Chapter 138

The Tathagata Dharma body in the sky is just the true meaning of the palm technique of the tribute of the king of France. If you wave it, your opponent will fall into a dreamland. If you can't find it, it's just like waiting to die.

Lu Zhengkang's posture is calm, showing his body. There is a seal of Epiphyllum with a diameter of 100 li in the sky above his head. The petals turn, and a soft stone palm is gently protruded from it, but it is the statue of Xumi in the pure land pearl.

As soon as the stone palm comes out, the wind and thunder surge.

All the believers were afraid and worried when they saw the vision of the Tathagata. Now the Bodhisattva Luyuan shows a more magnificent scene, and everyone is excited. Some are screaming and jumping, some are silent and crying, some are shocked and lost their voice. The believers in the snow region have already begun to fall into the ground, and the original monks and common people kowtow and respect one after another.

Shaolin monks mingle in the crowd, and their eyes are filled with emotion. Is the Buddha who used to be invincible now? How time flies.

Mo Yun looks up at the sky, this kind of earth changing power, this is the strength of the peerless master? It's really fascinating.

The sword of chopping the Dragon at the waist is clanging, and the black jade sword hanging on the chest is jingling. It has a sense of defiant sword, but there is a breakthrough in the realm of Kendo!

Compared with Luyuan Bodhisattva, the true meaning of the Dharma King's martial arts is like dust. The sky Buddha is less than half the height of the stone palm, which is like a dream bubble.

The spirit of Gongbu was frustrated, and the palm strength was reduced by three points. Lu Zhengkang raised his palm, and a circle of barriers rose outside Xumi mountain. It was Tiewei mountain on the edge of the world, which resisted all the emptiness and turbulence, and protected the legitimate world.

The power of the Tathagata's palm is eliminated three feet away from the body of Lu Zhengkang. The wind stops and the dust settles.

The monks were terrified, and some of them in the back row had fled quietly.

Gongbu's nose overflowed with blood, but it was smashed. The true meaning of Wudao led to intracranial damage.

The Dharma king, who is facing his body, has already touched the ceiling of his own strength, and he can't see how much power the Buddha like man still has.

The strong sadness struck his chest, and the king looked around. Although the clan was big and there were many disciples, now it was like a mole ant's den. The mob was ready to collapse. There was no place for him to live in the world!

"Master No, Bodhisattva, can we see that we are both Buddhists and can we inherit the Vajra sect? "

Several Ming kings and the emperor knew that if they were defeated in this battle, they would die, but they planned to work hard. "What despondent words did the king of law say! Let's go up together and kill the monk who pretends to be a ghost! "

"Bold! Be presumptuous Gongbu turned back to drink and scold, then turned his head and looked at Lu Zhengkang eagerly and melancholy. "I beg the Bodhisattvas not to worry about them. I'm willing to make atonement with my own life. I only hope that the Bodhisattvas can continue to destroy the inheritance of our King Kong sect!"

At the end of his evil life, this villain was not crazy, but showed the spirit of a leader.

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "when you are dead, I will collect your soul and hide your Vajra sect skills in the pure land. Those who are predestined can learn them naturally."

"Thank you, Bodhisattva!" With that, Gongbu sat down on his knees, and a rosy cloud fell on him. His thin and scorched body was awe inspiring and solemn. He was burning all over, and his skin turned into light. When the rosy cloud disappeared, there was only a beach of Dharma clothes and twelve finger relics left.

"Nanwu is the master of Sakyamuni Buddha!" Fan monks chanted Buddhist names together to see off the king of Dharma. Now the former patriarch has made his own choice, and it's up to the rest to find their own way out.

Several Ming kings knelt down one after another and expressed their willingness to convert. They only asked the Bodhisattva to let them live.

Seven hundred lamas also fell down, and they were afraid to resist.

