Chapter 195 Purple Entry: Martial Arts Sanskrit
After arriving at a large platform on the mountainside, the strength of the guards here became more and more advanced.
But they didn't have any vigilance. They all gathered together and chatted casually.
Or he opened his own cave to practice meditation.
After casually crushing the death scars of several Six Tribulations Masters with Gang Qi, Xie Que grabbed a person who seemed to be more honest and asked:
"Is King Chu on the mountain?"
The real man swallowed his saliva.
Neither his eyes nor his mind noticed it, and several of his colleagues in front of him fell to the ground. The horror of this man was beyond his imagination.
"Your Majesty... is not on the mountain." His tone sounded cautious, for fear of being displeased by the murderous god in front of him.
"Forget it..." Xie Que casually broke his neck and threw it to one side, then chopped his escaped Yin Shen into pieces with a strike of his palm.
Master Liu Jie may be considered a big shot in other places.
But at this time, the King of Chu gathered all the masters from the south here, and they could only be regarded as the middle and upper class.
He couldn't squeeze into the top circle of King Chu.
After all, the Great Zhou Dynasty is about to run out, and following Qianlong means having the power to follow the dragon in the future.
This was the case with Shuiyue Zen Temple thousands of years ago.
Since then, it has ushered in a period of rapid development, not only with the support of a country behind it.
Moreover, as a minister of the dragon, he also enjoys the blessing of luck, which speeds up his practice.
Therefore, if you ask such a Six Tribulations Master now, you will not get the answer.
After walking a few steps towards the mountain, Xie Que discovered that there was a steep cliff here.
It doesn't matter, no matter how steep it is, it can't stop the flying Shijing Zhenren.
What's important is that between the cliffs, there is a huge turbulent stream flying down rapidly.
Something moved in his heart.
"Let's make the noise louder, we'll find out soon..."
After Xie Que finished his instructions, the Dou Zhan Holy Law immediately evolved into the Ten Metaphorical Secrets.
A huge full moon rises from the mountainside.
Immediately, countless black figures rose up and rushed towards the cliffs.
Xie Que exhaled, and the Qi and blood in the acupoints surged out like water from the Tianhe River.
"You are trespassing on important territory and should be shot without mercy!" A loud voice sounded, even exploding several rocks.
Following a sharp roar, an orb the size of a human head flew towards Xie Que.
When it was a hundred meters away from the few people, the orb exploded and turned into countless small rains of fire.
This flame is strangely green, and once it is contaminated, it will burn out the Yin God before stopping.
Xie Que released his energy and blood domain and easily wiped out the rain of fire in the sky.
The figure lurking behind the orb was not angry. Instead, he laughed strangely and recited the mantra.
Xie Que suddenly felt that the temperature of the blood and qi in his body had dropped a bit, and there was no longer the burning sensation before.
Seeing this, the man showed a feeling of disbelief.
"Freezing blood? It's a good spell." Xie Que's body flashed and he had already grabbed the man's head.
"But it has no effect on the poor monk!"
With a simple grip, the head exploded with a click.
Red and white colors instantly filled the sky.
Many figures paused.
The person who died at this time was not an easy person. Although Xie Que seemed to be able to kill him easily and freely, he hoped that it was also based on his strength.
After throwing the body into the water, Xie Que raised his hands and said:
"The poor monk is the head of the contemporary Bodhi Garden in Shuiyue Chanyuan."
"Dharma name..."
Xie Que couldn't help but be startled. He really didn't know the name of Bodhi Garden's head, so he made it up casually:
"Yuan Fei!"
"Isn't the head of the garden Yuan Ling?" A monk wearing a bright red monk's robe asked with a curious frown: "The poor monk drank tea and discussed Taoism with Taoist brother Yuan Ling last month."
This great red-robed monk, whose monastic name is Yiquan, is the abbot of Foyin Temple, and he has the vague title of the most eminent monk in the southern part of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
According to rumors, his cultivation reached the ninth level of thunder calamity two hundred years ago, and now it is even more unfathomable.
"I am the head of the new garden." Xie Que said without blushing and without a beating heart:
"There are three things that a new official should do when he takes office, and today this fire started from Ziyang Mountain!"
Xie Que's body made a crackling sound like fried soybeans, and the energy and blood in his body surged like a celestial river.
