C386 Great sun tathagata

As he spoke, the King's Sword appeared in Chen Yuyang's hand. He was dressed in all nine dragon robes, with a purple gold crown on his head, and a body of the Demon Clan Emperor filled with righteous aura, as if Di Jun had reappeared. This change caused everyone's mind to be in a daze.

Seeing Chen Yuyang's attire and seeing his appearance, everyone would think of the Zhi Zun of the Spirit Demon Realm, the Emperor of Di Jun.

Xuanyuan Gang raised the Xuanyuan Sword and said to Chen Yuyang, "You, who exactly are you, and who is the Ancient Emperor, Di Jun?"

Chen Yuyang laughed, his long hair fluttering in the wind as his entire body soared into the sky. Under the nurturing of the sunlight, a gigantic Three-Legged Golden Bird emerged from the shadows on the green stones of Shaolin Temple.

"Three-legged Golden Crow, it's actually a Three-legged Golden Crow!"

Chen Yuyang laughed: "Xuanyuan Gang, consider yourself knowledgeable. I am the last Three-legged Golden Crow in this desolate world, some call me Dao Lord Lu Pang, and others call me Tathagata! Hahaha!" You juniors? Who would have thought that even after ten lifetimes of reincarnation, I would not recognize it! Die! "

"This, this …"

Everyone could not believe that it was real. The last Golden Crow in the world, it actually appeared on the earth, this was too shocking. Legend has it that ever since the destruction of the Demon Clan and the Heavenly Court, the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow has been studying under the tutelage of the Nuwa Saint, and was taken in as his disciple. This … this … he actually appeared here today? They didn't dare to imagine this.

The appearance of the Golden Crow's true body was like a ball of sun, and under the light and flames, the entire Shaolin Temple looked like a huge stove. Now, everyone was regretting it and should not provoke this guy, but regretting it was useless.

From below, Xuan Ci hurriedly shouted, "Calm down, calm down! Little Benefactor, calm down!"

He could only use the Xuanyuan Sword, to see if he could block one or two of them. However, the Xuanyuan Sword was after all not an Ancient Divine Weapon, and the King's Sword was birthed from primordial energy. Adding the Nine Dragon Robe on top of that, all of these mortal artifacts were unable to hurt Chen Yuyang at all.

Chen Yuyang's body expanded even more, like a small sun. The enormous Xuanyuan Sword continuously resisted the purple sword beams and purple flames that radiated from Chen Yuyang's body, but the flames were close together and gave him a lot of pressure. After this battle, the damage to his dao heart was already certain.

The Great Monk of Mount Putuo dragged his purple lotus and said, "Brothers and sisters, how long is it before you all show yourselves!"

Suddenly, a golden halo appeared in the sky as sounds of beating drums could be heard. The Mount Potala branch was different from Shaolin; Shaolin was the ancestor of the Damascus Sect and paid more attention to martial arts. Shaolin's seventy-two ultimate skills, all of it could only be displayed when one was a martial cultivator, only when he had reached the Jindan Stage.

However, Mount Potala's path was that of the Guanyin lineage. Their magic power was exceptional, and they were able to summon the true bodies of 18 Arhats. Relying on his own hard work, he instantly awakened the eighteen arhats. In the sky, the eighteen arhats all flashed with golden light, surrounding Chen Yuyang inside.

These fellows even wanted to show off their mannerisms and said, "Subduing Dragon, Subduing Tiger!"

The golden dragon let out a long roar and dragon's roar, causing Chen Yuyang's purple sword to return back to him. Chen Yuyang laughed coldly: "Li Xiuye, do you also want to become enemies with me?"

However, the arhat did not seem to have any thoughts, it was just a dead object, and was simply unable to understand Chen Yuyang's words. It only continued to come from the Gold Dragon, wanting to attack Chen Yuyang once more. The eighteen arhats lined up, their cassocks dancing, golden light flashing everywhere, the Dragon Subduing Tiger even more so revealed the Arhat Golden Body.

The huge golden word fell from the sky, about to collide with Chen Yuyang's body.

Chen Yuyang was enraged, flames ignited from his entire body, causing red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, cyan, blue and purple to instantly erupt.

Seven beams of light struck directly on the body of the eighteen arhats. The eighteen arhats hurriedly took off their robes and formed a golden net, blocking the flames.

Underneath the Shaolin Temple, not even Young Master Lin Xuanlian or Wudang Deadwood had ever seen such a battle before. Cold sweat began to pour from their heads. Arcanum said, "Fellow Daoist Deadwood, what should we do now? The thousand year old temple of the Shaolin can't be reduced to dust in this old monk's hands. I ask for your help, fellow Daoist Deadwood!"

Deadwood said, "Brother Buddha, please say how I help you!"

Xuan Ci waved her hand and said to the young monk below her, "Gather all the monks in the temple to the meditation room and have them recite the scripture!"

"Yes!"

As he came back to his senses, Xuan Zhi said, "Dao Friend Deadwood, please take your disciple to the meditation room and let them calm down. I hope that our will is able to protect the Shaolin lineage!"

"How dare you disobey!" As Xuan Ci and Deadwood left just like that, they all headed towards the Shaolin Temple. Within the hall, there were no less than a thousand monks and dozens of Taoists silently chanting something. The [Mantra Vajra Mantra] quickly turned into golden colored characters that poured out of the meditation room.

