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In the direction of the main hall, the statue of King Ming sitting on the ground was as bright as gold, and stood up from the altar little by little amidst the continuous sound of "click, click, click".

Dust mixed with stone powder and incense ash kept falling from his body, and his figure became taller and taller, almost touching the glazed cup above the hall.

Perhaps because Zhao Long returned King Ming's power, King Ming, who was sitting in the Buddhist sect who did not know where he was, was alarmed. At this moment, the incarnation of King Ming finally descended on this sculpted body.

"Boom..." "Boom..." "Boom..." "Boom..."...

Ming Wang sculpted his body with heavy footsteps, walked towards the outside of the hall, and slowly bent over the threshold.

The cassock that originally formed a part of the hard statue on his body gradually became soft at this moment, like a really huge piece of clothing. The more he walked, the clay sculpture of King Ming's incarnation became smaller and smaller, and it became more like an ancient golden Buddha .

At this moment, this ancient Buddha is more than two feet tall. Although it is still much smaller than Lu Shanjun's demon body, it is definitely a colossus. What is more important is that the Buddha's light wheel is shining behind him, surrounded by Buddha's voice and scriptures. The deputy treasure is the majestic and mighty aura of Buddhism.

Lu Shanjun stabilized his figure, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Long dissipating the power of King Ming from his body, and looked at the approaching ancient Buddha with a sneer.

"The incarnation of the Buddhist king?"

The ancient golden Buddha stepped over the courtyard wall and stood on the square. His eyes also swept across Zhao Long before looking at Lu Shanjun.

"Excellent, let me know my true and wonderful Dharma, practice infinite Zen!"

The ancient Buddha folded his hands together slowly, and at the next moment, without any extra words at all, he slapped his right palm suddenly, and the giant golden palm gathered the method of suppressing the mountain. In the eyes of Lu Shanjun, it seemed like a mountain was pressing down, and there was a sense of inescapability .

"Aww—"

Lu Shanjun roared sharply, and the demonic flames on his body burst out suddenly, as if an infinite fire was ignited, occupying half the square of the temple, and above the sharp claws, there was a black wind entwined with infinite demonic aura.

brush……

A huge claw light is wrapped in a gust of wind to meet it.

"Boom..."

There was thunder on the flat ground, King Ming's incarnation took a step back, and Lu Shanjun directly slid backwards with his limbs clawing at the ground, and the square of Daming Temple was dragged out of deep ravines all the way.

The voice of the ancient Buddha's mantra exploded.

"Om...well...well...ba...me...hum..."

Every time a word falls, there will be infinite golden light flashing, round after round of light rippling away, sweeping across the entire Daming Temple, several peaks of Xiaoliang Mountain, and at the same time, every time a mantra sounds, there will be a golden giant palm as if nothing happened. shoot down.

"Boom..." "Boom..." "Boom..." "Boom..." "Boom..." "Boom..."

After six blows, Lu Shanjun's huge monster body flew upside down and left the hill where Daming Temple is located, and hit the mountainside hundreds of feet away with a "bang".

On the mountain, trees were broken, and rocks collapsed. The loud noise was deafening, and the surrounding area was full of smoke and dust.

‘Just the incarnation of King Ming is so powerful? '

Lu Shanjun was startled, he had been injured a few times just now, and felt a dull pain in his bones. With his current cultivation base, some small problems would not have any effect at all, at most it would be a temporary pain, not It's a constant pain, so it's tricky to be sure that it's going to be tough all the time.

But this ancient Buddha is not as calm as it appears on the surface. At least there are several claw marks on the cassock on the chest, exposing the golden skin inside, and the skin is not perfect. Although the broken skin is very shallow, but The plaster of the statue inside is also exposed.

This made Lu Shanjun understand that although the golden ancient Buddha looks like a person now, it is not the real King Ming. It is still a clay sculpture in essence and can be broken.

The demonic aura on the mountainside became more and more intense, and the endless demonic flames repainted half of the sky, forming a virtual image of a strange beast, as if a huge monster was lying on several peaks opposite.

"Sitting on the Ming King Buddha, Zhao Long and I have already made an agreement. Today, I have cause and effect with him. This matter has nothing to do with Buddhism. And to pass on the power of King Ming. Did the eminent monks of Daming Temple ask Zhao Long about his wishes? This Sitting Earth Bright King Buddha, have you ever asked him about his own wishes?"

Lu Shanjun's roar resounded through the entire Xiaoliang Mountain, and the woodcutters far away in the middle of the mountain thought that a thunderstorm was coming.

