In the ancient times when the Pure Land Sect still existed, countless experts were bewitched by the mantra and became slaves of Buddhism.
Even Chu Fengmian almost fell for it.
However, this was also because it was the first time Chu Fengmian heard the mantra of Buddhism and was unprepared. If he had been prepared, the mantra would not have been able to shake his Dao Heart.
"Trying to bewitch me with the mantra of Buddhism? Break my Dao Heart? What a joke. No one in the world can break my Dao Heart! "
Chu Fengmian snorted coldly. After he put down his guard, the trace of panic in his mind dissipated in an instant. Chu Fengmian's spiritual energy that was restrained was also completely released.
At the same time, Chu Fengmian suddenly opened his mouth and roared. What came out of Chu Fengmian's mouth was not human language, but a dragon's roar.
This dragon's roar was incomparably noble. Even the roar of a real ancient War Dragon could not be compared to it.
Eight Tianlong Notes!
With the purity of Chu Fengmian's bloodline, the power of the Eight Tianlong Notes was not inferior to the dragon's roar of a real War Dragon.
The dragon's roar was enough to destroy all ghosts and demons.
"How can this person's Dao Heart be so strong? My mantra can't even affect him? "
Monk Zhuanlun was shocked to see Chu Fengmian wake up so quickly.
With his mantra of Buddhism, even Emperor Gu of the Nine Tribulations could be directly affected if he was not prepared. Even if he was prepared, his Dao Heart would be affected.
As long as his Dao Heart was broken, he could take advantage of the chaos to strike and kill with one blow. However, he did not expect Chu Fengmian to wake up immediately after being affected for only a moment.
The firmness of Chu Fengmian's Dao Heart was beyond Monk Zhuanlun's expectation. He was already close to Chu Fengmian. He wanted to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on Chu Fengmian and kill him with one blow.
Now, Chu Fengmian suddenly reacted.
With a dragon's roar, the ancient Sanskrit characters formed by the mantra of Buddhism beside Chu Fengmian were immediately shattered and scattered in the air.
"Oh no!"
The moment Monk Zhuanlun caught sight of the countless ancient Sanskrit characters being broken, his face changed as he retreated hurriedly. However, it was too late.
The power of Tianlong's Eight Melodies gathered in the air and blasted towards the Zhuan Lun Monk. Like a dragon claw, the attack landed heavily on the Zhuan Lun monk's chest.
The moment the Tianlong's Eight Melodies collided, a glassy light burst forth and neutralized 90% of the power of the Tianlong's Eight Melodies.
However, even though it was only 10% of his strength, it was still a huge blow to the Zhuan Lun monk.
Bang!
The Zhuan Lun monk's body was sent flying. His face was pale and the spiritual energy in his body was in a mess.
Even though he wasn't severely injured, the Wheel of Reincarnation monk had consumed a large amount of spiritual energy to withstand this attack.
"Great freedom, nirvana rebirth!"
The Zhuan Lun monk roared out in rage. Behind him, a patch of nothingness appeared as a massive amount of energy of the Buddha Sect gathered around his body.
The injuries on his body were gradually recovering under the continuous flow of Buddhist energy.
"This Zhuan Lun monk can actually absorb the energy in this Buddhist temple to recover from his injuries?"
Chu Fengmian's face darkened when he saw this.
This Buddhist temple was filled with an unimaginable amount of Buddhist energy. If the Zhuan Lun monk could continue to absorb the Buddhist energy within this Buddhist temple to recover from his injuries, he would definitely be able to do so.
The Zhuan Lun monk could be said to be immortal in this Buddhist temple.
Unless Chu Fengmian could destroy all the Buddhist energy in this Buddhist temple. However, that was almost impossible.
The Zhuan Lun monk was extremely tough to deal with. He was extremely powerful. If they were outside, Chu Fengmian might have a chance to kill him.
However, in this Buddhist temple, Chu Fengmian's chances of killing the Zhuan Lun monk were close to zero.
"I have to think of a way."
After Chu Fengmian forced the Zhuan Lun monk to retreat, he didn't follow up with another attack. Instead, he looked around and thought of a countermeasure.
"Young Master Huang, Little Yao Wang, how about we join forces to kill this man?"
On the other side, the Zhuan Lun monk recovered from his injuries and looked at Chu Fengmian again. However, this time, he didn't attack again. Instead, he spoke to Young Master Huang and Little Yao Wang Han Ye.
In a one-on-one battle, he had already suffered a great loss when fighting with Chu Fengmian. Naturally, he didn't want to fight with Chu Fengmian alone.
"Alright."
"Let's attack together!"
Little Yao Wang Han Ye and Young Master Huang looked at each other and nodded at the same time. They gathered their spiritual power and immediately bombarded Chu Fengmian.
The two of them originally planned to sit on the mountain and reap the benefits. This time, they asked the Zhuan Lun monk to attack. They had offered a reward of 50% of the treasures in the mausoleum of the Golden Bodied Buddha.
Therefore, from the beginning, the two of them didn't plan to attack. They just sat there.
However, now that they saw that the Zhuan Lun monk was no match for Chu Fengmian, they immediately changed their minds.
Their enemy was still Chu Fengmian. They had heard of Chu Fengmian's character.
Once, Chu Fengmian dared to flatten two sects in the Sacred Dragon Mystery Dimension for the sake of Luo Kang, a disciple of the Sacred Academy Sect. He even became an enemy of the higher-ups of the Sacred Dragon Mystery Dimension.
Revenge must be exacted.
Today, they had already shed all pretense of cordiality with Chu Fengmian. If they let Chu Fengmian leave alive, they would be the ones to die.
"Supreme Martial Artist!"
Little Yao Wang Han Ye's figure flickered. On his fist wind, ancient power gathered. The aura of Little Yao Wang Han Ye was completely different from before.
Little Yao Wang Han Ye was able to become the leader of the Holy Sons of the Sacred Academy Sect. He was even able to compete with the Young Lord of the Sacred Academy Sect, Wu Dao. His strength was naturally not that simple.
The last time he made a move, it was just a test. This time, what he displayed was Little Yao Wang Han Ye's strongest move.
"Ancient! Middle Ages! Ancient! "
Boom!
Little Yao Wang Han Ye let out a long roar. On his fist wind, different powers from three eras were condensed.
This was a punch formed by gathering the Martial Dao of three eras. It was a punch at the peak of the Martial Dao.
"You do have some strength!"
Chu Fengmian saw this fist bombarding toward him. He also saw that this fist was completely different from the strength that Little Yao Wang Han Ye had just displayed.
However, no matter how mysterious his fist technique was, Chu Fengmian broke it with a sword.
Chu Fengmian raised his sword and immediately displayed a sword light. This sword light soared into the sky and turned into a sky full of sword shadows.
In this sky full of sword shadows, each sword shadow contained a completely different power.
When the sword slashed out, it was as if ten thousand sword techniques were launched at the same time.
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