He had actually broken through the door with just one finger …
The Monk had thought that he and the youngster would be evenly matched opponents.
But when he saw Wang Ling break through the door with just one finger …
The feeling of shock that made one's pupils tremble could no longer be described with words.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sat upright on one side.
He had never doubted the youngster's strength.
Brother Ling was still as strong as ever …
It had always been the same from the moment he had met him.
To be honest, when Wang Ling's fingers had touched the temple door, he had actually been pleasantly surprised.
There had never been an opponent in this world who could make him take things seriously.
And this Zen Master Golden Lamp in Kaiguang Temple might be one.
But after breaking through the door, the pleasant surprise that had arisen in Wang Ling's heart was immediately extinguished …
"This humble monk has long heard of Ling Zhenren's great name. If Ling Zhenren can smoothly enter my Hall of Great Strength, this humble monk will tell you everything I know! "At that moment, Golden Lamp, who had been knocking on the wooden fish with his eyes closed, finally opened his eyes.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had never had a chance to meet the Monk's gaze before.
Now, he saw Zen Master Golden Lamp open his eyes.
They were a pair of intimidating golden eyes, which seemed to have the divine power to wash away all evil in the world.
But let's be honest.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal still felt that this was far from the shock he had felt when he had first seen the King's Eye.
"Swastika …" Wang Ling could only see Master Golden Lamp's back.
But he already knew that the other party had opened the "swastika" which was said to be something only the supreme saints of Buddhism were qualified to possess.
As the supreme saint of Buddhism, Master Golden Lamp had condensed the energy of each of his reincarnations into his pupils.
Now, he had experienced 3,910 reincarnations.
There were 3,910 pupils on that side.
Now, Wang Ling seemed to understand a little why this Zen Master Golden Lamp was so interested in his "King's Eye."
She was a serious contact lens enthusiast.
This "swastika" was Zen Master Golden Lamp's prized natal item.
It could wash away all evil in the world, understand people's reincarnation, and see through their weaknesses.
He had condensed his experiences from 3,910 reincarnations into this small "swastika."
His "Note" was to sort out all the mistakes he had made in these reincarnations, like a collection of wrong answers.
Those mistakes in battle, mistakes in positioning … all kinds of wrong combat experience turned into a torrent of history and gathered in Zen Master Golden Lamp's eyes.
He firmly remembered these mistakes in his heart.
All of this was so that he wouldn't make the same mistake in his next reincarnation.
The moment Wang Ling stepped through the doorway …
The swastika, which had not been released for a long time, unleashed its divine power at this moment.
It resonated with every single tile in the courtyard!
Wang Ling stepped on the first tile in the courtyard.
This was the pressure of Zen Master Golden Lamp's reincarnation.
Wang Ling saw a memory fragment from the monk's first reincarnation …
However, this was just a flashback.
He saw Le You knocking on the wooden fish alone …
The camera zoomed in on the wooden fish.
Wang Ling didn't understand.
He took another step forward.
The second step was indeed more stressful than before.
The further one walked forward, the greater the pressure on the floor tiles in the middle courtyard.
The reincarnation pressure contained in the tiles behind him would continue to build up.
It was impossible for a person to absorb such an enormous amount of information in such a short period of time.
"No matter how powerful a person is, it's impossible for them to withstand the memories of a thousand reincarnations in such a short period of time." Zen Master Golden Lamp smiled slightly.
When Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had come in, he had only been going through the motions.
Now that Wang Ling was here, he naturally received him with the "highest standard."
The swastika concentrated the mental pressure from all his reincarnations and spread it out through the tiles in the courtyard …
No one would be able to withstand such a terrifying power.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal looked out of the courtyard.
Although he didn't doubt Wang Ling's strength, it looked like the youngster in front of him had run into some kind of trouble.
He walked step by step in the middle of the courtyard, walking very slowly …
"Senior Immortal, if your friend refuses to admit defeat because of his pride, you can communicate with him and finally pass on the message to this poor monk. This poor monk won't laugh at him. "Zen Master Golden Lamp had a triumphant expression on his face.
How could he not know how much mental pressure the swastika exerted?
The youngster had only just crossed one-tenth of the road.
This one-tenth of the road was the mental pressure of 391 reincarnations!
He had lived at least a hundred years in each reincarnation, and at most thousands of years. Only someone who had experienced this kind of pressure could truly understand.
Zen Master Golden Lamp sighed in his heart.
Unfortunately, in the end, this youngster wasn't Dao Ancestor Wang.
If it had been Dao Ancestor Wang himself, it definitely wouldn't have been so strenuous.
…
Hm …
Wang Ling had to admit that he was indeed walking very slowly.
But the truth was that he didn't feel much mental pressure.
This can be seen from his luxuriant hair.
He walked very slowly, deliberately stepping on every tile. On one hand, it was for fun.
On the other hand, he wanted to investigate the monk's background through the flashbacks of his memories triggered when he stepped on the tiles.
Unfortunately, he had stepped on hundreds of tiles, and those fragmented memories couldn't be pieced together into a complete memory.
It could only be said that the monk in the Hall of Great Strength indeed had an extraordinary background.
But it seemed that he wasn't as powerful as Wang Ling had imagined.
He strolled leisurely over every tile, peeking at the flashbacks of each of the monk's lives. The headache he felt wasn't even as much as the pressure he had felt before the final exam for No. 60 Middle School.
This disappointed him from the bottom of his heart.
He opened his hand, and earth-colored spirit power gathered in his palm.
Zen Master Golden Lamp noticed this scene in the courtyard.
Very quickly, he realized that the youngster was actually using his spirit energy to absorb the elements of heaven and earth, and imitating the tiles in the courtyard, he had created an identical clay brick.
The monk instantly laughed. "Do you want this poor monk to integrate his experience of reincarnation into this brick?"
Wang Ling didn't answer.
He didn't have any experience of reincarnation.
Because this was his first life experience … and it hadn't even caught up to reincarnation.
What he had done was to fuse all the experiences he had experienced in the past 16 years into this brick.
If he could live to be sixteen hundred years old, then the experience in this brick would be one percent of his life experience.
If he could live to be sixteen thousand years old, then the experience in this brick would be one thousandth of his life experience …
…
Of course, Wang Ling didn't know how long he could live.
But compared with his long life, the experiences in his hands were definitely a drop in the ocean.
Compared with Zen Master Golden Lamp's 3,910 reincarnations, it was also a drop in the ocean.
However, he didn't mind sharing what he had experienced all these years with this Zen master.
After condensing the brick in his hand, Wang Ling threw it at Zen Master Golden Lamp from afar.
"Insignificant skill …"
The Zen Master didn't even look at it as he raised his hand and directly caught it.
And then, there was nothing.
The immense mental pressure contained in the memory brick that Wang Ling had thrown directly poured into Zen Master Golden Lamp's mind.
In a split second, the Zen Master's whole body twitched, and at the same time, he bled from all his orifices as he trembled like he had been electrocuted …
Golden Lamp couldn't believe the terrifying torrent of memories that poured into his mind.
That was right …
This was a function …
His mind was full of functions …
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