The '卍' character is burned with a light wheel on its head, and the monk in gray robe encourages his true energy and pushes his palms to greet him.

The Tantric Light Wheel collides with the Zen true energy, and the air is immediately extremely solemn. The light Wheel turns slower and slower, and the monk with gray robe even splashes his hair and beards, gritting his teeth and perseveres.

It seemed that time and space were stirred by two true energy, and a terrifying and deformed sound sounded, while the twisted time and space between the monk's palms were as red as charcoal fire!

"Break!" The light wheel suddenly exerted force, smashing the entangled true energy and hitting the door.

The fire surged into the sky, and the monk's beard robe ignited the fire. He shouted loudly and his palms suddenly pressed down.

Click!

The stone slab under his feet shattered, and the true energy in his palm snarled, locking the Tantric Light Wheel to death.

The light wheel was spinning in place between the palms, and the friction between the true energy actually ignited a raging fire! The swastika light talisman was even red as the sun, and the radiated thousands of divine lights even ignited the plants and trees on both sides!

The monks were about to come forward to respond, but unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred!

The edge of the swastika suddenly exploded, and the swelling waves broke through the blockade of true energy in one fell swoop, shocking the gray-robed monk.

He didn't care about his palms bursting and blood flowing. The monk from gray robe groaned and gritted his teeth to use a thousand-pound pendant.

The stone slabs were shattered layer by layer, and a fire dragon rushed straight to the top of the mountain with a gray-robed monk and collided with the Jiming Temple gate!

The gray robe ignited a fire, his palms were as red as charcoal, and his arms were covered with blood tendons. The fire poison invaded the meridians on his arms and rushed straight to the monk's head!

Seeing that the gate of Thousand Years Temple was destroyed, the monk with gray robe roared angrily, his legs were pulled out of the gravel, and his palms were inserted into the flame light talisman!

"Ten directions and perfect enlightenment!"

The fire dragon suddenly turned in front of the temple gate and rushed straight into the air. The shrinking light talisman that had been worn to the limit was then penetrated by palm force and exploded into a ball of fire.

But the fire dragon that had risen to mid-air suddenly ran out of strength and disappeared, leaving only a gray and black smoke pillar.

The stone steps leading to the top of the mountain seemed to have passed by an iron plow, leaving two deep grooves. Everyone was still in shock, and the monk's chest, whose arms were still burning, fell from the air.

"Three junior brother (brother)!" The gray-robed people all returned to the temple gate.

"The Perfect Jue and Marrow Cleansing Sutra?" One of the red robe couldn't help but murmur: "This magical power can indeed force out the Great Power Gang Fire."

He spread his chin and fed a big pill, and then fed the true qi behind him to introduce the magical medicine into the dantian. Soon, the monk with gray robe woke up slowly.

"Shi Tian is ashamed, brothers and sisters, this person is not the Tubo national master." Although his arms were burned away by the fire, the fading blood tendons mean that he had successfully forced out the fire poison, and it was not serious.

"Junior brother, you are the one with the highest martial arts among us, but you are defeated by one move. If this person is not a Tubo national teacher, who else can he be?" The oldest monk couldn't help asking.

"Senior brother, this Great Wheel Kalachakra Hand is not pure, otherwise I would not have been dissolved by the fire poison I forced out."

"Break poison with poison?" Everyone suddenly realized, "The pure Tantric Maharajama seal must be supplemented by pure Tantric mental methods. If the person who uses the Buddha's heart is not pure, there will naturally be 'poison' in this Ganghuo."

While speaking, the man in red robe had already walked up the stone steps and stood in a row and said in unison: "All Zen monks, but some people want to come up and try it?"

As the fire pillar soared into the sky, Nan Fengning felt a terrified in his heart and immediately stood there. She thought it was the old fire monster who was coming. Fortunately, the fire pillar rose quickly and went quickly. Although she was shocked and sweated, she also relieved Wu Ming's siege.

The two hurriedly calmed down and rushed down the mountain.

