Chapter 434 The Great Broken Hand

"Why don't you come down to see me?" Suddenly, in the Jinshan Temple, the scene changed. The next moment, Wang Chan turned into a rainbow and fell to the ground. He was already standing in the middle of a tall temple.

This hall, with a wall height of ten feet, covers an area of more than ten mu. The ground is made of gold bricks, paved with tight seams, and the four walls are full of oil painting, immortals and demons, strange.

There is a high platform directly above. At the end of the ninety-nine steps, there is a wide cloud bed, which is golden and yellow. It is completely made of fine gold, inlaid with pearls, diamonds, heavenly beads, cloud beads, turquoise, agate, emeralds and other precious gems. At first glance, I felt that the luxury of this place was unimaginable, but then I found that in this huge hall, there was nothing else, empty, and the effect was like the echo of the valley.

However, these are all external objects, which can't attract Wang Chan's eyes at all. As soon as he fell down, his glasses were already staring at him. A man of about 30 years old sitting in Gaotaiyun** fell down. He was upright, barefooted, dressed in a big red robe, condescending, looking down, with a pair of eyes. The light is bright and clear, and it seems to be able to see through people's hearts at a glance.

"Some time ago, Leifeng Pagoda suddenly flew back for no reason, and there was only a little yuan spirit left in Fahai, which must have been the action of Taoist friends. I've wanted to see you for a long time, but I didn't expect to be approached by my Taoist friend today. I'm really bold. The man suddenly opened his mouth and said, "However, Jumorosh is finally my Brahman's surname. Over the years, there have been a lot of alms, and he has to be blessed by me all my life. Why don't my Taoist friends stop in time, so that you and I won't fight for this?"

"Priest Achanda, this demon destroys my whole family. If I don't break his body into ten thousand pieces, I will never be willing!!" Jiu Moroshi's voice suddenly came out of a green lamp on the high platform. The shape of this green lamp is simple, with a little firelight, as clear as water. Jiu Morosh originally lost most of his essence because of the long journey. When he was covered by this green lamp, he was slowly injected with a wisp of yang and harmony. Suddenly, he was refreshed. Obviously, it was also a strange treasure, which had a wonderful use to nourish people's spirit.

"The enemy should be solved or not. Don't say too much. If this Taoist friend can fight, and I don't even mind what he did, don't you really think that the things secretly made by the Jiumo family can be hidden from several saints?

This A Chanto's face was soft, his eyes were clear, and he was not slow to speak, but he always looked confident and had an insight into everything. As soon as he said the words, Jiu Moroshi immediately was trembling and did not dare to speak.

"Who are you? I heard that there are three Vedic saints in Brahmanism, and there are 16 priests under each door. Which Vedic servant are you? Wang Chan's eyes flashed and asked coldly.

"My name is Ahanda. I once listened to the lecture under the throne of the Vedic saint. Many years ago, I heard the saint talk about the demeanor of the teacher, so I keep it in mind. Previously, all kinds of Fahai have been investigated by the saints, and there are also orders. I hope that Taoist friends can go to the Santa Temple every morning.

"Sure enough!" Wang Chan's heart thumped, and his eyes condensed like a steel needle: "It seems that there must be a fierce battle today. Brahmanism has a long history, and even the thousands of Buddhas have been reborn, but they should be careful."

"I heard that the noble saint has a wise eye to see through the void and see all the unknown. Now it seems that it really lives up to its reputation. If I guess I'm right, you're here just to wait for me, right?

"The master has a great empowerment in heaven, immortality, and I don't know how much magic power there are. I just obey orders and sit here." A Chen Tuo's eyes were meaningful and he smiled faintly. He did not admit it but did not deny it. "Taoist friends, please sit down and talk!" I already know your origin.

"Therefore, I am asked to tell my Taoist friend that those who do nothing will win, and those who do nothing will lose. The road ahead is bumpy, and turning back is the other side. The world is full of yellow flowers yesterday. Why don't you wash away the dust and enter my teaching? You will always be at home.

