Sun God Champion

Chapter 93 Sanskrit Requiem Soul Song (seeking further reading and recommendation)
"Boom! Boom!"

Wuxin fought against Zen Master Dajue, every punch made a crisp sound like hitting a golden object.

Wuxin continuously switched positions, bombarding various acupuncture points of Zen Master Dajue.

It's like hitting an iron wall.

Still invalid.

"How about it?"

Lei Wujie asked beside him.

"it hurts!"

Wuxin shook his hand, grinned and replied.

"It's a pity that I don't have the Slaying Sword with me, or I'll lend you a few swords to try."

Lei Wujie said, feeling a little pity.

However, he is not worried.

With Tang Lian here, she must put away the Killing Sword.

"The Immortality of Vajra consumes a lot of internal energy. Dajue is getting old. If you delay it, you should be able to win."

Xiao Se suggested.

"No, the formation is still there, and the energy of the seven people is all on Dajue alone, so it won't be exhausted."

Wuxin shook her head, looking at the few people who closed their eyes and chanted sutras.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Xiao Se frowned and asked.

"The diamond that broke him is not broken."

Unintentionally speaking, people rushed up.

Punch after punch.

"It would be a good choice to break the surface with a point, and to wear the stone with a drop of water."

Yang An reminded him.

No matter how much effort you have, you can use force to overwhelm people.

Absolute power can break all martial arts.

Without this power, Wuxin can only walk the road of dripping water and wearing stones.

After Wuxin heard this, his eyes flashed, and he punched faster, and all of them hit the arm of Zen Master Dajue.

"Great Soul Searcher?"

Zen Master Dajue recognized Wuxin's kung fu and said.

Wuxin did not answer, but instead asked Zen Master Dajue:
"Dajue, do you know why my master became a demon?"

Zen Master Dajue remained silent and resisted with all his strength.

"I was driven into obsession by you false Buddhas!"

Unintentionally growling, the breath in his body soared.

The fist speed is faster.

Zen Master Dajue responded to all changes with the same invariance, and calmly dealt with Wuxin's boxing techniques.

If it continues, Wuxin will definitely lose.

Xiao Se and Lei Wujie watched nervously.

Yang An's spiritual sense also paid attention.

"The opportunity has come."

Following Yang An's words, a knife slipped from the sky.

It is Wang Rensun's broken air knife.

A knife smashed into the sky.

The knife cuts at Zen Master Dajue's Vajra Indestructibility.

Sensing the murderous intent, Zen Master Dajue punched Wuxin's arm backwards.

"Boom!"

Fists and knives collided.

Zen Master Dajue fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

After Wang Rensun took out the knife, his complexion was pale and old. He took the knife back and went down the mountain.

This knife has exhausted most of his vitality.

After Dajue vomited blood, the six Zen masters fell to the ground and passed out.

The formation is connected to the seven air machines, and the injuries are naturally distributed to the seven people.

Zen Master Dajue did not fall into a coma because of his profound gong power.

Zen Master Dajue was not reconciled to the fact that the Vajra Immortality was broken. The golden cassock flew up from his body and wrapped it around Wuxin.

He wants to use the Buddha power contained in the cassock to surround and kill Wuxin.

Seeing this, Wuxin didn't back down, instead rushed forward, muttering.

"Sanskrit Song of Requieming the Soul, the method of transforming gong, unintentionally wants to transform the cultivation base of Dajue."

Yang An heard Wuxin uttering Sanskrit sounds, looked at the kung fu in his hands, and the changes in Zen Master Dajue, and guessed the kung fu that Wuxin used.

After hearing this, Xiao Se's face changed drastically.

He has heard of this kung fu, and knows the effect of this kung fu.

"Chemical work?"

Lei Wujie looked puzzled.

"Look at the physical body of Zen Master Dajue."

Yang An reminded.

It was only then that Lei Wujie noticed that Zen Master Dajue was getting shorter and shorter, and his bronze-colored skin returned to fairness.

"What about unintentional cultivation?"

Lei Wujie asked nervously.

"His method of transforming kung fu is to use cultivation to transform cultivation, a method of harming others and benefiting oneself. Only fools can practice martial arts."

Yang An sneered.

After a while, all the bronze color on Zen Master Dajue's body faded away, and his originally tall figure returned to his old and thin appearance.

"Dajue, I have completely destroyed your cultivation base."

"I won't take away any of the thirty-two secret skills of the Buddhist Rakshasa Hall!"

Wuxin said, couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The method of transforming merit is not without cost.

After performing it unintentionally, not only was his skill exhausted, but he also suffered internal injuries.

"I really don't know why you want to practice this method of transforming gong that harms others and benefits yourself. People's Beiming Divine Art can also use other people's internal energy for your own use. Your kung fu is too useless."

Yang An came over and took out some snow ginseng nourishing viscera paste from his arms.

"Eat some, don't die, I still want to be tempted?"

Wuxin glanced at Yang An and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Why bother to lose this body power?"

Xiao Se supported Wuxin.

"If I don't get rid of this body power, these old Buddhist monks probably risk their lives not to let me go."

"Yang An, this is delicious, do you have any more?"

Wuxin noticed that the internal injuries in his body had healed quite a bit while speaking.

Yang An rolled his eyes.

"No, you're a Chinese cabbage!"

Yang An replied angrily.

He found out that Dao Wuxin was seriously injured, and he was afraid that this guy would die if he didn't pay attention.

"You can't do anything anymore, it seems that you have to give it to your heart demon."

Yang An said suddenly.

Wuxin also saw that the 'fisherman' did not appear last time, and guessed where the cat must be again.

"Don't worry, I will give you what I promised you."

Wuxin sat down.

Since Yang An made a move, he also saved himself from deepening his internal injuries.

"Brother, good. What a coincidence!"

Lei Wujie scratched his head subconsciously when he saw Tang Lian and Wu Chan coming.

"Junior brother, you have suffered."

Wuchan walked over and didn't do anything to Wuxin.

The two exchanged pleasantries.

After a while, several people got up and left.

Tang Lian and Wuchan, who originally wanted to catch Wuxin back, have put down their thoughts of magic and decided to escort Wuxin back to Hanshui Temple.

At this time, dozens of riders had already arrived at the foot of the mountain, all wrapped in black face scarves to hide their identities.

These people wanted to be fishermen last time, but unfortunately they didn't succeed.

Unintentionally captured Xiao Se and Lei Wujie, floated up, and broke the plans of these people.

"The monks of Jiulong Temple have failed."

A young man tore off the black face scarf, revealing a youthful face.

This person is the owner of the Wushuang sword box.

"It seems so."

The leader among them replied lightly.

It seemed that he had already guessed that the people of Jiulong Temple would fail, or that he stayed at the foot of the mountain to prevent the failure of Jiulong Temple.

If the people of Jiulong Temple fail, they will make another move.

"Such victory is invincible!"

The young man curled his lips and said.

This was different from what he had expected. Logically, he should have released the Wushuang sword box, defeated everyone, and brought Wuxin back to Wushuang City.

Now it seems that, on the contrary, it has been infamous.

This makes young people a little reconciled.

He really wanted to make a move in an upright manner.

"Junior Brother, you know the situation in Wushuang City, now is not the time to be righteous."

The leader emphasized his tone.

If possible, who wouldn't want to be a high-spirited young man?

On the mountain, Yang An and the others went down the mountain. After walking for a while, they noticed something strange down the mountain.

Yang An and the others also stopped.

Lei Wujie looked at the dozens of men in black riding in front of him, and said in confusion:

"Who are these people?"

"Did you forget the people from Wushuang City last time?"

Yang An reminded.

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