Mo Donglin looked at Luo Fu with disbelief, his expression changing.
The Qiankun Immortal Killing Code, the sub-immortal-level sect-suppressing technique of Tiandao Wuliang Pavilion.
This technique contains a total of three attributes: Taoist attributes, Buddhist attributes, and Confucian attributes.
What Mo Donglin used was the Tao attribute technique.
However, the Tao attribute skills are also divided into nine types of moves.
Sanqing Immortal Killing is one of the nine types, and it is also one of the nine types of moves that Mo Donglin selected.
Because they obtained the sub-immortal level skills and went to the inner sect competition, they didn't have much time left to practice, so they couldn't learn all nine.
Mo Donglin chose the Three Purities Killing Immortals in order to restrain Luo Fu's Sumeru Buddha!
His Wuji Xiaoyao Fan was also used to specifically restrain Luo Fu's Sumeru Buddha.
It can be said that he was deliberately targeting Luo Fu.
but now.
Luo Fu actually said that in addition to the Sumeru Buddha, he also knew more Buddhist-attributed exercises!
Shao Qing, then Mo Donglin suddenly became angry and shouted at Luo Fu: "You are the one who is pretending to be a ghost in front of me!"
"I have already investigated you clearly. Your Sumeru Buddha only has two moves in total!"
"The first move is a palm technique falling from the sky, with infinite power."
"The second move is the advanced Thousand Buddha Palm. A single palm is not as powerful as the first move, but it is better because there are many Buddha palms."
"I don't believe it. At the age of sixteen, you can still practice such a powerful technique to the third advanced level!?"
"Yes, you will know if what you say is true or false once you try it!"
After saying this, Mo Donglin held the Wuji Xiaoyao fan, pointed the fan towards Luo Fu, and waved it violently.
In an instant, three phantoms of monks ten feet tall immediately held flying swords and launched a fierce attack on Luo Fu!
The power of Tao has always been comparable to the power of Buddha, and each has its own merits.
Although the three phantom monks rushed towards Luo Fu very quickly, they were not rushing blindly.
Instead, every monk's shadow is sprinting, walking with the seven stars under his feet!
Somehow, this pace is in line with the rhythm of heaven!
With every step he took, the flying sword in the hands of the monk's shadow became more powerful!
The more steps you take, the more powerful your flying sword will be!
When the three monks took seven steps out, the power of the three flying swords was so powerful that the space around the sword's edge was distorted.
This is under the premise that Feijian did not make any chopping action!
As long as the flying sword exists in space, it can achieve the power of distorting space!
This technique is indeed extraordinary.
It sounds slow, but in fact, with the blessing of the Wuji Xiaoyao Fan, these seven steps were taken extremely fast.
Almost in less than one breath, he completed seven steps.
Mo Donglin's main focus is attack speed, and he wants to kill Luo Fu before the palm of the Buddha comes!
After the seven steps are over!
Whoosh!
The shadows of the three monks disappeared on the Taoist platform in an instant.
Only the disciples of the inner sect who have reached the Great Perfection of Palace Soul can see that the three monks have actually turned into three extremely fast afterimages.
Three afterimages attacked Luo Fu from different directions at the same time.
There was no time left for Luo Fu to use his skills at all.
"So fast!"
"Each of Mo Donglin's monk shadows is as fast as Wang Zhonghai's Night Leopard!"
"But Wang Zhonghai only has one Night Leopard, while Mo Donglin has three phantoms!"
In the blink of an eye, the shadows of three monks came to Luo Fu with flying swords in hand.
Three flying swords slashed down at Luo Fu crazily.
call out!
At the same time, Luo Fu's figure suddenly disappeared under the attack of three flying swords!
"Zhankong!?" Mo Donglin's pupils shrank and he said solemnly: "Can you dodge the attacks of three swords!?"
Immediately afterwards, bursts of chanting and Sanskrit sounds suddenly sounded from the Taoist platform!
After hearing the sound of chanting sutras, Mo Donglin immediately felt something and hurriedly raised his head to look at the sky.
He knew that when the sound of chanting appeared, the Sumeru Buddha in the sky would also condense.