"Do you even know my origin?" Hearing the words, Wang Chan's eyelids beat, fierce, bright and dark, and his heart surged up like a tide.

"It's no wonder that even the ancestor of Yuan Tu had a lot of praise for the Dalanduo Temple. When he came to this world, it was the first time that someone dared to say that he had seen through my origin!!"

You should know that since ancient times, although there have been many practitioners in the world, there have been countless sects, but only the Bajing Palace, the Sea of Blood, the Overturned Temple, the Temple of Yan Mo Dao, the Falling Palace and the Northern Poland are the six holy places that can dominate the ancient and modern times.

The six holy places represent the gods, fairies, demons, demons, ghosts and gods in this world. They are superior and invincible.

All these six places are all forbidden places in the world. Although they are known to the world, they are ultimately unattainable, illusory and unpredictable.

In addition, there are several sects, which are also inherited from ancient times and have a long history, just like the Heavenly Witch Temple, which was born in Geng Jingzhong, and the Great Rotunda Temple of Brahmanism, which are all in awe.

Dalanduo Temple is far away from Dongyi. Most of the disciples are hereditary. There are noble surnames and cheap surnames. They believe in the divine way, but they have their own system, which is not similar to all sects in Middle-earth.

This Brahman occupies a continent of Borneo. It is a combination of politics and religion, and it has jurisdiction over billions of people. There are also dozens of sects handed down from outside religion, which are also extremely prosperous. Unfortunately, in ancient times, it was obstructed by people with intentions, sects were divided, and the classics of the sect were outflowed. It was taught by the West to get the essence of it. It was bypassed by the class, and combined with the art of Taoist Xuanmen, it was actually reborn and became a Buddha who occupied hundreds of millions of pure land.

Up to now, after countless years, Brahmanism has regained some vitality, which is the only way to come to earth.

"So you want to recruit me!" With a sneer in his heart, Wang Chan shook his head gently.

"The three saints of your religion are all strange people who are not born out of the world. They have incredible magic power. No wonder they can inherit the Taoism, and they will not decline for generations." Wang Chan tilted his head, and then smiled again. "You can also raise tigers and give birth to sects such as the Great Thousand Buddhas."

In a word, the hall echoed. A Canda's face, which had always been as warm as jade, finally completely changed the color at this time.

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The airflow in the whole hall surged on the ground and gathered together crazily, forming an countless dark red vortex. It rotated quickly one after another, crackling, shooting out a fine blue and white electric light. From afar, Wang Chan's sweat brush stood up, as if he had been electrocuted.

Wang Chan spoke straight and went straight. The matter of the Great Thousand Buddhas is obviously touching the eternal pain in the hearts of all Brahmanists.

A Chan Tuo's face was gloomy. Although he was angry, after a while, he did not continue to move. He only stared high on the cloud bed and stared at Wang Chan silently. In his eyebrows, the wind and thunder were raging, and the electric light flashed. Even the back of his head unconsciously appeared a huge yellow aperture, which was hidden. There was a faintly three-eyed and four-handed god of terror sitting cross-legged, and the huge pressure filled the whole hall like a tsunami.

After a while, the two of them looked at each other without saying anything, and the atmosphere between them slowly eased.

A breeze slowly blew from outside the hall, gently brushing the ground under Wang Chan's feet, and immediately rolled up a piece of golden dust. Looking down, the whole hall was ten feet outside the whole hall, except for Wang Chan's body, the gold bricks on the floor had been broken into powder.

It is as dense as dust. As soon as it is blown by the wind, it immediately floats into the air.

Just in anger, the hurricane thunder and lightning immediately ravaged one side. The mana of Ahanduo was really far above the Fahai holding the Leifeng Tower.

It's a pity that all this can't make Wang Chan flinch. His eyes looked at each other coldly, but he was tit-for-tat and half-stepless.

