Plane: Apostle of the Secret Realm

Chapter 1169: One Palm for Another

Focus on the demon-slaying sword!

This is Xu Feng's only mental attack skill. The original skill level was not high, but after being integrated into the "Eternal Devouring Technique", the skill effect increased with the level of calamity. It has been transformed from the original three transparent heart swords. , transformed into three dark gold heart swords that are completely black, and their power is no longer weaker than any avenue-level spiritual attack skills.

Swish swish swish~

The three black gold heart swords flew out of the spiritual fortress and continued to cut towards the newly condensed transparent giant palm. Soon the giant palm was cut into pieces. With the three black gold heart swords, Xu Feng's spiritual giant in the sea of ​​consciousness As soon as the palm was condensed and formed, it was immediately chopped into pieces by the Xuanjin Heart Sword. After repeating this nine times in a row, the spiritual seeds that Monk Hai Jie shot into Xu Feng's sea of ​​consciousness were exhausted!

Xu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cautious expression on his face. He stared at Monk Haijie three meters away, took a breath and sighed in a low voice: "It's amazing, this palm of the master almost made me lose consciousness. Broken, irreparable!"

Regardless of whether you are a mortal or a monk, once the sea of ​​consciousness collapses, your self-awareness will also be annihilated. No matter how strong your body is, it is just a vegetative body that cannot move and can be slaughtered by others. Moreover, if your spiritual consciousness is damaged, even reincarnation will be affected. , if you are lucky, you will become a fool, if you are unlucky, you will not even be able to reincarnate;

This test of Monk Hai Jie did not explain in advance that it was mental harm, but it was indeed a bit insidious;

"The donor doesn't know something!" Monk Haijie felt a hint of murderous intent from Xu Feng, and quickly explained: "The donor wants to seize the buds of the Hongmeng tree, so he must go to the Sea of ​​Dead Souls. You know, dead souls The sea is filled with the aura of the netherworld, which is extremely poisonous. Once it is contaminated with even a trace, it will corrode the sea of ​​consciousness and pollute the spirit. Without means to guard against spiritual attacks, it is impossible not to fight for the buds of the Hongmeng tree, but even to enter the Sea of ​​Dead Souls. thing!"

Xu Feng was startled. There was no information like this in the information he obtained from the Secret Breath Tower. The description of the Sea of ​​Dead Souls was only briefly mentioned, saying that it was very dangerous and that the sea was full of dead souls. Once he fell into the sea, he would be killed. Being dragged to the bottom of the sea by the ghost...

After pondering for a moment, Xu Feng nodded. He didn't believe that Hai Jie would tell such an easily exposed lie, but Xu Feng still felt a little unhappy after being tricked by the other party;

"Master Haijie, have I passed your test now?" Xu Feng said with a smile on his face.

Hai Jie nodded and said: "The benefactor has extraordinary strength, so he passed. The benefactor's attainments in talismans are extraordinary, but the eight-door golden lock black gold array alone is still unable to withstand the attack of the poor monk. The benefactor must have other ways to resist the mental attack." The poor monk admires his methods, admires him!"

"Okay!" Xu Feng nodded and said, "Master tested me and slapped me. Of course I had nothing to say. But as a monk of Dhammakaya Temple, Master naturally doesn't take advantage of me. I wonder if Master is willing to accept my words?" Hit to show fairness?"

He was slapped by Hai Jie for no reason and was almost seriously injured. Even now, the spiritual fortress in the sea of ​​​​consciousness is still in a semi-destroyed state. The entire castle is full of cracks, and repairing it is also a very troublesome thing.

Xu Feng was not willing to bear this boring loss in vain;

Hai Jie opened his mouth, pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "Every cause must have a result, retaliation for retaliation. Since I slapped the benefactor, it is natural for me to bear the benefactor's blow!"

"it is good!"

