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Chapter 195 Purple Entry: Martial Arts Sanskrit

After arriving at a large platform on the mountainside, the strength of the guards here became more and more advanced.

But they didn't have any vigilance, and they all gathered together and chatted casually.

Or he opened his own cave to practice meditation.

After casually crushing the death scars of several Six Tribulations Masters with Gang Qi, Xie Que grabbed a person who seemed to be more honest and asked:

"Is King Chu on the mountain?"

The real man swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Neither his eyes nor his mind noticed it, and several of his colleagues in front of him fell to the ground. The horror of this man was beyond his imagination.

"Your Majesty... is not on the mountain." His tone sounded cautious, for fear of being displeased by the murderous god in front of him.

"Forget it..." Xie Que casually twisted his neck and threw it aside, smashing the escaped Yin God with a palm knife.

The Master of Six Tribulations may be considered a big shot in other places.

But at this time, the King of Chu gathered all the masters from the south here, and they could only be regarded as the middle and upper class.

Can't squeeze into the top circle of King Chu.

After all, the Qi of the Great Zhou Dynasty is about to run out, and following Qianlong is to have the merits of following the dragon in the future.

This was the case with Shuiyue Temple thousands of years ago.

Since then, it has ushered in a period of rapid development, not only with the support of a country behind it.

And as a servant of the dragon, he also enjoys the blessing of luck, which makes his practice faster.

Therefore, if you ask such a Six Tribulations Master now, you will not get the answer.

Walking a few more steps towards the mountain, Xie Que found that there is a steep cliff here.

It doesn't matter, no matter how steep it is, it can't stop the real people who can fly.

The important thing is that between the cliffs, there is a huge turbulence flying down rapidly.

His heart moved.

"Make the movement louder, you will know soon..."

After Xie Que finished his instruction, the Holy Law of Dou Zhan suddenly turned into a secret script of ten metaphors.

A huge full moon rises from the mountainside.

Immediately, countless black figures rose up and rushed towards the cliffs.

Xie Que let out a breath, the Qi and blood in the acupoint rushed out like the water of the Milky Way.

"If you trespass on a critical place, you should be killed!" A loud voice rang out, and even exploded several rocks.

Following a sharp roar, an orb the size of a human head flew towards Xie Que.

When it was a hundred meters away from the few people, the orb exploded and turned into countless small rains of fire.

This flame is strangely green, and once it is contaminated, it will burn the Yin God to death before giving up.

Xie Que released the field of Qi and blood, and easily wiped out the fire and rain all over the sky.

The figure lurking behind the orb was not angry. Instead, he laughed strangely and recited the mantra.

Xie Quak suddenly felt the temperature of Qi and blood in his body drop a bit, and he no longer felt the scorching heat before.

Seeing this, the man showed a feeling of disbelief.

"Freezing blood? It's a good spell." Xie Que's figure flashed, and he had already grabbed the man's head.

"But for the poor monk, it has no effect!"

With a simple grip, the head exploded with a click.

Red and white colors instantly filled the sky.

Many figures paused.

The person who died at this time was not easy, although Xie Que seemed to kill him easily and comfortably, but I hope it was also based on strength.

After throwing the body into the water, Xie Que raised his hands and said:
"The poor monk is the head of the contemporary Bodhi Garden of Shuiyue Temple."

"Dharma number..."

Xie Que couldn't help being startled, he really didn't know what the name of Bodhi Garden was, so he made up a random line:

"Yuan Fei!"

"Isn't the head of the garden Yuan Ling?" A monk wearing a bright red monk's robe asked with a curious frown: "The poor monk drank tea and discussed Taoism with Taoist brother Yuan Ling last month."

This great red-robed monk, whose monastic name is Yiquan, is the abbot of Foyin Temple, and he has the vague title of the most eminent monk in the southern part of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

According to rumors, its cultivation reached the ninth level of lightning calamity 200 years ago, and it is even more unfathomable now.

"I am the head of Xinyuan." Xie Que said without blushing, without heartbeat:

"There are three fires when a new official takes office, and today this fire is lit from Ziyang Mountain!"

Xie Que's body made crackling sounds like fried soybeans, and the blood in his body was rushing like a river.

Except for the big moon that is the signature of Shuiyue Temple on the back, it can't be seen that it is a monk at all.