"Is this person Wang Chan? Why do I feel a little familiar when I see him? It seems that they have known each other before! However, this man is afraid that he will be unlucky soon. The majesty of the high priest, even the most fierce demons and the most cunning ghosts in Borneo, will be frightened. The guardian gods in the religion do not dare to look at the high priest. If it hadn't been for a relatively short period of practice, I'm afraid that the Later Dalanda Temple will also be controlled by him. What's the ability of this man that he is not afraid?

In the corner outside the hall, the seven- or eight-year-old child was tiptoe, reaching out and peeking. As soon as he saw the change in the hall, he suddenly shrank back. It seemed that the frightened rabbit got into the hole and dared not look more.

"Everything in the world has its own number. The long river of fate will never stop and care for any people and things! The vicissitudes of life are the way of heaven. After another period of the world, when you look back, what you can see is completely different from what you were at that time. As long as your mind remains unchanged, as always, everything is possible.

A Chantuo's face gradually returned as before, and his eyes looking at Wang Chan became calm again. He spoke like a trickle and waves. He seemed to be describing something that had nothing to do with him. "I can see that you and I should be the same kind of person, and the ultimate pursuit is not Do you want to be able to do what you can't do?"

"The Great Thousand Buddhas can be born in my Brahmanism. This is God's will and cannot be violated, but Brahmins adhere to the will of Brahma, and it will never be depressed because of this. It depends on yourself." Seeing that Wang Chan never spoke and didn't care, he just talked about himself and sighed faintly. There was a wonderful power in his voice that could be convincing.

"What you said has nothing to do with me, and I don't care!"

"Hmm?!" A Chantuo frowned, and the light in his eyes flashed, as if there was thunder and lightning brewing.

Wang Chan slowly raised his head and said, "Achan, you already know that this person doesn't die, and I feel at ease, so it's useless for you to say anything. You saints of Dalanduo Temple, since you know my origin, you should also understand my personality. If you want me to turn war into jade and silk, I'm afraid you don't have that qualification. It's useless to say more. Why don't you see a real chapter under your hand? If you beat me, of course this person doesn't have to die!"

As soon as the voice fell, the body moved, and the man moved forward like shrinking to the ground, and there were five blood lights between his hands, sinking into the depths of the void.

"Well, let me learn about the peerless magic power of the Beidou Heavenly Palace!"

In the face of Wang Chan's sudden action, Ahanduo seemed to have expected it for a long time, but it was still lukewarm. There was no change on his face. He moved his body slightly, put a palm on his knee, jumped up suddenly, and grabbed it into the void.

Hardly block the five-and-seven-kill blood knife flying through the air.

As soon as the thin as the silk knife light went in and out, the distance of hundreds of feet was useless. When it got out of the void, it was less than half a foot away from the palm of A Cantuo's hand. Somehow, it suddenly stopped the situation. Although it was moving, it was visible to the naked eye, and it was easily grasped by A Cantuo's hand.

It's like a flying insect crashing into a spider's web. No matter how you struggle to cut it, the result is useless.

The magic power of Wang Chan's seven killing knives is the most exquisitely practiced. The knife light is like a thread and invincible, but when it falls into the hands of this person, it is equally small, like a wisp of wires of electric light, wrapped in an instant entangled, wrapped in a cocoon, slowly dissipating, and finally there is no sound.

Shengsheng grabbed the light of the five seven-killing knives, and A Chantuo also immediately counterattacked. His body was obviously still sitting on the high platform cloud bed, but it was just a flash, and the void suddenly turned into a figure. Wang Chan only felt a flower in front of him, and saw a sudden explosion of the void in front of him, cracking a big hole, and a full and round big hand suddenly came from it. He poked it out and gently imprinted it on his chest.

In an instant, a huge and unparalleled force rushed into the meridians of his whole body almost savagely. The fine electric light spewed out of his pores all over his body, crazily damaging Wang Chan's body, and even shaking the ecstasy in his ancestral mud pills.

"This man's cultivation has entered the realm of transformation. Although he has not been transformed into a shen, his magical power can go in and out. It's really awesome."

