V2.Chapter 315

Zhu Gangli was the marshal of the Tianpeng in the past, and he also had 100,000 heavenly soldiers under his command. He was a fierce general who attacked the four directions of the heavenly court. Even he could say three difficult words in a row, which shows that the Jinshan Temple is stable and better than the grand gates of the world.

"Who told you to go to Jinshan Temple?"

Liu Hao rolled his eyes.

If the Great Han Dynasty existed, five tigers and nine dragons and generals would come out together, and a million troops would be thunderous. Within a day, there would be no suspense to push Jinshan Temple flat.

Right now Liu Hao is alone, so naturally he can't blindly act recklessly.

At that time, using the vacuum mahamudra to break the withered Buddha's ban on Wuzhi Mountain was a trick, and it was not feasible to forcibly break the thousands of Buddhist bans.

"It takes a lot of mana to break the restriction. If the old tortoise can't get out of the tortoise shell, it will be quite difficult..."

While Liu Hao was pondering, suddenly a loud noise came from his ears.

In the distance, the river tide is rolling and rolling, with a majestic momentum, like thunder and thunder, and like the Milky Way hanging upside down, hanging down nine days.

"Lingyun River is in high tide!"

"Run! Run! What are you doing in a daze!"

The people by the riverside exclaimed again and again, terrified for no reason.

In the face of such a majestic natural force, human power seems too small.

There is also a stunned young man who doesn't know what to do, standing on the embankment by the river and yelling, his expression shocked, but he is swept into the river by thousands of waves, leaving no bones.

The water of Lingyun River rushes to the east and merges into the East China Sea. Every time the tide ebbs and flows, there are tens of thousands of turbulent waves, which are magnificent and majestic.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Liu Hao's mind, and he thought to himself: "Jinshan Temple is hard to break, why not use the water of Lingyun River to attack by water?"

The seven masters under his command are extremely intelligent, planning secrets, and ghosts and gods are shocked. As the lord, Liu Hao has commanded millions of troops for dozens of years, so he naturally knows the tactics of military strategists.

Stepping up into the sky, standing in the middle of the clouds, you can see the surging river and the shocking waves, and the Jinshan Mountain is just in the downstream direction.

Among the thirty-six methods of Tiangang, there is a supernatural power that can move mountains and seas, which happens to come in handy today.

When Liu Hao thought about it, he did it. Immediately, he mobilized his mana, and with the supreme supernatural power of the thirty-six methods of Tiangang, he began to move the earth's veins, arouse the water of the Lingyun River, and impact the Jinshan Mountain.

The emperor's true strength was pushed to the extreme, Liu Hao stood in the void, like a bright sun across the sky, blooming with divine brilliance, a hand piercing the sky, moving the earth's veins, and then introducing the surging water of the Lingyun River into the mountains , Hui in Jinshan.

Flooded Jinshan Temple!

The water of the Lingyun River flows from the East China Sea, flowing continuously, rushing and roaring, and disappearing in Jinshan.

"That's okay?"

Zhu Gangli followed Liu Hao, watched him cast spells, was dumbfounded, and murmured: "My old pig is really convinced!"

He can also move mountains and seas in the thirty-six methods of Tiangang, but after all, his mana is not as profound as Liu Hao, and it is okay to move ordinary small mountains and rivers. If he wants to attract Lingyun River to flood Jinshan Temple, his mana will not allow it.

Jinshan Temple is at the top of a lonely peak, and it suffered a catastrophe, but it was safe for a while, but the Lingyun River was surging endlessly. After three days and three nights, the river had flooded between the temples, and the spiritual formation was washed away by the river. Most of it was destroyed, and the monks chanting scriptures in the temple became alert.

clang! clang! clang!

The ancient bell in Jinshan Temple chimed majestically.

The scriptures and meanings of the Buddhist scriptures are endless, and the Buddha's light hangs down from the sky, illuminating the world.

At this time, the sky suddenly split open, and a giant Buddha with a golden body emerged, and he stretched out a huge golden Buddha palm in his left hand, protruding from the gap in the sky, raising the Jinshan Temple by dozens of feet, turning the tide and helping the building For the future!

"Benefactor, stop."

The Sanskrit Zen sound oscillated from the void, as if it could penetrate people's hearts. The right palm of the giant golden Buddha struck three thousand feet horizontally, directly hitting Liu Hao's position.

The Buddha's giant palm tore apart the sky, the terrifying Buddha's power surged wildly, the vast expanse of raging waves turned pale, and all the mountains and rivers trembled.

"Buddhist supernatural powers are not for nothing...but your golden body and image are a little bit less interesting."

Facing the overwhelming pressure, Liu Hao's face remained calm, the Emperor's Dragon Eyes were functioning, and golden and purple glows flickered in his eyes.

The sharp eyes condensed into substance, like a peerless divine sword, piercing through the void, piercing the Buddha's palm.

That Buddha's palm had the meaning of covering the world, and it was unparalleled, but when Liu Hao's sword intent hit him, he was like a broken leather, and the golden Buddha's palm was pierced with two black holes!

Sword Qi Rolling Dragon!

Compared with the turbulent waters of the vast expanse of Lingyun River, the sword energy has the charm of listening to thunder in a silent place, and it shoots around the black hole in the Buddha's palm, twisting off the Buddha's right arm in an instant.

Liu Hao stepped up to the sky step by step, crushing the Buddha's light all over the sky, and the majestic true energy burst into the air, as strong as a real dragon roaring.

boom!

Facing the Baizhang golden Buddha statue, he threw his fist brazenly.

The dragon energy of the heavens surged, condensed on Liu Hao's fist, successively nine fist seals broke the void, tore the sky, and finally condensed into one fist seal, as strong as a sky-top god mountain, and crashed into the golden body of Buddha with Broken Arm.

Rumble!

The golden Buddha statue with a broken arm was punched, and the golden body shook violently. The Buddha's body was crushed by the domineering energy, and thousands of fine lines like spider silk began to crack.

The golden statue of the hundred-foot-high Buddha shattered in the air, shattered into powder, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

In the sky, only the mighty dragon's chant of nine punches returning to one echoed, overwhelming the passing Buddha's voice.

The Buddha's radiance dissipated, and the pressure immediately disappeared. Quicksand and Zhu Gangli were both agitated, thinking to themselves: This mother is too fierce!

At this time, the two of them could better understand Liu Hao's domineering will.

What one of the three religions!

What a golden Buddha!

You must submit to this domineering will of martial arts!

Rumble!

The torrential flood swept across the sky and hit the gate of Jinshan Temple.

The monk guarding the gate rubbed his eyes, and looked dumbfounded at the mighty stormy waves all around him.

"Amitabha! This...how is this possible!?"

The Jinshan Temple, which lives on the top of a lonely peak, was hit by a torrential flood one day. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it even if he was killed!

"It's flooding!"

"Amitabha, the disaster of destroying the world is right in front of you!"

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The monks chanting sutras in Jinshan Temple were also stunned. They looked at the overwhelming waves rushing in front of them.

It was like a ferocious blue beast opening its terrifying mouth, trying to swallow them up. ....