Buddha Immortal

Chapter 82

The third round of finals ended quickly, and a total of 25 people entered the final finals.

This time the rest time was very short. As soon as the competition ended, Bhikkhu Huide loudly announced the start of the final round.

In the last round, the competition of kings was taken.

There are ten arenas, from one to ten, if you feel that your strength can be ranked first, you can occupy the number one arena.

Everyone has only one chance, whether it is defending or challenging, as long as they fail, they will be eliminated.

Those who are eliminated also have the right to challenge any one of the top ten again after three days, but if they really fail, no one is willing to lose again after three days.

Among the 25 people, many people seemed very cautious, and everyone was looking at each other's opponents.

Several powerful novice monks have already flown onto the ring they have chosen.

Zhilian went directly to the number one ring.

Occupying the second ring is a nun with the posture of sinking fish and wild goose, who looks a bit like a mixed race.Her skin is as white and ruddy as a baby's. Under the faint crescent eyebrows are a pair of bright eyes that are as bright as lacquer. Her thin red lips are full of temptation. When she smiles, she reveals white and neat white teeth.

Not only is she beautiful in appearance, but she also behaves gracefully, with kindness and purity in her smile.

Guo Lingchan was admitted to the hospital late and was busy practicing all day long, so he didn't know this ridiculously beautiful nun.

Apparently quite a few people knew this nun, but a small-eyed novice glanced at the nun on the second ring like a thief, and withdrew his gaze contentedly, with a look of endless aftertaste.

"Zhiquan, look at your bear, there are countless people who like Xinru senior sister, you still want to eat swan meat?"

His actions were seen by the novice next to him, and the relationship between the two seemed to be pretty good, the man was joking.

The small-eyed novice named Zhiquan hurriedly glanced around, and said in a low voice, "Zhiming, you son of a bitch! I'm just looking, such a beautiful girl, even the Buddha would be moved. How dare you say you don't Do you like Xinru senior sister?"

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Guo Lingchan was delighted when he heard it, he looked at Xinru nun generously, and felt that this nun deserved this thing and should only exist in the sky, and should not land on earth.

He is quite self-aware, his own strength is not the strongest among all the novice monks, and his appearance is even more ordinary. Apart from his unique temperament, there is really nothing that can attract girls.

For a girl like this who is as beautiful as the Nine Heavens Profound Girl, she has a thousand suitors if she doesn't have [-], and her vision is not high at all. It is impossible to fall in love with him.

Tang Yanran could be considered a top-notch beauty, but compared with this nun, she still seemed a little pale.

In a short while, those who thought they had good strength each occupied a ring. There were 25 people in total. Each of them defeated almost one person to enter the top ten. The higher the ranking, the fiercer the competition.

Guo Lingchan wasn't in a hurry, he watched quietly and decided to make a move at the last moment.

The battle soon began, and the eldest brother Zhizhen jumped onto the No. [-] ring, on which was a burly young man with a swollen face.He is a novice monk who cultivates both dharma and body, very powerful.

But half an hour later, Zhizhen won the victory.

Standing on the fifth ring was Liu Chanzi, who kept the ring after fighting with his opponent.

On the eighth ring, Taro Wano finally defeated an opponent, and he was taking the time to close his eyes and adjust his breath.

Guo Lingchan's current strength should be able to enter the top five.The dharma body is tyrannical, and it is very dominant in the novice realm.

He glanced at the black novice monk standing on the No. [-] ring. This person is typically from the Buddhist kingdom of India. His mana level is a little higher than that of Zhizhen, and he is almost infinitely close to the level of a monk. He easily defeated a challenger. The opponent in the ring showed a cold and arrogant look in his eyes, and his cold and stern gaze casually scanned the novice monks in the audience, as if it was a king parading.

Feeling his strength, no one dared to look at him, and quickly looked away.

A sense of heroism surged in the heart of the black novice monk, who is the best in the world!

Just when he was proud, a figure jumped up and arrived on the stage in an instant, his movements were elegant and unrestrained.

"What a tyrannical body!"

He was secretly surprised, as soon as an expert made a move, he would know if it was there, Guo Lingchan raised his hands and threw his feet, and the wind was shaking, this is a phenomenon that only powerful Hinayana monks have.

"Wisdom Blade!"

The black novice uttered his dharma name coldly.

He thought that this young novice novice would tremble in his heart after hearing his dharma name, at least he would show awe.

Guo Lingchan said his Dharma name with a blank face, "Zhichan is here to learn!"

This action fell into the eyes of Zhiren, and an unknown fire arose in his heart, his eyes became more fierce, as aggressive as a sharp blade, "Arrogance!" , As long as the referee's words are finished, he will use thunderous means to blast this ignorant kid off the stage.

"start!"

