Chapter 123 Chu Xun summons the Dharma image!

Chapter 123 Chu Xun summons the Dharma image!

The bright door that opened and closed released thousands of bright rays of light, covering up even the sun, and the figure sitting cross-legged behind the door slowly stood up and walked out of the door.

"Tsk!"

The piece of dharma paper in the great elder's hand also disappeared like flying ashes. It seemed that the meaning of this dharma paper was to open and close the door, allowing this god-like figure to walk out.

Endless energy surges.

Directly disrupting the order here.

law.

Reiki.

energy.

All rioted.

Like a storm raging.

The old woman from the Goddess Sect and others couldn't hide the shock in their eyes, and murmured: "With my saint's cultivation, I don't even have the ability to control the air. How terrifying this figure must be!"

All kinds of order energy were wandering crazily, condensing into intertwined chains, but they were crushed by the bright golden sun as they approached, as if they were isolated from all laws and were alone in a world.

His power is unparalleled.

Indifferent to common people.

He stretched out his palm ruthlessly.

Five fingers cover the sky.

With golden glow.

Like the palm of Buddha.

"Buzz!"

The moment the cover came down, it seemed as if the entire sky was overturned. Huge palm prints appeared directly under Chu Xun's body, with a depression of tens of feet. The wind was howling all around. All the cultivators nearby fled in panic, with shock in their eyes. , focusing on the figure under the golden palm.

"Boom!"

Pounding pressure.

Like mountains.

Like a god coming.

Chu Xun was dressed in robes, with long hair flying around his head. His usually gentle eyes suddenly became bright and sharp, and he stared at the hand covering the sky. A rising Dharma form appeared on his body. This was the Dharma form. He has never used the ability that he has in his realm to summon the Dharma form from the beginning to the end.

Now, with the call, there is also a torrential Dharma image slowly rising behind him. It is an equally vague figure, gradually gazing at the concentration. The tall figure, the hazy face, the exquisite face outlined by pen and ink, and a pair of equally stern eyes. The proud eyes of all living beings.

This dharma image.

It was Chu Xun when he was young.

"boom!"

The Dharma Prime Minister stood up.

Upright.

That Buddha-like palm can no longer be measured.

This scene deeply shocked everyone's heart. Whether it was those who fled into the distance or those who were crouching under the pressure, their breaths were shocked. They stared at this scene, and a turbulent wave was stirred in their hearts. The old woman of the Goddess Sect Surprised: "Is this his true strength?"

The saint of the Zhenwu Sect was also breathing rapidly. He never expected that Chu Xun, who had just slashed with his sword casually and brought a fatal threat to himself, would still use all his strength.

"block……!"

"blocked!"

"It actually blocked it?"

The elders and disciples of the Zhenwu Sect were also stunned, their faces full of astonishment. When the phantom of the Zhenwu Great Sage appeared, they had the illusion that they were like gods and Buddhas. Who knew that even such a figure could not do anything to him!

"Buzz!"

The majestic figure in the big sun had indifferent eyes. Facing the latter's reaction, he just continued to press down indifferently. Suddenly, a storm was born from the collision between the two and swept around.

The ground beneath our feet suddenly trembled, and it sank more than three feet within a radius of dozens of miles. Countless mountains and trees along the way shattered, were flattened, and turned into dust.

"Boom!"

Huge pressure on both shoulders.

Even the Dharma form sank slightly.

"sword!"

Chu Xun's eyes were stern.

Only one word.

The ivy sword shines brightly.

Turn into blue light.

Falling in the palm of your hand.

It is not held by this deity.

It was the Dharma form holding up the sky. One hand held up the pressure of the golden palm, and the other hand held a sword and slowly slashed away. It was obviously very slow, and it seemed that people who had just entered the practice could avoid it, but that golden palm But there is no way to avoid it.

"Tsk!"

Golden blood splattered everywhere.

A palm.

Cut down in the air.

"hiss!"

The world became silent.

It seems that no one thought it would end like this.

"Well!" The expressionless incarnation entrenched in the sun felt confused for the first time. He raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at the chopped off palm.

"OMG!"

"Is this his strength?"

The Saint of Shenxing Sect felt a strong shock in his heart. Looking back on how often he struggled on the edge of death, he felt cold sweat on his forehead and felt that his fate was really high.

Tianji Sect.

Xuanwang Palace.

Floating Moon Sect.

These people who were watching from afar through the secret treasure also fell into intense anxiety as the secret treasure disappeared. For example, the old man of Tianji Sect was anxious and murmured: "What's going on? Is it over?"

He wanted to go there in person, but he thought of the figure entrenched in the sun, using a magic weapon to peek and almost backfired. With such a torrent of cultivation, suppressing Chu Xun was just a thought. When he rushed over and the dust settled, it would be better to be here. Wait for a while, and then use the secret disk to peek at the ending.

The Xuanwang Palace was in an uproar. The elders gathered together, frowning and worried. In their opinion, the outcome was doomed when the Dharma Image was summoned. Another elder said complicatedly: "It's a pity. I was just tied to Donglin." Elder Chu was killed on Zong’s chariot, what a pity!”

The master of the palace said: "Otherwise, this may be a good sign. Instead of being a servant for ten years, now I can break free directly. I, the Xuanwang Palace, still have the possibility of rising!"

…

boom!

Pale golden blood splattered.

Scattered in the sky.

Chu Xun also thought about taking a step forward and getting on the same level with the figure in the sun. At the same time, he also saw the figure inside clearly. He said with a relaxed look in his eyes: "You are not that scary!"

This figure entrenched in the sun is only the size of a normal person. Everything he just released is an illusion. It is strong and shocking in the eyes of outsiders. But when he is really qualified to be on par with him, he finds that he is just like that, no different from ordinary people, how can he be as sacred as a god.

"He does have some tricks. No wonder he forced the Zhenwu Sect to this point. But since I am here, everything ends here!" The figure entrenched in the sun only had a little ripple in his eyes when he cut off his palm, and then he returned to silence.

He is the incarnation of the Great Saint Zhenwu.

His cultivation is unfathomable.

Even if it is just a spiritual body.

The little energy carried by the magic paper.

It is more than enough to suppress a small saint.

"Today, not only is the brilliant sun released, but also a magical power that you have never seen or heard of will wipe you out!" The figure entrenched in the sun spoke in a cold tone, urging a Buddhist technique, which was a Buddhist magical power that had never been seen in the Eastern Region.

"The Great Sun Tathagata Dharma!"

As he whispered in a low voice, a round of light appeared behind his head, releasing incomparable heat, melting the void, and the heat flow was burning the heaven and earth. The ground under his feet suddenly seemed to have been dry for many years and cracks appeared, and people who were originally far away only felt extremely hot.

"Hot!"

"Very hot!"

"I feel like my body is going to melt!"

"What is this!"

One after another, people who had already fled far away fled to the distance again, with fear in their eyes. The light emitted by the figure in the sun released incomparable heat, as if the sun really fell from the sky, and the terrifying temperature could evaporate everything. The Zhenwu Sect urgently used the remaining power of the formation to resist this overwhelming warmth.

"The Dharma Image of the Great Sun Tathagata!"

"The Buddha Kingdom in the Palm!"

The figure residing in the Great Sun raised his other hand again. At this moment, he seemed to have become a real Buddha, chanting three thousand Sanskrit sounds, with a cold face and ruthlessness. This was a Buddhist magical power that the Eastern Region had never encountered before, and he was confident that the latter could not break it.