moko's face showed an epiphany-like abruptness, and the white and gold pure Buddha light rippling around her body was extremely holy and admirable. At this moment, the pure essence of Buddhism flowed in his mind, the Ten Thousand Buddhas and Three Lives Sutra was the source foundation, the three thousand Buddhas vibrated together, the Buddha's voice and Zen chanting were like a tide, and his eyes naturally showed the wisdom of a wise man.

At this moment, Moko's posture and situation are very similar to his mysterious master.

There is no trace of distractions, with the Ten Thousand Buddhas and Three Lives Sutra as the source, a pure and thorough perception ripples in the heart, the three thousand Buddhist Sutras continue to resound, ups and downs, every time it sounds, Moko has a new understanding, every time it sounds, Moko has a kind of enlightenment. There has never been such a moment when Moko has such a deep understanding of the essence of the Buddha, and is very organized, that even some of the mysteries of the Dharma that have been fully empowered have been completely used for his own purposes and integrated into the three thousand Dharmas.

At that time, the mysterious master of Moko with infinite merits and golden light, in his Buddha evolved a Bodhi tree, on which there are 3,000 Bodhi seeds, each of which contains a kind of Buddhist mystery, and at this moment finally began to be comprehended, and was truly enlightened by Moko.

It seemed to be a long time, and it seemed that in an instant, Moko felt that the Dharma and magic powers he used were all blended with each other, turning into a white-gold river, which was ever-changing, rolling, and containing the essence of infinite Buddhism, and began to condense rapidly, with a tendency of infinite condensation.

Moko's situation at this moment is a sign that the ancient Buddha of Buddhism has achieved the great bodhisattva, and the Buddhism in his body is fused, infinitely condensed, and finally turned into a relic.

"Boom"

Naturally, an incomparably strong, noble, compassionate, and indescribable force erupted from Moko's body, intensifying, extending in all directions, full of grandeur and incomparable flavor.

At this moment, the two forces that the two of them had just struck with all their strength had already dissolved by seven or eight points, except for an area that seemed to be paste, but it was extremely calm. Even so, the eight people, including the woman, could not calm down.

The six Da Luo Jin Immortal powerhouses who had just been injured by Mo Ke each used their means, either releasing magic weapons, or unleashing their magical powers, blocking the momentum released by Mo Ke at this moment, and their faces showed a look of horror. And the man, who was slightly weaker than the false saint, showed naked envy in his eyes.

"Hua Miaoran, this is a sign that he is going to be promoted to the Great Bodhisattva, this person's potential is so terrifying, he just struck with you with all his strength, and he didn't fall behind at all, and he was not a pseudo-saint, it seems that this person's cultivation of Buddhism is very terrifying, and it is also difficult to get promoted directly, and he can't let him get his wish!" The man like a big man said in a cold voice, with jealousy and Sen Ran in his eyes.

"Innate God Fist, break it for me!"

The opportunity was fleeting, and the big man, who was only a step weaker than the pseudo-saint, shouted, tall and majestic, as if he wanted to lead the world, and in a flash, he had already skillfully come to the front of Moko, and countless shadow fists bombarded out.

Boom, boom, boom!

In an instant, Dahan struck out forty-nine punches in a row! The fists and fists all enveloped the forty-nine acupuncture points on Moko's body. These forty-nine punches, like a dragon and a tiger, like a wolf and a leopard, like a meteor smashing the ground, like a disaster from the sky, can be said to be the essence of force vividly expressed. At the same time, ethereal and agile, like an antelope hanging its horns, there is no trace to be found, and Moko hit another punch in addition to the forty-nine punches, the fiftieth punch!

Ancient books and clouds, the number of Dayan is fifty, go to forty-nine, get one, fifty, is the congenital number of perfection, the innate fist of the Han Dynasty, follow this mystery in the dark.

This punch is simply a stroke of genius, no one can describe the ethereal and formless of this punch, the agility of this punch, the nothingness of this punch, the horror of this punch, and the perfection of this punch.

This fiftieth punch seems to be a punch that doesn't exist at all, a punch that escapes, and it has infinite terrifying power.

Bang!

Dahan punched out, it was simply a sight of the world, unstoppable, naturally there was a majestic aura of dominating the universe, and the waves around him were rolling, tearing the surrounding void into a turbulent current, turning into a galactic vortex, constantly circulating and rising.

Under this fiftieth punch, it seemed that everything was irresistible and had to be torn apart and collapsed.

The face changed slightly, the pseudo-saint called Hua Miaoran's face changed slightly, swaying slightly, like colorful butterflies flying, with a wave of the jade hand, a snow-white handkerchief suddenly flew up, dripping and spinning, and it had already landed on the top of the heads of the six Da Luo Jin Immortals.

At the same time, the punch of the big man's fierce dominance has been completely bombarded.

