Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 106: One Punch and the World Collapses
"Jingxin greets the donor." Monk Jingxin stood up, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly. Just then, when the small Xumi Mountain shook, he understood why his uncle-master wanted to amplify him with the Buddha's light. "Does the donor need to regulate his breathing?"

"No need. Master, are you ready?" Russell asked back.

"What?" Monk Jingxin was puzzled, and the next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Under the eyes of all the spectators, Russell almost instantly came in front of Jingxin, with one hand behind his back and the other hand pointing the index finger in front of Jingxin's eyebrows. The air wave generated by the explosive step made the corners of his clothes rustle.

"Take my finger. If your golden body is not broken, I lose." Russell's calm voice echoed throughout the golden bowl world.

Really arrogant!

Monk Jingsi and a group of Buddhist monks outside the golden bowl were furious.

The Vajra Indestructible Divine Art is a secret of Buddhism that only core disciples can practice. Even if Russell has a high level of cultivation, he cannot ignore the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art.

Jingxin also gritted his teeth and said, "Then let me see how you, the donor, can destroy my indestructible golden body with just one finger."

He held the Dharma seal in his hands, standing still, but the clouds and mist in the Buddha's realm moved, shedding fine golden light that merged into the golden body.

As a result, the golden body became more and more brilliant and rich, emitting thousands of rays of light, like the rising sun.

"Is Young Master Luo too arrogant?"

"that is."

"The little monk on the mountainside is the one who sat on the Hero Terrace in South City for half a decade."

The people began to worry. In terms of strength alone, they definitely believed in Russell unconditionally, but when it came to the fact that he could break the golden body with one finger, they really had no confidence. After all, the little monk's record was obvious to all. He had not been defeated in five days.

Russell chuckled, and all six meridian gates blossomed at once. Then he poked out a finger and tapped the center of Monk Jingxin's eyebrows.

The strongest fortresses often collapse from within, and the same is true for the golden body.

With just one finger, Monk Jingxin felt his internal organs churning in an instant, and his meridians, flesh, bones, and even his soul all vibrated and resonated in unison at the same moment.

"puff!"

Russell spat out a mouthful of light golden blood and retreated without being contaminated at all.

When he looked at Monk Jingxin again, the gold paint on his skin was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just one finger, really just one finger!
The Vajra Indestructible Divine Art is broken!
"it is good!"

"Our Dafeng is the orthodox state of the Nine Provinces, and is the best in the world in both civil and military affairs!" a scholar shouted hoarsely.

Following the common people, the heroes of the martial arts world, including the Imperial Sword Guards, also cheered.

Isn't the little monk awesome? Why are you so weak now? Get up and fight Grandpa for another 300 rounds.

Li Miaozhen's Taoist partner is really amazing... Chu Yuanzhen tightly gripped the hilt of his sword. He had been cultivating his mind for ten years, and he wondered if he could be as dazzling as Russell today when he drew his sword.

Even when Prince Huai was young, he wasn't as dazzling as him... an old lady of unremarkable appearance in the crowd thought to herself.

"Master, please cultivate yourself well." Russell walked past Monk Jingxin and left the mountainside, heading towards the top of the mountain.

After a while, the path was temporarily interrupted, and the road at the end suddenly opened up. There was an open area in front, with rugged rocks and sparse vegetation in the middle, but there was a huge Bodhi tree, under which an old monk was sitting cross-legged.

The crown of the Bodhi tree is tall and majestic, with lush greenery. Coupled with an old monk with wrinkles and a weathered look on his face, the picture is overwhelming.

"Master, what is this level of competition?" Russell asked, standing in front of the old monk.

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name and said leisurely, "Donor's mind is not at peace."

"Quiet?" Russell let out a sinister grin. Between breaths, waves of energy twisted and tangled, and a mighty fist surged into the sky. Suddenly, the world darkened. "Take my punch."

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "I am a wisp of obsession that was cut off by Bodhisattva Wenyin before he attained enlightenment."

"So, what?"

With the guard backing him up, he had nothing to fear and could just punch.

As this punch was thrown, the space within a few hundred feet suddenly seemed to be filled with the roar of thousands of wind dragons.

"Let me try my hand with you." The old monk was delighted to see the prey, and his old appearance was gone. His muscles and bones expanded as if inflated, and his wrinkles were smoothed out. In an instant, he turned into a nine-foot-tall man with a faint golden light surrounding his body.

