"Now that things have come to this, everyone should do your best. We can't let that devil continue to win …"
On the sixth day since the devil Fang Xing challenged the Pure Land, all the cultivators in the Pure Land had felt a kind of panic. They didn't know about the private contact between Fang Xing and the Night Clan's Divine Son. They just felt that it had been five days since Fang Xing challenged the Pure Land. Now it was already the sixth day. In these five days, except for the Young Martial God Lv Fengxian, who ended up in a draw with him, no one had gained any advantage over him. Especially on the fifth day, he fought against one hundred enemies and defeated them all. His reputation had reached its peak …
And because of the battle on the fifth day, the humiliation of the Pure Land had reached its peak!
If they couldn't save some face on the sixth day, then the Pure Land would lose all its face.
Even some extremely mysterious existences with extremely high seniority were already extremely dissatisfied with Fang Xing at this time. Some people were already pondering whether they should shed all pretenses of cordiality. No matter what the rules were, they should first kill this little devil before talking about anything else!
However, this was, after all, a minority. Moreover, judging from the ferocious power shown by Fang Xing, even if there were some mysterious existences in the Pure Land who were in the Passing Tribulation Stage, they might not be his opponent. After all, Fang Xing's ability was not only invincible among his peers, even those who were one, two, or even three generations older than him might not be able to gain the upper hand in a fight …
In the cultivation world, seniority was very important, knowledge was very important, lifespan was very important, but the most important thing was strength!
"Amitabha, now that things have come to this, this poor monk has to personally subdue the devil!"
The first thing that shocked Zhu Xiu was the seal of the Head of the Paramita Temple. After the first few days of silence, he became the first of the four representatives of the Union of Immortals to decide to make a move. Moreover, it was rumored that he had decided to use the most precious treasure of the Paramita Temple, the Merit and Virtue Chart. That was a heaven-defying immortal weapon. It was once the most precious treasure that everyone in the Pure Land treasured. It was not until the arrival of the God Race that the role of the Merit and Virtue Chart was gradually ignored. However, it was still kept in the hands of the Paramita Temple and possessed a terrifying divine power.
"Hehe, this devil has been in the limelight for five days. Our Union of Immortals has also done our best to treat our guests and give the Divine Court enough face. Now, it's not rude to defeat him again. Today, I will make my move to wipe away the shame of the Pure Land and show the means of the Holy Follower!"
Following that, the little leader of the Hall of Philosophers, Jiang Wendao, also spoke, causing everyone to be even more excited.
After all, for ordinary cultivators, they didn't know who was strong and who was weak. They only knew that although the devil was famous all over the world, the head of the Paramita Temple and the leader of the Hall of Philosophers, Jiang Wendao, were also like the sun at high noon. In terms of reputation, they were not necessarily inferior to the devil.
With the help of the two of them, the situation had become much better!
Of course, if one of the three, Shao-situ of the Fuyao Palace, the white-dressed female immortal on the Heavenly Lake, or the head of the Paramita Temple were to make a move, the chance of victory would be greater. After all, these three, together with Gu He of the Gu Family, were the most mysterious and powerful people in the Pure Land.
"Cut the crap, who's going to fight me?"
On the sixth day, Fang Xing appeared with a terrible anger. He seemed to have lost his usual calmness. As soon as he appeared, he began to angrily issue a challenge. In the midst of Zhu Xiu's suppressed anger, the head of the Paramita Temple, Buddha Yin, was the first to stand out. He was wearing a shabby kasaya. He slowly walked to the front of Fang Xing, saluted, and then directly struck out with his palm.
"What a good monk, I didn't defeat you in the past, did I? If you want to defeat me, let the little monk from the Paramita Temple come! "
Fang Xing was full of anger. When he saw the attack of Buddha Yin, he immediately shouted and punched out with an earth-shattering force.
"This devil is so ferocious!"
Even Buddha Yin was shocked. He hurriedly swelled up the shabby kasaya on his body. Then, his supernatural power surged, and his palm became bigger and bigger. It almost covered the sky and the earth, and forcibly pressed down on the top of Fang Xing's head. It looked extremely imposing and earth-shattering, but at this moment, he only sighed softly in his heart. He was already prepared to admit defeat. This time, he did not attack with the intention of winning, because he knew very well that this devil's terrifying strength was probably almost on par with the Arhats. He was not a match for him. However, at this time, the Paramita Temple had to express its attitude and show its face.
Back when the Twin Buddha debated, this devil was deeply involved and had deep ties with the Buddhist Sect. It was not an exaggeration to say that this devil was the benefactor of the entire Buddhist Sect. However, with the arrival of the Divine Race, the situation had changed drastically. At this time, black was black, white was white, and the most important thing was not to be confused. Therefore, no matter how deep this devil's ties with the Buddhist Sect were, the Paramita Temple could only cut off all ties with him and sever all ties.
However, after this devil challenged the Pure Land, Buddha Yin continuously sent a few messages to the Arhats, but all of them were like stones sinking into the ocean, completely ignored. At this juncture, Buddha Yin had no choice but to make the decision to fight this devil. He didn't expect to win this battle, he only wanted to prove to the world that the Paramita Temple and this devil who had submitted to the Heavenly Court were irreconcilable enemies. In fact, they might not rest until one of them was dead …
But even if this was a fierce battle that he was certain he would lose, he did not want to lose his life!
