One Punch Man's Unlimited Luck

He sighed slowly, and slowly Jiejia fell to his seat, with a solemn and compassionate expression on his face, his left palm opened, palm up, and the back of his hand resting on his knees.The spiritual breath that splits all obstacles goes straight to the depths of people's hearts.

Chapter 98

"What a wise fist!" Xing Tao praised, "Cut!"

When the Qi Jin of Zhi Quan Yin attacked Xingtao, Xing Tao seemed to have formed an invisible and intangible Excalibur, which was invisible and untouchable. The highly concentrated Qi Jin of Zhi Quan Yin was completely in front of the Excalibur. It can't stand a blow and was cut directly.

A look of horror appeared on Master Mantra's face, and after a short confrontation, he had already understood what Xing Tao had proved.It is a kind of swordsmanship that never advances, never retreats, and cuts through all thorns. The road ahead is full of endless killing, killing and destruction.

Those who block the way, kill without mercy!

God blocks and kills gods, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!

Even if it is the world, it is still correct!

This kind of swordsmanship, let alone changing his thoughts, even if he gave birth to such thoughts, he would kill him with a single sword.

"What a terrible kendo!" Master Shingon was secretly horrified, "Even after a hundred years of hard work, I have never seen such a horrible person. No! He is no longer a human, he dedicated everything he has to the sword. , He is simply an invincible sword!!"

"Buddha Amitabha!" Master Mantra chanted the slogan in vain, "If you let the donor win the world, I am afraid the world will be destroyed. Old monks are not talented, and I would like to feed demons with their bodies!"

As soon as the voice fell, his hand formed the shape of a treasure bottle, and the seal of the treasure bottle suddenly appeared, rotating at high speed, containing the two qi of yin and yang. It was perfect and perfect. However, there is no shortage of inexhaustible wisdom, and the treasure is solemn.

"Cut!" Xing Tao said this word indifferently, and suddenly in the void, all the aura of Master Mantra was cut by this sword.

"What a great kendo!!" Shi Qingxuan on the side was shocked again when he saw Xingtao's sword. "He can cut the world with his own sword intent. I really don't know how he cultivated it. Moreover, the Dao Mind’s Demon Great Fa does not seem to have changed his character at all!"

"Is his kendo so pure?" Shi Qingxuan asked inwardly.

The mantra master sighed slightly, and produced the sun-wheel seal, like the bright sun and the earth, the solemn Dharma like the big sun, fearless and fearless, without self and no form, the sun-wheel seal comes in brilliantly, unstoppable, bursting. , It is bound to break Xingtao's defense.

"cut!"

Xingtao is still a "cut" character, no matter how the mantra handprint of the mantra master changes, it is still cut by a sword.He didn't use any of his own sword essence, but only contained his own sword meaning in this voice, using the voice as a sword to forcefully cut through all the momentum of his opponent.

Master Mantra revealed a look of suspicion, uttered a loud and sorrowful Buddha's name, did not make the fundamental seal, did not show the Dharma of the King, wiped out the demons, and manifested magical powers.

Fudo Ming Wang Qi vowed to say, "Those who see my body develop bodhicitta, those who hear my name will cut off evil and cultivate goodness, those who hear my law will gain great wisdom, and those who know my heart will become Buddha." Master Shingon bears this seal and produces wisdom sword.To cut out all worries and have the power to reduce demons, it can be said that he has exerted all his power for hundreds of years.

"Zhan!" In the face of Master Mantra's Fudo Mingwang Seal, Xing Tao's expression remained unchanged, still a slash.

At this moment, Master Shingon only felt that his Ming Wang's art was directly broken by the opponent's sword, and Fudo Ming was really unable to move.

"laugh!"

Suddenly, there was a soft sound, and the monk's robe on Master Mantra was split in vain.After all, he didn't stop it all this time.

"Amitabha!!" Suddenly, a Buddha's name came in from outside the door.

Shi Qingxuan turned her head and looked out, only to see four monks walking in together.

The voices of the four monks are different, with different tones. They are soft, bright, vigorous, and dumb, but when combined, the voices of the four monks are like the twilight drum and the morning bell, shaking the palace, and awakening those who are obsessed with the suffering of the world as their spring and autumn dreams. Come, realize that life is just a spring dream!

"It turns out that the four great holy monks are here too!" Shi Qingxuan saluted, "Qingxuan has seen the four great holy monks!"

Each of the four great monks in this world is a very terrifying great master. Master Jiaxiang of the Sanlunzong practiced the profound art of dry Zen and the one-finger Zen; the great perfection stick technique of the Emperor Huayanzong is pervasive and irresistible; The Dharma hands of the four ancestors of Zen Daoxin and the palm of the heart of the wisdom master of Taizong are not inferior to the Sanshou Bapu of Ning Daoqi.

"There are four more stupid monks here who think they are above the common people!" Xing Tao said lightly, "It seems that Buddhism has indeed reached the point where it must be reformed, to make this kind of disgusting people."

"I just don't know if you are coming by yourself, or if you have received the instructions of Cihang Jingzhai?" Xingtao glanced back and asked directly.

Master Jiaxiang said in his deep and hoarse, but clear, loud voice: "The star donor has the courage to know people, but if he can stop fighting, he will be of infinite merit." He did not answer Xing Tao's question, but said something. If it is ambivalent.

"I said, I hate these things that people are not humans, ghosts are not ghosts!" Xingtao sneered, "Is it because the shit master has been sitting for a long time and can't speak human words? No wonder you all have to come over today. Don't you want to plow the fields like ordinary people, for fear that this will damage your reputation as a'master'?"

