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Chapter 292: Once the punch is thrown, the gods and Buddhas will bow down to you!

The aura emanating from this old monk has apparently reached the Dharma Realm!

With the help of many inheritances and array patterns left in the Hundred Buddhas Temple, he burned his own energy and spirit to attack with all his strength, which was definitely no less than the imperial king in his heyday. Even Su Heng had never thought that there would be such a living Buddha in the remote and barren Skull Plain.

Moreover, it was not well-known. For hundreds of years, no one in the seven states of Jiang and E had heard of it, and there was no relevant information.

before.

This old monk appears compassionate.

Even when he was provoked in person by younger generations like Yuan Tianshu, he only fought them off and did not kill them.

And now, facing Su Heng, the old monk did not test or warn him. With just the first move, he showed his thunderous means. Waves of crisis, as if they were real, instantly exploded in Su Heng's heart, setting off a dark and terrifying wave.

His pupils trembled, not with fear, but with excitement.

"It's been a long time since I met an opponent as worthy of killing as you." Su Heng suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning with fighting spirit like a torch. The corners of his mouth twitched, his face full of crazy smiles, "But this little bit of ability is not enough, far from enough!"

"Hahaha!"

Following a wild laugh, Su Heng's body began to expand and deform rapidly as if inflated.

Waves of violent and violent dark and terrifying energy surged in all directions like waves. The magnificent Buddha statues, golden lotus and other strange sights along the way were all shaking violently.

The sky was dim and the wind was howling.

It then further engulfed the debris of buildings, forming a terrifying dust storm like the end of the world.

In the middle of the pitch-black dust storm, Su Heng first restored his original form and entered the Tyrant Warrior state. Then his second heart roared, and a large amount of high-heat energy was pumped out from the energy storage gland. Beams of golden light, like sharp swords, pierced through the gaps in the pitch-black scales.

Interwoven into veins on Su Heng's body, the tidal wave of energy surged and rose and fell with his deep breathing.

Finally it spread to Su Heng's left arm.

boom!
He clenched his five fingers, which had been deformed into dragon claws, tightly.

The veins on his arms expanded to their limit, like a dragon, spreading all the way to his neck.

And from his huge claws, brilliant golden light burst out, like a miniature sun, being fiercely grasped in the hand of this terrifying evil demon.

The nameless old monk seemed to sense the great danger emanating from Su Heng, and his expression changed slightly, and then more strength and spiritual power surged out from his crown and injected into the huge Tathagata image behind him. Many of the inheritances in the Hundred Buddha Temple also chanted Buddhist scriptures together, resonating with him.

The magnificent light was like a tide, shaking the earth and tearing the sky apart. Many remaining pagodas and chakras flew into the sky.

The rays of light were endless, and there were thousands of auspicious colors. Everything surrounded the Tathagata's image, making it seem like he was in the center of the world, creating a pure land and suppressing everything. The aura on his body became increasingly terrifying and powerful.

Looking at the terrifying Buddha light in the sky, and the Buddhas high above looking down at him coldly.

Su Heng's black hair danced wildly and he laughed loudly.

"When I throw this punch, all the gods and Buddhas in heaven will bow down to me!"

Roar!
A roar.

A punch that had accumulated to the extreme suddenly blasted towards the sky.

This punch was so bright that it seemed as if all the light in the world was absorbed by it and turned into only one. The extremely brilliant fist light first pierced through the huge Buddha's palm, then sank into the center of the Tathagata's brow, and finally the power contained in it was detonated.

Bang bang bang!

The exaggerated and terrifying scene was like a hundred thousand world-destroying thunderbolts being dropped at the same time.

The head of the Tathagata Dharma Image was immediately annihilated and evaporated, and the clear blue sky was exposed to Su Heng's vision. Then the astonishingly powerful explosion rolled like a thunderstorm, squeezing the air and forming one terrifying shock wave after another.

The Buddha statues, pagodas, prayer flags, etc. suspended in the sky, as well as many strange visions, were all submerged in it, destroyed and disappeared in an instant, turning into dust.

The huge impact force distorted the air and came from the sky.

The ground beneath his feet hummed and trembled, and the surrounding plates bulged and tore upwards, and then the huge explosion flattened them and blew them away, turning them into a powerful sandstorm on the vast plain of Skull Plain. The many Yuan family cavalry stationed outside the Hundred Buddha Temple realized that something was wrong at the first time.

The giant wolf howled wildly and Yuan Tianshu called out loudly.

Tens of thousands of people quickly changed direction and ran away from the Hundred Buddha Temple.

The vast earth was trembling like a heart, and the earthquake waves were transmitted outward at a faster speed. Many of the Yuan family's war horses were pure-blooded demons with strong physiques. But now they were frightened and collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and feces and urine were flying behind them. Yuan Tianshu felt his knees go weak, and he fell to the ground with his head raised. He rolled over, not caring about the dust and filth on his body, and looked back. The rolling sandstorm was like a wave, covering the sky and the sun, rushing at an incredible speed, and it felt like a sharp knife scraping on the face.

