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Chapter 461 Powerful Vajra Palm

Bian Yingjie snorted coldly in the face of the troll's terrifying palm, suddenly raised his palm and slowly pushed it forward.

Just as he pushed out his palm, a river appeared hazily behind him.

This river exudes an ancient atmosphere, flowing slowly in the void, with no starting point and no end point in sight, as if it runs through the entire time.

Just above this river, you can vaguely see the Buddha sitting, but it is also hazy and blurry.

"Prajna Mahamudra."

Bian Yingjie let out a low shout, and a plain Buddha's palm with a terrifying aura broke through the air. When the palm broke through the air, countless tiny Buddha shadows appeared on both sides of the arm. Each Buddha was sitting cross-legged with lowered brows and eyes, as if reciting scriptures in a pious manner. The void was filled with the constant sounds of "Prajna" and "Ruo".

Zhong Lin's eyes flickered, and his pupils were filled with the images of those Buddhas.

boom!
The two palms came together, and the mercury hand shattered. The troll let out a scream, and his body was directly knocked back more than ten feet. When he stood up, his entire right arm had disappeared, and the broken part was still making a sizzling corrosion sound.

Bian Yingjie, however, looked calm and composed, as if he had just done something insignificant.

"Tsk tsk, I have to say that the martial arts of the Buddha Realm do have their merits. Although a bit weird, they have a strong restraint on these murky things." Chi Zhonglin exclaimed in admiration.

"Buddha Realm Martial Arts?"

"Well, independent cultivators are different from our sect warriors. Their martial arts methods are extremely chaotic. After all, there is no inheritance. As long as there is a chance to obtain some skills and techniques, they will learn some. What Da Bian just displayed was a martial art from the Buddha Realm called "Prajna Mahamudra". Although it is only a low-grade heavenly level, it is quite powerful."

As the two were talking, Bian Yingjie's robe fluttered, and he flew into the air and attacked again.

"Powerful Vajra Palm."

It was also Buddhist martial arts. In an instant, the Buddha's power was vast, the golden light was flashing, and it was extremely masculine and strong. Countless little Buddhas appeared around the palm power, chanting loudly, but this time they were singing the words "gold" and "strong".

Zhong Lin also saw that the two Buddhist martial arts displayed by Bian Yingjie, the former belonged to the Bodhisattva Path, and the latter to the Arhat Path.

"Prajna" means "wisdom" in Buddhist scriptures, while "Vajra" represents "great power".

"It's really messy." Zhong Lin said in a low voice.

When this powerful Vajra Palm was struck out, the troll screamed miserably. Under the stimulation of the extremely masculine and powerful Buddha power, his whole body melted quickly like ice and snow under the scorching sun, leaving only a pitch-black magic pill floating in the air.

"Hahaha."

Bian Yingjie proudly held the magic pill in his hand, then sealed it with spiritual energy and threw it into the prepared jade bottle.

"What a great harvest! If I sell this magic pill at the Apocalypse Pavilion, I can earn at least hundreds of thousands of Zhen Yuan Pills."

"Shit luck."

Chi Zhonglin cursed with a feigned disdainful laugh, but there was no trace of jealousy in his eyes.

"Let's go!"

The largest troll was eliminated, and what remained were just some small monsters that could not stop the three men at all.

As he flew all the way, all the evil demons were broken up wherever he passed, leaving only wisps of pure evil demons floating in the air, which were then collected by Bian Yingjie into a huge gourd.

In his words, even the smallest mosquito is still meat. He was afraid of being poor. Half an hour later, a castle built purely of black stone came into view in the distance. It was unknown what material had been incorporated into the black stone, but the surrounding Earthly Demons would subconsciously stay away whenever they approached, as if there was something within it that frightened them.

There is a huge swamp hundreds of feet wide on each of the four directions of the castle. One after another, huge bubbles swell up in the swamp mud and explode with a bang, releasing seemingly endless gray mist, and then slowly condense one evil demon after another in the void.

"It's really a good place. Building the place of inheritance here, the evil demons around it are the best treasures." Chi Zhonglin exclaimed.

As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. No matter how much treasure there is, it will eventually be used up. However, in this secret realm, a large number of Earth Demons and Yin Demons are generated every day, which means that there are endless Earth Demons and Yin Demons. Although they are only seventh-grade Yin Demons, as long as they are handled properly, they can also be the foundation of the sect, which is inexhaustible.

"It makes me want to take this place for myself and build a sect here."

Bian Yingjie also licked his lips, his face full of heat.

Only Wei Lang clenched his fists, his face looking extremely ugly.

But no one paid any attention to him at this time.

"Let's go! Search the house."

"Yes, the house was confiscated."

Bian Yingjie rubbed his hands and flew towards the castle excitedly. Chi Zhonglin followed closely behind him. Zhong Lin continued to guard Wei Lang and walked into the castle slowly.

Some medicinal herbs are planted in the castle's back garden, and some precious minerals are stored in the warehouse.

In addition, there are various weapons such as spiritual weapons and mysterious weapons, a large number of refined pills, and the most numerous of them are piles of spiritual stones.

However, there are no skills or martial arts. This place of inheritance only stores some materials for a comeback. Zhong Lin was not disappointed. After all, he had already obtained the Zhenhai Sect's basic skills "Xuantian Hualong Jue" and "Qinglong Bashi". Even if there were others, they were just some low-grade skills and martial arts, which could at most increase his knowledge.

"Brother Zhong, you have already obtained the inheritance of my Zhenhai Sect. Can you please let me go?"

Wei Lang suddenly looked up at Zhong Lin with a cold expression.

"No rush, let's make a decision after my senior brothers come back." Zhong Lin said.

"So you didn't intend to let me go, did you? As expected, the so-called Holy Land is always so overbearing, cruel, and arrogant. How could they possibly share their treasure with us? Master and the others were wrong, and the price of their mistake was the destruction of a thousand-year-old inheritance and the tragic deaths of countless disciples."

Wei Lang stared at Zhong Lin with his eyes fixed. The previous anger was no longer in his eyes, but became indifferent instead.

But Zhong Lin was shocked, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

Without any hesitation, Zhong Lin attacked directly. A terrifying sword energy burst out from his fingertips and went straight to Wei Lang's dantian. It only took an instant to destroy his Xuandan and destroy his soul.

hum!
The stone knife on the waist of the statue of the founder of Zhenhai Sect, which stood in the center of the entire castle, suddenly trembled, and then exploded, breaking through layers of void and blocking Wei Lang directly. Then Zhong Lin's sword energy also dissipated.

Wei Lang reached out and grabbed the sword in his hand, his eyes burning as he gently stroked it with his left hand.

"Master, I am incompetent and have disturbed your sleep."

This precious sword is dark in color, with dark red lines all over the blade, just like the meridians of the human body. On the handle is a strange two-headed beast with blood-red eyes, as if endless murderous intent is condensed.

(End of this chapter)