"It seems that all the donors are already enchanted, and they have a deep demon nature. They can't turn their heads unless they are sent to the Buddha for purification." Xia Ping looked at the elite of the three major races with a look of compassion and compassion, "Don't worry, I will give you all. Everyone is liberated and is honored in the world of bliss. This is also my Buddha's compassion."
Boom~~
As soon as the voice fell, he took another palm, the Buddha's supernatural power, the compassionate palm.
But the power of this palm is more than ten times more horrible than before, because he operates the idol breathing method, and his body contains the power of the idol, just like the idol adding the body.
Then they performed the Great Compassionate Palm, the power of the two merged with each other, played a chemical role, and the power of the palm was increased terribly, which was completely incomparable before and now.
"Damn, this bald donkey dare to kill!"
The White Tiger Clan Hu Rong was taken aback, because the palm of his hand was clearly aimed at himself, slapped at him, the elites of the White Tiger clan, fierce and infinitely murderous.
They can feel the horror of this palm, the golden giant palm condenses dense Buddhist runes, combined together, like the same volume of Buddhist scriptures, containing supreme power.
This golden giant palm was crushed down, as if it was a blow of the Buddha, destroying the sky and the earth, suppressing the heavens, and it is impossible to defeat it.
But when they tried to evade, the breath of the golden palms suddenly filled the surrounding area, and the breath of Buddhism disappeared into the depths of their consciousness.
At this moment, their soul consciousness was immediately deprived. The whole body was warm, as if the soul had separated and entered the world of bliss. There was a vague voice in the depths of their minds: "Idiot, let go, let go, only let go, In order to be free from the sea of suffering, to be far away from worries, and to become a Buddha on the ground."
This is the sound of Buddhist scriptures, like Sanskrit sounds, or drums in the morning and evening, ding dong, permeating the soul.
"Yes, we have to let go."
"Achieving fame or fame is nothing but illusion."
"After a person dies, it is nothing but a cup of dust and a pair of bones. The past is full of clouds."
"Then what we are arguing about or grabbing, it's totally meaningless."
Many elites of the white tiger tribe feel that they are like a divine enlightenment, and they have received the guidance of the eminent monk, and they have realized that only by letting go of the obsessions in their hearts can they escape the sea of suffering and become a Buddha.
Under the package of this golden Buddhist atmosphere, they felt that their hearts had been enriched as never before, as if the missing piece in their hearts had been filled, and they had received endless satisfaction.
"Do not!"
Hu Rong's mental power is far superior to his peers. He also felt that he was about to sink in and ascend to the Paradise of Bliss. However, under the reminder of the life and death crisis of the cells in his body, he was suddenly awakened and escaped from the Buddha's luminosity.
But at this moment he realized that it was too late.
This palm blasted and killed, and the world in a radius of a hundred miles was shaking. Hundreds of thousands of resonances produced extremely strong destructive power, all bombarding this group of white tiger elites.
Boom!
The elites of the white tiger clan such as Hu Rong couldn't even scream, they were shocked into a mass of meat sauce in an instant.
"Oh my God, Hu Rong and them are all dead. They were slapped to death. They all became meat sauce."
"This is still a Buddhist disciple, or the Arhat tribe, how terrifying than the Shura tribe."
"Where is the monk, it is clearly the devil, more cruel than us."
"No, this bald donkey is too strong, run away, we are not opponents at all."
"Retreat, retreat immediately, don't smash with this bald donkey, don't make sacrifices."
Seeing all the elites of the White Tiger clan died tragically, the many elites of the vampire clan were so scared that their souls were dissipated, and their livers and gallbladders were torn apart, showing Xia Ping's terrifying combat power, which was unmatched.
They bullied the soft and feared that it would cost the hard work. If they see a strong person of this level, if they stay in place, they are waiting to die, and they all have the meaning of fleeing.
Especially Raj, he was the first one to slip away, causing bleeding to escape.
"How happy is life, and how painful is death, don't you be able to see through it? Death is not the end, but just the beginning. Let the poor monk give you a new life, and see you in the next life."
Xia Ping slammed down again with the palm of his hand, raising the power of the Great Compassionate Palm to its limit, covering thousands of miles, and the golden light was prosperous, like an Arhat descending, with a golden body of three thousand feet.
Boom~~
Raje and other elites of the vampires let out a scream. They hadn't walked a kilometer before they were shot by the golden palm, and terrifying power exploded frantically around them.
Even the terrible Buddha light penetrates the void, enters their bodies, corrodes the blood energy in these dark creatures, and is crazily evolving the evil aura in them.
In just one second, they disappeared into ashes, turning to ashes under the golden light.
Raj regrets that his intestines are all green at the moment. He is a noble of the blood-sucking race. He has endless potential. He is destined to become a powerful existence in the thunder tribulation realm. He is not willing to die here.
But no matter how unwilling he was, under this palm, he was turned into ashes and ceased to exist.
Even the ground was hit by a giant palm, and a five-finger pit with a diameter of more than ten kilometers suddenly appeared, and each finger was like a terrifying abyssal ravine.
The thousand-meter mountains that were hit by the slap were also like tofu, instantly squashed and shaken into powder.
"Devil, this bald donkey is the real devil."
"It's over, it's over, how can you provoke such a monk?"
"Why this bald donkey is so powerful, and it is in the Golden Core Realm, is not reasonable at all."
"He must have long since returned to the true realm, but he has hidden his true cultivation base, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger."
"It's extremely shameless, dead bald donkey, didn't you say that the monk doesn't slander? It's on him, there are lies everywhere."
"What should I do now, to fight or to escape?"
Many elite elephant tribes saw this scene and couldn't help but yelled, their faces turned pale with fright.
The white tiger and vampire elites, who were comparable to their elephant clan elites, were killed in two palms, and none of them could escape. This scene frightened him.
Especially seeing the monk Xia Ping, who clearly killed so many people, but still looked compassionate, as if this was not a murder, but to help the other party to liberate, and it made them shudder, feeling that they had encountered a great demon.
They could not wait to flee immediately, but seeing the fate of the vampire, they did not dare to move rashly.
"Wait when I remember, the monk Wu Wudi, isn't it the wanted criminal who killed the young master Nine-Headed Bird on Dragon Jupiter and was wanted by the Nine-Headed Bird King?"
Some elites of the elephant clan yelled, and finally remembered this incident. Combining with what happened now, seeing Xia Ping’s fierce might, there is no doubt that this was the martial artist who killed the young master of the nine-headed bird and was wanted by the nine-headed bird king. Invincible.
Suddenly, this group of elite elephant tribes became even more courageous. This guy is so cruel but famous. Even the young master Nine-Headed Bird dared to kill, and there was nothing he dared to do.