Chapter 960 Round Battle

The golden jade monk stood in front of Xu Yang, holding his Qiankun alms bowl with one hand.

When the golden mask on the opposite side saw this, he was slightly startled at first, looked up and down carefully, and then said: "Little monk of the Golden Buddha Temple, you are only the first level of Daoming Realm, but you can actually block my "Star" boxing technique. You are not injured at all, so you are considered a genius. Judging from the third golden eye between your eyebrows, you must be born with three eyes. When did the Golden Buddha Temple rely on evil people to enhance its appearance? What a big joke.”

The golden mask's words were full of sarcasm.

The little golden monk was not angry either. The third golden eye between his brows flickered. He smiled slightly and said, "I, the Buddha, are so compassionate that I can save this world, not just people, but also demons and ghosts. I am a monk, and I just want to ask for a favor." As long as you have the heart to seek Buddha, why should you care about the origin? But if someone has evil in his heart, he will only fall into evil."

After a pause, the young monk Jinyu said loudly: "Master Jiulong, it should be your original Buddha name. I once saw a "Record of Seeking the Buddha" in the Tathagata Hall of the Golden Buddha Temple. It records the historical practice of the Golden Buddha Holy Body Sutra. There are no more than two hands in total, but the name of one of them is outlined in red. That name is Master Jiulong. For this reason, I asked my uncle Jiuku in the Golden Buddha Temple, and he told me that. Master Jiulong was one of his junior disciples and a peerless Buddhist genius. At that time, Master Jiulong practiced the Golden Buddha Holy Body Sutra and the unique star technique, but he disappeared innocently during the war between humans and demons in the Northern Region and the Western Region. I was thinking at the time that if Master Jiulong disappeared during the war between humans and demons, his name should be recorded and enshrined in the "Genesis Record" of the Golden Buddha Temple, but now it seems that you are. You have fallen into evil ways. In other words, you have betrayed the Golden Buddha Temple and your original heart of seeking Buddha!"

"Hehe." The golden mask smiled disdainfully, "Little monk Jinyu, you are a smart little guy. To be able to practice in the Tathagata Hall at such a young age, I think the Golden Buddha Temple also used you to train you as an elite disciple. I was like you back then. When I was young, I also practiced in Tathagata Hall. But so what? In the end, I just became a warrior monk holding a butcher knife to save myself. To put it bluntly, he was a butcher wearing a monk's mask. In fact, it is better to be a free-spirited, lawless, and innocent person, and to be decisive and decisive is the true practice and the only way to be upright."

The golden jade young monk looked hard and said loudly: "Master Jiulong, I don't know what you have experienced before. It can be said that you are you, but you are no longer you. You have two masks to cover your face, let the young monk look under the mask How upright you are. I, the little golden jade monk, will spend this day in the stars, and by the way, I will save you, the humble one, under the stars."

"Come to the little monk's bowl!" The golden and jade little monk called softly.

Clusters of swirling golden light suddenly appeared on the surface of the alms bowl held in the palm of his right hand, like golden spiritual fish playing.

The golden jade monk looked at the golden mask opposite and rubbed the surface of the Qiankun alms bowl with his left hand.

Inside the Qiankun alms bowl, the nine-dragon pattern at the bottom started to move in an instant, and a pool of pale golden soup emerged from the golden light.

The golden monk lowered his head and glanced at the golden soup in the alms bowl, picked up the alms bowl, raised his head and poured it into his stomach.

The golden young monk wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand and whispered jokingly: "Golden Light Soup, young monk, I don't really like vegetarian food."

The "golden soup" entered the belly of the Golden Jade Monk, and instantly emitted the power of extremely powerful golden light.

The white cassock outside the golden jade monk started to fly, the golden light on the surface was like waves, and the aura of his body was rising steadily.

The second level of Daoming Realm!

The peak of Daoming Realm!

breakthrough!

The first level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm!

The little golden monk's cultivation was manifested by the stimulation of half a bowl of golden soup.

