Chapter 187

As the young monk spoke, he raised his palm.

Under the pressure of Yan Zhao's palm, the young monk began to retreat step by step.

This retreat is also eighteen steps.

Every time he takes a step back, his strength and aura will suddenly increase.

Eighteen steps later, it is clear that there is also an eighteen-story hell.

The eighteen levels of hell in Yanzhao are like towers.

The eighteen levels of hell for the young monk are exactly the opposite, with layers downward, like an upside-down pagoda, with the base of the tower on the top and the top of the tower rushing down.

After he retreated these eighteen steps, it was difficult for Yan Zhao to move forward.

It's not that Yan Zhao's own power has declined, but the opponent's power has suddenly skyrocketed.

The dark giant Buddha condensed by his palm, also has a breathtaking brilliance when his eyes open and close.

Yan Zhao's heart sank suddenly.

It doesn't matter how the opponent responds to his life-threatening blow, it's just that he has pushed his own strength to the extreme, sending out the strongest blow in his life.

It would be best if they could fight for the same end.

But now it seems that hope is going to be dashed.

The other party did return him a move to hell every step of the way.

However, it is different from the step-by-step hell in the hands of the Tathagata on the side of the Demon Cult.

The opponent's step-by-step hell also forcibly increased the level of power in his moves, giving birth to the essence in the true form.

A person in the thirteenth realm surpasses the limit and activates the power of the fourteenth realm.

Speaking of it, it seems that it is better than Yan Zhao's step-by-step hell improvement.

But the young monk's face was only a little pale, and the reversed "卍" characters on the eyebrows turned much slower.

It's not like Yan Zhao at all, his body is about to collapse before the attack lands on the opponent.

The opponent casts Hell every step of the way, and will not pay his life as a price!

Even, there won't be much loss.

Looking at it, it's just a loss of vitality.

Although I don't know if this young monk can continue to display such unique skills, but at least, after fighting this palm, he definitely still has the strength to fight again.

Looking at the 18 hells hanging upside down, Yan Zhao felt enlightened.

Zuitutuo secretly learned the magical skills back then, and had to remnants of the chapters. After trying to make up for it, he got a specious step-by-step hell.

But at this moment, in front of my eyes is the orthodox and complete version.

In the clutches of the Tathagata, the true colors of hell step by step.

After the palms of both sides collided together, the pitch-black giant Buddha and the eighteen layers of hell condensed by Yanzhao's palm began to annihilate and shatter!

Although they are both at the fourteenth level of power, the full version of Tathagata's Demon Palm blatantly smashed the remnants of themselves.

The collision of the two palms immediately triggered a violent earthquake on the snowy plateau.

On the Daxue Mountain near this area, the mountain collapsed and an avalanche broke out.

The rushing valley collapsed and the river was buried.

The ground cracked and spread to all directions, forming many rift valleys like angry dragons.

Yanzhao was defeated without any suspense.

Regardless of victory or defeat, his life will come to an end.

The tall and burly young body has become haggard again, dying of old age.

Yanzhao stood on the spot, not unwilling or angry, but just looked at the young monk with a little ecstasy.

The other party looked at him with a smile: "So, the benefactor should leave without regret."

After a short pause, he clasped his palms together: "Kamma breaks the Three Realms, and the poor monk can do it too. Donor, you don't have any chance, but the poor monk is very curious. How did you learn the one way of karma breaking the Three Realms? Zuitutuo probably won't." of."

"I would like to know, how many forms of the complete Tathagata's magic palm, can you tell me?" Yan Zhao asked without answering.

But he didn't wait for the answer, or rather, he didn't expect to get the answer.

After saying a word, he calmly closed his eyes.

Then there is no more breath.

A generation of demon sect elders died just like that.

The young monk shook his head, leaped over Yan Zhao's body, and chased after Tan Yunsheng and others who were running into the distance.

After he passed Yan Zhao's body, that body turned into fly ash and ceased to exist.

The young monk quickly caught up with Tan Yunsheng.

However, after catching up with Tan Yunsheng, he was stunned instead.

This kind-hearted, smiling fat old man, after sending out the message, knew that he couldn't run away, so he simply stopped in his tracks.

He glanced at the disciples of the Devil's Cult who were fleeing with him, and sighed, "They're all good guys, I'm sorry for you guys."

Then, a type of Guanghan knife unfolded.

The knife light like a full moon spread out from him, killing all the people accompanying him.

When the young monk caught up, he saw a tragic scene. Tan Yunsheng was surrounded by dead bodies, and he himself stood quietly on the spot.

Just like Yan Zhao just now, he was also dead.

As he was dying, Tan Yunsheng smiled at the young monk, then closed his eyes.

For the first time, the relaxed expression disappeared from the young monk's face. He looked at Tan Yunsheng's body solemnly, and after a long silence, he turned and left.

He returned to the Buddhist temple shrouded in the light and shadow of the black lotus.

Another monk in the temple greeted him: "My lord."

"Move it here, otherwise it may be destroyed by someone, and you will die for nothing." The young monk said.

He glanced at the temple.

In a seemingly peaceful and peaceful scene, some locals are worshiping Buddha in the temple.

It looks no different from the Buddhist temples in China.