After Xu Feng said that, he waved his palm and smacked Hai Jie; Xu Feng did not use any skills in this blow, including the curse killing technique, decomposition technique, and even the "Nine Hells Burning World Demon Suppression Sutra", it was just an emperor level A casual blow from a first-grade monk, but this hit contains the laws of three thousand avenues and is entangled with the power of calamity. Ordinary monks will never be able to withstand Xu Feng's casual blow;

Hai Jie saw that Xu Feng just waved an ordinary palm, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. But the next moment, a touch of fear appeared in Hai Jie's eyes. In his opinion, Xu Feng's This palm is like a giant palm that is completely condensed with black calamity power. At the same time, this giant palm is surrounded by three thousand laws of the great road, making this giant palm as frightening as the power of God and irresistible. !

"Amitabha!" Hai Jie subconsciously recited a Buddha's name, and said with fear in his heart: "This, this is heaven's punishment!"

slap~

Xu Feng's palm lightly touched Hai Jie's chest. The next moment, Hai Jie felt a surge of force, and wisps of calamity filled the air, drilling into his body along the pores. At the same time, , his monk's robe was intact, but under the monk's robe, a black palm print deep in the flesh appeared inexplicably on his chest...

hum~

Behind Monk Haijie, a three-headed, six-armed and horse-faced Buddha appeared. Xu Feng's palm seemed ordinary, but it was a palm made by combining the power of tribulation and the power of three thousand laws. To the monks, tribulation power was a contamination. It is extremely poisonous, and the damage caused by the power of three thousand laws is almost impossible to eliminate if the opponent does not have the same power of laws.

With Xu Feng's palm shot, Monk Hai Jie knew that he could not resist, so he used the Horse-Faced Buddha King's Dharmakaya just to hurt him. The next moment, his body was covered with dark gold, as if the Horse-Faced Buddha King's Dharmakaya was made of gold. A dark palm print also appeared. This palm print continued to radiate the calamity force outwards. The strands, like spider webs, stretched out in all directions. After a while, most of the body of the Horse-faced Buddha King's dharma body was covered by the calamity force. Infection, once Monk Haijie's Dharma Body is completely infected by the power of calamity, the Dharma Body will collapse, and Monk Haijie's hundreds of thousands of years of hard work will be destroyed...

Thinking that his thousands of years of hard work would be ruined, monk Hai Jie felt an inexplicable feeling of hatred in his heart. The next moment, the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance surged into his heart. His eyes looking at Xu Feng were full of resentment and Killing intent!

The corners of Xu Feng's mouth raised slightly, and after retracting his palm, he smiled and said: "Master slaps me, and I slap you back, so we are settled!"

In an instant, Monk Hai Jie felt that Xu Feng's words were like a basin of cold water, pouring him from the beginning to the end. His whole body couldn't help but shiver, his eyes became clear again, and he was filled with fear;

"Amitabha!" Monk Haijie lowered his head and said with repentance in his heart: "Even if the Dharma body is destroyed, it can be recast. Thousands of years of practice are destroyed in one day, and it is nothing more than rebuilding. But once the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance corrode the brain, then It’s true that he will never recover from eternal catastrophe and will fall into the eternal hell without ever being reincarnated!”

Thinking of this, Monk Haijie dared not hate Xu Feng anymore. He quickly saluted Xu Feng and said, "Almsgiver, you and I have cleared our grievances. Please come into the city!"

Xu Feng nodded and walked towards Buddha Treasure City. Hai Jie saluted respectfully behind him. It was not until Xu Feng entered the city that Monk Hai Jie straightened up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and took out a handbag from his arms. A firework...

snort~

A ray of fire rose from the ground and lingered in the sky for a long time. After a moment, several figures flew out from the Buddha City;

"Senior Brother Hai Jie, what happened? Why did you even send out the emergency rescue signal?" An old man with white hair and beard looked at Monk Hai Jie, who was standing alone, and his face was filled with doubts;

The promotion rescue signal is a signal that can only be released when life is in danger in the Dhammakaya Temple. Once released, any disciple who practices Buddhism can sense it within a thousand miles. But now it seems that Hai Jie is standing here alone. How could such a rescue signal be released when there was no danger around?

When Hai Jie saw the people coming, a wry smile appeared on his face, he shook his head, and was about to explain, but suddenly he felt that all the strength in his body seemed to be drained, and his body slowly collapsed;

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(End of this chapter)