Gao Zhengyang's Godly Mt. Meru Palm was not as pure as Supremacy Bodhi's, but its power was more vigorous and powerful.
Supremacy Bodhi also suffered a big loss when the palms collided, and all the acupoints in his body almost exploded from the surge of vitality. His blood rushed to his face, causing his face to turn a strange shade of red.
Fortunately, Gao Zhengyang did not take advantage of the situation to attack. Supremacy Bodhi's Sacred Core spun, quickly suppressing the abnormal vitality in his body. If it was just a competition of martial arts skills, he would have already lost.
However, he was representing the Western Sect now, so he could not admit defeat easily.
Supremacy Bodhi suppressed his impulsive emotions, put on a fist stance, and performed the 18 Arhat Fists one by one.
The 18 Arhat Fists were vigorous, fierce, and varied. The fist technique took the 18 types of charm of the 18 Arhats as fist intent, and each fist intent represented a powerful force. What was even more amazing was that the 18 fist intents could be superimposed and combined.
If one could master the 18 Arhat Fists and combine them into one, the power would increase by at least ten times.
Unfortunately, for 10,000 years, no one had been able to combine the 18 Arhat Fists into one. With Supremacy Bodhi's power, he could combine the nine fist intents and turn them into the Small Arhat Fist Formation.
Supremacy Bodhi started with the first stance of the Arhat Fists, Subduing Dragon. He raised his eyebrows in anger, and his fist intent was brilliant. As soon as the Subduing Dragon was used, the Golden Body of the Arhat Fists appeared behind him.
This stance of the Subduing Dragon Fists was a combination of intent and Dharma. It seemed to have the power to subdue a heavenly dragon.
Gao Zhengyang had heard of the 18 Arhat Fists, but this fist technique was not passed down in the East God Province. Seeing Supremacy Bodhi perform it, he became interested.
His fist technique was also put aside, and he responded with Taiji Fist.
Gao Zhengyang's martial arts had reached the peak, and he only needed time to advance to the divine level. In terms of fist techniques, he had already mastered them, and there were no more obstacles.
Whether it was Taiji, Eight Trigrams, Xingyi, or the Nine Transformations of the Dragon and Snake, Twelve Palaces Fist, Vajra Fist, and other fist techniques in this life, he could easily change them. To him, fist techniques encompassed everything. There was no longer any distinction between internal and external, hard and soft.
The so-called Taiji Fist was based on the Taiji in his previous life, which was round like a ball and soft like water.
Since Paragon Subhuti was proficient in many Buddhist secret arts, Gao Zhengyang naturally had to give him the opportunity to display all of them. If he accidentally punched him to death, that would be terrible.
Gao Zhengyang's fist technique seemed simple, but it was continuous and continuous.
Although Paragon Subhuti's Dragon Subduing Fist was mighty and powerful, it felt as if it had fallen into a quagmire. It could subdue a divine dragon, but it had nowhere to exert its strength. Since Paragon Bodhi's first move had failed, he took the opportunity to display the Eighteen Arhat Fist Techniques one by one.
Tiger Subduing, Elephant Riding, Joy, Long Eyebrow, and other fist techniques, every time they were performed, a corresponding fist intent would transform into the Arhat Dharma Form.
Paragon Subhuti's fist intent was clear and bright. Every single move he made was executed to the point of perfection. Gao Zhengyang's Taiji Fist looked less imposing, as if he was at a disadvantage. This also made the thousands of monks below the podium exclaim in joy.
Of course, everyone knew that Gao Zhengyang had not used his full strength. However, Gao Zhengyang did not claim to be able to learn all the secret arts. Why didn't he display them just like everyone else?
Many monks began to discuss, feeling disdain for Gao Zhengyang's shamelessness.
The Supremacies were not in a good mood. No matter how profound Paragon Subhuti's fist technique was, it was clearly not a threat to Gao Zhengyang. Instead, it gave him the opportunity to peek at the true essence of the Buddhist secret arts.
"It's obvious that Gao Zhengyang is trying to steal our secret arts!
Golden Lotus said worriedly, "If this goes on, I'm afraid the sect's secret arts will be leaked …"
A cold smile appeared on Kasyapa's chubby face, and his eyes were cold and ruthless. "Senior Brother Subhuti is going up there to display all the secret arts he has learned in his life. Since Gao Zhengyang wants to learn it secretly, then let him learn to his heart's content. "
Golden Lotus, Maha, and the other experts came to a sudden realization, understanding Subhuti's thoughts.
Be it the Formless Maha Art or the Minor Formless Art, if Gao Zhengyang wanted to learn a secret art, he would have to expend his mind and energy. Moreover, the secret arts of the Buddhist sects were extremely profound. Subhuti had cultivated for more than three hundred years before he had a small success.