Still entering through the back door, the two climbed up a corner building one after another, mixed in the little novice monk and looked out of the temple.

"Sanye Dojinba Bell." Nan Fengning said in a deep voice.

"What clock?"

"Dojinba Bell." Nan Fengning sighed, "This person is the Tubo National Master, one of the eight poles."

"Huh? Why are they all born the same? Which one is him?" Wu Ming had excellent eyesight, and his eyes swept through a row of people in red robe, and he discovered the weirdness.

"Strange, why are they exactly the same?" Nan Feng Ning was able to move his eyes and also discovered something strange.

"It seems to be intentional." Wu Ming curled his lips disdainfully.

His ears soon received some conversations. The boy's eyes rolled and he asked casually: "Sister Nanfeng, are there any rumors about him in the world?"

"Sangye Dojinba Bell, Tubo National Master, Living Buddha in the Sangye Monastery, the No. 1 Master of Tantric Buddhism, has mastered the Vajra Huoto Tuo. His unique skills are the Vajra Great Hand Seal, especially the Great Wheel Vajra Hand Hand, which is famous in the Western Regions. The Great Wheel Vajra Hand Hand is one of the thirty-three Vajra Hands in the Vajra Hand Courtyard in the Tantric Teachings, and is also the main deity respected by Tantric Buddhism."

"Is Sangye his surname or his temple name?" Wu Ming was a little dizzy.

"There are rumors in the martial arts world that Tubo people call great monks. They are used to put the name of their mother temple before their name to show respect. Sangye is the name of the temple. "Duojin" means strong and invincible; "Ba" has no real meaning and is used as a conjunction; "Zhong" means so-called brother of so-called "Song" in Tubo language."

Wu Ming scratched his head, "So... the name of the monk means: Xiaoqiang's younger brother who came from Samye Monastery?"

"Puchi!" Nan Fengning couldn't help laughing, "You guy, you are in the eighth place, you can't help but arrange it with sharp teeth."

Wu Ming licked his lips with unfulfilled intentions, "Hehe, I'll just rely on this mouth..."

"You!" Nan Fengning's cheeks flushed, and the red lips under the plain gauze were even more burning.

Seeing that the female arrester seemed to be angry, Wu Ming hurriedly changed his audio-visual, "Sister Nanfeng, since he is Taihao Lingtian, Yumu Zhonglan's clock is already ahead of Lan, why can't he get along with Master Wuyin?"

"No!" The woman slapped the booklet on Wu Ming's forehead, obviously not regaining his anger.

"Hehe!" Wu Ming reached out to take it, turned it over and saw, okay, isn't it the brochure of the Baji master?

Not only is it equipped with portraits, but it also has detailed text introductions, which include everything, which makes the paparazzi in later generations ashamed. When he turned to the last page, Wu Ming immediately understood.

There is a vertical fly head word near the rope: "The ranking is indefinitely, Huang Silang's family sponsorship."

The corner tower is far away from the temple, Nan Fengning can't hear the sound, and he doesn't know what the situation is, so he is a little anxious.

Seeing the woman doing this, Wu Ming couldn't help but ask, "Sister Nanfeng, do you really want Jiming Temple to win?"

"Of course." Nan Fengning replied without looking at it: "If you don't say that Jiming Temple is Dongtu Zen Buddhism, just relying on Master Wuyin to save your life, we should also be loyal to Jiming Temple."

Wu Ming's face froze. After a long time, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had made a great decision: "I am most afraid of human debt in my life. Since that's the case, let's help Jiming Temple!"

"How to help?" After seeing Wu Ming's violent fire on Yun Xie Shen, Nan Fengning really believed him at this time!

"Come with me!" Wu Ming grabbed the beauty Rouyi and rushed downstairs happily.

Looking up at the storm of red sun, a row of men in red robe urged, "Good, good! Dear monks, can you make a decision? Otherwise, can you admit defeat?"

Several men in gray robe clasped their hands in regret, and were about to admit defeat, but they didn't expect a loud shout behind them, "Card!"
Chapter completed!