Looking at their fierce eyes, they have no repentance. These villains have their own evil philosophy. Their way can't be reversed, and Lu Zhengkang doesn't want to spend time on educating them. It's better to give them a death, the most just and fair death in the world. No one can escape.

Lu Zhengkang waved to the soul of the Gongbu, put it in the pure land pearl, and asked him to write down the Vajra sect.

After finishing this, he had a good time to ask the rest of the Gang: "ready, reincarnation?"

Several Ming kings looked at each other, and their blood crept into their eyes.

"Kill

Boom!

Jue second level, liushenwei sword!

The sky turned upside down, and six paths were born.

Absolutely second level, don't move the pestle!

Fury God, three sides and four arms!

Super level 3, Ruyi Baoshu pestle!

The Buddha Hall is in the sky!

Super three levels, Xumishan four God palm!

The four treasures are immeasurable!

Five kings of Ming Dynasty and six lords of Shang Zun all joined hands. In an instant, heaven and earth lost their voice.

Eleven peerless masters released and United their will to create a field with a radius of nearly 100 li.

People who witnessed this scene said that it was the most beautiful song in the snow.

Facing the blow, Lu Zhengkang naturally fell into the deepest illusion.……

On the ground are large pieces of gold and silver, glass, these pure treasures crisscross paving a pair of colorful Thangka.

The grand palaces, like mountains, stand on the horizon in the distance. They are far away from each other. On each palace, there is a pearl like the sun, which releases boundless light and dispels the darkness. There are countless figures in the open door, which vaguely float to the Sanskrit.

Looking up along the palace, the fragmented sky is like a piece of broken mirror. The infinite red dust is shown from the chaotic mirror like ocean wave light. There is a rotating six color wheel in the center of the sky, and the color light overflowing from the edge is blooming, just like folded paper stretching out, turning into the true color of the sky.

It is from this disk that the sky emerges.

Lu Zhengkang enjoyed the scene with a smile.

Here is quiet, only faint chanting.

The soft fragrance in the air makes people want to be drunk.

On the roadside, a good tree full of treasures extends its branches, and a trunk extends thousands of thin strips, as if the earth is stretching its blood to the sky, which is a natural beauty.

This is the same paradise as pure land, but it's just an illusion.

But it did bring a lot of inspiration to Lu Zhengkang.

At some time, the roulette of the sky seems to find outsiders who don't belong to this world. The six colors converge and turn into an evil eye. The boundless horror brilliance comes out from it, and the substantive eyes lock on Lu Zhengkang.

The roar of fury came from the palace on the horizon.

Countless hundred Zhang high kings of the three sides of the Ming Dynasty poured out. They held the magic pestle in their hands and were as powerful as crazy.

Lu Zhengkang, trapped in the siege, was not flustered.

As soon as he shrank, he turned into a white pearl and rose to the sky. Then he became more and more huge, surrounded by square cones and jagged rocks. It was a Xumi mountain!

The mountain seems to be able to expand endlessly, press down on the earth, and go up to the dome, which is really like a pillar of heaven.

Those Ming kings were torn up by the strong wind around the mountain, and the sharp peak of the mountain hit the zenith roulette. This beautiful dreamland was crushed by violence!

Lu Zhengkang is stepping on the void and overlooking the palace of King Kong sect.

The king of Ming and the lords were crushed by Xumishan's spirit and fell to the ground.

The rest of the lamas, like headless flies, fled to the sect, hoping to escape in the dark.

Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes.

The stone palm stretched out in the Epiphyllum method seal is turned over, the wrist is down, and the palm also shows a Xumi.

The upper edge is surging towards Xumi.

The mountain under the stone palm is more and more solid, while the Vajra peak in Kunlun Mountain and the King Kong Sect on it are more and more illusory.

Mortals look up to heaven, Bodhisattvas press God's palm.

The sky must fall, the earth must die.

This day goes down in history.

The huge Palmprint and the small golden square hill on the remains of King Kong sect were admired by countless warriors of later generations.