Chapter 613 Convergence

The elephant was invisible and loud. The blow of both of them did not cause a loud roar, but quietly and quickly interweaved and melted, making a void collapse into a piece of paste. In this blow, Moke did not rely on the innate spiritual treasure, nor did he use the strong body and other means. He only relied on his own Dharma magic sense, and the platinum Buddha light, like the Buddha of all Buddhas, after blooming, actually offset the woman's three palms and formed an even posture.

As fleeting as a streamer, the two horrible forces quickly melted with each other, and the woman was astonished, and Moke's face showed an epiphany, with bright white gold pure Buddha light all over his body, which was extremely holy and admirable. At this moment, the pure essence of Buddhism circulated in his mind. The three life scriptures of ten thousand Buddhas were the source. Three thousand Buddhas were shaken together. The Buddha's voice and Zen sang like tide, and his eyes naturally showed wisdom like a wise man.

At this moment, Moko's posture and situation are very similar to his mysterious master.

There is no trace of miscellaneous thoughts. Taking the Three Life Sutra of Ten Thousand Buddhas as the source, a pure and thorough feeling ripples in the heart. Three thousand Buddhist scriptures are constantly resounding, ups and downs. Every time it rings, Moke has a new perception. Every time it rings, Moke has a kind of enlightenment. At such a moment, Moke has such a deep understanding of the true essence of the Buddha, which is very organized. Even some of the mysteries of Buddhism that have been enlightened by the original quietness have been completely transformed into his own use and integrated into the three thousand Dharma.

In those years, Moke's mysterious master evolved a bodhi tree in his Buddha's country with infinite merit and golden light. There were 3,000 bodhisattvas on them, each of which contained a kind of Buddhist mystery. At this moment, he finally began to integrate and was truly enlightened by Moke.

seemed to be very long, and in an instant, Moke felt that the power of Buddhism he used was blending with each other and turned into a white golden river, changing and rolling, containing infinite Buddha's true essence, and began to rapidly concentrate, and there was a trend of infinite cohesion.

Moke's situation at this moment is a sign of the achievement of the great Bodhisattva of the ancient Buddha. The fusion of Buddhism in his body, infinite concentration, and finally turned into a relith.

"Rumble..."

Naturally, a strong, noble, compassionate and unspeakable power burst out on Moke and intensified, extending in all directions, full of magnificent taste.

At this moment, the two forces that the two have just hit with all their strength have melted seven or eight points, except for a paste-like area, which is extremely calm. Nevertheless, eight people, including the woman, could not calm down.

The six powerful Luo Jinxian who had just been injured by Moke used their own means, either releasing magic weapons or launching magic powers to block the momentum released by Moke at this moment, and their faces showed a farrowing look. But the man, who was slightly weaker than the hypocrite, showed naked envy in his eyes.

"Hua Miaoran, this is a sign of promotion to the Great Bodhisattva. This person's potential is terrible. He just hit you with all and did not fall behind at all. He is not a pseudo-saint. It seems that this person's Buddhist magic power is very horrible. Similarly, it is difficult to promote directly. You can't let him get what he wants!" A man like a big man spoke coldly, with jealousy and sadness in his eyes.

"Ingenital Fist, break it!"

The opportunity was fleeting. This big man, who was only weaker than the pseudo-saint, shouted loudly. He was tall and towering, as if he wanted to lead the world. In one move, he had cleverly come to the front of Moke, and countless shadow fists bombarded out.

Boom! Rumble! Rumble!

In an instant, the big man punched 49 times in a row! The fists were shrouded in 49 acupuncture points on Moko's body. These 49 fists, like dragons like tigers, wolves like leopards, like meteors hitting the ground, like disasters falling from the sky, can be said to be the essence of power. At the same time, it was agile, like an antelope hanging its horn, and there was no trace. Moke hit another punch other than 49 fists, the fiftieth fist!

Gu Shuyun, the number of Dayan is fifty, go to forty-nine, and get one, fifty, which is the congenital number of perfection. The great man, this innate heavenly fist, follows this mystery in the dark.

This punch is simply a magic stroke. No one can describe the invisibleness of this punch, the agility of this punch, the nothingness of this punch, the horror of this punch, and the perfection of this punch.

This fifty punch seems to be a punch that does not exist at all, and the escape punch has infinite terror power.

Boom!

The big man punched out, which was simply staring at the world and was unstoppable. Naturally, there was a breath of hegemony. The weather and waves all over his body tore the surrounding void into a turbulence, turning into a spiral of the Milky Way, constantly flowing and rising.

Under this fiftieth punch, it seems that everything is irresistible and must be torn apart.

The face changed slightly, and the pseudo-sacred face called Hua Miaoran changed slightly, shaking slightly, like colorful butterflies flying. With a wave of the jade hand, a snow-white handkerchief suddenly flew up, dripping and spinning, and had already landed on the heads of six great Luo Jinxian.