The light wheel of the ancient Buddha was shining brightly, his eyes skipped over the phantoms of the demon flames above the peaks, swept to the mountainside in the distance, and looked directly at the monster itself.

Of the six palms just now, only the first two palms felt forceful, and the last four palms all hit the monster flame and the violent wind.

Moreover, the tiger body has long ears and sideburns, but it is not a god, but it has a majestic appearance, which seems reasonable and arrogant, and the sweeping of the tail behind it will bring up phantom shadows and it seems that there will be signs of multiple tails growing hair.

It is already a strange beast that has never been seen before. If it can really cultivate and produce multiple tails, I am afraid that it will become a peerless monster in the future. Slow consumption is not advisable, and it needs to be suppressed by thunder.

"The Dharma is boundless, the Dharma is boundless..."

The sound of the mighty Buddha sounded, the ancient Buddha closed his eyes, and one after another Buddha Dharma light wheels in the sky gathered downward, and the golden light on the ancient Buddha's body became more and more intense. Pieces of colorful light appeared from the sky, rendering the clouds in the sky into colorful colors, and Layers of clouds and gas also changed accordingly, forming the appearance of King Ming.

"The ambition of emptiness, seated on the earth, the king of enlightenment, summoned by the Dharma, not remembering all dharmas, is called meditation, knowing that the mind is empty, is called seeing the Buddha..."

The Buddha's voice did not sound slowly, but it seemed that there were multiple Buddha voices from the same voice, and endless Buddhist scriptures sounded in a short period of time.

The colorful clouds kept changing in the sound of the Buddha, and at the same time descended slowly, and finally turned into gold when they converged and approached the Daming Temple, and they actually converged towards the golden body of the ancient Buddha.

The original incarnation of King Ming rose again and became larger, while the body of the Buddha slowly sat down cross-legged at this moment, and at the same moment, the Buddha's light flourished.

Lu Shanjun's pressure increased greatly, and he felt that the avatar of King Ming in front of him continued to increase in momentum. If he felt that he was a formidable and difficult opponent just now, he felt that he was already a bit unattainable and unstoppable at this moment.

'This King Siddi Ming wants to kill me! ? '

Just when this idea came up, King Sitting Ming opened his eyes and yelled out loudly.

"You evildoer, in the future you will be a disaster for the world, and you will be ruined. You must not be left! Let me save you. Town...!"

Following the exit of the word "town", the ancient Buddha did not move at all, but Lu Shanjun suddenly felt the pressure on his limbs increased sharply, and he was in a state of being crushed.

But after the demon's body trembled, it was not directly crushed to the ground as the ancient Buddha wished, and a golden phantom of a mountain appeared on his body, which only made the demon's body tremble but could not be suppressed.

Lu Shanjun concentrated his muscles and bones, stretched his body and raised his head.

"An incarnation of King Ming, do you still think that you really have boundless Buddhism?"

With a roar, Lu Shanjun's monster body exploded, and he suddenly propped up the mountain on the top of his head and leaped away.

The ancient Buddha spoke again: "Mountain!"

The sound of the word "mountain" fell, and the phantom of the mountain seemed to turn into reality. The overwhelming pressure poured down, and the phantoms of the demon flames on several mountain peaks were shattered.

Although the ancient Buddha looks relaxed, he has actually used the strongest means available to this incarnation. Once the four mantras of "Suppressing the Mountain and Conquering Demons" are all heard, the power of the Ming King in this incarnation will be exhausted, but this Although the strange beasts and monsters are strong, King Zuodiming is sure to suppress them, at least he can seriously injure them and put them under a small amount of mountains, and then the monks of Daming Temple can also kill them.

"Aoohoo... Aoohoo..."

Lu Shanjun was furious, the most uncomfortable thing was that his demonic power was being suppressed when he was about to use it, and he couldn't use his full strength at all, it would be too aggrieved if it went on like this.

When I was planning to go all out.

brush ~ brush ~

Two yellow streamers with powdery brilliance flashed past Lu Shanjun.

The two golden-armored warriors manifested, rising from the ground and constantly expanding, much larger than the normal state of the golden-armored warriors used in the original plan. When the stature expanded to three feet in an instant, the two statues The wrestler raised his arms to the sky.

"Boom~" "Boom~"

There were two loud bangs one after another, and the wrestler supported the phantom of the mountain in the sky with four hands.

"Rumble rumble rumble..."

The entire Xiaoliang Mountain was trembling, and the arms and legs of the two golden-armored warriors were bent, but in the next few breaths, the yellow scarves on their bodies fluttered, and Lu Shanjun also gathered his strength to stand up again, and the golden-armored warriors also Then slowly stand up straight legs straight arms.

