Chapter 1611： One finger condenses thunder (four more ask monthly ticket)

Ning Yu stared at Qin Xuan.

"Who are you? This is a place where Buddhism teaches Zen. How can you let you go crazy!?"

In the Pure Land of Mahayana, a supreme immortal pulse slowly spoke, his voice trembling like a soul, approaching Qin Xuan's knowledge of the sea.

Even Wukong, his eyes condensed slightly, he looked at Qin Xuan, his eyes changed, but he did not stop.

"Dust, don't you worry about him?" Wukong looked at Xiao Wu instead, slowly.

"Worry nothing." Xiao Wu chuckled. If she were to be the master of Xianmai, she might be worried, but she was a disciple of Xianmai in the realm of harmony.

Xiao Wu shook his head slightly. How could he worry about Qin Changqing?

This attitude caused Wukong to frown slightly, as he remembered Qin Xuan's wild words before.

Mahayana Immortal Vessel Supreme...

The dignified immortal pulse is supreme, and it is really arrogant to start with the word "qu" in his mouth.

"Well, if he loses, he will be rescued, just to teach him a lesson!"

"The dust came from the last stars, and this young man may also be the same, a little bit ignorant of the height of the sky."

Wukong murmured in his heart, and raised his hand to stop the supreme opening of the other Immortal Zen Buddhist Temple.

"Xian Chan Buddhist Temple, what the **** are you doing!"

"The two immortals talk about Zen fighting power. How can outsiders be allowed to participate?"

"Hmph, the Xianzen Buddhist Temple is getting more and more desperate, and it is actually asking outsiders for help."

"Even so, what can it be? No one in the Immortal Zen Buddhist Temple competes with Ning Yu in the He Dao realm, let alone outsiders."

"When I look at the face of this child, I seem to be a little familiar, Feng Lei Wanwu Sect...Qin Changqing!?"

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, standing with his hands behind.

In his ears, a variety of words came in slowly, but he still didn't hear it.

Qin Xuan looked at Ning Yu faintly, "Do you dare to fight?"

"Donor, this is the place where Buddhism talks about Zen. The donator is not a person from Buddhism, how can he replace the Immortal Zen Buddhist Temple!" Ning Yu folded his hands together and said with a slight salute: "I hope that the donor will not be fooling around, or retreat, two immortals. The dispute does not allow outsiders to participate."

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "In the realm of cultivation, the strong is respected, and the strong is the weak. How can we distinguish between Buddha and non-Buddha!?"

"Buddha cultivation is no more than a line of cultivation world."

"If you dare not, then give up, I won't do it!"

Qin Xuan's faint words made Ning Yu frowned, and the Immortal Vessel Supreme of the Mahayana Pure Land and the many disciples felt even more sullen.

"presumptuous!"

Amidst the roar, a rumbling sound sounded, and the supreme who had the Pure Land of Mahayana wanted to do it, pressing his palm prints against Qin Xuan.

"Fine!"

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded.

I saw a voice slowly sounded at the highest point of the place where Zen was taught in the ancient temple.

The Lord Buddha of the Pure Land of Mahayana slowly spoke. He was like a Maitreya Buddha with a smile on his face.

"This donor is right. Buddhism is also a vein in the realm of cultivation. If the donor wants to talk about Zen fighting power with Ning Yu, it doesn't hurt to have a trial!"

"Ning Yu, Buddhism is wide open, all visitors are here, how can you be so rude!?"

The voice of the Buddha of the Pure Land made the entire ancient temple silent.

On the side, a thin and dry Buddha also slowly said, "Well, if this person also loses, this time I talk about Zen fighting power, and I count as losing the Zen Buddhist Temple!"

"Temple Lord!"

In the Xianchan Buddhist Temple, many Xianmai Supreme spoke with surprise in their eyes.

The Lord of the Immortal Zen Temple, actually handed the victory to an outsider?

He is in the realm of Taoism, and is not a disciple of the Xianchan Buddhist Temple, how can he represent the Xianchan Buddhist Temple.