At the same time, the unparalleled punch of the big man has been completely bombarded.

When the Han hit the fiftieth punch, in fact, Moke reached the most important moment of escape. The mystery fused into the Buddha's river was solidifying, concentrated, and had turned into the size of a basin. However, there was a sense of succession in his body. It seemed that the Buddha's power in his body was not enough to promote.

This situation is really a little apprehended. You know, Moke's Buddha power today is born from the three Buddhas of ten thousand Buddhas, and it integrates a large number of chaotic ancient spirits, and the wishes of all sentient beings can't provide enough support. For this situation, Moke was slightly awe-inspiring and suddenly became clear. This time, his integration can be said to be mixed with three thousand Buddhist scriptures of Buddhism. Taking the Three Life Sutra of Ten Thousand Buddhas as the source, it is naturally difficult.

After the subsequent weakness, the mystery of the Buddha condensed to the size of a basin suddenly dispersed and turned into a white golden river again, flowing into Moke's body.

Moke suddenly opened his eyes. Although he was not promoted to the Great Bodhisattva this time, his strength rose again after a refinement and cohesion. And what greeted him with this joy was the terrible and domineering punch of the world.

Fifty fist, a fist that escapes, a congenital fist!

"Amitabha..."

With a big compassionate smile on his face, Moke slowly stretched out a finger, and his fingertips suddenly bloomed a bright white and golden Buddha light, like running water. Then a white and golden lotus flower bloomed out, bright and vivid, gently trembled, already dreamlike and met the pair. A horrible punch in the face.

"Amitabha..."

A clear sound of Buddha's praise, and then 3,000 voices of Amitabha Buddha sounded in unison. The white and golden lotus flowers with a mysterious Zen meaning, rotated slightly, and white and golden lights bloomed. All of them were thumb-sized white and golden Buddhas. These golden Buddhas, thousands of them were lifelike and alive. Flexible, facing the horrible fifty punches.

In an instant, the world seemed to have been destroyed at this moment, and the power of terror permeated, the void was full of light, white and golden Buddha light, horrible fists, intertwined with each other, and the situation was incomparable, magnificent and vast.

rumbling.....

In the roar, the white golden Buddha light soared, and a strange lotus fragrance was permeated. A mouthful of blood spewed out by the big man, and his face turned pale in an instant. None of these, the gray airflow that originally permeated the big man also collapsed together!

Obviously, this gray airflow blocked the strange forces here and collapsed, which also affected the big man, and his face became more and more embarrassed.

"Go quickly!"

Hua Miaoran's delicate face changed again. She shouted and brushed her body and flashed. She had come to the side of the big man. As soon as she threw her jade hand, a ball of colorful flowers bloomed and suddenly shrouded her in it. At the same time, the snow-white handkerchief that protected the six golden immortals was also magnificent.

"Amitabha... Dear benefactors, please stay." Speaking indifferently, Moko has a feeling of light wind and clouds.

While opening his mouth, Moke moved and came to the side of the six Daluo Jinxian. His palms were raised and filled the earth, turning into a huge golden Buddha's palm. He skillfully pinched it into a huge fist seal. As soon as the punch print came out, the six Daluo Jinxian suddenly had a suppressed trance. Cut color, light, smell, sound, etc. have lost color and become unintentional, eyeless and earless, and thoughts seem to exist.

This is an ancient boxing seal in Buddhism. Once the fetus hides the Buddha seal, once it is unfolded, the caster immediately falls into a state of thoughtlessness, no thought, and no imagination.

"Kka! Click! " click!"

The snow-white handkerchief cracked quickly and seemed to be unable to withstand this terrible pressure. The six golden immortals roared and used their own means, as if they were afraid of Moko's way.

"Wind and fire banana fan!"

Hua Miaoran shouted, and a large leaf banana fan suddenly appeared in the jade palm, showing a green and red color. There was an ancient chaotic atmosphere on it, which clung and suddenly incited it.

The wind and fire banana fan is a spiritual root banana tree at the beginning of the flood. Two leaves were symbiotic, both of which turned into innate spiritual treasures. One is the famous banana fan, and the other is the wind and fire banana fan.

The wind and fire banana fan can attract the evil wind, natural disaster and divine fire, which is extremely horrible.

"Rumble..."

The horror roar swept, and Moke put his hands together to urge the wind beads and the fire to alchemy, allowing the wind and banana fan to incite the earthly fire breeze, and he did not move. However, after all, he transferred some of his power, and six Daluo Jinxian broke out together, which shocked him all of a sudden.

"Photo!"

As soon as his heart moved, a golden streamer flew out and chased away. This golden light was Moke's innate spiritual treasure bundle of fairy rope.