But that's just the atmosphere.

No one would think that this is a well-behaved temple if they see those bone Buddha statues, blood-stained Buddha pillars, and other evil magic tools.

The people who chanted here devoutly looked peaceful and joyful, but their eyes were more or less dull.

The abbot of the temple bowed to the young monk and said, "I will abide by the decree of your lord."

The young monk nodded, left the temple, and headed west.

Crossing the plateau, coming to the edge of the flat area, and stepping into the seemingly endless snow-capped mountains, the young monk walked all the way, and finally came to the foot of a mountain.

On the top of the mountain, a black treasure tree stands abruptly.

The snow-capped mountains are all pure white as far as the eye can see, only this black treasure tree seems to never belong here, but it seems like the center of this ice and snow world.

Here, the Great Vajra Temple and the Devil's Cult have been explored successively back then, and there was no special existence at that time.

But at this moment, this black precious tree stood on the top of the snow mountain as if it had appeared out of thin air.

Under the precious tree, an old monk sat alone in samadhi.

The young monk came to him without making a sound, but stood quietly aside.

After a while, the old monk opened his eyes.

The young monk saluted him: "Master."

"What's the matter?" asked the old monk.

"Master, I met a person who stole the knowledge of the palm of God. It is not like the disciple of Zuituotuo. It should be an outsider who taught the palm of God after the death of Zuituo Tuo and learned the palm of God." The young monk replied: "Besides, this person knows the three realms of karma. .”

The old monk asked: "Complete karma breaking the Three Realms?"

"Plausible, incomplete." The young monk replied: "It should be based on the fragments of Zui Toutuo's God's Palm, and he created it himself, but it is undoubtedly the karma that breaks the three realms. My disciple thinks that there should be other references."

The old monk said: "Didn't you collect the news before? The previous owner of this snow field was a sect called the Great Vajra Temple, who practiced the evil sect's vajra knotting Tibetan method, and had a martial art called the Vajra Slashing Knife. If you use the reversal as a reference, there is indeed a chance to figure out the three worlds of karma."

The young monk clasped his palms together: "This disciple also conjectured, and originally planned to capture the other party for interrogation, but it is a pity that this man died in a manual battle. The disciple is incompetent and did not get a living sentence."

After that, he described Yanzhao's hell step by step.

After hearing this, the old monk shook his head lightly: "Zui Toutuo's legacy is endless."

Then he stopped talking about it, and asked instead: "After you fight against the opponent, you may be able to judge clearly whether the opponent is from the lineage of the Ancient God Sect?"

The young monk replied: "It seems that there is a style of martial arts Guanghan Dao recorded in the Sutra of Taiyin, which indeed seems to be a direct inheritance of the ancient gods, but looking at their clothes, they don't look like people from the ancient gods.

As a result of the disciple's investigations outside these days, although there is a force called the Demon Sect in this world who claims to be the Ancient God Sect, they seem to be unaware of the existence of the world of mortals.

The disciple guessed that they might be a branch of the Ancient God Sect here.

But it is not sure whether they are closely related to the ancient gods. "

Having said that, the young monk's face became slightly gloomy: "If the connection is close, then the ancient gods may have obtained the divine palm they stole from Zuitutuo."

"Don't rush to draw conclusions, take this world, everything will be clear." The old monk said: "Go steadily, first collect as much information as possible, we are still very unfamiliar with this place."

The young monk clasped his palms together: "Yes, Master."

………………

On the Southern Wilderness Ancient God Peak, Chen Luoyang came out of the Zhurong Fentian Formation, and ordered the Great Elder Xie Chong to guard the formation properly and not cause any more trouble.

Then, he returned to his residence to rest.

At this moment, the atmosphere on and off the Ancient God Peak was a little tense.

On the one hand, the day of the decisive battle between the leader of the family and the leader of the foreign race is approaching.

On the one hand, it was the second time that the earth fire lava under the ancient god peak went into trouble.

Zhang Tianheng, the head of the White Tiger Palace who was newly appointed, was in an extremely bad mood.

Prior to the Northern Expedition of the leader, Su Wei, the head of Xuanwu Hall, commanded a large number of Xuanwu Hall disciples to accompany him, and the work of the inner guard of the main altar mainly fell on the shoulders of Baihu Hall.

Now there was another commotion, he tripped twice on the same rock, not only the Great Elder Xie Chong and the Right Envoy Wang Fei were disgraced, but also the White Tiger Hall.

Although Zhang Tianheng had just taken office and was still in the stage of familiarizing himself with the environment, it was strictly understandable that something happened, but Zhang Tianheng himself could not accept it and regarded it as a great shame.

So not long after the purge of the previous few days, another cleanup was launched on the Ancient God Peak.

The eyes of Xie Chong, Wang Fei, Zhang Tianheng and others were almost green, and everyone looked like a spy.

Chen Luoyang, who was well aware of the truth of the matter, issued an order not to allow the purge to expand, lest everyone be in danger and affect the unity and daily life of the whole teaching.

With his growing prestige, he looked confident, and finally calmed down Zhang Tianheng, Wang Fei and others.

However, at this time, he got another news.

The head of the Suzaku Palace, the Empress Yan Mingkong has returned.