If Gao Zhengyang wanted to learn these secret arts in a short period of time, who knew how much energy he would have to expend?
The other experts would then go up one after another, not giving Gao Zhengyang any time to catch his breath. At the end, he would subdue this person in one fell swoop.
Even if Gao Zhengyang learned all the secret arts of the headquarters, it would all be for naught.
"What if we all lose and Gao Zhengyang escapes? What should we do then?"
Golden Lotus was still a little worried at the thought of Gao Zhengyang's unfathomable strength.
Kasyapa said indifferently to everyone, "If it really comes to that, then we can only resign ourselves to fate."
Golden Lotus and the others were speechless. Indeed, if all the power of the headquarters could not stop Gao Zhengyang, then he was too powerful. Everyone's life and death depended on a single thought from him. In comparison, the secret arts were not worth mentioning at all.
On the podium. Subhuti had already performed the 18 Arhat Fists once, but as expected, it did not achieve any results.
Subhuti suddenly retracted his fist and retracted his fist. He readjusted his Essence Qi before letting out a low roar and throwing nine punches in a row. With each punch, an Arhat's Golden Body Dharma would appear in the air.
Dragon-Subduing, Tiger-Subduing, Elephant-Riding, and Chang-Eyebrows formed a circle around Gao Zhengyang. When Subhuti threw the tenth punch, the nine Arhat's Golden Body Dharma punched at the same time.
Nine different fist intents and nine different fist forces intersected and converged, attacking Gao Zhengyang from all directions.
The amazing thing was that the nine fist forces could cooperate with each other and even superimpose on each other. It felt like there were nine Subhuti punching out at the same time.
"The fist intents can actually turn into a fist array!"
Gao Zhengyang also felt that it was an eye-opener, and he was quite impressed by the changes in the 18 Arhat Fists.
Unfortunately, Subhuti could not split himself into nine people. The fist array of nine punches still had flaws. Especially when it was activated, it was extremely slow. If he encountered a strong enemy, he would not be able to calmly adjust his breathing.
Gao Zhengyang's figure blurred, and he instantly rushed into the arms of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat. His five fingers stretched out like claws, and the power of the Heavenly Dragon Claw immediately crushed the Dragon-Subduing Arhat's Golden Body.
The seemingly seamless fist array also revealed a gap because of the destruction of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat's Golden Body. The other eight fist intents followed closely, but they still could not touch Gao Zhengyang.
Subhuti realized that something was wrong and was about to punch again, but Gao Zhengyang turned in front of him and flicked his long sleeve to block Subhuti's fist.
A long and flexible force pulled Subhuti's fist force in reverse. Subhuti was shocked. He could not withstand the combined force of the eight Arhat's Golden Body Dharma. He hurriedly turned his fist into a finger sword, and with a gentle slash, Subhuti waved his sword to cut off his emotions and break the mortal world.
It was the Buddhist secret technique, Subhuti's Sword of Wisdom, that allowed Subhuti to cut off Gao Zhengyang's Taiji Fist intent at the critical moment. But the nine Arhat's Golden Body Dharma that he activated were immediately destroyed.
Afraid that Gao Zhengyang would pursue him, Subhuti retreated a few steps. His footwork was simple and dignified, but it had an unfathomable profundity. It was the Buddhist secret technique, the Fragrant Elephant Crossing the River, without leaving a trace.
Gao Zhengyang also knew the Fragrant Elephant Crossing the River. But when he saw Subhuti perform it, he realized that there was a problem with the leg technique he learned. It could not be said that there was a problem, but the two leg techniques were similar and mystical. The true essence of martial arts was completely different.
There was a problem with the evolution of the Buddhism of the Divine Land of the East. More importantly, the Fragrant Elephant Crossing the River that was passed down contained a part of its essence.
"Baldies are indeed cunning …"
Gao Zhengyang did not know what to say. The secret techniques of the Western Buddhism were either incomplete or problematic. Fortunately, the vitality of the Buddhism of the Divine Land of the East was strong enough. After thousands of years, it became more and more prosperous.
When Subhuti saw that Gao Zhengyang did not pursue him, he heaved a sigh of relief. Although he had retreated well just now, he was at an absolute disadvantage. He was not afraid of losing, but he was afraid that he would not be able to exhaust much of Gao Zhengyang's energy.
"Buddha is merciful …"
Subhuti chanted the name of Buddha and attacked again. This time, he used a palm technique. His eyes were lowered, and there was compassion in his eyes.
The palm that he stretched out did not have any imposing aura. Instead, it exuded a peaceful and righteous aura.