When the fiftieth punch was punched by the Great Han, in fact, Moko had reached the most important juncture of transformation, and the mysteries that fused into the river of Buddha were solidifying, condensing, and had turned into the size of a basin, but there was a feeling of endless succession in his body, as if the Buddha Yuan power in his body was not enough to be promoted.

This situation is really a bit terrifying, you must know that Mo Ke's current Buddha Yuan Power is born from the Buddha Power of Ten Thousand Buddhas and Three Lives, and it is a fusion of a large number of chaotic ancient qi, and the wish power of all living beings cannot provide enough support. For this situation, Mo Ke was slightly awe-struck, and suddenly realized that his fusion this time could be said to be a mixture of three thousand Buddhist scriptures of Buddhism, with ten thousand Buddhas and three lives scriptures as the source, it is naturally a thousand difficulties.

After the follow-up was weak, the Buddha's mysteries, which had been condensed into the size of a basin, suddenly dissipated, and once again turned into a white-gold river, flowing through Moko's body.

Mo Ke suddenly opened his eyes, although he was not promoted in one fell swoop this time and became a great bodhisattva, but his strength has been refined and condensed once, and he has risen to a higher level again. And what greeted him with this joy was the terrifying punch of the big man, which was simply dominating the world.

The fiftieth punch, the one that escaped, the innate god fist!

"Amitabha"

With a compassionate smile on his face, Moko slowly stretched out a finger, and the fingertips bloomed with a bright white-gold Buddha light, like flowing water, and then, a white-gold lotus bloomed out, bright and vivid, and trembled slightly, and it was already like a dream, and it was ready to meet the terrifying punch on the opposite side.

"Amitabha"

A clear sound of Buddha's chant, and then, three thousand voices of Amitabha Buddha sounded in unison, the white golden lotus with a mysterious Zen sense, slightly rotated, and a white golden light bloomed, all of which were some thumb-sized white gold Buddhas, these golden Buddhas, thousands, all of them were lifelike, vivid, and faced the terrifying fifty punches.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth seemed to be destroyed at this moment, the terrifying power was pervasive, the void was chaotic, the white-gold Buddha light, the terrifying fist power, intertwined with each other, the situation was terrifying, majestic and vast.

Thundered

In the monstrous roar, the white-gold Buddha light soared, a strange lotus fragrance permeated, and a mouthful of blood spat out from Dahanwa, and his face turned pale in an instant. That's not all, the layer of gray air that originally permeated the big man's body also collapsed together!

Obviously, this gray air flow was blocking the strange force here, and it collapsed, which also affected the big man, and his face became more and more embarrassed.

"Hurry up!"

Hua Miaoran's delicate face changed again, she screamed, her figure flashed, and she had already come to the side of the big man, and with a throw of her jade hand, a ball of colorful brilliance bloomed, and she was enveloped in it at once. At the same time, the snow-white handkerchief that protected the six Da Luo Jin Immortals was also magnificent.

"Amitabha donors, please stay. Speaking indifferently, Moko had a feeling of lightness.

At the same time as he spoke, Mo Ke's body moved, and he had already come to the side of the six Da Luo Jin Immortals, and with a wave of his palm, he filled the sky and turned into a huge golden Buddha palm, and pinched it skillfully into a huge fist print, as soon as this fist mark came out, the six Da Luo Jin Immortals suddenly had a trance feeling of being suppressed, and all colors, lights, smells, sounds, etc. lost their color, and became unintentional, eyeless and earless, and their thoughts seemed to be non-existent.

This is an ancient fist seal in Buddhism, the Great Buddha Seal, once unfolded, the person being cast immediately falls into a state of having thoughts, no thoughts, and non-thinking.

"Click! click!"

The snow-white handkerchief cracked rapidly, and it seemed that it could not withstand this terrifying pressure, and the six Great Luo Golden Immortals in it roared wildly, each using their own means, as if they were afraid of Moko's Dao.

"Wind and fire banana fan!"

Hua Miaoran shouted, and a large-leaf banana fan suddenly appeared in the jade palm, showing blue and red, and there was an ancient chaotic aura flowing on it, and it was suddenly incited.

The wind and fire banana fan is the beginning of the flood, a spiritual root banana tree evolved out, and a total of two leaves were born, both of which were turned into innate spiritual treasures, one is the famous banana fan, and the other is the wind and fire banana fan.

Wind and fire banana fan can attract the divine wind, the heavenly calamity and divine fire, which is extremely terrifying.

"Boom"

The terrifying roar swept over, and Mo Ke folded his hands, urging the Wind Shelter Bead and the Ten Thousand Flames Alchemy Body, and let the Wind and Fire Banana Fan incite the monstrous Divine Fire Divine Wind, and he did not move. However, in the end, he transferred part of his strength, and the six Great Luo Golden Immortals erupted together, shaking him back at once.

"Photograph!"

With a movement in his heart, a golden-colored streamer flew out and pursued him, this golden light was Moko's innate spirit treasure bundle immortal rope.