History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The young monk sat on top of the white elephant and looked at Yan Zhaoge and said slowly: "The poor monk is naturally inferior to the Puxian Bodhisattva.

"The endless sea is the shore, and the donor should convert to my Buddha as soon as possible."

Yan Zhaoge looked up and down at the young monk.

The two schools of Buddhism and Taoism have different levels of practice and different levels of realism.

Without real hands-on, it is difficult to judge the strength of the other party by observation alone, and it is in which state to change to your own standard.

However, in contrast to other Buddhist martial arts on the scene, this young monk is obviously unusual. The skin exposed outside the monk's clothing has a blue-blue light like glass.

Yan Zhaoge said lightly: "The master laughed, Yan did not plan to shave."

The young monk said: "Several donors left the upper realm and Bi Youtian, and came here. Although they are obsessed with heart and mind, but the talents are necessarily first-class outstanding, but unfortunately addicted to outsiders."

"Junior geniuses like you, the poor monks have spent a few in the past."

"It's not necessary to shave to enter my Buddhist door, as long as there is a Buddha in your heart, there is a Buddha in your heart, and everywhere is a pure land."

Yan Zhaoge's pupil suddenly shrank slightly.

Degree, this word, Yan Zhaoge is not the first contact.

Originally meant to be excessive and pointy.

The Buddha said that all beings are equal, and seeing the clarity of mind, everyone can become a Buddha, seeing himself and witnessing his heart.

But now that the Buddha is detached, the future Buddha will sit in the central whirling world, and as time goes by, the so-called "degree" gradually becomes more meaningful.

Yan Zhaoge has not seen it before, but there are a few simple records in the books of the Book Collection Pavilion in the Heavenly Court.

A few strokes were shocking.

"Naturalization, huh ..." Yan Zhaoge stared at the other person's eyes: "Do you want to forcefully conquer my spiritual will and make me worship the future Buddha?"

The young monk shook his head and said in a warm voice, "It's not forced."

"Every creature has a Buddha nature and is born in the right way. It's just how bitter the world is, and there are countless demons. So some creatures deviated from the right way and entered the demon's outer path."

"My Buddha is compassionate, all sentient beings, and although the donor is outside the path, but the poor monk believes that the donor has the heart to change the evil and return to the right. Listening to my Buddha's statement, when you can awaken the donor's own original nature, convert to my Buddha and return to the right path.

Yan Zhaoge said aloud: "The master is kind, Yanmou has taken it. They all say that the plum blossom fragrance comes from the bitter cold, and Bao Jianfeng comes out from the sharpening. I will stay in this bitter sea for a while. Let's jump out and how to jump When you come out, you do n’t bother.

The young monk smiled: "The donor must not be obsessed, or else he may be addicted forever and cannot be relieved."

He said indifferently: "My Buddha is merciful, and the disciples follow the example. It is better for the poor monks to help the donors. It is also a merit."

With his remarks, a huge white elephant beneath the mountain suddenly raised his front foot, and then stepped down to Yan Zhaoge!

Yan Zhaoge turned a blind eye, and another figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It's still a black and white body, but the look is no longer a simple and silly kind of cute.

Between the flashes of fierce light in his eyes, a low roar sounded, directly overwhelming the grand chanting Sanskrit.

Panpan appeared suddenly, standing in front of Yan Zhaoge, the whole body stood up.

Its body suddenly became larger, and it grew stronger in the wind. It instantly became the height of the sky above the head, and its size was larger than that of the white elephant!

The man stood up and hoped that one of his front paws reached forward, sweeping away the front foot lifted by the white elephant.

The other front paw was raised and hit the white elephant directly with a palm!

In the deafening roar, the huge white elephant like the rolling mountains was beaten by Panpan's claws and then retreated!

Everyone was taken aback.

Then I saw Panpan roaring forward, grabbing one of the white elephant's tusks, and the other paw, grabbing the long elephant trunk!

The white elephant screamed in pain and exploded from the body with great force.

Dragon elephants, dragon elephants, have always been representatives of power.

At this moment the power of the white elephant erupted, and it could easily be turned upside down.

But Panpan grabbed the ivory with his front paws and fell the white elephant to the ground!

The white elephant's huge body hit the ground, and the entire covering world was violently earthquaked at this moment.

The ground around the battle site of the two sides was directly broken and collapsed, and the creatures were painted.

The giant elephant kept struggling, crushing the already fragmented soil beneath his body into a huge abyss.

But no matter how hard it tried, Panpan was firmly pressed to the ground and could not get up.

The blue and blue glazed Buddha lights are constantly flashing, but Panpan shows black holes one after another, swallowing those Buddha lights.

Panpan snarled loudly, and the other claw grasped the trunk of the elephant trunk with force, even tearing off the long trunk of the white elephant!

The white elephant let out an earth-shattering roar, painless, and the struggling power suddenly increased.

Panpan continued to roar and still pressed the giant elephant under his claws!

Everyone stared at this scene with stunned eyes, as if seeing the Buddha's head being twisted off by the big demon.

The young monk's face changed slightly when he hoped to beat the giant elephant back with a palm, and wanted to shoot.

But at the same time, a huge palace appeared above Yan Zhaoge's head.

The door of the hall opened, and a figure flew out of it with lightning, and everyone's sight was almost completely unable to capture its trail.

This figure seemed to completely ignore the space barrier and the passage of time. The first time he appeared, he came to the young monk.

Only the young monk could barely see the other person's appearance, but it was Yan Zhaoge's Beiming avatar.

During the vibration of Beiming Doppelganger's acupoint, boundless power broke out and punched the young monk.

Some young monks can't keep up with the speed of Beiming.

He had no choice but to change, the blue and blue Buddha light around him instantly condensed, as if the essence of the glaze, covering his whole body.

The golden Buddha light from the Tao shines through the glass, forming a solid and indestructible golden body.

Almost immediately, a crack appeared on the surface of the cyan glass.

"Good fierce boxing power, but he didn't find his existence before." The young monk's eyes fell: "It is equivalent to the Daomen Wushu Liusheng, seeing the strongest person in the late peak of the realm."

Facing the Beiming doppelganger, he could no longer control the white elephant, and could only watch the white elephant being knocked over to the ground by Panpan.

Gao Qing and others on the side were equally shocked.

Because they can vaguely tell that Yan Zhaoge's Beiming avatar should actually be Wusheng Wuzhong, seeing the mid-realm of God.

And it should have just broken through to the five realms of Wusheng.

Beiming's avatar was blocked by a punch, his hand was not retracted, and his face sneered: "Great monk, let's go over you with Yanmou."

With that, he changed his fist and changed his claws, and the other hand also caught up.

With his fingers like a chisel, he forcibly penetrated into the blue and blue glaze, and then torn it to the sides!

The piercing crackling sounded, and the pieces of glaze seemed to rain, spilling towards the ground below!