Before Subhuti's palm landed, the palm energy split into ten, ten into a hundred, and a hundred into a thousand. In an instant, thousands of palm shadows descended on Gao Zhengyang from all directions.
"Thousand Palms of Great Compassion."
This palm technique was used by Buddha to subdue evil with a compassionate heart. The most important thing was not to kill, but to subdue the enemy's murderous heart, using compassion to lead the enemy into the Dao.
The Thousand Palms of Great Compassion seemed peaceful and righteous, without any killing intent. However, it was the most complicated and intricate technique among all palm techniques.
Since ancient times, although there were many Buddhist experts, the number of people who had mastered this palm technique could be counted on one hand. Subhuti could only barely execute it, and he was far from proficient in it. As for the merciful intent in the palm technique, his comprehension was extremely shallow.
Even so, his execution of this palm technique was mysterious and unpredictable.
Even with Gao Zhengyang's peerless divine ability, he could not see through the depth of this palm technique. Of course, if he wanted to, he could use the Minor Formless Secret Technique to forcefully imitate it, and its power would definitely far surpass Subhuti's.
However, this kind of imitation and comprehension was too far apart. What Gao Zhengyang lacked was accumulation, not pure power or some kind of secret technique.
Therefore, he was patient, allowing Subhuti to execute the palm technique, and he would counter it as he saw it.
The Thousand Palms of Great Compassion was extremely complicated and intricate, but it did not focus on killing. When it was executed, his figure was elegant, and it had the transcendent aura of Buddha.
After Gao Zhengyang exchanged two moves with him, he quickly found the trick to it. He also imitated Subhuti and executed the Thousand Palms of Great Compassion.
On the platform, two figures, one black and one yellow, flew around. Their palm techniques were elegant and elegant, like thousands of butterflies dancing. They actually executed it beautifully and elegantly.
When the monks below the platform saw this, they were all envious. Because of this, many people decided to learn the Thousand Palms of Great Compassion.
The Thousand Palms of Great Compassion had a total of 108 moves, and each move had dozens of variations. When different moves were executed, they could evolve into new variations.
With Gao Zhengyang feeding him moves, Subhuti also gained some inspiration, and he had a deeper understanding of the Thousand Palms of Great Compassion. His attacks were ever-changing and seemed to be limitless.
The two of them fought on the platform for almost an hour, and Subhuti became more and more courageous as he fought. Every move he executed had new variations.
Kasyapa and the others were in even less of a hurry. Although the two of them only executed variations, they did not fight to an earth-shattering level. However, the amount of mental energy they expended in executing the moves was not less than that of a battle.
They hoped that the two of them could fight for several days and nights. In any case, the Thousand Palms of Great Compassion had infinite variations. Even if they practiced for hundreds of years, they might not be able to simulate all the variations.
On the platform, Subhuti's mind was completely focused on the variations of the palms. At this moment, there was no longer any enemy in his eyes.
At this moment, a slender palm soundlessly broke through the sky full of palms, lightly pressing against Subhuti's chest.
Subhuti's body trembled, and the palm technique he executed collapsed. He retracted his palm and looked down at his chest blankly.
As a Saint-level expert, his control over his body had reached down to every drop of his blood. Actually, he did not need to look down to know that there was a palm print on his chest. The palm print was extremely clear on the robe refined from Heavenly Silk, and one could even see the palm lines.
Without a doubt, this was Gao Zhengyang's palm print. Just now, Gao Zhengyang's Thousand Palms of Great Compassion had transformed into a marvelous palm that had easily penetrated his defenses and left a palm print on his chest.
Without a doubt, he had lost this battle. Subhuti was not afraid of losing, but his state of enlightenment had been interrupted, and he felt very depressed and uncomfortable.
After hesitating for a moment, Subhuti calmed his mind. Since he was not injured, he could not leave the stage so easily.
He assumed the stance of the Prajna Divine Palm and said to Gao Zhengyang, "Again."
Gao Zhengyang smiled. This old monk was really going all out. He did not even care about his face. Subhuti did not care. Subhuti wanted to use secret techniques to exhaust his energy, but he wanted to broaden his horizons and learn a few more secret techniques.
If it was just a competition of martial arts, Gao Zhengyang could compete with all the heroes of the world with just the Dragon Emperor's Nine Transformations. For example, none of the 72 secret techniques of Buddhism could compare to the Dragon Emperor's Nine Transformations.
It was not that the 72 secret techniques were simple, but the Dragon Emperor's Nine Transformations was the most suitable for Gao Zhengyang. His comprehension was also the deepest. Just this point alone was better than all the secret techniques in the world.
However, Gao Zhengyang's current goal was the Divine rank. He needed to accumulate power, broaden his horizons, and sharpen himself.
