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Chapter 517: Heart Flame, Light of the Buddha

"Buddha is merciful. The sea of suffering is boundless. Turn back and you will find the shore. Donor Zhong, the Heavenly Sword Holy Land and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Land are on good terms. Please do not do anything you will regret and cause a dispute between the two holy lands."

Monk Chuan Deng endured the pain in his body and slowly sat up, his tone extremely sincere.

"The Buddhists are indeed very clever with their words, and their speech is as eloquent as a lotus flower, but it is of no use."

Zhong Lin took a step and instantly appeared in front of the monk Chuan Deng, pressing his palm on the top of his head.

"I'll kill him if I want to. What can the Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Land do to me?"

Zhong Lin's voice was cold and filled with endless dominance.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The monk Chuan Deng didn't dare to continue speaking. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he had accepted his fate, but his body was constantly shaking, and it was obvious that his heart was not as calm as he looked on the outside.

"Donor, I am willing to tell you Long Zhao's location, and I hope you will spare my life."

The monk Chuan Deng opened his eyes and couldn't help begging for mercy.

"where?"

"at……"

hum!
The monk Chuan Deng's eyes widened and he suddenly shouted, then an ancient bronze lamp appeared above his head and shook Zhong Lin's arm away.

The ancient bronze lamp grew taller in the wind and in a moment turned into a giant lamp. A golden flame burned brightly inside it, illuminating all directions.

The burning flame does not have any temperature, but instead gives people a sense of compassion, tranquility and peace, making people want to extinguish the anger in their hearts and just want to convert to Buddhism.

However, this kind of spiritual method had no effect on Zhong Lin. He had already cultivated the spiritual realm and easily suppressed it.

"The flame of the heart is myriad, the light of the lamp is like a Buddha, shining in all directions, suppressing the evil spirits."

The monk Chuan Deng roared, and all the blood in his body gathered in the ancient bronze lamp. He used his own Buddha blood as oil to burn the flame of the heart of all things, turning it into an infinite illusion that enveloped Zhong Lin.

At the same time, he raised his right palm, and in an instant a golden Buddha's palm condensed from the void. There was a "卍"-shaped rune in the palm of the Buddha's palm. The five fingers were round, and many Buddha's shadows formed on the texture.

"I am the only one in heaven and on earth!"

Rumble!
With a loud bang like the explosion of thousands of thunders, the soil within a radius of hundreds of miles under the feet of the monk Chuan Deng exploded, and an endless hurricane swept across the sky full of yellow earth.

A huge phantom of the Tathagata's body was looming behind him, his blood was roaring, his fist was shaking, and he took a sudden step.

The tall Tathagata body behind him raised his hands and stepped forward with both feet. His whole body shook and formed a huge fist.

A golden light suddenly appeared.

As soon as the fist mark was released, time and space seemed to suddenly stop. All colors, lights, smells, sounds, etc. lost their color, becoming unconscious, without vision or hearing, and thoughts seemed to no longer exist.

Even the people watching the battle from afar seemed to fall into an inexplicable state for a moment, as if the whole world had stopped turning.

"it is good!"

Zhong Lin's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Buddhist martial arts are indeed unique. It's a pity that you met me."

"Sword Domain!"

Zhong Lin uttered these two words softly, and in an instant, the void shook violently, and the sky and earth suddenly returned to clarity. The hurricane that had transformed from the rolling air waves also subsided in an instant.

He lightly pointed his fingers, and endless sword intent rose up, suppressing everything between heaven and earth.

The huge phantom of the Buddha's Dharma body behind the monk Chuan Deng was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; it was crushed in an instant. His finger continued to move forward, gently tapping the monk's eyebrows.

With a clear sound, the divine light in the eyes of the monk Chuan Deng dimmed instantly, turning into a dead gray.

quiet!
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in horror, including Lan Qihua, Kuang Hao, Fang Yun and others who were watching the battle from a distance, their eyelids twitching.

died.

An almighty powerful warrior in the ninth level of the Buddha Realm of Life and Death died quietly in front of him. With such cultivation, he was the top-level existence among the true disciples even in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas. Now he died so casually, and the one who killed him was just a warrior in the sixth level of the Life and Death Realm.

"A Ninth Heaven Bodhisattva Daoist master and two Fifth Heaven Arhat Daoist masters died just like that?"

"This is a serious matter. No holy land can afford to lose these three masters. The Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Land will never let this go."

"Hmph! So what if you're not willing to give up? When competing with people of the same realm, life and death are determined by fate. Monk Chuan Deng's skills are not well-developed, and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Land can't say anything."

The speaker stared at Zhong Lin, towering in the void, with a blazing gaze, his eyes filled with fanaticism. He then took a step forward and spoke loudly, "I am Cheng Xingye of Jianyang Sword Sect in the Sword Domain. I pay my respects to the Sixth Saint Son and congratulate him on slaying a formidable enemy and spreading the power of our sword art. I have seen Chuan Deng and his group stationed in a valley a thousand miles to the southeast. The person the Sixth Saint Son is looking for may be there."

Zhong Lin glanced at the person who spoke and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Jianyang Sword Sect Cheng Xingye?"

"Yes."

"You are not wrong. With my decree, you can find me in the Holy Land."

With a wave of his hand, a white jade token fell into Cheng Xingye's hand.

"Thank you, Sixth Holy Son."

Cheng Xingye took the token, his face full of ecstasy, and he knelt on one knee as if he was pushing a golden mountain or overturning a jade pillar.

Such behavior not only did not arouse contempt from those around him, but instead filled them with envy, and they secretly regretted why they did not have such an opportunity.

This is the Sixth Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land! He is also the heir of the Sword Pavilion. Judging from the powerful performance of the Sixth Heaven killing the Ninth Heaven today, he may even be crowned a king in the future.

Being noticed by such a powerful person is like reaching the sky in one step!

Zhong Lin stood there coldly with his hands behind his back, looking at Kuang Hao and Lan Qihua in the void.

"Lan Qihua from the Ancient Spirit Holy Land, I'm honored to meet Junior Brother Zhong. Junior Brother is mighty."

Lan Qihua's face was full of smiles, and he didn't dare to be arrogant, but he still called him "Junior Brother".

He himself has reached the eighth level of the Life and Death Mirror, and he is a contemporary of Chi Zhonglin, so it is not an exaggeration to call Zhong Lin his junior brother.

Kuang Hao also restrained his arrogance and did not dare to neglect such a powerful figure as Zhong Lin.

"Hello, mad hero from the Thunder Holy Land, nice to meet you, Brother Zhong."

Zhong Lin glanced at the two of them and said in a cold voice, "The Thunder Beast already has a master. You two... step back."

Seeing Zhong Lin's expression, Lan Qihua's face changed slightly. The arrogant man over there was also stunned, and then he became furious. He was even more arrogant than himself.

"If you don't retreat...you will die!"

Zhong Lin clenched his palms lightly, and a shadow of a blue dragon swirled up behind him, merging with the thunder in the void, turning into a winding thunder dragon, roaring and shining with lightning.

"The Blue Dragon Makes Trouble in the Sea" is about cultivating power. After mastering it, one can release one's power outwards, from the inside out, controlling the four directions. With the help of the power of heaven and earth, a pool of water can cause thousand-foot waves.

Although Zhong Lin has not practiced thunder-attributed martial arts, he is born with the ability to control thunder and can turn thunder into power with just a thought.

(End of this chapter)