Chapter 127: His Majesty died

The heavenly manifestation of the Great Sun Tathagata Dharma body is exactly the true meaning of Lord Kampot's palm. With a palm, the opponent will fall into an illusion. If it cannot be investigated, it is tantamount to waiting for death.
Lu Zhengkang's posture was calm, showing his response. In the sky above his head, there appeared an epiphany seal with a diameter of hundreds of miles. The petals swirled, and a soft stone palm was gently protruding from it, but it was the statue of Sumi with the back of the pure earth pearl. .
　　 As soon as the palm of the stone came out, the wind and thunder surged.
The believers were originally afraid and worried when they saw the illusion of the Great Sun Tathagata. Now the Deer Yuan Bodhisattva shows a more magnificent and wonderful scene. All of them are suddenly excited, some screaming and jumping, some crying silently, some shaking and losing their voices. , The believers in the snowy area have already begun to throw their heads to the ground, and the monks and people in the original stage have also bowed their heads in respect.
　　The Shaolin monks were mixed in the crowd, with emotions in their eyes. Is the former Buddha now invincible in the world? Time flies so fast.
　　 Mo Yun looked up to the sky, the power that changed the world like this, is this the strength of a peerless master? It is really yearning.
　　 The slashing sword slammed on his waist, and the ink jade residual sword hanging on his chest jingled and groaned. There was a sword intent rising into the sky, but it was another breakthrough in the realm of kendo!
　　Compared to the Deer Yuan Bodhisattva's body, His Majesty’s martial arts true meaning is like a small dust. The Sky Buddha is even less than half the height of the stone palm, and it collapses when touched, like a dream bubble.
　　 Kampot's spirit was frustrated, the palm strength was reduced by three points, Lu Zhengkang erected his palm, and a barrier rose outside Mount Xumi. It is the iron fence on the edge of the world, which resists all the turbulence of the void and protects the world of Dharma.
　　 The strength of the palm of the big day Tathagata disappeared from the body of Lu Zhengkang three feet outside the body, the wind stopped, and the dust settled.
　　 All the monks were terrified, and some in the back row had escaped quietly.
　　 Kampo's nasal cavity overflowed with blood, but it was crushed by the true meaning of martial arts and caused intracranial damage.
　　 The Lord Facing him had already touched the ceiling of his own strength, and he tried to look up, but he couldn't see how much power the godlike man in front of him had yet to show.
　　 Intense sadness hit his chest unconsciously, and the king looked around. Although the sect is large and there are many people, it is now like a den of ants, a crowd of mobs, and it collapses when touched, and there is no place for him to exist in the world!
　　 "Master...no, Bodhisattva, can you see the same Buddhism, and leave me the Vajrayana sect?"
　　 Several Ming kings and the Supreme Master knew that if they were defeated in this battle, they would definitely die, but they were going to desperately, "What was the frustrating thing the Lord said! Let's go together and kill this monk who pretends to be a ghost!"
"Bold! Unrestrained!" Kampot turned around and cursed, then turned to look at Lu Zhengkang eagerly and sadly, "I beg the Bodhisattva not to care about them, the young monk is willing to use his life to atone for his sins, and only hope that the Bodhisattva can continue to destroy our Vajra Sect. inherited!"
　　 This downright villain, at the end of his evil life, was not crazy, but showed the spirit of a leader.
　　 Lu Zhengkang nodded, "After you die, I will collect your soul and hide your Vajrayana technique in the pure land. Those who are predestined can naturally learn it."
"Thank you Bodhisattva!" After finishing speaking, Kampot sat down cross-legged, and a bright cloud from the sky fell on him, against which his thin and brown body was awe-inspiring and solemn, and he was full of flames, and his skin turned away, waiting for Caixia. After disappearing, there was only a pool of vestments and twelve finger-sized relics.
　　 "Sakyamuni Buddha, Master Nanwu!" The monk recited the title of Buddha to see him off. Now that the former suzerain has made his own choice, it is time for the rest to find a way out for himself.
　　Several Ming princes knelt down and expressed their willingness to take refuge, asking the Bodhisattva to let them live.
　　 Seven hundred lamas followed, and dared not resist.
Seeing their dark and hidden eyes, they have no regrets. These villains have their own set of evil philosophy. Their way cannot be reversed. Lu Zhengkang is not willing to spend time on educating them. It is better to give them. A death is the most just and fair death in the world, and no one can escape.
