Start from the thief

The inner scene comprehends the heaven and the earth and connects them. The fall of the inner scene will naturally touch the heaven and the earth.

Ordinary people or low-level cultivators who are not very sensitive to changes in spiritual power may not feel anything, but for those above the seventh level, the effect is completely different.

The three monks who were fighting fiercely stopped almost at the same time and looked towards the distance which was beyond their sight.

The night there changed from its original tranquility to chaos, the darkness seemed to have substance, and the spiritual energy was surging and crazy.

A darling of the world left, and his spiritual power could not find a master and began to return.

Who died?

Gu Changfeng or the Zuo Shi?

The next moment, the three of them attacked again at the same time, with more brutal methods, heavier blows, and faster speeds.

No matter who dies, the survivors will come to support the friendly forces once they have recovered. Whether you want to kill or escape, you have to hurry up.

Although Yan Hui's Boundless Sea of ​​Bitterness was broken, his Invincible Golden Body was still unstoppable and it was difficult to break through it with Zhang Hong and Bujie's conventional attacks.

The opponent's Tathagata Palm was incredibly powerful, and neither of them dared to take it head-on. If this continued, Yan Hui might not be able to escape as his legs and feet were not in good condition, but it would not be difficult to kill the two of them before Nei Jing came to help.

What's even more terrifying is that if any one of the two is killed, as long as Yan Hui can withstand the attack and drink a few more mouthfuls of blood, he might be able to reach the inner realm directly. By then, even if Gu Changfeng, who has just caught his breath, comes back, it will probably be of no use.

He can't die, he can't bear it, and he has to kill this iron turtle. Bujie is in a dilemma.

"Master Zhang, do you have a move that can decide the outcome with one strike?"

Zhang Hong was panting and dodged Yan Hui's casual slap.

“Yes, there is, but it will take some time.”

"how long?"

"At least five breaths, but you can't withstand five breaths from him."

Zhang Hong used the strategy of resisting instead of dodging, which meant that he could not move for these five breaths, and someone had to withstand Yan Hui's attack.

"You have to bear it even if you can't bear it."

Bujie sighed and said, "Don't waste time, get started."

A huge purple-black Dharma image stood between Zhang Hong and Yan Hui. With Yan Hui's speed, there was no way he could bypass the Dharma image and attack Zhang Hong within five breaths.

A shadow of a dragon head appeared behind Zhang Hong.

Zhang Hong was a disciple taught by Yan Hui. As soon as he saw the two men's actions, he immediately knew what they were planning.

The power of Zhang Hong's move is the best among those under the inner scene. Not to mention that he is only at the peak of the outer scene now, even if he is at the inner scene, he will be injured if he takes this move.

He does have the ability to break his own invincibility.

But Yan Hui was very happy.

The two were very fast, and their moves were endless. From the beginning of their fight until now, I had only been able to passively take the beating. Now, I finally had the chance to make them behave themselves and take a few moves from me.

As for five breaths later?

Haha, if you don’t quit a seventh-level cultivator, even if you have extraordinary talent in Dharma, how many of your palms can you take at most?

Three palms?

Two palms?

Yan Hui thought there was only one palm.

One breath, one palm.

Zhang Hong, my good disciple, you still have three or four more palms to take.

A huge golden Buddha's palm flew over.

The demon-subduing pestle smashed down fiercely, colliding with the Buddha's palm.

With a crack, the demon-subduing pestle shattered to the ground.

The Buddha's palm dimmed a little, but it still moved forward and imprinted firmly on the huge Dharma image.

The giant fell to the ground with a loud bang.

One strike, one breath, without restraint, the heaven and earth will be destroyed.

The second palm followed closely.

Bujie, who had returned to his normal size, stood up again. The skull pierced through his palm and bit Yanhui madly. An exquisite tower emitted bursts of golden light, intending to block the second move of the Tathagata Palm.

The skull let out an ear-piercing scream, like a demon from hell, and then disappeared into the air, along with the golden light under the tower.

The pagoda dimmed and fell from above.

There is no absolute defense against the Tathagata Palm.

All of Bujie's Dharma images disappeared, and his whole body was shining with golden light.

Mirage golden body.

This is his last line of defense.

If his golden body is broken again, he will be left with only a mortal body, an old monk whose life will be unknown for a few years.

The third palm came without hesitation.

The dragon head behind Zhang Hong has become substantial, with a pair of eyes tightly closed and even trembling slightly, as if they will open at any time.

In front of Zhang Hong's eyes was a thin figure shining with golden light.

At this moment, he recalled that decades ago, he followed an old monk closely in the Great Compassion Temple.

His steps were heavy, but his back was equally thin.

That was the mountain that I could once rely on.

Now this mountain is pressing down from above, trying to crush myself and even the world into pieces.

Bujie suddenly turned around and smiled at him.

"rest assured."

The golden Buddha's palm hit the golden body.

At this moment, the scenery of the world suddenly changed, and a magnificent temple appeared out of thin air. Bujie stood in it, his body moving with him, and the Buddha's palm followed him like a shadow.

Mirage.

Bujie led the third palm into the mirage, intending to use the Mirage Temple to dissipate the power of the Buddha's Palm.

The phantom disappeared and the Buddha's palm quickly dimmed, but it finally caught up with Bujie, who seemed to be moving constantly but actually did not move.

The golden light shattered.

The mirage's golden body was broken.

An old monk in a gray robe took a step back and stood back again.

Three breaths have passed.

Bujie is still standing.

But I just stood there.

Yan Hui had a blank expression on his face, but the trembling in his eyes inadvertently revealed his surprise.

He actually withstood three palm strikes and was even able to withstand the fourth.

Although the end result was that he was beaten into a ball of minced meat.

Yan Hui did not hesitate at all and was about to strike out with the fourth palm.

He still has a chance. One palm strike is enough to interrupt Zhang Hong's accumulated strength.

Bujie raised his palm and slapped it forward.

A golden Buddha's palm flew towards Yan Hui.

Tathagata Palm! ?

Zhang Hong’s faith was almost shaken.

Why can you perform Tathagata Palm without quitting?

Yan Hui's hand trembled, and the palm strike went slightly off target.

"I've been watching it for a while."

Bujie turned around and said with a smile.

Bullshit!

Zhang Hong wanted to curse, if the Dabei Temple's unique skills could be learned so easily, do you think all the geniuses in the Dabei Temple were vegetarians?

At least I haven't learned it either.

The two Buddha's palms were about to collide with each other, and Yan Hui's eyes narrowed.

He especially wanted to see the true meaning of the Tathagata Palm that Bujie had just learned.

The two Buddha's palms met and passed each other without any collision.

"Mirage?"

Yan Hui was disdainful. It turned out that this guy just used the mirage to imitate an image. What could that do? Was he trying to trick me into not daring to take action? But I had already taken action.

Bujie's body tilted, and everything below his right shoulder was blown into minced meat, with blood gushing out. If Yan Hui's mind had not been distracted a little, he would have been dead by now.

And his palm had already reached Yan Hui.

Yan Hui’s eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly raised his hand and pressed it against the Buddha’s palm that was supposed to be a mirage.

False and real, fake and true, Bujie's illusion deceived him.

Yan Hui's arm felt numb and he stepped back repeatedly. This palm strike actually contained two or three points of the true meaning of Tathagata's Palm!

Bujie raised his only remaining hand, half of his body was covered in blood.

"Namo, hehe, Amitabha."