All the attention, the appearance of the monk immediately became the focus, especially after learning that he was the descendant of Qinglian Patriarch, there was even more hope in his heart. When Qinglian Patriarch was at its peak, not to mention in this Western Region, Even in the entire Shengyuan Continent, it is a resounding existence, second only to the supreme Buddha who is the most holy in the world, and that is the real nemesis of the Demon Race.
Samba has been clamoring for too long here, and many people have noticed it. This is a great blow to the dignity and face of the human race, and the morale has been hit almost to the point of disappearance.
If there is no one from the Human Race to fight, the Demon Race can use this morale blow to launch the second round of attack. It is almost conceivable that if the Demon Race launches the second round of attack at this time, the Human Race will inevitably suffer heavy losses.
The appearance of the monk, not to mention whether he can kill Samba, at least let the people breathe a sigh of relief, see a glimmer of hope, and think that Buddhism is still talented.
The cold wind blew, Samba stopped clamoring, and stared at the monk opposite without blinking. The sneer at the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, and the killing intent in his eyes shot out. It is the monk who hates it. In history, the heavy damage caused by Buddhism to the demons is unimaginable.
If the demons were allowed to capture the Daleiyin Temple, not even a single Buddhist would want to live, and they would all die miserably.
"What a little monk, I didn't expect you Buddhists to have a genius like you, but your appearance will not change the situation. Although Buddhists can restrain my demons, my great curse is not something you can restrain, unless yours The Great Compassion Mantra exists, but unfortunately it is impossible."
Samba said.
"Even without the Great Compassion Mantra, I can still kill you."
The monk's tone is also extremely arrogant. He is now full of Buddhist uprightness, coupled with the fact that his cultivation base has just been promoted to the sixth-level great sage, it is just when the arrogance is soaring, how can he be afraid of a samba.
"Really? Then let me see what means you have, Unparalleled Magic Wheel."
Samba immediately moved as he spoke. His whole body was covered with transpiring demonic flames, and he knocked out the huge, unparalleled magic wheel once again. The huge magic wheel was like a devil's face, cold to the point of Without a trace of emotion, he slammed down towards the monk.
"Bah!"
The monk snorted softly, his eyes turned golden, like two scorching suns, the Buddha's light rising from the sky carried a mysterious Sanskrit. At this moment, the monk seemed to be the incarnation of the Buddha, alone in the world.
Boom…
The monk printed the seal of King Fudoming, and the huge seal was unfolded. King Fudoming's face was powerful and extraordinary, which made people admire and slammed into the unparalleled magic wheel.
The sky collapsed, this was the confrontation between the Buddha and the devil, the collision of the two great masters, this was the ultimate display of dual energy, and the void was smashed to pieces at once.
Ding Ding Deng…
Under the gazes of countless eyes, Samba was shaken back for the first time. He was shaken back several steps before he stabilized his body. On the other hand, the monk's mighty body stood still in the void, and his body was covered with With golden brilliance, as if the real Buddha was alive.
Seeing this scene in the eyes of countless human races, one by one cheered up for the first time.
"Okay, the descendant of Qinglian's ancestor is really extraordinary, and it actually shook this Samba back."
"It's amazing, I didn't expect such a powerful and talented person to appear in Buddhism, quite the style of the ancestor of Qinglian back then."
"Don't be too happy, that Samba hasn't cast that terrifying spell yet."
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Many people were excited. The monk covered Samba's edge as soon as he came up. This was a great stimulus for the morale of the human race. Many eminent monks in the Daleiyin Temple turned ugly. Knowing that Master Ran Feng has an apprentice, he did not expect to grow to this level.
The relationship between Daleiyin Temple and Qinglian Mountain has always been bad. Now that the monk has really grown up, if he wants to turn his head and take revenge, no one in the whole Daleiyin Temple is the opponent of this little monk.
"What a bald donkey, you really have two strokes. You are much stronger than those so-called geniuses in the Holy Yuan Palace, but that's it for now."
Samba was equally shocked, but he didn't care, because he was so confident in his big spell.
Samba's momentum began to change. He kept spitting out magic words from his mouth, and magic lines appeared all over his body. Those incantations turned into a black magic domain, which instantly covered the entire battlefield, and even the monks were shrouded in it. in.
"This is an authentic big spell, this person must have the highest bloodline of the demon race."
In the distance, Master Ran Feng had a worried look on his face. Although his current cultivation base is not very strong, his knowledge is extraordinary, and he can see the strength of Samba at a glance.
At this time, Han Yan, who was on the side, fell into a different mood. His black eyes stared at the demonic realm in front of him that had been transformed by the magic spell.