It looks like he has been promoted to the first level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm.

The golden-masked man opposite stared at the alms bowl in the hands of the golden monk, and couldn't help but say: "Little monk, the treasure in your hand is the Qiankun alms bowl left by Jinguang Buddha, the founder of the Golden Buddha Temple after his ascension. I didn't expect this treasure to be immortal. The instrument is in the hands of you, a little monk. It seems that your destiny is not small. If I get this alms bowl, I may be able to escape from this prison of stars. I don’t know how long I have been here, telling or listening to stories every day. It’s really boring. I want to go out and kill people and create new and more exciting life stories.”

After finishing speaking, the golden mask took a step forward and said sternly: "Give me the Qiankun alms bowl in your hand."

"not for you."

The golden jade monk answered decisively, turned over with one hand, and temporarily put the Qiankun alms bowl into the Qiankun bag in his sleeve.

"Little Monk Jinyu, you use the power of golden light to upgrade your body to the first level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, but you are just forcibly activating your body. I have reached the second level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. Let's see if you can take me over. How many punches."

The golden mask clasped its hands together, a large golden mist rose from the body, and a huge golden star appeared behind it.

In the golden star dharma, dots of stars connected to outline Sanskrit characters, as if they had reached the level of Taoism.

Seeing this, the young monk Jinyu couldn't help blurting out: "It's the "Sanskrit Starlight" in the Tao realm. This Master Jiulong was worthy of being as famous as Master Jiuku's uncle."

Immediately afterwards, the golden mask on the opposite side harnessed the golden light of the stars under his feet and arrived in front of the golden monk in just a flash.

Without stopping for a moment, both fists were punched out one after another.

"Fist technique - Stars Qianluo!"

Punch out! In the blink of an eye, there are thousands of fist shadows, each of which is several feet in size, as if thousands of stars are falling, rumbling, tearing the void, and being extremely shocked.

The third golden eye between the eyebrows of the Jinyu monk flickered continuously, and the thousands of fist shadows on the opposite side were interpreted one by one by his power of the sky eye as if in slow motion, and the trajectory of the thousands of fist shadows was completely seen clearly.

The Jinyu monk raised his body violently, and the power of golden light gathered on his palms.

"Buddhism - Enlightenment of Thousand Words!"

Palm out! There are thousands of palm prints! Each palm print is several feet in size, and the golden Sanskrit characters on the surface of the palm print flow in an orderly manner, like a flipping golden light scripture, revealing the supreme power of Buddhism.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

The moves of both sides collided, and the sound of the explosion was like a meteor shower falling to the ground, and it was also like the sound of the Buddha chanting scriptures rolling between heaven and earth.

For a time, the power of thousands of explosions was superimposed, and golden winds were set off one after another. The strong wind surged, covering more than a hundred miles, covering the stars for a day.

After a while, the power of the moves of both sides dissipated, and the figures suddenly separated.

The young monk Jin Yu was panting, and the golden light was boiling in his meridians. He had just used at least 80% of his power in the "Thousand Words of Enlightenment".

The golden mask was also exhausted, supporting his knees with both hands, and his arms were shaking constantly.

At this moment, the golden mask on the masked man's face quickly turned into a purple mask.

With the change of the mask, the originally decadent Buddhist power body also turned into a full magic power body.

The purple mask moved his arms, clenched his fists, and said confidently: "Let me kill this little monk. This is another interesting story of killing."

The original golden Buddha body of the masked man disappeared instantly, and clusters of purple demon spirits spread out from his body like a tide.

Behind the purple mask, a Yuan Mo figure appeared, more than ten feet tall, with a naked upper body, muscles like a hill, and a leopard face and a single horn.

Yuan Mo bloodline!