Between the fists and palms, a dark golden swastika flowed, carrying a strong sense of destruction, and the scorching air waves and the expanding pressure swept in all directions.

boom!
The fist seal and the swastika seal collided, as if the moment of destruction had arrived. The entire world groaned, and waves of energy swept in all directions. The square was torn apart by the energy emanating from the two men's fight, rolling and tumbling, like a dragon turning over, and turned into ruins.

Punch after punch, the two men seemed tireless as they punched each other.

Huge air waves surged across the sky, and the rumbling sonic booms were like thunder. The space was distorted like the surface of water, creating circles of ripples!

"happy!"

Russell's bones were shattered countless times by the old monk's Buddhist seal, and then recovered again and again. Of course, the old monk was not feeling well either. His figure was constantly fading, and was much paler than at the beginning.

"Good punch! Good punch!"

The old monk also laughed indulgently, his yellow robe rustling, and a golden sun seemed to be burning in his dark eyes.

In his opinion, the young man's realm was not worth mentioning, but his boxing skills were incredibly powerful. He had never seen such a terrifying boxing style in thousands of years.

This old monk was an obsession that he cut off when he was either Wenyin Bodhisattva or Arhat.

Five hundred years had passed, and he was left with only a remnant of his past, with little strength left. He had long since fallen from the extraordinary realm, but ordinary fourth-grade cultivators were still within his grasp.

But he happened to meet Russell, a guy whose real fighting ability cannot be measured by the level of the item.

"One strike will decide the outcome!" The old monk felt that there was only strength for one strike left in his body, so he shot back and stopped at the top of the mountain.

"Come!" Russell got into position, his aura surged again, a vast and heavy fist intent rose up, and the terrifyingly fierce power suddenly surged in all directions. The air within a hundred feet was squeezed out in an instant, turning into a substantial air wave that spread in the air.

Fist intention: Heaven and earth are ready to collapse!
"It's not bad to end the battle with this." The old monk laughed loudly, and a sound like the collision of metal was heard. Strands of golden light emerged. In an instant, the old monk's aura changed completely, and he became like an ancient bronze Buddha, solemn and majestic.

The Great Demon-Subduing Seal!

The fist print and the swastika print collided with a loud bang.

Silently.

All the fourth-grade cultivators present were so shocked that they stood up with expressions of extreme surprise.

"Lord Wei, what's going on?" Xu Qian'an looked around in confusion.

"Extraordinary... Extraordinary..." Jiang Lu kept muttering to himself. This was the realm he had always dreamed of.

"Russell's punch has already taken on extraordinary form and spirit." Wei Yuan patted Xu Qian'an's shoulder, as if to comfort him.

Xu Qian'an looked up at the center of the scroll in a daze. Has he become stronger again?
For a moment, he felt empty and lost, as if something was about to move away from him.

"The golden bowl, the golden bowl is broken!"

After an unknown amount of time, a surprised voice was heard from the crowd. For a moment, everyone's eyes were turned to the golden bowl floating in the middle of the field.

"What? Is this true? What happened to the golden bowl? Get out of the way, let me see!"

Several people from the martial arts world standing in the front pushed through the crowd, tiptoed, looked sharply, and finally saw the golden bowl next to Du'e Arhat.

Sure enough, the golden bowl was no longer as exquisite and complete as before, and one could clearly see several cracks on the surface with black lines visible through them.

"Arhat Du'e, I have done my best." The old monk smiled and said to Arhat Du'e in the outside world.

Du'e Arhat nodded and watched the old monk's body completely shatter into golden particles and return to the Buddha realm.

The better Russell performed in these three levels, the more fulfilled his expectations became.

Under everyone's expectant gaze, Russell climbed the stairs to the top of the mountain. He did not encounter any checkpoints along the way until he reached the end of the stairs and stepped into the small square outside the temple on the top of the mountain.

Du'e Arhat followed Russell's figure closely, and the supervisor straightened up.

This is a single-story temple with a straight roof and upturned eaves. It has no side halls or wing rooms, just a main hall.

Shura Questioning the Heart, the name of the last level.

In front of the gate of the small temple, Russell paused for a moment and touched the incense seal in his arms. He already had a guess in his mind. If nothing unexpected happened, this was the test from the Supervisor.

The sorcerer system was derived from the incense and fire system and the wizard system. The incense and fire seal can also mobilize luck, public opinion, and even... the power of all living beings!
　Happy New Year, friends!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)