Master Mingguan chanted the name of Buddha.
He became one with the Buddha statue in front of him.
When he took a step forward, the surrounding mountains and rivers seemed to shake.
At this moment, he no longer had any hope of taking Su Yuan away.
But he had to save his brothers, disciples, and nephews.
The golden Buddha raised his palm, clenched it into a fist, and attacked Su Ye again.
The power of this attack was much stronger than the fist of the Buddha condensed from the river water.
Old Shou watched from afar and thought that if he was at the eleventh realm, it would be difficult for him to resist this Mahayana Bodhi Divine Fist.
This Venerable Du 'e of the Buddhist Sect was displaying the strength of his twelfth realm at this moment.
As he punched, light flashed in the air, and the shadows of Bodhi trees appeared out of thin air.
The Bodhi forest seemed to have paved a path full of wisdom.
All difficulties, obstacles, and all kinds of suffering had been subdued, and a bright path leading to the Nirvana Paradise had been opened.
With a smile on her face, Su Ye held Su Yuan in her left hand and stood still. Her right hand clenched into a fist like before, and she punched straight at the Bodhi image of Master Mingguan.
Streams of black and purple air swirled in the air and instantly condensed into a dark cloud.
There seemed to be the shadow of a dragon rising and falling in the dark cloud.
Amidst a low and obscure roar, a strange purple-black dragon rushed out of the dark clouds!
This strange dragon looked extremely ferocious and terrifying, like a demon.
The noble aura of the dragon race could not be seen, but it seemed to be more powerful and domineering than a real dragon.
A ruthless and tyrannical ghost dragon!
The black and purple ghost dragon rushed out of the dark cloud like lightning. Its body was straight like a spear dozens of meters long.
The dragon's head was the tip of the spear, and it stabbed at Master Mingguan and the Bodhi image.
The road was smashed by the ghost dragon.
The two rows of Bodhi trees on the side of the road were broken, collapsed, and withered.
In the blink of an eye, the peaceful appearance of the Buddhist Sect that was full of wisdom and all kinds of things disappeared.
The black and purple ghost dragon was unimpeded and crashed into the golden Buddha's fist.
Then, the golden Buddha's fist shattered into streaks of light!
The broken hole kept expanding, like the whole arm was expanding.
The Buddha's arm was broken, but the ghost dragon did not stop. It roared and pounced at the golden Buddha's chest.
Previously, it was like this when facing the tenth realm Zen Master Zhi Chen.
Now, it was still like this when facing the twelfth realm Master Mingguan.
The purplish-black ghostly dragon charged forward like a black spear, directly stabbing into the golden Buddha's chest!
The Devil Religion people were also shocked.
The people of the Devil Religion people's eyelids were also twitching.
"If I didn't see him with my own eyes, I wouldn't be able to associate him with his current appearance." King Kong sucked in a breath of cold air and grimaced in pain. "His attacks that are focused on one point are too incisive. It's simply invincible."
Zhang Tianheng curled his lips. "Cult Leader once commented that the Ghost Dragon Spear created by Second Brother Su could be called the seventh peerless ultimate art of our cult, and that its potential is still far from being seen. Are you questioning Cult Leader's judgment?"
Jingang grinned. "Of course the Hierarch's words are not wrong, but this Second Master Su is really …"
He glanced at Su Wei next to him.
Su Wei's face was full of misfortune. "If it wasn't for this brat, there wouldn't be so much trouble. Stop looking, let's get back to work."
The people of Devil Religion immediately attacked the monks of Qing Liang Temple.
Su Ye punched a hole through the body of the Bodhi Avatar.
The ghost dragon rushed into Master Mingguan's chest and roared incessantly. Its target was Master Mingguan, who was in the middle of the Bodhi Form.
Master Mingguan's Bodhi Form was broken, and his face was slightly pale.
But at this moment, the abbot of Qingliang Temple reacted decisively and quickly.
He abruptly dispersed his Bodhi avatar.
