This voice contained too much unwillingness and complex emotions, as well as reverence, as well as a tearful recount of the past.
Drunken Zen began to laugh again. His laughter was very sharp, completely unlike that of a monk.
Great Emperor Shang Zhang, Imperial Emperor Xuan Pin, Little Yuan 'er, and Conch hovered in the air as they watched.
The battle ended the moment Lu Zhou stepped out of the ball of light.
They were more concerned about the relationship and enmity between Drunken Zen and Lu Zhou.
After laughing for a long time, Drunken Zen raised his head and wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth.
Then, he straightened his back and bowed deeply at Lu Zhou.
"This disciple doesn't accept this!"
There was a shout.
Drunken Zen did not say anything. He shot toward Lu Zhou like a meteor.
The same scene as before appeared.
Lu Zhou continued to deal with the attacks as though he was taking a stroll in his own courtyard. He held his palm saber in front of him as he moved about in the air.
"Emptiness of all four elements!" Zen Drunken shouted, and four palm silhouettes shot out from different angles.
Lu Zhou shook his head. "If I don't move, I'll be empty."
He did not move from his spot.
When the four palm prints got close to the Scarlet Robe, the nomological power automatically dissipated.
The remaining power struck Lu Zhou's projection, but it was futile.
"Everything is impermanent!" Drunken Zen's battle form turned into a shadow in the air, and Taixuan Mountain trembled.
Lu Zhou spoke calmly.
"All actions are normal, just as there is a proper place!"
A golden lotus bloomed beneath his feet. Bang –
Drunken Zen's avatar was sent flying.
Drunken Zen coughed up another mouthful of blood.
This time, he didn't lose his mind like before. Instead, he flashed in the air as he flew back a hundred meters and shouted again, "It's been a hundred thousand years. Try this move again!"
The wine gourd on Zen Drunken's body flew into the sky, exploding on its own. The wine within rained down like a rain of light, like a meteor shower.
Lu Zhou looked up and said coldly,
"All living beings have vajra buddhas within their bodies, like the sun. Their bodies are perfect, vast and boundless!"
Behind him, a sun appeared!
Xuan Ke, Shang Zhang, Little Yuan 'er, and Conch were shocked.
"Paragon!" Xuan Ke exclaimed.
The Sun Wheel was unique to the Revered One.
Saints had Saint Light and Dao Saints had light covering their bodies.
At the Supreme-Being level, one could control the light of a saint, the halo of light, and the sun at the same time.
The sun wheel was one of the most conspicuous features of the Dharmakaya. It could be used independently, just like the astrolabe.
When the sun wheel appeared, a horizontal bar retreated.
Time froze!
A vajra Buddha merged with Lu Zhou.
He charged towards Drunken Zen.
Lu Zhou placed a palm before himself. The Vajra Buddha dispersed the rain of light and slammed heavily into Drunken Zen's protective energy.
Boom!
Drunken Zen was sent flying again.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the Vajra Buddha in horror.
The Vajra Buddha was a transformation of the Dharmakaya, one of the great supernatural powers of Buddhism.
Lu Zhou looked up and stared at Drunken Zen who was sent flying. He said coldly, "If I can teach you how to cultivate, I can destroy your cultivation base as well!"
Whoosh!
Lu Zhou flew in a straight line. With a flash, he appeared above Drunken Zen and struck with his palm.
"Great Seal of Fearlessness!"
This was one of his most commonly used Buddhist palm prints.
Once the palm imprint was unleashed, all living beings would have nothing to fear.
Boom!
Drunken Zen spat out a mouthful of blood. He grunted and fell.
He tried to resist with his laws, but they seemed to have been shackled. He had no choice but to crash into the ruins again.
Dust flew everywhere and rocks flew everywhere.
Imperial Emperor Xuan Pin shook her head. "What's the point of this meaningless struggle?"
A master was a master, after all.
It was just a beautiful dream for the student to surpass the master.
The dust settled, and Drunken Zen's vision cleared.
Drunken Zen's rhythm of attack was also disrupted by Lu Zhou's powerful palm strike.
After what seemed like hours, Drunken Zen's huge hand pushed away the rocks on his body. He struggled to his feet and said in a forlorn voice, "You're still the same … How many more tricks do you have up your sleeves?"
Lu Zhou did not answer the question.
Instead, he said, "You cultivate the Buddhist powers of our sect. According to the rules of Taixuan Mountain, you should be punished by the Buddhists. Those who betray their masters and ancestors shall never be reincarnated!"