Mo Donglin gritted his teeth angrily and said in a deep voice: "Damn little beast, he still successfully performed the Sumeru Buddha Kung Fu."
"But it doesn't matter, even if he condenses the Sumeru Buddha, he will still be dead!"
"His Buddha Palm is so fast..."
"What the hell!"
"What it is!"
When Mo Donglin was shocked by what he saw in front of him, all the inner sect monks in the audience were also shocked by the scene in the sky and their scalps were numb!
In the sky, the Great Buddha Sumeru that was supposed to appear did not appear!
Instead, a circle appeared above the platform...
Golden Arhat!
Moreover, there are as many as eighteen golden Arhats!
The eighteen golden Arhats sat cross-legged in the sky, forming a large circle and surrounding the entire Taoist platform.
When Mo Donglin saw this, veins popped out on his forehead and he yelled: "Fuck! Luo Fu, you damn fool lied to me!"
"This is not the advanced form of the Great Buddha Xumi. This is simply another completely different technique!"
Everyone was shocked!
That's right, these are basically two different techniques, not different moves of one technique!
The name of Sumeru Buddha's technique is called Divine Art of All Heavens, A Lonely Boat in the Sea of Suffering.
And what Luo Fu is currently using is the divine art of the heavens - the immortal golden body!
"I'm crazy, Mo Donglin condensed three phantoms."
"Luo Fu, a total of eighteen of them were gathered together at once!"
"What the hell kind of skill is this!"
On the platform.
Luo Fu, who disappeared, suddenly appeared again.
His whole body was filled with boundless Buddha nature, and his whole body was shrouded in a holy Buddha light.
Gujing Wubo's eyes were slightly raised, a pair of starry eyes scanned the shadows of the three monks, and said calmly: "Competing for quantity or speed?"
"I'll help you."
After saying this, Luo Fu raised his arm and pointed at the shadows of the three monks.
Suddenly!
Just when Mo Donglin was shocked, the eighteen golden Arhats in the sky who were originally kind and kind-hearted, suddenly all... opened their eyes angrily!
Immediately afterwards, eighteen golden Arhats descended from the sky and jumped onto the Taoist platform.
Eighteen golden Arhats, each 800 feet tall, with golden light reaching into the sky.
Moreover, like Mo Donglin's monk shadow, the eighteen Arhats also shrank rapidly, all shrinking to about ten feet.
Immediately following, the Eighteen Arhats immediately attacked the three monks with angry eyes.
An Arhat, the divine power of the Buddha in his body condensed in his palms, faintly transformed into the shape of a dragon head, and hit a set of Dragon Subduing Palms!
An Arhat, the divine power of the Buddha in his body was condensed between his fists, and turned into two tiger heads, performing a set of Fuhu Fist!
An Arhat, holding a purple gold Zen staff...
An Arhat, holding a demon-conquering pestle...
Eighteen golden Arhats, each showing his power!
Dragon Subduing Palm!
Roar!
A long dragon with the Buddha's divine power suddenly rushed out and let out a thundering roar.
The long dragon instantly arrived at the feet of the three monks' phantoms, followed by the dragon's body and its tail swinging, sweeping the three monks' phantoms into the sky.
Roar!
Fuhu Fist, punching the three monks' phantoms with both fists, the fists turned into tigers, and suddenly exploded when they hit the monks' phantoms!
The flying swords in the hands of the three monks were blown to pieces!
Immediately afterwards, another sixteen golden Arhats swarmed up.
Various weapons hit the three phantoms of the monks one after another, blasting the three phantoms into chaos on the spot!
Than speed?
Mo Donglin's shadow of a monk is not enough.
Than quantity?
Mo Donglin's three phantoms were nothing compared to Luo Fu's eighteen phantoms.
Luo Fu, with only half a breath, defeated Mo Donglin, the proud Sanqing Immortal Killer!
The entire audience couldn't help but stand up from their seats.
An inner sect disciple pointed at Luo Fu's eighteen golden Arhats and said in shock: "Haha, haha, haha! The eighteen Arhats condensed by Luo Fu can actually use Kung Fu!?"