Jin Yu Xiaoseng immediately transmitted a message

: "Friend Xu Yang, it's your turn to attack. I'm sure that the body of the guy opposite is mostly composed of two people. Otherwise, even if a person has cultivated two kinds of skills, it is impossible to achieve such a recovery speed of the skills. You and I will take turns to attack, so that we can force him to his limit, and we can also take the opportunity to find his weakness..."

At this time, Xu Yang had been observing the situation on the battlefield. He had already adjusted his breath, and even took a sip of the Nightmare Spirit Wine in the purple wine gourd on his waist, and his skills were full like a cow.

"Xu Xiaoxian is here."

A black dragon fire rolled up and blocked the front of Jin Yu Xiaoseng.

The dragon fire converged and Xu Yang's real body appeared. At this moment, Xu Yang was still wearing black dragon armor, but his body had already turned into a half-dragon beast. A pair of huge black dragon wings grew out of his back, and a piece of black crystal-like dragon scales appeared in the middle of his eyebrows, and even many tiny black scales appeared on the surface of the back of his hands. And Xu Yang's body aura has reached the peak of Daoming Realm.

Xu Yang looked at the purple mask opposite, stretched out his arms, and shouted: "You are not allowed to bully him."

At the same time, a huge fire starry sky appeared in the void behind Xu Yang. In the fire starry sky, countless fire stars were singing, and a flame bird with a thin neck and a long tail spread its wings and soared into the sky.

Howl--

A divine bird cried across the starry sky, singing the song of fire war.

Dao Realm-Da Ming Suzaku!

Xu Yang's body performance was forcibly improved again, breaking through the bottleneck limit, and directly came to the first level of Tianjie Realm.

In terms of temperament, Xu Yang will never lose to anyone with the responsibility on his shoulders.

The monk Jin Yu, who was hiding not far behind Xu Yang, looked at Xu Yang's back and couldn't help but smile and whispered: "Friend."

Friend, just two simple words, but the weight is heavy.

And at this moment, in the eyes of the monk Jin Yu, Xu Yang was taller than the stars in the sky.

The purple mask on the opposite side pointed at Xu Yang and said: "You little guy, you can control the power of the black demon dragon and the power of the Suzaku Dao Realm at the same time. Logically speaking, you should be a demon cultivator from the southern region. But why is there a faint fluctuation of the Yuanmo blood in your power body fluctuations. Don't say there is no, because there is some resonance between the Yuanmo blood. Although the grades of the Yuanmo blood are different and there are many kinds, I am sure that the Yuanmo blood in your body is not lower than mine. Tell me! What is your origin?"

Xu Yang decisively responded loudly: "Xu Yang from the Heavenly Ghost Sect."

The purple mask was a little suspicious: "How can a disciple of the Heavenly Ghost Sect have Yuanmo blood?"

Hmph!

Xu Yang snorted coldly and did not explain.

"So this body of yours is a demon cultivator from the Western Regions." Xu Yang's eyes shone, "I'm telling you, this guy, I, Xu Xiaoxian, hate demon cultivators the most!"

Xu Yang clenched his fists and raised them high. On the surface of his fists, a pair of red fire wings appeared.

"Boxing Technique - Fire Wing Demon Dragon Cannon!"

Fist out! Dragon roar!

A fist fire suddenly spread a thousand feet, black lightning and red fire, a double-winged demon dragon, blasting open the black wilderness of the day.

Just as Xu Yang made his move, the purple mask on the opposite side roared: "Kill!"

The enraged purple mask also clenched his fists, then raised them high, and purple demonic energy rolled on the surface of his fists.

"Boxing Technique - Yuan Demon Leopard King!"

Fist out! Yuan Demon Leopard Beast roared!

A purple fist wind rolled a thousand feet, and in the purple wind, a hundred-foot purple leopard pounced out, its claws and teeth trying to tear through the void.

The next moment, the power of both sides' moves collided in a place in the void.

For a moment, the black dragon roared, the purple leopard howled, the black fire swelled the sky, and the purple wind destroyed the world.

The exploding wind and fire swept across the dark yellow for hundreds of miles.