Chapter 540 Beat you to death
"Buddha has mercy on me, why do you want to attack me?"
The young monk Channing chanted a Buddhist name, raised his palms horizontally, and crossed his arms with golden light in front of his chest, blocking Zhong Lin's punch.
On the other side, Lan Ming's figure flew across hundreds of miles like a long rainbow, and his blood like glass was scattered all over the sky.
His arm trembled unconsciously, and the crystal clear bones were exposed outside his body, but in just one breath, the wound was completely healed.
"Ah! Die for me."
Lan Ming, who had never suffered such an injury, roared.
Boom!
There were lightning and thunder in the sky, and the terrifying thunder shook the starry sky and the universe at the moment when it rose with his will.
Lan Ming's slender white five fingers moved like flowing water, forming a fist, and punched out in a thousandth of an instant.
"Come on."
Zhong Lin laughed and threw out a punch as well. This punch had no subtle changes, no twists and turns, just a simple and dignified crush.
But under Zhong Lin's endless strength and the blessing of his domineering fist, there was a kind of tyranny that broke time and space and made the world tremble.
Boom!
The collision of the two fists penetrated thousands of miles in an instant, as if a flash of thunder in the dark night tore through the sky, illuminated the world, and crushed down like a mountain.
Zhong Lin's fist was extremely strong and masculine, and his fist print was even stronger and greater, while Lan Ming performed all the changes of thunder in the sky.
When this punch was pressed down, the sky was wailing and shattered under the strong force, and the earth rumbled and trembled. The whole body was pressed down by this punch for dozens of feet, almost becoming a sinkhole.
"Ah!"
Lan Ming only had time to yell out half of his scream before his whole body suddenly exploded, his flesh and blood flew everywhere, and he was blown away by the powerful fist force for hundreds of miles, and fell heavily to the ground.
Bang!
The earth rolled like waves, and the earth and rocks splashed like waves.
As the vitality flowed, Zhong Lin slowly closed his fist, his face calm: "You can't even take my punch, you are really a waste."
"Who are you?"
Lan Ming's red eyes were almost bleeding, and he looked at Zhong Lin with resentment.
Zhong Lin grabbed the Soul Enlightenment Grass with his right hand, and grabbed the grass and mud in his palm.
Looking down at the two of them, he said in a cold voice: "I'll give you two another chance, either defeat me, or I'll kill you."
This time, even the little monk Channing, who had been standing silently by the side, became solemn.
"Buddha is merciful, Amitabha."
The young monk Channing chanted a Buddhist name again, and his body shone brightly in an instant. Ten thousand golden lotuses appeared out of nothing, floating above the sky, and fell down in a grand manner.
Endless golden light emanated from the golden body, illuminating the sky, and for a moment the entire space seemed to have turned golden.
"The young monk and the donor have no grudges, but the donor is so aggressive, so the young monk can only ask for advice."
The sound of the chanting was like a cloud hanging from the sky, vast and boundless, stretching across the sky for thousands of miles, but it is one of the martial arts of the Buddhist realm.
Lan Ming also climbed up from the ground at this time, and the vitality in his body surged, and he recovered all his injuries in an instant.
He walked to the side of the young monk Channing, staring at Zhong Lin with vigilance and resentment, his body flashing with lightning, emitting infinite light, heat and electricity, piercing the sky, and the surrounding space was torn apart. Time stopped at this moment.
Zhong Lin looked at the growing momentum of the two men and his face showed joy, or madness.
"Hahaha, that's it, come on, kill me, or I'll kill you."
Chan Ning and Lan Ming's faces became more and more ugly, and they only had one evaluation of Zhong Lin in their hearts.
Madman.
This is the image that Zhong Lin created for himself in this secret realm, so that he can force the other party to use all his strength without restraint, otherwise it is difficult to achieve the desired effect if he holds back in the fight.
Seeing that this person has not dared to take action, Zhong Lin roared, and the fiery clouds in the sky were instantly swept away by this huge sound wave.
In an instant, Zhong Lin's blood burst, and it was as mighty as the Milky Way, instantly filling the void, and collided with the Buddha's light and thunder thousands of times.
Even if a little bit of it was slightly dissipated, it was like a thunder explosion.
Boom!
Zhong Lin stomped his feet slightly in the sky, and the violent spiritual energy around him burst out with a strong force, instantly squeezing the void.
Huh!
His arm went straight up, and divine light flowed between his five fingers. It changed thousands of times in a ten-thousandth of a second. It was the Form and Spirit Fist.
It looked like an ordinary move, but it contained the meaning of perfection. He had already mastered the entire Form and Spirit Fist.
As soon as this punch was thrown, the space of ten thousand miles made a series of wailing sounds under this punch. The air was crushed and collapsed by this strongest and purest force. An energy that could return everything in the world to nothingness was expanding rapidly.
No mistakes, one sentence, one release, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!
As this punch was thrown, the sky and the earth changed color, and all the brilliance between the sky and the earth was taken away by it.
The surging fist intent was like the Milky Way pouring back, and thousands of mountains collapsed and shattered. The power instantly filled the sky for thousands of miles, and the sky and the earth were shaking.
"Zhan Ning Bald Donkey, attack together, or we will all die."
Lan Ming roared, grabbed the void with his right hand, and then a silver-white divine sword appeared in his palm.
The sword body vibrated randomly, and the space on all sides continued to break. With a random sword gesture, thunder was transmitted from the void in all directions and gathered on the sword body.
Then the thunder on the sword body turned slightly, and it turned into five-clawed thunder dragons, shouting everywhere and spitting out spherical lightning.
"All heavenly thunder methods, life thunder is born, cut it for me."
Lan Ming roared, and the violent thunder dragon rushed towards Zhong Lin frantically. Thunder in the void continued to gather, and its size was not huge. In a moment, it turned into a huge dragon of a hundred miles.
The little monk Channing also chanted a Buddhist name, raised his palm, pinched the seal, and slowly pressed it down.
This palm seemed ordinary, but it seemed that you could clearly see the stars turning, mountains and rivers, and glaciers and polar regions, just like there was an endless world in this palm.
As if the heaven and earth could not bear its weight, it enveloped the sky, the ground, the four fields and the eight wildernesses in an instant, freezing and blocking all changes in time and space.
"The Buddha is dead, all spirits are extinguished, the palm of annihilation of all Buddhas."
The monk Channing made a cold sound, and the palm of the Buddha slowly pressed down. It seemed slow, but it encompassed the entire world. The overwhelming pressure had not yet descended, and the space seemed to sink together, as if the world was smashed by a palm.
"Hahaha, come on."
Zhong Lin laughed wildly at the sky, and his fist came with a bang.
Boom!
Boom!
A huge collision sound began, and the sound of roaring, breaking, and bursting of vitality turned into a wave that seemed to swallow the sky and the earth.
Break! Break!
Collapse! Collapse!
