The monks were about to go forward when Monk Ming Xin immediately said, "Senior brothers, please wait. Let me subdue the demon and kill this vile spawn!"
Before the monks could say anything, Monk Ming Xin had already rushed forward and winked at Qin Mu. He said in a low voice, "When you and I fight, exchange a few more moves and admit defeat. Since you have already admitted defeat, they won't be too embarrassed to kill you. Also, don't use devil techniques, otherwise, they will be jealous again. "
"Little monk's heart isn't bad, he's much better than Old Monk Jing Ming."
Qin Mu's gaze flickered, and he said with a smile, "Let's exchange some pointers."
Monk Ming Xin immediately made his move and used Thunderclap Eight Strikes, Spring Thunder of the Lonely East Sea. His body movement caused thunder to rumble, and it was like a torrential river surging into the sea.
When this move was executed, there was already an apparition of a divine art. The vital qi in front and behind Monk Ming Xin transformed into torrential river water, and majestic mountains could be faintly seen. The river water flowed down from the mountains as though it had come from the sky and smashed into the sea.
When Thunderclap Eight Strikes was executed to this extent, it was no different from a divine art. Rulai's Mahayana Sutra of Great Thunderclap Monastery was indeed worthy of its reputation!
Qin Mu also executed Thunderclap Eight Strikes, and it was also majestic. Mountains, rivers, and spring thunder of the sea. With a world-shaking explosion, the muscles of the two people trembled, and their tendons were like fine dragons tunneling under their skin. They circulated their power to the extreme, causing all the monks to cheer!
"Ming Xin, beat this devil to death!"
A dry and skinny old monk shouted. "This devil is actually cultivating the technique of our Great Thunderclap Monastery, this is blasphemy to buddha, beat him to death!"
Qin Mu's move changed, and he transformed into Thousand-Armed Buddha. In an instant, countless attacks were launched, and his palms transformed into afterimages as though he had a thousand arms. Every move of his palms caused the sound of thunder to explode. He was like a huge buddha waving his thousand arms to subdue demons and devils, causing the expressions of all the monks to change.
Purely from the comprehension of Thunderclap Eight Strikes, Qin Mu, the devil of Heavenly Devil Cult, had already comprehended the essence of Thunderclap Eight Strikes. Qin Mu's attainments in the Thousand-Armed Buddha had already surpassed eighty to ninety percent of the monks in the temple!
The shouts of the monks became softer as they muttered in their hearts, "It seems like Ming Xin's attainment in this move is not as good as his. I'm afraid he won't be able to defeat him …"
Monk Ming Xin also used the Thousand-Armed Buddha. As soon as they clashed, he immediately knew that his attainment was not enough. He hurriedly shook his body and activated the Victorious Fighting Technique. His body expanded rapidly, and countless Buddhist scriptures appeared around him. They surrounded his body like a huge bell, and the sound of the bell rang out continuously.
The two Thousand-Armed Buddhas collided. In an instant, it was obvious who had the upper hand. Qin Mu's palm hit the big bell formed by the Buddhist scriptures. Suddenly, Buddhist light burst out from the bell wall, circle after circle.
At this moment, Qin Mu no longer looked like a devil. He was clearly an eminent monk who had achieved the Dao, a young buddha with a green dragon circling around his body. He had a solemn appearance.
The next moment, Monk Ming Xin saw Qin Mu's palm breaking through the big bell and turning into a fist. The fist imprint was imprinted on his chest, and he couldn't help being astonished.
Qin Mu's punch had pierced through the flaw of his Rulai's Mahayana Sutra. With his fist as a print, he took advantage of the gap and went straight for the root of the problem. This strike had almost hit his fatal acupoint!
However, Qin Mu's punch didn't have much power, and he pulled it back after a gentle touch.
The hearts of the monks calmed down. 'The cultivation of this devil isn't high, it's just that his moves are exquisite.'
Monk Ming Xin composed himself and hurriedly counterattacked. He saw Qin Mu swimming around like a dragon with his thousand arms dancing. In an instant, countless flaws appeared on the big bell of the Buddhist scriptures. The heart of his brows, his ears, his eyes, the heart of his back, his sea of qi, his jade pillow, and all the other fatal acupoints were imprinted by Qin Mu. In the blink of an eye, he had suffered over a hundred fatal attacks!
These attacks were all aimed at the flaws of his Rulai's Mahayana Sutra. Monk Ming Xin was in a daze. He felt like he was a vat that was leaking water everywhere. There were fatal flaws everywhere, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
In order to get rid of his flaws, he had changed Rulai's Mahayana Sutra on his own accord. He had thought that the flaw at his throat had been erased, but he hadn't expected that it would affect his entire body, causing more and more flaws to appear.
"The cultivation of this devil is indeed not high!"
All the monks relaxed. "He still can't break Ming Xin's Golden Bell Protection, so no matter how exquisite his moves are, without a strong cultivation, they won't have any destructive power."
Qin Mu pulled back his hand, and Monk Ming Xin came back to his senses. He immediately gave his thanks. "Many thanks for senior brother's guidance! Only now do I know that Rulai's Mahayana Sutra can't be easily changed. "
Qin Mu shook his head. "It's not that you can't change it, but you lack an opponent who can let you unleash your potential to your fullest. If there's a person with great wisdom and vision who can force you to improve continuously and change the flaws in your technique, you will be able to achieve perfection. "
Monk Ming Xin immediately looked at him, and Qin Mu shook his head again. "I can't do it, I don't have this ability. Go find Rulai and let him teach you Rulai's Mahayana Sutra directly. With me as your opponent, the improvement I can bring to you is limited. "
Monk Ming Xin agreed and said, "Rulai is particular about fate, and I don't know if there's such a fate … This is bad!"
His expression changed drastically, and he stomped his feet. "This is bad! If you had lost to me, they wouldn't have the face to continue beating you to death. Now that you have won against me, they still want to beat you to death! What should we do now? "
"Ming Xin, stand down."
A middle-aged monk came forward with a slightly grim expression. "Junior Brother Ming Xin, aren't you a little too kind-hearted? This is subduing a demon and getting rid of a devil, yet you still held back and didn't unleash your full cultivation. If you didn't take his life, would you have left this devil to harm the world? This is a huge sin! "
Monk Ming Xin opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the monk waved his sleeves. "Why aren't you standing down and reflect?"
Monk Ming Xin could only back down, feeling extremely wronged. 'When did I hold back? I had clearly unleashed my full strength. '
The middle-aged monk looked at Qin Mu and said, "Cult Master Qin, you are the cult master of Heavenly Devil Cult, and I'm just a nameless monk from Great Thunderclap Monastery's Heavenly Dragon Cloister. This isn't considered bullying the weak, right?"
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