The 72 secret techniques and the 10 Divine Abilities were all legacies left behind by the wise experts of the past. After tens of thousands of years of evolution, they had been refined by countless wise people. Every secret technique was extremely precious, and contained a great deal of wisdom.
Although Gao Zhengyang could not increase his battle prowess with every secret technique he learned, he gained a lot from it.
Subhuti was also a Saint rank expert. His personal demonstration was completely different from reading a secret technique. It was because of this that Gao Zhengyang was willing to fight with Subhuti.
Prajna Divine Palm, Formless Finger Sword, Garuda Winged Sword, Demon Subduing Staff, Tathagata Ten Seals …
Subhuti was proficient in 47 secret techniques and three peerless Divine Abilities, and he displayed them one by one on the platform.
Among them, the Ten Seals, Prajna Divine Palm, and Formless Sword were the three peerless Buddhist Abilities.
With so many secret techniques and Divine Abilities, not to mention the thousands of monks, even the few Supremacies and experts like Emperor Shi had never seen them all before. When Subhuti displayed them, these peerless experts' horizons were widened.
As for the thousands of Buddhist geniuses, they were all mesmerized and could not control themselves.
However, compared to Subhuti's erudition, Gao Zhengyang's ability to learn and master with a single glance shocked everyone in the Buddhist Monasteries.
Subhuti and Gao Zhengyang battled for an entire day. By dusk, Gao Zhengyang had already learned 47 secret techniques and three peerless Divine Abilities.
"Chi, chi, chi …"
Formless and colorless sword intents collided in the air, and the Formless Sword Intent that Subhuti had activated was completely shattered. Gao Zhengyang's Formless Sword Intent continued to advance, stabbing nine sword marks on Subhuti's protective golden light.
Subhuti's entire body shone with golden light, and it was as if his body was covered by a huge and heavy golden bell. Even his figure could not be seen clearly.
This was one of the most powerful protective secret techniques of the Buddhist Monasteries: Golden Bell Shield.
After fighting for an entire day, Subhuti had used up all of his secret techniques and had no choice but to use the Golden Bell Shield for the second time.
The Golden Bell Shield was not a pure martial art, but a secret technique that combined martial arts and magic. Usually, one needed to chant the incantations and carve the corresponding incantations on one's body. Combined with the cultivation of martial arts, one could cultivate the Golden Bell Shield for one's body.
The Golden Bell Shield, which could withstand the attacks of Sage experts, was easily shattered by the nine formless sword intents.
Subhuti also revealed himself. He stood there with a gloomy expression, not moving at all. No one knew what he was thinking.
The monks below the platform were somewhat anxious. One could not just stand there in a daze when facing a powerful enemy! But no matter how worried they were, they could not affect the battle on the platform.
Gao Zhengyang broke the silence and said, "You've lost."
Subhuti seemed to have woken up from a dream. He raised his head and looked at Gao Zhengyang. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, a sword intent exploded from between his eyebrows. The surging hot blood was like a blooming red flower.
Then, another eight sword intents exploded from Subhuti's chest, lower abdomen, and so on. Another eight incomparably beautiful flowers of blood appeared on his body.
Gao Zhengyang's Formless Sword Intent pierced through the Golden Bell Shield and caused serious damage to Subhuti.
"The essence of the Formless Sword is formless and traceless. Your Formless Sword is a bit too overbearing … "
Subhuti disregarded his injuries and commented in a hoarse voice.
Before he could finish speaking, he could no longer hold on and fainted.
Fortunately, Paragon Golden Lotus was already prepared. With a flash, she appeared behind Paragon Subhuti and helped him down the podium.
"The Formless Sword is ultimately used to kill enemies. It's good that it's traceless, but it's also good if it's more domineering. "
Gao Zhengyang did not care if Subhuti could hear him and muttered to himself leisurely.
Below the platform, Supremacy Maha nodded at Supremacy Kasyapa and walked up the platform.
Supremacy Maha put his palms together and bowed to Gao Zhengyang. "Today, I finally know that there really are peerless martial heroes in this world who can comprehend the ultimate dao and dominate the world. I'm far inferior to you. I'm impressed. "
Gao Zhengyang laughed happily. "Haha, you really know how to talk."
"However, no matter how strong you are, you cannot bully us Buddhists."
Supremacy Maha said seriously, "We are all Buddhists. Why do you have to force us? You have already won. What else do you want? "
Gao Zhengyang said, "It's simple. Hand over the lightning dragon. I'll turn around and leave immediately without a word! "
"The Great Mighty Sky Dragon is our Buddhist guardian beast. How can we let outsiders touch it?"
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