　　 Lu Zhengkang waved to Kampot’s soul, put it in the Pure Land Beads, and placed it in an uninhabited land, asking him to write the Vajra exercises.
　　 After doing this, he took the time to ask the remnants of the Diamond Sect: "Get ready, are you reincarnated?"
　　 The few Ming Wang looked at each other, bloodshot crawling on their eyeballs.
"kill!"
　　 Boom!
　　 The second-order, the six gods mighty sword!
　　 The sky is turned upside down, and the six ways are born.
　　 The second order, Fudo Myoji!
　　 Angry Tianzun, on three sides and four arms!
　　 Super Tier 3, wishful treasure tree pestle!
　　 The golden lotus is springing up, and the Buddha hall is empty!
　　 Super Tier 3, the four palms of Mount Sumeru!
　　 Quadruple Baodi, immeasurable power!
　　 Five Ming kings and six superiors all shot together, and for an instant, the world lost its voice.
　　 Eleven peerless masters unreservedly released and united their martial arts will, creating a field with a radius of nearly a hundred miles.
　　People who witnessed this scene said that this is the most beautiful swan song in the snowy area.
　　 Lu Zhengkang, who faced this blow, naturally fell into the deepest illusion.
　　……
　　 There are large pieces of gold, silver and colored glaze on the ground. These pure treasures are staggered to form a pair of colorful thangkas.
　　 The palaces, as large as mountain peaks, stand on the distant horizon. They are far apart. On each palace there is a sun-like pearl that emits infinite light and dispels the darkness. There are countless figures in the open door, faintly floating in the buddhist singing.
Looking up the palace, the fragmented firmament is like pieces of broken mirrors, and infinite red dust emerges from this chaotic mirror like ocean waves. There is a rotating six-color wheel at the center of the zenith, with colorful halo overflowing from the edge. Open, just like folds of paper stretching, turning into the true color of the sky.
　　 The sky is pouring out from this disc.
　　 Lu Zhengkang smiled and admired the scenery.
　　 It is quiet here, with only a faint sound of chanting.
　　 There is a soft fragrance in the air, which makes people drunk.
　　 There are many good trees on the roadside with extended branches, and a trunk stretches out thousands of thin strips, as if the earth stretches its blood to the sky, and the beauty is natural.
　　 This is the blissful world equivalent to the pure land, but it's just an illusion.
　　 But it did bring a lot of inspiration to Lu Zhengkang.
　　At a certain time, the roulette in the sky seemed to have discovered an outsider who did not belong to this world. The six colors gathered and turned into an evil eye, from which the boundless brilliance of terror showed through, and the substantive gaze locked on Lu Zhengkang.
　　 An angry roar came from the palace on the horizon.
　　The three-faced Mingwang who is not hundreds of feet high is gushing out~EbookFREE.me~ They are holding the magic pestle, and their aura is wild.
　　 Lu Zhengyao, who was under the siege, did not panic.
　　 He shrank his body, turned into a white orb and rose up into the sky, and then it became bigger and bigger, with square cones on all sides, rugged rocks, and it was a Mount Sumeru!
　　 It seems that the mountain can expand endlessly, pressing down on the earth, and on top of the dome, really like a pillar of heaven.
　　 Those Ming kings were torn apart by the wind around the mountain, and the sharp peaks hit the zenith roulette. This beautiful illusion was crushed by violence!
　　 Lu Zhengkang stepped in the void, high above the sky, overlooking the palace of King Kongzong.
　　Ming King and his superiors were crushed by the spirit of Mount Xumi and fell to the ground.
　　 The remaining lamas, like headless flies, fled to the sect one after another, hoping to hide in the dark and escape.
　　 Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes.
　　 The stone palm protruding out of the Yunhua Fayin turned the wrist down, and the palm also revealed a scorpion.
　　 The upper edge surges, converging towards Sumi.
　　 The mountain under the stone palm is getting more and more solid, while the Kunlun Mountain Fajaluo Peak and the Vajra Sect above it are getting more and more illusory.
　　 The mortal looks up to the sky, and the Bodhisattva presses the palm of the god.
　　 the sky must fall, and the earth will die.
　　 This day is recorded in history.
　　 The huge palm print on the relics of the King Kong Sect and the small golden square hill were admired by countless warriors from future generations.
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