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Chapter 515 The Monk Who Passes the Light
"So what if it's born proud? My Ancient Spirit Holy Land has plenty of secret methods to subdue it. If all else fails, killing it and feeding it to my Blue Flame Leopard will be a great tonic."

Lan Qihua laughed wildly and said, "Junior Sister Fang Yun, this thunder beast is a divine creature of heaven and earth. It was born to control thunder and was born in accordance with the great way of thunder in heaven and earth. Even if it is newly born, it is not something you can deal with. And do you really think you can definitely obtain this thunder beast? The commotion of the innate thunder beast's birth must have already alarmed others."

As he was speaking, he saw rays of light rising into the sky from a distance, and they were quietly approaching in a few breaths.

"The Thunder Beast is mine, who dares to snatch it from me?"

A roar was heard, and a big man wearing animal skin, with a face as red as a date and a naked upper body, stepped into the void.

The big man held a huge axe in his hand, and was surrounded by thunder. When he walked, it was like the god of thunder descending to the earth.

"Buddha is merciful. Such a divine creature should be the guardian beast of our Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Land."

Streams of Buddha's light surged out from the empty space and condensed into a lotus platform in the void, on which some monks sat.

The leading monk had a haggard face, like a dead tree, but he exuded a strong vitality, filled with an extreme sense of contrast.

On both sides of him stood an arhat, whose whole body was covered in golden light, and whose body was extremely powerful. The golden light flowed on his skin, as if it was made of gold.

"The mad hero of the Holy Land of Thunder, the torch of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas." Lan Qihua's eyes condensed slightly.

Although I knew that there would be other masters coming, I didn't expect it to be these two.

Kuang Hao, with the cultivation level of the ninth level of the Life and Death Realm, has killed countless enemies with his thunder battle axe.

Monk Chuan Deng, a warrior of the Bodhisattva sect of Buddhism, was so powerful that he was feared in the Eastern Wilderness for his "Withering and Flourishing Zen Skills".

Fang Yun's face was extremely ugly at this time, and he didn't dare to say that he would be able to get the innate thunder beast.

"Who am I? It turns out to be you, a savage like Kuang Hao." Lan Qihua said coldly.

"Oh! Blue-faced demon! We meet again."

Kuang Hao grinned and cursed back.

You say I am a savage, then you are a monster. Although your face is not blue, but your surname is Lan, so you are a blue-faced monster.

When Monk Chuan Deng and his group arrived, Zhong Lin frowned suddenly because he sensed a familiar aura from them.

He moved and stood directly in front of the group of monks.

"Buddha has mercy on me. This thunder beast has a connection with my Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Land. I hope you will be kind enough to not block my path."

The monk Chuan Deng chanted a Buddhist name and seemed calm, but his aura was already rising.

"Monk, have you ever seen this man?"

Zhong Lin waved his right hand and condensed the image of Long Zhao in the void with his spiritual energy.

The monk Chuan Deng narrowed his eyes slightly, then shook his head and said, "I have never seen it."

"lie."

Zhong Lin shouted, "If you've never seen him, why do you have his blood and energy?"

After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the monk who passed on the lamp.

The monk Chuan Deng did not move, but the monk Luohan Dao on the left immediately emitted golden light and punched towards Zhong Lin's palm.

boom!
Fists and palms collided, and the violent force swept across, dispersing the thunder around.

The monk to the right of the lantern also roared and suddenly made a move, extending a finger and sliding it through the air. Countless strange runes flowed from his fingertips like fleeting glints. In the blink of an eye, thousands of runes formed into a six-foot-long diamond tablet. The surface of this diamond tablet was covered with countless mysterious runes, exuding a majestic, vast, ancient and grand aura.

This is the "Buddha Stele" in Buddhist martial arts, which depicts the powerful Vajra Buddha who conquers demons and eliminates evil spirits in Buddhist scriptures.

Legend has it that this Buddha has immense power, said to be able to split rivers into land and carry mountains across the sea.

According to the records in Buddhist scriptures, this Vajra Buddha always carves a Buddhist stele, which is called the Vajra Stele, which implies sweeping away evil spirits and stabilizing the world!

The Vajra Stele was completed in the blink of an eye, and the six-foot-long stele exuded an ancient and vast Buddhist power.

"Humph! So what if it's a Vajra Buddha? Break it into pieces!"

Zhong Lin roared angrily, and a huge phantom of an imperial bear appeared behind him, roaring towards the sky, tearing the sky and splitting the earth, and slamming towards the stone tablet with such force that it could break the sky and the earth.

boom!
The terrifying force of the Emperor Bear fell on the body of the Vajra Stele, and both exploded into pieces with a bang.

A huge force erupted, and the air within a radius of hundreds of feet suddenly exploded, like a thunderous sound.

"What kind of boxing technique is this? My Buddhist holy land has three thousand great methods. Among them, the Vajra Power Buddha method is the most masculine and the most powerful. Since I left the temple, I have relied on this method to succeed in everything I do. I have killed countless powerful people. Even a mountain would be shattered and turned into dust after being hit by this stele of mine. How can he resist it?"

The monk Luohandao attacked with a palm strike, but not only did he fail to kill Zhong Lin, but he was shocked so much that his blood boiled, his shoulders shook, and he almost stumbled backwards, and was immediately shocked.

"Be clear-minded, be calm, and take him down."

Chuandeng's face was calm. He gave an order to the Vajra Arhats on both sides and turned his gaze to the innate thunder beast in the distance.

"Powerful Vajra Palm!"

Arhat Mingxin shouted loudly and raised his right palm as if to support the sky. Immediately, a huge Buddha's palm, shining with golden light, pushed upward with an overwhelming Buddha's force.

"The Buddha carved a stele!"

Shoujing Arhat suppressed the shaking blood in his heart and struck out the huge Vajra Stele again.

The two men blocked Zhong Lin's path from the left and right, leaving him no chance to dodge.

hum!
At this moment, a phantom of a powerful Vajra Buddha appeared above the heads of each of them, emitting golden light, and bursts of whispering sounds continuously flowed into Zhong Lin's mind from the phantom.

The void was filled with the sounds of the words "gold" and "hard".

As he heard these two voices, Zhong Lin immediately felt a pious feeling in his heart, as if he was about to kneel down in pain at any time, shave his head and become a monk, and from then on wear plain clothes and eat simple food, always accompanying the ancient Buddha.

"What a strange Buddhist martial art, it can actually control people's minds."

Zhong Lin's thought was cut off by the spiritual realm as soon as it arose, but even so, he could still feel the weirdness of the Buddhist martial arts.

"The Azure Dragon stirs up the sea, and the Azure Dragon attains Nirvana."

Zhong Lin's cold and hollow voice sounded, without any emotional fluctuations in his voice, only a strong sense of pure death.

The next moment, Zhong Lin's figure suddenly disappeared, and a huge green dragon appeared in its place.

Different from the half-human, half-dragon image when he performed the Eight Styles of Azure Dragon before, after practicing the Azure Dragon Mind in Xing Shen Quan Dao, Zhong Lin can already transform into a Azure Dragon and borrow the dragon energy from the unknown.

In an instant, a terrifying aura that changed the color of heaven and earth emanated from Zhong Lin's body on Canglong.

It was a silent force of death in the darkness. This force was pure and empty, without any attributes, only the withering of all things.

(End of this chapter)