Monk Yiquan was about to say more, but the next moment, Xie Que was beside Monk Yiquan, about to punch him.

"Wei Tuo!" Monk Yiquan shouted in surprise, and a huge mighty phantom appeared behind him.

It has no beard, is dressed in armor, wears a flying belt, and holds a vajra.

"Pull everywhere!"

Accompanied by the strong Buddha's wrath, the vajra blasted sonic booms repeatedly in the air, attacking Xie Que.

There are even countless afterimages flickering on the front of the stick, making it difficult to distinguish.

Xie Que turned his fist into a claw and actually clamped down on the vajra that fell out of thin air.

The three Weiners were also shocked by the imposing manner of the Yiquan monk.

They could sense that, with the strength of the Nine-leaf Lingwei and the grace of the gods, the great monk's strength would not fall to them.

But such a blow was easily blocked by the master.

This couldn't help but frighten them.

As the other figures rushed, they also responded to the enemy individually, but they appeared to be more than capable.

At this time, the only one with the strength of the Nine Tribulations coming here is the monk Yiquan.

Others are uneven, and most of the power must still be preserved at the dragon's mouth on the peak.

Seeing Xie Que catching the Vajra, Monk Yiquan was not angry, but showed a strange smile.

A blue giant spirit suddenly appeared on the vajra. It was one foot high and only had the upper body.

The lower body is a ball of misty smoke, with a blue face and blue beard, and a heroic aura.

Garan protector!

The figure clapped his palm forward, and a huge "swastika" character came out of it.

"Break!" Xie Que didn't panic, the palm of his hand gradually turned golden and he struck out, obliterating the character instantly.

The next moment, the blue figure gradually merged with Monk Yiquan.

"The Dharma is broad and free, and the Dharma is inexhaustible!"

"Weida is on the left, and Jialan is on the right!"

Monk Yiquan became taller, holding a vajra in his left hand and a sword in his right.

This old monk actually worshiped two gods at the same time!
Xie Que's eyes narrowed. The conditions required for such a thing were extremely harsh.

Firstly, the two gods are extremely close, and secondly, the worshipers of the gods are equally devoted to them.

Wei Tuo and Jialan are both Buddhist Dharma protectors, so they naturally meet this requirement.

But the difficulty lies in the second point, while being devout, one needs to be recognized by the gods at the same time.

When the Vajra Pestle fell, Xie Que was suddenly overwhelmed by the incomparably terrifying power, making it difficult to move.

From it, he could feel that the vajra was even stronger this week's gravity.

Xie Que shouted loudly, and then his whole body was filled with energy and blood, and he immediately broke free from the shackles.

But Monk Yiquan's sword also appeared in front of Xie Que's throat.

A little bit of the sword's edge actually left Xie Que on his neck...

a white spot.

Monk Yiquan, who had the winning ticket in his hands, couldn't help being dumbfounded for a while.

"Very good!" Xie Que touched his neck, and the tingling sensation still remained: "You actually hurt me!"

An inexplicable sense of threat suddenly came out of Monk Yiquan's heart.

Since breaking through the Nine Tribulations, he seldom has such emotions.

At this time... I actually felt it.

He frantically chopped off the vajra and sword, and countless craters were blasted out of the mountain in the aftermath.

But all his attacks were avoided in advance, as if Xie Que knew the trajectory of his shots in advance.

This is the Future Wusheng Palm!It has the effect of predicting the enemy's opportunity.

"This is impossible!" Yiquan's voice seemed unbelievable at this time: "Could it be that you are the True Lord of Yangshen?"

"Why does it have to be True Lord Yangshen?" Xie Que caught the gap between Yiquan's words and grabbed his wrist with one claw to prevent him from moving.

The other hand had already climbed up to the death mark on his side.

At this time, Yiquan was under constant attack and was led into the river by Xie Que.

The power brought by Jiaolong Deshui entered his body instantly, and Xie Que felt an unprecedented strength.

Maybe... I can follow it up with one blow!Xie Que looked at the traces of death on Monk Yiquan's body.

"Unfortunately, your knowledge is too short."

As the Death Trace shattered, Monk Yiquan also completely lost all life.

The Death Judgment Tulu has also turned a new page.

Martial Dao Sanskrit: Purple entry, the power of your Buddhism, Taoism and martial arts is doubled.

(End of this chapter)