For a moment, the pressure on Lu Shanjun's body dropped sharply, and the monster power gushed out from his body, and more importantly, a strong sense of excitement rose in his heart.

Even if it was the first time I saw the Yellow Turban Warrior, how could Lu Shanjun, who had heard Hu Yun say it many times before, not recognize such an iconic general.

'The Golden Armored Warrior is the Dharma Protector God created by the teacher's spellcasting, and the teacher is nearby! '

On the square of Daming Temple, Sitting King Ming's gaze burst out, fixedly staring at Lu Shanjun in the distance and the two huge golden armored warriors beside him, then raised his gaze slightly, and saw a man in white shirt standing on the cloud and staring at him.

Without any words, after a few breaths, the voice of the ancient Buddha reappeared.

"drop!"

The Buddha's light raised the huge mountain from the void to the real, and pressed down on Lu Tiger and the two golden armored warriors. The ridge over there continued to crack, and the entire mountain was sinking or even collapsing.

"magic!"

The last mantra of the Buddha's voice fell, and the Buddha's light mountain manifested the color of mountains and rivers, as if turning the virtual into reality.

Just the same moment.

"Zheng..."

The sonorous and sharp sound of the sword overwhelmed all scriptures and roars for a brief moment, and a bright silver light also overwhelmed all demon flames and Buddha lights in a flash.

The green vine sword almost slashed with all its strength, and the sword light flashed across the mountain peak in an instant.

"Crack, click..."

A thin crack was torn from the bottom to the top of Zhenyao Mountain, and it was constantly expanding, and the continuous stream of Buddha light on it had also been cut off.

A yellow light flashed on the bodies of the two golden armor warriors.

"Drink~~~" "Drink~~~"

With rough and loud roars, the wrestlers each pushed the half of the mountain into the air, and then their right arms blurred and disappeared, reappearing with their fists touching the bottom of the mountain.

"Boom..." "Boom..."

Zhenyao Dashan had already been beheaded by the fairy sword, but at this moment it was smashed to pieces by two strong men.

woo... woo...

The infinite remnants of Buddha's light turned into shocks, sweeping around with a strong wind, and the trees in the mountains swayed and flew sand and stones. All the monks at Daming Temple lowered their bodies or turned their backs or covered their faces to block the raging wind and sand.

The palms of the ancient Buddha also bounced off the moment the mountain peak was shattered, and his body tilted slightly.

Ji Yuan stepped on the clouds and landed. Standing on the square of Daming Temple, he looked at the incomparably huge incarnation of King Ming from less than ten feet away. Looking at it with the eyes of Dharma, the clay sculpture on this ancient Buddha could no longer hold up.

After all, it was just waiting for the incarnation of King Ming to pour all the Dharma into that big mountain. It is better to destroy it than directly attack the ancient Buddha.

"Your Majesty Ming, don't you care about this matter?"

The ancient Buddha looked at the insignificant Mr. Baishan in front of him, and he looked like a mortal, but under the surface, he could also see the miraculousness that the dust was close to him and purified himself, and the breath flowed through him.

"Your Majesty is also a Taoist true cultivator. It's fine if you don't help these monsters stepping on my Buddhist temple and wanting to eat my monks. Why do you want to help him?"

Ji Yuan shook his head.

"You have your own ideas, and I have my reasons. Even Monk Jueming has his own choice. Lu Shanjun did offend him slightly, so I will apologize to King Ming on his behalf, but I still say the same thing. Don't worry about the matter."

Ji Yuan's voice paused, and then he spoke.

"Ming Wang is the supreme fruit of Buddhism. Today's right and wrong should be clear. There is no need for Ji to say more. The Buddha Dharma is boundless, and the Buddha Dharma is immeasurable. However, the incarnation of Ming Wang still cannot bear the immeasurable dharma. The incarnation still disperses Bar."

The ancient Buddha was silent for a moment, then folded his palms together again, and looked down at Ji Yuan while performing the Buddha ceremony.

"Your Majesty, the wonderful method is boundless, you are here, and I hope that the monks in Daming Temple will be safe."

Only then did Ji Yuan show a smile, and bowed his hands to King Ming who was sitting on the ground in return.

"Prince Ming rest in peace, even if I'm not around, the monks in Daming Temple will be fine."

The ancient Buddha glanced at the monster with a tiger body and human face showing surprise. It turned out that the monster had been enlightened.

"Good..."

The sound of vastness fell, and the ancient Buddha incarnation of King Sidiming couldn't hold it anymore. It began to lose its luster from the bottom, turned into a clay sculpture again, and began to collapse upwards little by little.