Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 106 Nine Thunder Seals and Tathagata Palm

John stood in the center of the venue, and everyone in the Buddhist sect talked about it.

Why is there a foreigner here?

But although it was strange, they did not look at people of color through colored glasses like Jiang Sui.

When John posed, everyone in the venue focused their attention.

The tall bronze-skinned monk made a Buddhist salute: "Amitabha, are you ready?"

John nodded, and the monk was covered in golden light, and a lifelike golden tiger appeared on his left arm.

"Vajra Subduing Tiger Fist!"

He raised his fist and hit John with all his might.

John's eyes were determined, and he pinched the seal with his hand, and the three talismans floated in front of him, burning by themselves.

"First layer, lead thunder!"

Following the order, in an instant, the situation between the heaven and the earth changed, and the wind swept through.

A quack sorcerer can actually trigger the vision of heaven and earth, this abnormal situation is beyond everyone's expectation.

On the viewing platform, although most of the people knew only a little about the mystery, they could still see the origin of this spell——

The supreme lightning method of Tianshi Mansion - Nine Layers of Thunder Seal.

Use talismans to connect the nine thunder marks left by Zhang Daoling, the patriarch of Zhengyi, on the Jiuchongtian, and no matter where you are, you can send thunder and punishment.

With each additional layer of the nine-fold thunder seal, the power of the thunder that descends from the thunder seal will increase several times. It is said that the power of the nine-fold thunder seal is no less powerful than that of Heavenly Tribulation.

"To teach this kind of secret technique that can induce visions to foreigners." A monk sighed.

The old heavenly master heard it, but was unmoved.

Ci'en chuckled: "Old Heavenly Master is really kind."

"What tolerance do you have?" The old heavenly master shook his head: "As long as you believe in the Taoist ancestor, everyone in the world can be a member of the Taoist sect, and the times have changed long ago."

Ci'en didn't comment, and looked at the venue again.

I saw that the monk who used the Vajra Fuhu Fist had not yet reached John's face, as if he had been immobilized, keeping his funny movements and being unable to move.

A purple thunder came from the sky and struck the monk directly.

In the blink of an eye, all the visions disappeared, and the monk was completely blackened, lost consciousness, and fell on the ring.

John saluted humbly, then held his head high and his chest high, his voice was not loud but reached everyone's ears very clearly.

"next."

After a moment of silence, the Taoist priests in the venue burst into cheers.

Previously, even the Ninth Rank could see that the Buddhism was clearly superior. Even if the Taoism could defeat the Buddhism, it was after a fierce battle. At this time, John's one move to defeat the enemy was undoubtedly a great encouragement to them.

Jiang Xi narrowed his eyes and looked at John, very interested in the technique he just used.

If I learn from him and join the Seven Star Sword Formation, wouldn't it be like slashing seven times at the same time, with sparks and lightning all the way?

He dragged a disciple of the Heavenly Master's Mansion who was lame and was cultivating, and asked what kind of spell it was.

At this time, Jiang Xi had established in everyone's hearts the profound power from the closed disciples of the old Tianshi. Although everyone wondered why the Tianshi's mansion had never been good at swordsmanship, why did they start a new business, but because of their seniority, they dared not talk too much. After giving an order, even though his legs were in severe pain, the little Taoist still rushed over.

But his ignorance finally made the little Taoist couldn't help asking: "Master, uncle, you really don't know what kind of magic is that?"

"Nonsense, I'm here to practice swords, and I don't know anything about techniques." Jiang Xi said confidently.

"That's the supreme secretary of our school, the Nine Layers of Thunder Seal. Although we don't know the details, you should be able to recognize it." The little Taoist blinked.

"Nine Layers of Thunder Seal." Jiang Xi stopped talking to the little Taoist priest, turned to look at John, and rubbed his hands together: "Sounds like a good thing."

In the venue, after the people from the Buddhist sect carried the tall bronze-skinned monk down, several people came up one after another.

But without exception, none of them survived John's Nine Thunder Seals.

John was like a god of war, he didn't care about the consumption of spiritual power and Dao Qi, and frantically threw Wang Zang.

Every time he used Thunder Seal, he would gain cheers and a victory, but at the same time, he would also be weaker.

On the viewing platform, Ci'en saw the clues, and seemed to be talking to herself: "This child seems to be paving the way for someone?"