Poo! With flesh and blood intersect, Wang Chan's body was hard first and then soft. His whole body was smashed by this divine force in an instant, and turned into a piece of powder between his fingers. Together with the gold brick powder that had been smashed on the ground for a long time, it was swept up in the air by a huge airflow, and then it immediately turned into a white light rising into the sky.

At the same time, A'an Tuo on the high platform also moved his eyebrows and caught up like a shadow.

In a blink of an eye, he flew to the sky. After an instant, he saw that in the hall, in the sky and the ground, the two guanghuas were entangled with each other. How to make peace, how to rise and fall. The two of them actually gave up their respective magic power with a flick of their fingers. They fought hand-to-hand, and fought two or three hundred moves. They were all punched to the flesh, and they were desperate.

In this world, most of them are gas practitioners who practice the true enlightenment. They all take the way of attracting gas into the body and refining gas into gods. Only by practicing the cost of life and shen can they control greater magical powers and mana. Because the body is perishable, no matter how high the martial arts cultivation is, it will not last for a thousand years at most. It is inevitable that the loess will be cut off and the white bones will end.

But Brahmanism inherits the ancient Taoism, and the cultivation method is definitely different from today's world. Although A'stha is a priest in the religion, he has also formed a shen, but he has practiced the orthodox yoga method since childhood. He takes the body as a boat, and the yuan god is like a guest. The boat is on the sea of suffering. The man and boat are one and cannot be separated. The magic power he practices is the road of the unity of magic and martial arts. A physical body has long been trained with infinite strength, soaring and changing, omnipotent. When fighting against the enemy, depending on the situation, or attacking from afar, or taking close, all of them are infinitely powerful.

This is also a common feature of many large and small sects that have inherited ancient times. Even Wang Chan himself, who cultivates all kinds of magical power, is inclusive and the most important body. Now he is more cultivated into the Taiyin Dharma body, gathering and dispersing at will.

The difference is just that the focus and starting point of each faction are different. The physical strength is to produce more vitality faster and more. It is used to nourish the growth of the vinshen and complement each other. Unlike the current qi practitioners, the practice only focuses on spells and is biased towards one vein. Although it is not clear which is better or worse in the short term, the longer the time, the higher the realm, the gap between them will become more and more obvious. .

A's body shuttles back and forth in the air, looming from time to time, the speed is so fast that it seems to be able to shuttle through the void at will. The body is passing by, bringing up phantoms, which is shocking. Unexpectedly, some people can use their bodies to cast spells like yuan gods.

Seeing the hall, the wind swept everywhere. As A Chantuo's figure turned into a series of whirlpools, large and small, affecting the voids in all directions, and finally even connected, all of them were collusioned by the thick thunder and lightning chains, crackling, and the electric light flashing. No matter what kind of magic power Wang Chan used in front of him, as long as one Being involved in it, it was immediately twisted and ended without disease. Even if there was a particularly fierce one, it was easily crushed by A Cantuo's palm.

In addition to those who have achieved great success, this Ahanda is definitely one of the most difficult opponents Wang Chan has seen since his debut. The strength of his combat power and the attainments of physical martial arts alone are not even much worse than the three saints of the soldiers of the Central Dynasty. Wang Chan has now unfolded all the Taiyin Dharma body, and his body suddenly gathered and scattered, like a ghost moving, but he has never been able to get rid of the entanglement of this person.

After a blink of an eye, A'tuo stretched out another palm, full and round five fingers, flashing a strange light like white jade. Under the movement, a faint light swayed, hitting a trajectory that seemed to be natural.

Five fingers moved out of thin air, and the blue and white thunder suddenly covered the whole palm. The electric light flashed and patted from the air. The void of dozens of feet outside Wang Chan's body immediately solidified, and then suddenly collapsed, broken like glass crystal. Then the hand Shi Shiran pressed through the heavy space and pressed Wang Chan's eyebrows.

"The God's hand is destroyed!"

(to be continued)