When he saw how terrifying this devil's attack was, he felt a little troubled. He thought to himself, 'I don't plan on fighting you to the death!'
Everyone in the world could kill devils, but the Buddhist Sect, which was responsible for killing devils, could not!
This was especially true for this devil …
If he really killed him, the Buddhist Master back home would be furious …
"Many Treasures Kasaya …"
As he struck out with his palm, Buddha Yin growled in his heart.
He didn't hope to injure his enemy with this palm strike, he didn't even think that he could block it. He only wanted to put on a show, then use the kasaya he was wearing to dissipate the devil's strength, so that he wouldn't be injured. It was clear that he had put in a lot of effort …
But what he didn't expect was that the following scene was far beyond his expectations!
Fang Xing's punch was terrifyingly forceful and contained boundless strength. The wind generated from his punch even tore apart the clouds in the sky. A pitch-black hole appeared in the sky in broad daylight. If one passed through that area, one would even be able to see the stars in the sky. However, it was this demon-like punch that suddenly became extremely chaotic when it came into contact with the two palms of the Buddhist seal. Strands of power scattered uncontrollably in all directions. His entire aura also became increasingly chaotic, and his expression became extremely dispirited.
Boom!
The palm of the Buddhist seal covered half the sky. Originally, it was just a palm with a false appearance, but in the eyes of the bystanders, it was extremely terrifying. They could only watch helplessly as the demon charged towards the Buddhist seal with endless fierce winds. When it collided with the boundless power of the Buddhist palm, it suddenly lost control of its own demonic Qi. Its spiritual power gradually declined. It was as if a ferocious demon king had suddenly been subdued by a true Buddha, revealing its true form. It directly fell to the ground uncontrollably, extremely weak!
"Uh …"
Even the Buddhist seal was stunned. His palm was suspended in mid-air, unable to strike down.
He was actually stunned, a little confused about the situation …
However, from an outsider's point of view, the Buddhist seal's expression was solemn, and there was even a hint of hesitation. The kasaya behind him fluttered in the wind, and the huge Buddhist palm floated more than 100 feet above the demon's head, not descending for a long time …
This scene was very much like the scene in the ancient legends, where Buddha subdued the devil, defeated the devil, but couldn't bear to kill him!
This …
"That devil was defeated?"
After a long time, someone said in a daze, as if he couldn't believe it himself.
"It can't … can it be that he was defeated so easily?"
Another person raised his doubts. After all, Fang Xing's ferocity in the past few days had left a deep impression on them. Even if they had some confidence in Buddha Yin, they didn't dare to believe that Buddha Yin had the ability to completely suppress this devil with one palm strike …
Perhaps the Buddha Master in the Paramita Temple had this ability, but forget about the Chief Monk …
Since when did Buddhism have such a great supernatural power?
"How could this be? How could this be? "
Under the Buddha's palm, Fang Xing felt as if he had been swept by the strong wind of the Buddha's palm. His face was as pale as paper, and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. He roared angrily, "Monk, you cheated. You didn't use your own supernatural power at all … Why? Why did your supernatural power completely restrain me? Why can't I control my magic power at all? Ah, yes, it's that bastard Shinsyu. He's so ruthless and powerful. He actually found a way to restrain me and the God Clan in such a short time … "
As he spoke, he seemed to have suffered another heavy blow. With a sorrowful roar, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
It was also at this moment that the Little Yaochi Princess sneaked over from the Divine Palace behind him, picked him up, and ran.
"This … What the hell is going on …"
Buddha Yin was dumbfounded. He swallowed his saliva guiltily, then carefully looked around.
At this moment, he saw countless surprised, doubtful, and admiring eyes …
"So that's how it is … So that's how it is … I knew it. Although the Buddha Seal Grandmaster is strong, he doesn't have the ability to directly suppress that demon. It turns out that Buddha Lord Shinsyu secretly deduced the secret method to deal with this demon, and then the Buddha Seal Grandmaster subdued this demon!"
Below, there were already all kinds of surprised voices.
"Why didn't Lord Shinsyu do it himself?"
"What kind of status does he have? Why would he lower himself to deal with this devil?"
"If the Divine King came, he might be qualified to make him do it!"
"Actually, it's because Lord Shinsyu and this devil are old friends, so he doesn't want to make a move directly …"
Below, countless people looked at Buddha Yin with fanatical and admiring eyes. It was as if they were looking at an immortal or Buddha.
"This …"
Buddha Yin subconsciously wanted to explain, but when he looked at the surprised gazes of the people around him, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. After the God Clan descended, all the Daos of Tian Yuan entered the Pure Land, suppressing the budding signs of Buddhism. Even the Ancient Clan began to alienate themselves from the Paramita Temple because of the Ancient Crane. Now, this matter allowed him to once again see an opportunity for Buddhism's reputation to rapidly rise in the Pure Land. To him, this was an irresistible temptation.
Amidst all these thoughts and bewilderment, he didn't say a word for a long time. He just slowly retracted his Buddha palm and placed it vertically in front of his chest. After a long silence, he faced the disbelieving gazes of countless cultivators and softly chanted the name of Buddha …
"Amitabha, this poor monk … is ashamed …"
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