"But I will leave the words here today. All the privileges of Buddhism must be revoked. You don't want to starve to death, and go farming for me!" Xingtao was not polite to these old monks, "What kind of shit, infinite merit? Except the world. Outside of the people, who can condemn my merits and demerits? Even if the Tathagata Buddha himself came to condemn me, I would cut off his head with a single sword!"

"If you don't want to die, just get out of me!" Xing Tao scolded these people without any psychological burden at all.

"Master Mantra's luck points are 300,000, and these four old monks have 250,000 luck points. Together, they have 1.3 million luck points." Xingtao said to himself, "It's worthy of Buddhism. The bosses of the various factions, this luck point is really high, and they are better than some warlords. This also shows the power of Buddhism!"

Jiaxiang’s long, withered face did not see the slightest mood swing, his dry hands protruded from the broad gray sleeves, his right hand was standing upright, and his left hand resting on the bottom. He said indifferently: “The defeat of the star donor today lies in our overconfidence. I have never fought with anyone in the past 20 years, and I have had a hard time starting to fight. But it is a matter of life in the world, please forgive the poor monk for offending."

"It seems that you were not inspired by Cihang Jingzhai!" Xing Tao chuckled, "It is pitiful. If you had a breath with Cihang Jingzhai before you started, you would know how stupid you did today. Things!" As soon as the voice fell, Xingtao's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Chop!", "Chop!", "Chop!", "Chop!", "Chop!"

Xingtao quickly spit out five "cut" characters from his mouth.

As soon as the first word "Zhan" came out, the mantra master in front of him vomited blood and flew away; when the second word "Zhan" came out, Master Jiaxiang vomited blood and flew out; the third "Zhan" As soon as the word came out, the Venerable Emperor Dixin vomited blood and flew upside down; as soon as the fourth word "Zhan" came out, Master Daoxin vomited blood and flew upside down; when the fifth word "Zhan" came out, Master Wisdom vomited blood and flew upside down.

In just an instant, the five Buddhist masters were all defeated by Xingtao.

"A group of old monks looking for death are really overwhelming!" Xing Tao said lightly.

However, he secretly rejoiced in his heart: "These five old monks have a total of 650,000 luck points. In addition to conquering Anlong and defeating Shi Zhixuan, my current luck points are already 1 million more than the suppression limit. It’s 700,000 luck higher!!"

Chapter 99

"Seven hundred thousand luck points!" Xingtao couldn't help but feel happy. "It's a pity that I can't change the cultivation method of any main star. It's all used to exchange the cultivation methods of the little stars in "Star Congealing". Anyway, those little stars are quick to practice, and basically they can become one in one or two months!"

Thinking of this, Xing Tao immediately waved his hand in the system, directly redeeming the cultivation method of more than forty cheap stars, and at the same time, the extra Qi Luck points he had gained were completely exhausted.

"The four great monks of Buddhism and the Master of Mantra died like this!" Shi Qingxuan looked at the five corpses on the ground, sighed, and then held Xingtao's palm, "You are too murderous... no need Put such a heavy hand on these uncontested monks!"

"Qingxuan, you are wrong. If they come to me to talk about martial arts, I welcome them very much, but if they want to blend into these worldly matters, then it is not a fight against the world!" Xing Tao stopped. Shi Qingxuan said, "In the final analysis... these monks are also a group of vanity-loving guys. According to my policy, as long as I am not dead, their monks will obediently farm and eat. They claim to be great monks and are above all. Above people, I don’t want to do this kind of “low” things, so today I’m here to pray."

"Okay, let's not talk about these monks!" Xing Tao looked up at the sky. At this moment, the night had disappeared and the eastern sky was also lit up.A ray of morning light passed through the thousands of bamboo trees in all directions of the main hall, and obliquely shot bamboo shadows in various poses.

The sound of Buddhist chanting and chanting, melodiously and melodiously, seemed to come from an unknown distance, spreading throughout the temple.The monks, past pilgrims, and visitors keep coming and going, all seem to show the world the prosperity and glory of this famous temple.However, it seems that this hall seemed to be closed by the people of this temple, so no one broke in.

"It seems that the people at Dashi Temple also know that these bald donkeys want to deal with me here!" Xing Tao said involuntarily.

At this moment, a ghostly shadow crossed the Shanmen Temple in this broad daylight.Shoot directly at the Heavenly King Hall, pass by the Seven Buddha Hall, Daxiong Hall, and the Buddhist Scripture Building, and then fly over the halls in an instant, turning into a phantom and falling in front of a hall.

The wind suddenly began to rise, and the pilgrims who passed through the door in no time to dodge, stood in the hall.

"Puff!" The pilgrims and monks who had just stopped in front of them vomited blood and threw them away, their bodies twisted and fell at a weird angle, and there was no sound!

The only old monk left in the hall raised his head, and his muddy eyes looked at the people.

I saw this man dressed as a scribe and dressed as a scribe. He was tall and thin. On the surface, he looked gentle and elegant. With a smile on Bai Zhe's thin face, he looked like a weak middle-aged scholar.

Immediately I saw the pair of eye-catching eyes under his bushy eyebrows, and the evil and cruel rays of light appeared in the inside, and the eyes were even more purple, strange and terrible.

The old monk Gaoxuan said with a Buddhist chant: "My Buddha is merciful, why does the donor want to kill in this monastery?"

"Tell Dade Bald Donkey to come out." A smile of disdain escaped from the corner of the scribe's mouth, but his tone was surprisingly calm and authentic.