Poor monk is awesome

Chapter 97 Kun Fan
The valley southeast of Hidden Fog City has disappeared, leaving behind a huge palm print.

A golden enchantment enveloped the place where the handprint was located, and all the clouds and mists of Wuyin City gathered outside the enchantment. The golden light was refracted in the thick rolling clouds, dyeing the entire southeast sky of Wuyin City golden.

Above the golden enchantment, Jiu Jie lowered his head, and saw a man in ragged clothes crawling out of the dark hole in the center of the Buddha's palm and handprint under his golden Buddha body wrapped in clouds and mist.

"Damn Hippie, the barrier set by the bastard ancient Buddha caused me to be buried for 500 years."

The ragged man raised his head, revealing a clean face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, wide ears and straight nose, looking at the golden giant Buddha in the sky and the golden enchantment covering the valley, with anger on his face, pointing to the sky and jumping his feet, He yelled:
"Is it the enchantment you bastard put? Grandma's, the enchantment inside has been trapped for 500 years, and finally disappeared. Now there is another one outside. You have sores on the top of your head and pus on the soles of your feet, and you emit golden light like an old man. The bastard of a chamber pot.”

"I'll tell you the truth, sir, I don't want the dragon you caught anymore, so you just pull a dragon's leg, share the dragon's blood, give me a dragon ball, and make up for me a little bit. Let's get over what has trapped me for 500 years." .”

"Otherwise, when my real body comes, I will tear you alive. Even if you kneel down and beg me, I will never agree."

The golden giant Buddha in the sky looked down at the man in ragged clothes jumping up and cursing in the enchantment below, and there was a hint of doubt on his golden face.

Is this really a dream?

Jiu Jie felt that if this was a dream, it would be too real.

But if it wasn't a dream, it would be too bizarre.

"You fucking rotten Buddha, you're just a bald donkey who can't marry a wife or touch a woman for the rest of his life.

This uncle's body is here, your own mother who is going to beat you doesn't know you, bah, no, you don't need my body to beat you, if you have the guts, get out now and have a fight with this uncle. "Seeing that the golden Buddha ignored him, the man below pointed at the sky and cursed.

Jiu Jie listened to the words of the man below, and anger surged in his heart.

Can someone scold you in your dreams?

Jiu Jie looked at the man below who was begging for abuse, and as a habit, he raised his palm and patted down.

A familiar feeling surged in his heart, as if he had used this trick thousands of times.

In other words, this golden Buddha has been used thousands of times.

The spiritual energy in the four directions gathered crazily, condensing under the golden Buddha's palm. Most of the spiritual energy in the world in the Hidden Mist City was instantly drained, and a huge golden Buddha's palm with condensed spiritual energy appeared on the ruins of the valley. , and slapped it hard.

boom!
The golden Buddha's palm perfectly and seamlessly overlapped the palm prints made by the previous Buddha's palm.

Shocking sound waves swept across, and some casual cultivators who were hiding nearby and wanted to find out, were directly shaken by the power of this palm, their ears and noses were bleeding, and they collapsed on the ground.

Even the people of Wuyin City were startled by the sound like the sky falling, and looked towards the golden sky in the southeast.

The palm of Jiu Jie controlling the Golden Buddha was actually hundreds of times more powerful than the palm of the Golden Buddha phantom before.

The body of the Golden Buddha was shrouded in clouds and mist, looming.

"A real Buddha, a real Buddha!" ​​Some people knelt down excitedly.

"It must be the true Buddha who cleared the fog for our Wuyin City, thank you to the true Buddha."

"Buddha blesses me with good weather and good weather in Wuyin City from now on, the sun and the moon will always be bright!"

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Many people in Wuyin City knelt down, praying and grateful.

There are also some people who have been in contact with many monks and are not overly awed by such things. At this moment, their eyes looking at the southeast sky also showed shock.