The old master looked stern, and was not as happy about John's victories as everyone else.

Because he knew that Ci En's hole card had not yet been played.

Finally, John had used the secret technique many times, and he was obviously exhausted.

He was dizzy, but he just held on and didn't fall.

In his blurred vision, a pair of monk shoes appeared.

He looked up and found that the opposite was a young monk who was as delicate as a porcelain doll.

But at the age of sixteen or seventeen, she was two heads shorter than herself.

John's brain was hurting at the moment, and his ability to think had weakened a lot, and he even thought that there was no one from Buddhism.

"I won't keep my hand." He forced himself to support himself, and while speaking, he wanted to stir up the thunder.

But he hadn't finished pinching the formula yet, but he saw the little monk stretch out his hand slowly, with the palm facing down, and the five fingers drooping loosely.

John was a little puzzled, but his hand didn't slow down the speed of sealing.

But for some reason, he seemed to feel that the atmosphere around him became a little weird.

The Taoist audience seemed to be shouting something.

But he couldn't hear it at all.

Because from the moment the little monk raised his hand, everything around him seemed to freeze.

Everything in the field of vision is gradually fading, and his whole figure seems to be soaked in the deep sea.

Endless pressure, endless suffocation, endless... dead silence.

John didn't seem to have recovered. He looked at the little monk in a daze, only to find that the little monk, who was two heads shorter than himself just now, had become extremely tall at some point.

He looked down at himself, his eyes were devoid of emotion, full of indifference.

It's as lofty as that god, which makes people dare not look directly at it.

Wanting to see his face clearly, John tried his best to raise his head, and then, he was horrified to find that a big golden hand covered the entire sky above his head.

Cover the sky with one hand!

boom!
The big golden hand clapped it, and except for the place where the little monk was standing, all the surrounding land sank a little.

"Little monk Xueyuan, I won't hold back either."

But John couldn't hear him anymore, he was pressed to the ground, and he was unconscious.

From when Xueyuan raised her hand to when the big golden hand fell, it was actually only a moment.

But in John's perception, it was extended countless times!
There was an uproar in the Buddhist sect, even they didn't know that there were such fierce people in the Buddhist sect.

As for the Daoists, they were even more frightened and unbelievable.

This fucking is a sixth grade? !
But as the shock faded, they couldn't help but start to worry, John fell down, didn't the Taoist sect lose?
The old heavenly master's gaze was also a little dignified at this time, and he muttered to himself: "Tathagata palm?"

At this moment, Ci'en was smiling, and no longer hid it: "The palm of the Tathagata is different from the Nine Layers of Thunder Seal. It is not only a magic technique, but also a comprehension of the laws of the world. Only a master of heaven and earth cannot have both a god and form, but Xueyuan is an exception."

The old celestial master suddenly realized, and asked lightly: "How many lives?"

Ci En caressed her palms and said, "Ten generations."

"Ten generations. No wonder." The old heavenly master sighed.

When the venue was silent in the aftermath of Xueyuan's Tathagata palm, Xueyuan shouted angrily:
"Jiang Xi, why don't you come out and die?!"

The few Taoist priests who were still able to move carried John back at this time. After settling down, they looked around and saw Jiang Xi who was about to flee the scene. The lame little Taoist shouted: "Master, he is calling you."

Jiang Xi, who had already reached the edge of the exit, stopped in his tracks, turned his head and glared at the ignorant guy: "I heard, can't you go to the bathroom?"

Surrounded by all the Taoist priests, Jiang Chuan came to the center of the venue.

The Taoist masters on the viewing platform were a little worried, after all, this was their last hope.

The Taoist priests in the stands below looked at each other.

who is thisI haven't seen it.

Some sharp-eyed people recognized that he had just appeared on the viewing platform, and they all speculated whether this was the disciple of some big boss, a secret weapon, and hope was rekindled in their hearts.

And Jiang Xi also lived up to expectations, the first sentence was to ask: "Then what, I am different from that buddy just now, I will keep my hand, so can you also keep your hand?"

"Beautiful idea! The villain will die!"

　Thanks to the boss for the rewards of the wind and dust bar, the boss is generous, the boss is in good health, and I have been unwell for the past two days. When I recover, I will definitely add more!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)