Drunken Zen looked up. He did not care about the blood and dust on his body.
He looked at the Taixu Medallion in the air and said in a deep voice, "Taixu Medallion!"
Lu Zhou's figure flickered and appeared above the Taixu Medallion.
He pressed his palm down.
Buzz!
The Taixu Medallion stopped spinning. It reverted to its original form and returned to his palm.
Drunken Zen's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
His body trembled, and his eyes were filled with despair.
"I gave you the Taixu Medallion in hopes that you could protect Taixuan Mountain … Yet, you used it to betray your masters and ancestors?!"
Drunken Zen shook his head.
He shook his head frantically.
It was as though he was a lunatic who had lost his mind.
"In this world … No one is more loyal to Taixuan Mountain than I am! No one! Not a single one! "Drunken Zen said loudly.
Lu Zhou's eyes were sharp as he said, "Hua Zhenghong, Wen Ruqing, Guan Jiu … and Ming Xin … When have I ever mistreated you?!"
"Hehe, hehehe …"
Drunken Zen laughed again.
He looked as though he was the only sober one in a drunken stupor. He pointed at Lu Zhou in the air and said, "I want eternal life!"
Lu Zhou looked down at Drunken Zen with an expression of extreme disappointment. "Back then, the four of you colluded with the five temples of Taixu to kill me. Who was the one who broke the Grand Formation?"
"I don't know," Drunken Zen said, "You should give up. Taixu no longer belongs to you. Taixu is no longer the Taixu of the past! "
"B * stard!"
Lu Zhou no longer wasted his breath with Drunken Zen. He dove and pushed his palm down. Electric arcs crackled around his body as his blue eyes shone.
Drunken Zen took a step forward and greeted him.
Boom!
When Lu Zhou's palm seal made contact with Drunken Zen, he did not even pause before he was slammed into the ground.
Drunken Zen tried to fly away.
Lu Zhou adjusted his direction. The Golden Lotus under his feet and the bottom of the pillar pressed down.
Another loud sound rang in the air as Drunken Zen plummeted 100 meters.
The others were amazed by Drunken Zen's resilience and tenacity.
It should be noted that Drunken Zen was only a Grand Emperor at this moment.
They did not know Lu Zhou's cultivation base, but Drunken Zen was definitely one of the experts who could fight against an emperor.
Lu Zhou looked at Drunken Zen who was slammed into the ground. He moved his hands and began to form seals.
One after another, runes flew over from all directions.
They were all sealing techniques.
Drunken Zen spat out a mouthful of blood. He was powerless to resist.
He looked at the Golden Lotus that was pressing down on him and the flying runes in the air. He raised his hand and tried to grab them. Alas, he missed.
He felt his cultivation base slipping away.
He felt his life force diminishing.
His soul seemed to be pulling away from his body, trying to leave this body that was riddled with holes.
At this moment, Drunken Zen spat out another mouthful of blood.
The blood flowed from his cheeks to his ears, neck, and the ground.
The runes of the seal fell one after another.
Between his brows, the bridge of his nose, his eyes, his chin, and his chest. Every single rune was carved precisely on these parts.
The power locked him in place.
Drunken Zen did not move.
Taixuan Mountain had been peaceful for 100,000 years.
100,000 years had passed with a flick of a finger, and the sea had turned into mulberry fields.
Drunken Zen's mind became blank, and images appeared in his eyes. The old figure was constantly performing the Dharma divine ability, explaining the essence and meaning of the divine ability of the Buddhist League.
He sighed at the weight of his heart for 10,000 years.
The memories appeared out of nowhere, and they played in his mind uncontrollably.
The images, along with the blood, dyed the earth of Taixuan Mountain red.
Drunken Zen grunted again.
Cough!
He opened his mouth, and blood gushed out. He coughed violently.
He reached out with his blood-red fingers, trying to grab Lu Zhou who was looking down at him. He seemed to see an old man overlapping with Lu Zhou.
Tears and blood mixed and flowed into his ears.
He tried to open his mouth and speak with all his might. His eyes bulged out as he spoke in a trembling voice.
"I … I'll return it all to you! You and I … owe each other nothing! "
The crimson palm suddenly changed its direction and attacked the space between his eyebrows.
Boom!
His heavenly soul shattered, and his Life Matrix fell to the ground like dust.
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