Rays of glazed Buddhist light shot out to obstruct the ghost dragon.
At the same time, a Buddhist staff appeared in Master Mingguan's hand.
The gigantic Eight-Armed Arhat stood upright.
The eight arms held the Buddhist staff and reorganized their defense to resist the ghost dragon.
Elder Mingjing and Zen Master Zhichen had both used the same Eight Stabilizing Subduing Magic Wand.
But compared to Master Mingguan, who was in the 12th realm, they were not much different from new disciples.
Reverend Ming Guan's Eight Meditation Subduing Magic Wand was displayed. The first meditation, second meditation, third meditation, and fourth meditation, the four colorless dhyanas, the boundless meditation of space, the boundless meditation of consciousness, the non-existence meditation of everything, and the non-thought meditation of non-thought meditation of the four colorless dhyanas.
At this moment, he defended with all his strength to resist the ghost dragon's charge.
Almost at the same time, a clear Buddhist light shot into the sky and condensed into a glazed Buddhist Ring Blade.
It was on par with the Mahayana Bodhi Fist and the Eight Stabilizing Magic Staff. It was another of the three great techniques of Qing Liang Temple — the Tranquil Buddhist Ring Blade.
The Four Pure Buddhist Rings were called the Leakless Precepts. They could be rid of worries and impurities.
The ten-meter-long Buddhist Light Saber descended from the sky and slashed at the ghost dragon's body.
After continuously piercing through the Bodhi Forest and the Bodhi Form, the ghost dragon's power was exhausted.
Although the dragon's body was strong, it was not as indestructible as the dragon's head.
The Tranquil Buddhist Ring Blade slashed at the middle of the ghost dragon's body and finally cut it in half.
Master Mingguan took three steps back and exhaled. His face regained its ruddy color.
But before he could stand firm, Su Ye laughed and said, "The second move."
Then, she stood where she was, stretched out her right hand, and punched for the second time.
The same black-purple ghost dragon roared again and rushed toward Master Mingguan like a bolt of lightning.
Master Mingguan was on full alert and ready to fight.
But no matter how hard the Qing Liang Temple's abbot tried, he could not force the disheveled young man who was holding Su Yuan to step back.
Instead, the old monk was being pressured to step back.
He was getting further and further away from the other monks of the Qing Liang Temple.
Just as Master Mingguan was feeling anxious, Su Ye's expression suddenly changed. She turned her head to look in another direction.
A figure in gray suddenly appeared.
Elder Shou was the closest to him. Just as he raised a crescent moon to attack, the other party raised his hand and slashed in the air, cutting off the silver moon and forcing Elder Shou to dodge.
Then, the invisible blade seemed to be endless troubles in the world, making people unable to have peace.
Elder Shou could only retreat again and again.
The figure in gray easily passed him and passed by Elder Mingjing.
"Senior Brother Mingjue …" Elder Mingjing took a deep breath.
There was only one person in the Qing Liang Temple who could reach such a level with the Tranquil Buddhist Ring Blade.
The former Qing Liang Temple's abbot, "Sick Maha" Master Mingjue.
Compared to him, even the current abbot, Master Mingguan, was inferior.
The old monk in gray sighed. "Junior Brother Mingjing, turn back before it's too late."
Elder Mingjing exhaled. "There's no need to turn back when the shore is right in front of you."
"I hope we can have a quiet talk in the future. Now I'm anxious to save people. Please forgive me."
As he said that, Master Mingjue punched Elder Mingjing.
Elder Mingjing struggled to resist, but only felt that no matter how he responded, he was in the opponent's control.
Like the Tranquil Buddhist Ring Blade, the top expert of the Qing Liang Temple's Mahayana Bodhi Divine Fist had also reached perfection.
Even if he fell from the realm of Emperor Wu, he still firmly sat on the throne of the top Buddhist in the Divine Land at the twelfth realm.
Elder Mingjing was directly captured by him.
Then, Master Mingjue waved his hand, and Elder Mingjing was involuntarily smashed toward Su Ye!
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