In terms of bloodline, Gu Tianmo is the highest ancient bloodline of the demon race. At this moment, Han Yan is using his noble bloodline to carefully observe this great spell. After Gu Tianmo's bloodline is fully opened, he can even clearly understand it. Hear the incomprehensible incantation from Samba's mouth.
The great magic spell has evolved into a demonic realm. This demonic realm is like an illusion. Those who fall into this illusion are destined to be swallowed by Samba.
Samba turned into an unparalleled troll, staring at the monk with terrifying eyes, and he uttered a wave of magic: "Soul Eater!"
Just listening to the humming sound, the invisible waves are like a rippling snake, drilling into the depths of the monk's soul.
The monk's expression was shocked, and he only felt a throbbing in the depths of his soul. Now he finally understands the horror of this great spell, and he knows how the two geniuses died tragically before. Under this situation, the other party will be absent for a short time and become a lamb to be slaughtered, almost certain to die.
However, the monk has a pure Buddha nature, and the ancestors of Qinglian combined with the relics of fairy spirits. Although they were also affected by the great spell, the impact was not very big, at least not like Nalan Yu and Gu Shuangtan. To be eaten alive.
"Do not move Ming Wang's seal."
"Do not move the seal of the Lion King."
"Do not move the seal of the Dharma King."
The monk hit the three supreme Buddhist seals in a row, and the three huge Buddhas evolved into their true bodies, guarding the monk firmly with the horns, and at the same time launching a powerful attack.
"What a monk, he can actually resist my great curse."
Samba was even more surprised. Since he cultivated the great spell, he has rarely met an opponent. Today, he came up to kill the two geniuses of Shengyuan Hall, but he was blocked by a monk now.
rumbling...
In the Demon Realm, continuous and powerful attacks continued to spread, and the void had been completely smashed into chaos.
Samba was surprised, and the monk was also surprised, because aside from the power of the Great Magic Curse, Samba himself was extremely tyrannical, and he was not comparable to ordinary geniuses.
"What a powerful monk, he can actually be indistinguishable from Samba. From this point of view, he is much stronger than the geniuses of the Holy Yuan Temple."
"Not necessarily, the monk is indeed very scary, but it is not necessarily better than us. He can fight against Samba because of his cultivation techniques. For a long time, Buddhism has always been the nemesis of the demons, but it seems that the monk wants to kill. That Samba is also unlikely."
"What he cast is the three supreme seals of my Buddhism. It has also disappeared for a long time. It seems that he has obtained the inheritance of Qinglian ancestors."
"Anyway, the monk was not killed by Samba, which is a boost to our morale."
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Many people are shocked by the strength of the monk, and not to compare the genius of the monk and the Shengyuan Temple, just from the monk's confrontation with the samba, this is indeed the genius of Buddhism for a hundred years.
In the other direction of the battlefield, on the edge of the interior of the void, three figures are also staring at the battlefield, two people and one dog, it is Jiang Chen, Da Huang, and Gu Zheng.
For the past few days, Jiang Chen has been retreating and practicing in the miniature space. He was found by Gu Zheng before, and he was going to meet this Samba for a while, but he saw that the monk was fighting with Samba.
"Damn, how fierce this guy is now, he is already a sixth-level great saint."
The big yellow dog couldn't help but say.
"This is normal. The monk got a big chance. If there is no current achievement, it is not normal."
There was a smile on the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth. The changes in the monk were completely in his expectation. In his opinion, after absorbing the relics that merged with fairy spirits, if there is no such achievement, it seems that the monk is somewhat disheartened.
"The little monk is indeed strong, and he deserves to be the descendant of the ancestor of Qinglian, but with this kind of battle going on, it seems impossible for the monk to kill Samba. He can fight with Samba. It's very good, if you really want to kill this demon genius, I'm afraid you still need to do it yourself."
Gu Zheng looked at Jiang Chen.
"The monk has just grown up and needs such training. Let him fight for a while. If it doesn't work, I will take action."
Jiang Chen said that this Samba is the top genius of the Demon Race. If the Ancestral Dragon Pagoda can absorb him, the fourth floor can be completely condensed, and even the fifth floor will take shape.
"Gu Chen, this Samba spell is too powerful, if it's you, are you sure?"
Gu Zheng asked, Gu Shuangtan and Nalan Yu were both dead, and Jiang Chen was still extremely worried about this terrifying madman.
"Don't worry, elder, I will definitely avenge Gu Shuangtan's revenge."
A cold light flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes. Although he and Gu Shuangtan didn't have any feelings, when he was building the tower, Gu Shuangtan also stood up for himself. Now that Gu Shuangtan is dead, he Naturally want to kill Samba for revenge.