"This is really a ghost! In my life, I have never heard that a shadow condensed by martial arts can actually perform martial arts!"
Kung Fu, know how to use Kung Fu!
What a ridiculous reality!
The ten major sects within the inner sect, with their proud sub-immortal-level skills, faced Luo Fu’s heavenly magic...
In terms of subtlety and profundity, they were all blown away to the point where not even the dregs were left.
"Ah ah ah, I don't believe it!"
On the Taoist platform, Mo Donglin roared angrily. He immediately waved his Wuji Xiaoyao fan and shouted: "Three Pure Killing Immortals!"
Whoosh!
In an instant, with the blessing of three times the speed of performing the technique, three more phantoms of the monks were condensed.
Then Mo Donglin roared: "Tiangang Beidou Formation!"
The three monks' phantoms no longer fought independently this time. Instead, the three of them gathered together and circled each other at a unique pace.
On the Taoist platform, the thousand-foot-long Bagua diagram suddenly shone brightly!
Immediately afterwards, an upside-down "big bowl"-shaped formation barrier condensed.
The huge barrier enveloped the three monks and Mo Donglin, protecting them tightly.
When the barrier was formed, Mo Donglin laughed ferociously: "Luo Fu, you can't break my heaven..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Donglin was dumbfounded again.
The eighteen Arhats in front of me actually stood one on top of the other!
In an instant, eighteen golden Arhats formed a "human wall".
At the same time, each of the Eighteen Arhats released a massive amount of Buddha's divine power.
The divine power of the Buddha condensed into a rod that reaches the sky and the earth, the demon-subduing pestle!
call!
The demon-subduing pestle suddenly lifted up, reaching a height of 1,500 feet!
Especially, when the demon-subduing pestle was lifted up from the Taoist platform, it actually pulled and moved the space with a radius of two thousand feet!
The two thousand feet of space was like a curtain, being pulled in one direction.
As the space was twisted and pulled, Mo Donglin himself in the space was also lifted up.
Mo Donglin was shocked!
What a heaven-defying power!
Just the movement of lifting the pestle has such terrifying power.
Opposite him, Luo Fufeng calmly raised a finger and waved towards Mo Donglin: "Give it to me and kill him."
call!
The 1,500-foot-long demon-conquering pestle, which reached the sky and penetrated the earth, followed Luo Fu's fingers and struck down at Mo Donglin, destroying the heaven and the earth!
boom!
The Subduing Demonic Pestle hit the Tiangang Beidou barrier and immediately shattered the large bowl-shaped, extremely solid barrier!
Immediately afterwards, the Sky-Bearing Demonic Pestle was raised again, and for the second time, it struck at Mo Donglin, who had no protection.
"Ahhhhh!"
Mo Donglin's face turned pale, and he shouted in horror: "I admit..."
He wanted to throw in the towel.
However, the word "lose" to admit defeat had not yet been uttered.
The demon-subduing pestle that was smashed down suddenly accelerated!
The demon-subduing pestle accelerated and crashed down at three times the speed!
"How dare you, Luo Fu!" Bai Xianhe was shocked and angry, pointing at Luo Fu and yelling.
Regarding Luo Fu's practice of not giving Mo Donglin a chance to admit defeat, Bai Xianhe was furious.
However, Mo Donglin himself didn't have time to finish the three words "I surrender", so how could he have the chance to finish Bai Xianhe's angry rebuke.
boom!
The moment Bai Xianhe spoke.
The demonic pestle that reaches the sky has already crashed on the Taoist platform.
The shadows of three monks, including Mo Donglin, were smashed into powder by a pestle!
Flesh and blood flying everywhere!
The entire Taoist platform was bounced three inches off the ground by this pestle!
"hiss……"
The whole place gasped.
"I, I'm fooled. The Taoist platform for the inner sect's competition is ten times stronger than the outer sect's Taoist platform!"
"The power of Luo Fu's pestle actually made the Taoist platform jump to the ground. It's amazing!"
On the platform, after powerfully killing Mo Donglin, Luo Fu's calm eyes swept towards Bai Xianhe in the sky: "I'm sorry, I killed him too fast. What did you just say?"