Wu Dao, who had already rushed to the valley near the southeast of Wuyin City, all stopped when the Buddha's palm was taken again.

Amidst the rolling sound, the clothes of the five people flew around and their hair was scattered. The three white-robed old men from the Hidden God Valley even had their beards blown askew.

The faces of the five people were full of horror and shock.

"Could it be that this ancient Buddha is still alive?" White-robed Tian Lingzi growled with a trembling voice, short of breath.

The other four also looked ugly.

Originally, the appearance of the palm of the ancient Buddha and the golden enchantment made them think that it was just a relic left by the ancient Buddha.

But now, the Golden Buddha strikes again, more powerful than the previous one.

This made the five people dare to go over, I was afraid that I would not be able to withstand this devastating palm.

There is nothing more frustrating than having an opportunity in front of you, but being too scared to go there.

"No, even if you can't get it, you still have to take a look." The old man on the right among the three white-robed old men had a strong look of unwillingness on his face. He raised his hand and aimed towards the front, which was slightly dispersed by the air waves. The thick fog that was gathering quickly moved away.

It was this thick fog that covered the golden barrier, making it impossible for him and others to see clearly what was inside the barrier. His spiritual consciousness was cut off by the barrier, and his physical body did not dare to pass through. It was really helpless.

"Human Lingzi, if you are stupid, don't come here. If your palm disturbs the ancient Buddha in the sky, wouldn't it harm us." Hu Yidao, the leader of the Shenyi Sect, appeared in his hand with a blood-red sword. The tip of the knife pointed at the old man in white robe on the right and shouted angrily.

"Hu Yidao, you are so brave!" Tian Lingzi and Di Lingzi's aura surged, although they also planned to stop Ren Lingzi, but Hu Yidao's posture forced them to stand up and fight against him.

"That's enough." Xuan Xuanxuan shouted coquettishly, showing the might of the city lord, "We don't have to go in our own bodies to explore this enchantment, we each hide it well, and three souls can go to one soul."

After the other three listened, they looked at each other and nodded. Ren Lingzi also seemed to realize that his previous thoughts were a bit reckless, and because of Hu Yidao's scolding, he stood with a dark face and did not speak.

The so-called three souls mentioned by Xuan Xuanxuan refer to the three souls of monks who have reached the state of distraction, each independent.

A cultivator who is distracted has a body of mind and soul. After being severely injured once, it is difficult to recover, and it may even lead to a permanent drop in realm.

As for the monks in the state of distraction, all three souls can be the main soul. After the soul is injured, the three souls can complement each other and recover slowly. Even if it encounters a destructive soul attack, it can withstand three times.

And the three souls are divided into one soul, that is, three gods and souls are divided into one, and this soul is the main soul, relying on spiritual power and a drop of natal blood to condense an incarnation outside the body, the cultivation level of the avatar is generally one level lower than the main body The realm, and the spiritual power is one-time use, the realm will slowly fall, and the spiritual power cannot be absorbed to maintain the realm of cultivation.

If the avatar is destroyed, the soul can escape, even if that soul is also destroyed, the damage to the body will not be too great, and if there are two other souls, the destroyed soul will slowly re-condense.

The five people made up their minds, and they all flew down from the air and landed on the ground to meditate. The three old men in white robes sat together, Xuan Xuanxuan and Hu Yidao sat together.

The souls of the five paths and five people flew out from the five people's heavenly spirit caps.

The five of them each forced out a drop of blood essence from their hearts and blended it into the souls above their heads.

The surrounding spiritual energy was just emptied by the palm of the golden Buddha, and it has not recovered yet, it is extremely thin.

The five of them had no choice but to transform their spiritual energy to the soul to urge the avatar to condense.

About a quarter of an hour later, five streamers flew away from the place, and there were five people standing there, three old men in white robes, Xuan Xuanxuan and Hu Yidao.

The five people looked at each other, stepped into the thick fog, and walked towards the barrier covered by the thick fog.

(End of this chapter)