"Ning Yu is very talented. One person has surpassed the seven of my Immortal Buddhist Temple, and he is already defeated!"

"It's not as good, it's not as good as it's vain. It's high and low for a while, but it makes Er wait unwilling and unwilling."

The thin old monk slowly said, "It seems that my Immortal Zen Buddhist Temple is indeed not as good as before, and I dare not even admit a little fact."

With this remark, there was a hint of coldness, reprimanding, so that all the Buddhist disciples of the Immortal Zen Buddhist Temple present were shocked.

"Amitabha!"

Many Buddhas who were present at the scene also cast their eyes slightly.

The Buddhism event is meant to be a practice for the disciples of the next generation, not to compete for a moment.

"Everyone is looking at each other!" The Lord of Pure Land also spoke lightly.

Ning Yu looked at Qin Xuan, now that the two immortal Buddha masters have spoken, what else can he say.

"Donor, in that case, you and I talk about Zen..."

"Zen!?" Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Buddha says that all beings are equal, but the two immortal veins, tens of thousands of Buddhist monasteries, are divided into ancient temples and monasteries in the three thousand pure land, and the immortal veins are also high."

"What is the use of tens of thousands of Zen, but the strong is respected, and strength is the greatest Zen!"

Ning Yu's discoloration changed slightly. It was the first time that he heard such unreasonable, tyrannical, but difficult words to refute.

It is not that it cannot be refuted, but that there are too many reasons for refuting, but without a word, it can completely refute the four characters of respect for the strong.

"The donor wants to fight with me!" Ning Yu didn't say much to Qin Xuan. At this moment, the two great immortal veins, many of the immortal veins supreme, are here, a little bit of a faux pas, and it's a shame.

What's more, Ning Yu didn't think he would lose.

The person in front of him was not any Xianbang Tianjiao he knew, or a direct line of the same immortal vein, and even Xuezang Tianjiao, Ning Yu didn't think he would lose.

"Let's do it, why say more!" Qin Xuan's voice was indifferent, lazy to talk nonsense.

He was just fighting for a trace of face for the Immortal Zen Buddhist Temple, as the feeling of taking care of Xiao Wu without time.

Ning Yu stared, "Donor, please be careful!"

When the sound fell, in an instant, a golden footprint appeared under his feet, but his figure had already disappeared in place.

In Qin Xuan's eyes, Ning Yu had already appeared in front of him.

The palm of the folded palm, the left hand has not moved, but the right hand has been blasted out.

This palm seems to be forged like gold, and its vast Buddha power is almost condensed to the extreme.

Not only that, there are characters in the palm of his palm, such as suppressing everything, even Qin Xuan's Sea of ​​Consciousness wants to be bombarded, if it weren't for Qin Xuan's Palace of the Azure Emperor in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, ordinary people in the Dao Realm would lose consciousness for a moment.

The battle of Hedao Realm can be determined in an instant.

Qin Xuan's gaze was long, and in Ning Yu's slightly surprised gaze, he put out a finger without the slightest direction, and slowly landed on that palm.

In an instant, in the palm of the hand, the print was broken, and the Buddha power on the palm of the hand seemed to burst.

Qin Xuan slowly said, "This second-grade Fumo Town dragon is good, but it's a pity..."

The sound fell, Qin Xuan's fingertips, a ray of dark thunder light flashed.

The power of the purple thunder palm gathered in this finger, and instantly passed over Ning Yu's body.

In the next moment, Ning Yuru was bombarded by Xumi Mountain, and retreated a hundred feet. The ancient temple was roaring like a giant hammer hitting the ground.

Qin Xuan slowly put away that finger, and stood with his hand in his hands, his white clothes as old.

"You are too weak!"

At the sound of the sound, at the corner of Ning Yu's mouth, a smear of blood overflowed.

Those eyes were filled with disbelief.

The two great Buddha masters couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The master of the Xianchan Temple slowly said: "Xuantianzong, Purple Thunder Palm!"

"It should be him!"

On the side, the Pure Land Buddha also nodded slightly and slowly uttered a name.

"Emperor Qing, Qin Changqing!"