Chapter 200: Give Him a Taste of His Own Medicine

Chapter 200: Give back as you would have given him

Although the old monk's eyes were becoming more and more solemn.

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However, his emotions remained unchanged on the surface, and he just nodded and said, "All living beings suffer, and I feel heartbroken every time I think about it."

"And your disciple is also a living being!"

When saying this, the old monk lowered his eyebrows and squeezed out a few tears.

This acting skill, even if the movie emperor on Mercury came, he would not be inferior to him and would call him an expert.

As he said this, the old monk stood behind him with one hand and slowly pushed out with the other hand.

It was the magical power of the Buddha's palm.

In his three-inch palm, there were billions of solemn Buddha lands and vast galaxies.

In Yang Jian's eyes of heaven, he could clearly see that there were countless devout believers in billions of Buddha lands.

He was bowing towards the Luohan Temple in the center, his face was extremely fanatical.

"All people in the world suffer, and if their obsessions are not eliminated, I can't bear to see my disciples sinking into the sea of ​​suffering."

The old monk was acting for Ye Fan on the surface, because he had to seize the initiative.

The strongest magical power he had cultivated in his life was the Buddha's Palm World.

If he didn't take action in advance, he would have no chance after Ye Fan took action.

According to the old monk's cultivation, he could clearly see the fate of any living being.

Just like the lines in his palm, it was clear at a glance.

But the only thing that the old monk couldn't see through was the white-robed monk in front of him.

This can only mean one thing, that is, the cultivation of this white-robed monk is far superior to his.

It is precisely because of this that the old monk had to do this just now.

While showing off his acting skills, he can delay time and let him use this strongest magical power.

"Donor, have you realized it?"

After the Buddha's Palm World started to operate, the old monk was boiling with fighting spirit.

The previous mercy was swept away, and now his face looked a little ferocious.

With his great magical power of Buddha Palm World, even ordinary quasi-saints could not compete head-on.

Even if Ye Fan's cultivation was higher than his, he might not be able to block his palm.

In this case, what else does the old monk have to fear?

"Old dog, I'll help you!" The blood-haired man Minghe was furious and extremely angry.

Minghe had seen through the old monk's ugly face a long time ago.

Minghe came to the Western World just to collect some treasures for his master.

So as to honor his master Ye Fan.

But the old dog valued his qualifications, so he took the initiative to suppress him in his Buddha Palm World.

He said that he wanted to purify the demonic energy in his body, but in fact, he coveted his supreme physique.

"But you are so stupid!"

Ye Fan nodded, "You are both right and wrong, it's really disgusting."

As he said, Ye Fan also stretched out his palm and slowly opened it.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

A ray of light bloomed, creating ripples.

On his slender palm, chaos evolved, stars flowed, and the world was born.

As his palm slowly opened, a world appeared in his palm.

There were thousands of mountains and rivers, sunrises and sunsets, and billions of creatures.

There were flowers blooming in four seasons and scenes of long spring in eight festivals.

There were also the whispers of Jialan, the Buddha of Luohan, and countless creatures chanting Buddhist scriptures.

It was the Buddha's palm world.

In just a moment, Ye Fan's hand appeared in the same palm world as the old monk's.

And it was more glorious and vast than the latter's palm world.

Because Ye Fan's move was too sudden, the old monk was not prepared at all.

"This is"

The old monk was extremely moved, and he immediately recognized that the world in Ye Fan's palm was the Buddha's palm world he had practiced all his life.

And it was more dazzling than his palm world.

He could even see that there was a temple in the palm world.

It was the Luohan Temple.

At this moment, the old monk was extremely shocked.

His mouth opened wide, enough to fit an egg.

Even his eyeballs popped out.

Silently, the young man in white in front of him took away his palm world.

The foundation of the entire Luohan Temple.

In a flash, the entire Luohan Temple was reduced to a three-inch space. Even he was horrified by this power.

This, this is such a terrifying existence!

"Master"

Next to him, the blood-haired man Minghe saw Master Ye Fan perform this move, and his face showed a surprised expression.

He knew that his master had many means and a deep foundation.

Various magical skills and spells were endless.

But isn't this Buddha Palm World a great magical power exclusive to the Buddhist sect in the Western Regions?

If it weren't for the lifelong contemplation and painstaking efforts, it would not be possible to cultivate to this level.

The blood-haired man Minghe was suppressed by the old monk in the Buddha Palm World.

So, he has a deep understanding of this magical power.

Then, now his master has used it.

However, what the old monk and Minghe could not have imagined is that Ye Fan, who has the system, can obtain magical powers in countless planes.

It is not just this world.

Just like the Buddha Palm World that Ye Fan is using now, it is the signature skill of the Great Sun Tathagata in the Primordial World.

It is not comparable to the low-profile version of the palm world that the old monk has used.

You should know that Mahavairocana is a saint.

"Since you used this Buddha Palm World on my disciple, I will return the favor."

While saying this, Ye Fan pushed forward with one hand.

The next moment, endless Buddha light flashed, the magic power was vast, and the Zen sound was lingering.

The golden light enveloped the old monk and pulled him into the Buddha Palm World.

No matter how the old monk resisted, he was eventually taken into Ye Fan's Buddha Palm World.

"If you can escape from my palm world, then what's wrong with me bypassing you?"

Ye Fan said calmly, and after suppressing the old monk into the Buddha Palm World, he put away his palm.

"Master!"

This sudden change made all the monks in Luohan Temple unable to react.

They would never have thought that their abbot would be suppressed by the demon master in just a face-to-face encounter?

What a terrifying existence is this?

The blood-haired man Minghe was not something they could deal with, and now there is another demon master.

For now, the only option left is to run away.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.

As the old monk was suppressed by Ye Fan, the remaining monks in the Luohan Temple fled in all directions.

"Where are you running, bald donkey? Take my stick!"

Seeing that the monks were about to run, Sun Wukong rushed over with his golden hoop.

Beside him, Erlang Shen Yang Jian also played a gun flower, "I am Yang Jian, and I will destroy your Buddhist sect today!"

I am Sun, Yang Jian?

Just as Sun Wukong and the other two were about to rush up to root out the weeds.

The blood-haired man Minghe on the side suddenly said, "Sun Wukong, the horse keeper, and the demoted judicial god Yang Jian?"

Hearing Minghe's words, Sun Wukong and Yang Jian both had black lines on their faces.

Ye Fan was also galloping like a thousand grass mud horses, and this old five was still as outspoken as before.