The referee was a black monk, perhaps because he had been in the law enforcement team for a long time, his face was extremely cold, and his eyes were emotionless.

Seeing that Zhiren shook his body, he exuded a breath of Buddha that was as sharp as a knife, cutting the sky and destroying the earth, obviously he had entered the Zen state.

Guo Lingchan has already experienced this kind of Zen meaning once. This is the Zen meaning of killing, which belongs to the Zen of Ksitigarbha.

"The Zen of killing?" Guo Lingchan twitched a hint of sarcasm. His blood bodhi Zen can definitely be called the ancestor of the Zen of killing, and he also comprehended the true meaning of the blood bodhi Zen, which made him want to kill.

In terms of Zen, Zhiren lost more than a chip before he even made a move.

Wisdom Blade's mana also exudes a strong killing intent, which is a manifestation of the cultivation of the root of intent, which is even more perfect than the big brother Zhizhen.Moreover, Zhiren's comprehension of Zen has also reached an admirable level, it should be above the eighth path, and may even reach the ninetyth path.

With such a strong strength, it is no wonder that he can stand on the third ring.

Different from ordinary opponents, Wisdom Blade directly cast the Heavenly Dragon Curse, followed by the Buddhist Lion's Roar Mantra. With the combination of the two, he was in front of Guo Lingchan in an instant.

The higher the mana power is, the shorter the time it takes to cast the mantra. To cast the mantra, a bhikkhu even needs to recite the mantra silently in his heart.

The realm of Wisdom Blade has not yet reached the level of a monk. Although the speed of casting spells cannot be instantaneous, it is also extremely abnormal. It takes almost two seconds to cast a spell.

Lion Roar, Heavenly Dragon Mantra, Purdue Mantra, Great Compassionate Lighting Mantra...

He used it repeatedly as if he didn't need money, and he also grasped the timing of casting the spell very well. Often, two spells, or even three spells were combined to more than double the power of the spell.

Relying on the powerful dharma body and the blood bodhi zen meaning as high as nine dao, Guo Lingchan rushed to Zhiren like a broken bamboo.

Zhiren's heart was filled with horror, he thought that his own Zen was the most proud, but he didn't expect that compared with the unknown young man in front of him, it was nothing compared to the big witch, the gap between the two sides was really not one or two points.

He can occupy the third ring, naturally more than these means.

Seeing that Guo Lingchan was already in front of him, he retreated violently, and hurriedly put on a spell armor for himself.

"Trapping Curse!"

As his mouth opened and closed quickly, a cage-like golden musical note enveloped Guo Lingchan.

The Trapping Curse is one of the most profound spells in the spells. Ordinary monks can't cast it at all, but Wisdom Blade can cast it easily, which shows how powerful he is.

This does not appear to be his final resort.

Because his expression became extremely serious, and even had a dignified taste, obviously preparing to use more powerful means.

Guo Lingchan faced the trapping spell for the first time, and found that this kind of spell was really worthy of its difficulty. His body skills were definitely top-notch, but no matter how he drifted and dodged, he was still trapped by the notes of the spell.

Those notes automatically condensed into beams of light, encircling him in the center.

Guo Lingchan is ignorant and fearless, he punched one of the beams of light with the power of wind and thunder.

The two hit each other, but no sound came out, a huge force bounced back, the beam of light only shook a few times, and the light dimmed a little.

Although he was startled by the strength of the trapping spell, he couldn't sit still and let his opponent calmly use methods to deal with him.

The Trapping Curse is formed by mana spells, and the time of existence must be limited. As the mana is exhausted, it will automatically dissipate.

But Guo Lingchan couldn't wait, he punched out again, and the beam of light became dimmer again.

Like a trapped ferocious beast, he kept bombarding the beam of light. In about 2 minutes, he punched nearly a thousand punches.With the disappearance of the beam of light, the entire trapping spell collapsed in an instant.

It seems that they are related to each other.

As soon as he was out of trouble, Guo Lingchan found that Zhiren opened his eyes. His face was a little pale, and there were strange seals on his hands. Breathe out amazingly.

To the naked eye, the nine-pronged demon pestle was only about an inch long and shone like gold.

Guo Lingchan's brows twitched as he watched, a strong crisis enveloped his whole body, and his hairs stood up all at once. He hadn't experienced this extremely dangerous feeling for a long time, and it was a harbinger of death.

With a wave of the sun and moon shovel in his hand, he tried his best to perform the strongest pose, Buddha worshiping the moon.

The corners of Zhi Ren's mouth curled up, and he pointed at Guo Lingchan with both hands with great effort. The one-inch-long magic subduing pestle turned into a golden light and reached Guo Lingchan's eyebrows in an instant.

This kind of power is definitely not something that spells can have.

　Like book friends, just collect it!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)