Flags were fluttering around them, people were constantly being blown away and screaming, the scene was extremely chaotic.

"It's too exaggerated!" Being in the storm, Yuan Tianshu only felt his adrenaline surging and his heart pounding.

After a long time, the storm gradually subsided.

At this time, he put down his arms, panting violently, and his whole body was covered with sweat, feeling like he had just experienced a great battle. Looking around, the army was in chaos, with all kinds of weapons and horses scattered everywhere, and from time to time, a fully armed knight would scream and fall from the sky with a muffled "bang".

Fortunately, this group of people are elite, with strong physique and good cultivation.

Even if he fell from a height of several hundred meters, at most he would break tendons and bones, but he would not die on the spot.

"That's fucking exaggerated!" Yuan Tianshu sighed again and swallowed his saliva. "Such destructive power is simply a natural disaster. When gods fight, mortals suffer. It's absolutely true."

He slowly came back to his senses at this time, but he couldn't help but feel a little worried. The situation here was already like this, so what would the scene be like at the center of the explosion? Is that big boss okay now?
……

When Su Heng threw that punch.

The entire Hundred Buddha Temple was simply wiped out from this world and turned into history.

Bright sunlight shone through the unobstructed sky. As a large amount of waste heat was discharged from the gaps between the scales, Su Heng's body emitted a "hissing" sound. His body was like a furnace, causing the surrounding temperature to rise rapidly, distorting the air and forming a burst of white smoke.

After taking a deep breath, Su Heng's heartbeat slowed down. He walked forward, his heavy body leaving a series of sunken footprints on the soft sand.

The old monk still maintained the posture of punching forward.

There is a pagoda and a bodhi tree around him, and in the shadow of the bodhi tree is a patch of green grass and a few small flowers.

In the huge Hundred Buddhas Temple, only these insignificant things were left, which were well preserved, and were preserved by the old monk with his all-powerful magic. The old monk did not have any obvious scars on his body, but that punch had consumed all his energy.

All that is left is just an old and dead body.

Su Heng stretched out his finger and gently touched his forehead. A breeze blew and the old monk's body turned into ashes and dissipated bit by bit. The patched grey monk's robe fell softly on the grass.

Next to the Bodhi tree, circles of colorful light were swaying, like streamers, very gorgeous under the refraction of the sun. Su Heng's eyes lingered on it for a moment, and then he stretched out his hand, and the distorted dragon claws and the colorful light gently touched each other.

The colorful light suddenly dispersed and turned into countless tiny golden spots.

Then these light spots circled in the air and finally stopped in Su Heng's hand, turning into a golden lotus about the size of a bowl.

The lotus was exquisite and translucent, like a jade sculpture. Every texture and detail on it was lifelike. When Su Heng got closer, he could even smell a faint and long-lasting fragrance from it.

This golden lotus is the result of the old monk's spiritual power.

He absorbed, digested, and summarized the many inheritances in the Hundred Buddha Temple, and finally formed an object like this. This lotus was originally a legacy that the old monk intended to leave to Su Heng. But he thought that Su Heng was too murderous, and wanted to save him with Buddhism.

But in the end, it didn't succeed.

As for the lotus left behind, the knowledge and power recorded in it were of great use to Su Heng. Moreover, with the protection of the Seed of Destruction's erosion power, Su Heng was not worried that the old monk would leave any tricks behind that would affect him.

Without any consideration, Su Heng released his perception and used his Great Demon Transformation Technique to refine and absorb it.

The golden lotus has a total of 24 petals, and each petal contains spiritual power comparable to that of an ancient Buddha statue. As the petals withered and scattered, Su Heng's spiritual power also grew rapidly. The vast amount of knowledge contained in it was also slowly captured and absorbed by Su Heng.

Among this knowledge, there is the three-headed and six-armed magical power that Su Heng has always wanted to obtain, as well as the Tathagata Palm that the old monk has spent hundreds of years studying and comprehending.

The content here can be described as vast.

It was like a large library, engraved in Su Heng's memory.

When needed, you can read it at any time. But it is definitely impossible to fully master all this knowledge in a short period of time. Even with the help of the attribute panel, it is not possible. After all, it takes a lot of attribute points to practice a secret method or magical power from entry to perfection.

It was only after taking a quick look that Su Heng gradually realized how extraordinary this old monk's comprehension was.

There are more than 300 traditions in the Hundred Buddha Temple.

For an ordinary person, if he can master one of them in his lifetime, it would be very good.

However, the old monk was proficient in all of them, and could even integrate these inheritances and condense them into a form of Tathagata Palm.

(End of this chapter)