Chapter five hundred and seventy seventh: Contest
The space-distorting fists hit the Empress, but she stood in the void without even the slightest dodge, and even had a trace of disdain in her eyes.
The sleeves were waving, and the empress waved her hand gracefully. Just when the originally terrifying strong wind was about to hit her, it moved strangely in another direction.
As if he was avoiding the Empress, the Ferry Arhat narrowed his eyes and looked at the Empress. This strength was obviously beyond the Empress's level. After contemplating for a long time, he took a deep breath.
"You haven't done anything for so many years, but after Lin Changfeng appeared, you started to go crazy, which means that your true body should have been born."
This power is extremely strange, and the Ferry Arhat also knows that this is not the empress's own cultivation strength, so there is no problem with this guess.
But the empress raised the corners of her mouth in disapproval, chuckled, and responded: "This emperor has said that it is up to me to break the two God-Sealing Nails myself, or for you to hand them over in person."
He could block his punch with just a wave of his hand. The empress' cultivation level at this time was probably infinitely close to the first level. Faced with such a crazy criticism, the Ferry Arhat was still unwilling to compromise.
"Even if your cultivation is around the first level, it's definitely not that simple to get the God's Nail!" The Luck Arhat was also angry at this time. The empress was humiliating him again and again. If she didn't take action, it would be a good thing for Buddhism.
Bullied.
The Qi in his body was surging, and the surrounding space was shaking. Just the breath he leaked could shatter the space. As he snorted coldly, a bit of gold paint started from the center of his eyebrows, and then spread all over his body.
The Buddha's Vajra Divine Art has been greatly accomplished. His current defense power cannot be easily broken even by a first-class one. Endless golden light bloomed from his body. The Luck Arhat did not rush to take action. Instead, he clasped his hands together and shouted in a low voice:
"Buddhist Dharma!"
A huge golden body of Arhat appeared behind him. The nearly 100-foot-long golden body of Arhat was located on the Foshan Mountain. The terrifying aura fell instantly, and all the Buddhist disciples fell to the ground. This was the pressure from a truly powerful person.
"It depends on whether you can use this punch from me!" The golden body of Dharma behind the Arhat of Fortune raised his hand, charged up a punch and struck it towards the empress.
The space began to shatter, and the terrifying power spread in everyone's hearts. Even the empress was slightly moved at this moment.
She originally thought that she had already done enough crazy criticism, but she never expected that it would be difficult to meet her opponent today.
The Ferry Arhat's attack was infinitely close to the strength of a first-level attack, not to mention that this was in the heart of Buddhism, and he really didn't care about the life and death of all the disciples of Buddhism.
Taking a deep breath, the empress snorted coldly, and the aura on her body began to rise steadily, reaching the peak of the second level in just half a breath, and then she saw a piece of red silk emerging from her sleeve.
"If you give it, you have to give it. If you don't give it, you'll be forced to do something hard!"
Without any hesitation, the red silk and the fist of Arhat's golden body collided, and the terrifying air wave spread to all sides.
The air waves shattered the temples in Foshan and the oasis in the desert. Strong winds blew up and set off a terrifying sandstorm.
When the twelve eminent Buddhist monks saw this scene, their expressions changed dramatically. Who would have thought that the Luck Arhat would choose to take action here? This is Buddhism...
Without giving the twelve people time to think, the second wave of air struck directly after the two exchanged blows. The terrifying power made the twelve people's eyelids twitch wildly.
"Quick! Twelve Vajra Formation!"
The monks guarding the mountain were also angry at the recklessness of the Ferry Arhat, but what could they do? They did not activate the Twelve Vajra Formation when facing Lin Changfeng, but the arrival of their own people required them to activate the formation.
However, the white-browed old monk was missing at the scene. When there was nothing to do, a Buddhist image rose up in a courtyard in Foshan, and then the white-browed old monk sighed, "Foshan cannot fall..."
He expressed his attitude, and upon seeing this, the other eleven people also showed their Buddhist dharma.
Twelve Buddhist images with bright Buddha lights rose up, and then a huge magic circle enveloped the entire Buddhist mountain. Wherever the Buddha's light shone, everything returned to peace.
"The ferrying Arhat is really reckless. In Foshan, how can you
Do it." Finally, someone couldn't help but speak.
Although the others didn't say anything, they also knew that this matter was really reckless. What Duyun Arhat did was completely disregarding Foshan's comfort.
"Hey... the twelve God-Sealing Nails are the most precious treasures of Buddhism after all. The Empress's plan to use the God-Sealing Nails is also deliberately angering the Luck Arhat."
Some people couldn't help but complain, and naturally some people understood right and wrong. The empress simply wanted to completely destroy Buddhism.
Otherwise, we would not have angered the Luck Arhat here and forced the opponent to take action. As we all know, Wufu is a representative who is unwilling to use his brain and has been labeled as reckless and vulgar.
But the Buddhist monks are far more vulgar than the warriors. This is an indisputable fact. After the ten people thought of this, their eyes fell on the mountain guarding monk.
It seems like an accident to despise this guy...
They didn't react last time, but the mountain guarding monk stopped their impulsive behavior. This shows that the mountain guarding monk should still be a wise monk.
Looking at the Ferry Arhat again... everyone just sighed slightly. If you want to say that you have no brains, this one really has no brains at all...
Outside the formation, the Ferry Arhat stood on the spot without making any movement, while the empress took a few steps back. This first confrontation was enough to show that the Ferry Arhat had the upper hand.
He frowned at the Empress. The distance of these few steps made Duyun Arhat very satisfied. He was also a peak second-grade existence, so it was reasonable for the Empress to be inferior to him.
"Your cultivation is indeed very strong, but don't forget that I am a warrior monk, not some Zen master who can only talk!" the Luck Arhat mocked directly.
The ten Zen masters in Foshan all looked unhappy. They could understand the Duyun Arhat mocking the empress, but what did they mean by mocking them? How could they still lie about it?
You must know that their Zen master system also includes Yeming Bodhisattva and Huijing Bodhisattva. Do these people really have no brains at all?
Everyone wanted to refute, but they didn't know how to speak.
Chapter completed!