Except for the big moon that is the signature of Shuiyue Chanyuan behind him, there is no trace of him being a monk.
Monk Yiquan was about to say more, but the next moment, Xie Que was already beside Monk Yiquan, about to punch him.
"Weituo!" Monk Yiquan shouted in surprise, and a huge and mighty shadow appeared behind him.
He has a pink face and no beard, wears armor and a flying belt, and holds a vajra.
"Pull everywhere!"
Accompanied by the intense wrath of the Buddha, the vajra exploded with sonic booms in the air and struck Xie Que.
Even the tip of the stick flickered with countless afterimages, making it difficult to distinguish.
Xie Que turned his fist into a claw and actually clamped down on the vajra that fell out of thin air.
The three Weiners were also shocked by the imposing manner of the Yiquan monk.
They could sense that with the strength of the Nine-leaf Spirit Guard and the grace of the gods, the great monk's strength would not fall behind them.
But such a blow was easily blocked by the master.
This couldn't help but frighten them.
As other figures rushed towards them, they responded to the enemy individually, but they seemed to be able to do so with ease.
The only one with the strength of Nine Tribulations who came here at this time was Monk Yiquan.
Others are uneven, and most of their power must still be preserved in the dragon vein mouth at the top of the mountain.
Seeing Xie Que catching the Vajra, Monk Yiquan was not angry, but showed a strange smile.
A blue giant spirit suddenly appeared on the vajra. It was one foot tall and only had its upper body.
The lower body is a ball of misty smoke, with a blue face and blue beard, and a heroic aura.
Garan protector!
The figure clapped his palm forward, and a huge "swastika" character came out of it.
"Broken!" Xie Que didn't panic. His palm gradually turned golden and he struck out, erasing the character in an instant.
The next moment, this blue figure gradually merged with Monk Yiquan.
"The Dharma is vast and universal, and the Dharma's treasure is inexhaustible!"
"Vita is on the left, Jialan is on the right!"
Monk Yiquan became taller, holding a vajra in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.
This old monk actually worshiped two gods at the same time!
Xie Que's eyes narrowed. The conditions required for such a thing were extremely harsh.
Firstly, the two gods are extremely close, and secondly, the worshipers of the gods are equally devoted to them.
Wei Tuo and Jialan are both Buddhist protectors, so they naturally meet this requirement.
But the difficulty lies in the second point. While being pious, one needs to be recognized by the gods at the same time.
The vajra fell, and the extremely terrifying power immediately suppressed Xie Que, making it difficult to move.
He could feel the Vajra from it, and even the gravity this week had increased a lot.
Xie Que shouted loudly, and then his whole body was filled with energy and blood, and he immediately broke free from the shackles.
But Monk Yiquan's sword also appeared in front of Xie Que's throat.
The sharp edge of the sword actually left a mark on Xie Que's neck...
A white spot.
Monk Yiquan, who had a chance of winning, couldn't help but feel stupid for a while.
"Very good!" Xie Que touched his neck, and the tingling sensation still remained: "You actually hurt me!"
An inexplicable sense of threat suddenly emitted from Monk Yiquan's heart.
Since breaking through the Nine Tribulations, he has rarely felt like this.
At this time... I actually felt it.
He frantically chopped off the vajra and sword, and countless craters were blasted out of the mountain in the aftermath.
But all his attacks were avoided in advance, as if Xie Que knew the trajectory of his attacks in advance.
This is the Future Wusheng Palm! It has the effect of predicting the enemy's opportunity.
"This is impossible!" Yiquan's voice seemed unbelievable at this time: "Could it be that you are the True Lord of Yangshen?"
"Why does it have to be True Lord Yangshen?" Xie Que caught the gap between Yiquan's words and grabbed his wrist with one claw to prevent him from moving.
The other hand had already climbed up the death mark on his side.
At this time, Yiquan was under constant attack and was led into the river by Xie Que.
The power brought by the dragon's water instantly entered his body, and Xie Que felt an unprecedented power.
Maybe... I can follow it up with one blow! Xie Que looked at the traces of death on Monk Yiquan's body.
"It's a pity that your knowledge is too short."
As the Death Trace shattered, Monk Yiquan also completely lost all life.
The trial of death has also turned a new page.
Martial Arts Sanskrit: Purple entry, the power of your Buddhist martial arts is doubled.