"The Dao can be used, the Dao can be used, the name can be used, the name can be used!" The moral scriptures began to flood in all directions.

The scriptures of Taoism and Buddhism began to slowly intersect in the air above Shaolin Temple, forming a huge golden net that covered the entire Shaolin Temple. At the same time, at the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, inside the Damocles Cave, a buddhist chant was released one after another, giving birth to a bizarre essay.

Chen Yuyang who was floating in the air began to stand with his hands behind his back, the nine dragon robes on his body continuously released golden light, the aura around his body became stronger and stronger, the entire Shaolin Temple could feel the pressure, with its eyes squinted, it quietly listened to the reverberating Buddhist chanting, its mind was extremely calm, as though it was not fighting at all.

The continuous onslaught of various powers was blocked by the Nine Dragon Robe on his body. Under the Nine Dragon Robe, there was no one who could stand a chance against him. No matter if it's the eighteen Arhats, the Xuanyuan Sword, or the five elders of Karakorum, none of them are able to take a step closer to each other. Suddenly, Chen Yuyang laughed and laughed loudly, "You youngsters, simply too embarrassing.

Kou Zhentian angrily said, "Evil creature, stop being so arrogant and watch my methods!"

As he spoke, he continued to attack Kunlun's sword formation under his command. However, it seemed like there was an itch in the air and it had no effect.

Xuanyuan Gang was also enraged. A Xuanyuan Gong Sword was glowing with a golden light as he thought about Chen Yuyang stabbing forward, but before it could even get close to him, Xuanyuan Gang was struck down onto the ground with a loud bang. It was extremely awkward. If even a magical equipment was knocked down, what face would there be?

The rumbling thunder continued, and the golden words of the Sanskrit continued to converge in the sky. Chen Yuyang's eyes were still squinted, he felt his surroundings, with his current level, he was already at the early stage of quasi-Saint realm.

Even if they stood there without moving, they wouldn't be able to do anything to themselves. But from beginning to end, he felt familiar voices calling him, as if he was at the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. He didn't know where to go, but who was that familiar voice and Sanskrit Scripture? Why?

Chen Yuyang unconsciously began to mutter to himself. It was a scripture.

Chen Yuyang remained unmoved even when the violent storm of attacks continued. After a long while, he opened his eyes once more and two golden lights flashed. He had a faint smile on his face: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is! "Hahahaha!"

As he said this, he stroked his sleeves and disappeared into the air. On the ground of the Shaolin Temple, only five golden grains of sand were left. His voice echoed in everyone's ears, "Hahaha, I won't play with you guys anymore. If you still want to make things difficult for me, then watch the five Karakorum elders. That's what will happen to you. See you later!"

Outside, in the stone pavilion, Chen Yuyang stood silently with his hands behind his back. His eyes quietly stared at the two lines of words written on top of the stone pavilion, as though he was looking at his own heart, and doing nothing at all.

The powerful writing and the chanting of the Buddhist mantras confused him. After staring blankly for a long time, he slowly walked towards the Damocles Cave. The Damocles Cave was not big, and was said to be the place where Chao Duo went into seclusion. Patriarch Damocles went into seclusion for nine years, and his shadow was still deeply engraved into the wall.

At this time, this shadow carried a faint luster, and in front of this shadow was a limestone rock. Chen Yuyang sat cross-legged on it, silently chanting some strange buddhist arts, but no one knew what he was doing. When Xuan Ci of the Shaolin Temple and Xuanyuan Gang arrived at the back mountain, Chen Yuyang had already been sitting there for a long time.

On this face wall stone, there were also several couplets engraved by the later generations. The face wall was filled with dao strength for ten years, crossing a river to recharge the heart. A reed across the river to the source of six ancestors, nine years of face wall enlightenment three times. There were still many couplets left. Chen Yuyang recalled the grace of his predecessors and realized that his state of mind was now clear.

Hmph!" Outside, Xuanyuan Gang disdained, coldly snorting. However, his injuries were affected and he spat out a mouthful of blood as he fought with Chen Yuyang. His dao heart was severely damaged, "Bastard, could it be that a demon also wants to learn from Patriarch Damocles and comprehend the Dao in seclusion? This is such a bastard!

But just as he took two steps forward, he was struck by a burst of golden light and his huge body fell onto the ground with a loud bang. His originally heavy injuries had become even more severe now, but he still did not give up and said: "Xuan Ci, how can you allow a demon to tarnish the Sacred Grounds!"

Xuan Ci, however, remained calm as she read aloud: "Amitabha, please calm your anger, Martial Uncle Kong, everyone in the world can take advantage of the Buddha's words. Now that little benefactor is able to calm his mind and stay within the Damascus cave, meditating on the Buddhist magic is a good thing. All Buddha is equal, so why must Martial Uncle persist in this? In fact, whether it is the Demonic Lord or the Buddha is equal, both can become Buddha. I wonder if this poor monk's words are correct?"

He was extremely angry, but he had nothing to say. He could only wave his robe in embarrassment and remained silent.

After fusing with Chen Yuyang's voice, it made people even more confused. The entire Shaolin Temple had already been illuminated by the buddhist light, and Shaolin the monk also seemed to have the same feelings as he spontaneously arrived at the outside of the Damascus cave, where he continued to chant buddhist chants.