Abbot Yinkong is worthy of a generation of holy monks, not only has the strength to dominate the world, but also has great wisdom.
The bet he proposed suddenly threw the problem to Ye Fan.
If Ye Fan loses, he will stay in front of the Great Leiyin Temple for a hundred years.
The Great Leiyin Temple can also be famous for this!
Imagine that Ye Fan, who stepped down on the Holy Vatican and beheaded the angels, was defeated by the abbot of Yinkong. Couldn't the Great Leiyin Temple surpass the Holy Vatican and could steal many believers invisibly.
"Why? Don't you dare?"
Abbot Yinkong asked, with a somewhat provocative tone in his tone.
"Why not dare?"
Ye Fan stepped forward, holding his head high and said: "Since Ye Beichen debuted, I have been blood-stained in the shrine and walked into the country of Japan, resisting nuclear bombs, fighting against the pope, and beheading angels. Have you ever been afraid? Old monk, you just wear What's so great about a cassock? It won't take a day to defeat it, just one trick!"
As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.
The monks around were dumbfounded, and he never expected Ye Fan to be so big, so crazy!
And the corner of the abbot Yinkong's mouth showed a triumphant smile, secretly saying that Ye Fan was still too young to withstand the violent generals.
You know, this Tathagata robe is the supreme treasure of Buddhism, it is contaminated with the breath of Buddha Shakyamuni, and it can also absorb the power of faith of believers in the world.
Just like now, within dozens of miles around Lingshan, the beliefs of all believers have gathered.
With the strength of the abbot of Yinkong, once put on, the King Kong can be immortal, immortal, and immortal.
"Amitabha!"
Abbot Yinkong received a Buddha's name, and his body burst out with surging Buddha light, illuminating every corner of the world, and then a sacred "swastika" was condensed on the Tathagata robes, which was as solid as gold and indestructible.
"Ye Beichen, let's make a move!" Abbot Yinkong urged.
Ye Fan heard the words and was about to make a move. As if thinking of something, he scanned the audience and said to the hundreds of monks behind the abbot Yinkong:
"Give you a piece of advice-leave immediately, and hide as far as possible, otherwise you will be affected by the remaining prestige, don't blame me for not reminding in advance!"
Although Ye Fan's voice was not loud, it seemed particularly abrupt in this silent field, and it fell to everyone's ears clearly.
Many monks were taken aback for a while, and it took more than ten seconds before they recovered and roared with laughter.
"Hahaha...Let us hide as far as possible, and are afraid that we will be affected by the remaining power? This kid really has a broken head!"
"The Tathagata robes carry the power of the Buddha and are the strongest instruments in the world! The Blessed One is wearing a robes, and no one in the world can hurt him!"
"This madman, this is the first time the little monk has seen you!"
"Anyway, after a punch, he will be in the temple for a hundred years!"
...
Hearing these ridicules, Ye Fan's face sank like water, without waves.
He just deliberately reminded him that he just didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately. Unexpectedly, these monks not only didn't appreciate them, but they also made ridicule more severely.
That being the case, even if you die later, it's your own responsibility.
Suddenly, Ye Fan stared at the abbot Yinkong who was sitting on the ground, and said: "If the Tathagata Buddha is resurrected and wearing this robes, I will still be a little bit jealous! But with you, it's not too bad. Far away! Now, I will let you see the true power!"
With that said, Ye Fan urged the fairy gold pill in his lower abdomen to fully fire.
"boom!"
The momentum in his body is skyrocketing, climbing endlessly, and the world-famous aura soars straight into the sky, even suppressing the light on the Tathagata robes.
Immediately afterwards, the yin and yang Pisces, the white rainbow circling the sun, the Nine Dragons vomiting beads, the fairy music, the night swallowing the Beidou, the sun and the moon into the arms...
Nine ancient visions appeared one after another.
Against the backdrop of these visions, Ye Fan is like a transcendent immortal, with supreme immortal powers flooding nine heavens and ten places, in all directions, able to control the universe, and dominate the world.
In his hands, it seems that he is in control of infinite power, circulating the ancient laws, and a random blow can crush the stars and destroy the world.
You know, when the Holy See was beheading angels before, Ye Fan only displayed 30% of his power at best.
But now, he no longer has any reservations, the power of the immortal Jindan in his body at its peak state, for the first time descended on the world.
Even Ye Fan didn't know how terrifying the next blow would be.
At the same time, the many monks who had just ridiculed Ye Fan's face changed drastically, with their mouths wide open, enough to swallow an egg, with a devilish expression on their faces, and a huge wave in their hearts. Horrified.
"Oh my God! What kind of monster is this guy, he has such power at a young age?"
"It's horrible! The pressure that is leaked out is almost suffocating!"
"Ahhhhh...I can't take it anymore!"
"Boom!"
At this moment, Ye Fan stepped out one step at a time, creating an illusion, as if this foot was enough to crush an entire world.
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and the mountains and rivers moved together.
"Rumble..."
The whole Lingshan area shook, and stone chips splashed, as if a magnitude eight earthquake had occurred.
All the believers on the mountain, at the foot of the mountain, and within a radius of ten miles, were all affected, and one by one was shaken to the ground and fell to the ground.
In the face of this terrible catastrophe, they did not care about worshipping the Buddha at all, frightened one by one, and fleeing away frantically.
However, this horrible fluctuation is not the end, but the beginning.
With Lingshan as the center, the power of destroying the heavens and the earth spreads in all directions, just like the end of the world.
Large dense cracks appeared on the ground, and in just a minute, they spread to most of the Peacock Buddha Kingdom.
Hundreds of cities have suffered.
Countless buildings have collapsed, and tens of millions of people escaped from the house screaming, terrified beyond any reason.
"Has a major earthquake happened?"
"Didn't the Buddha appear in Lingshan, why not come to save us?"
"Uuuuu...The villa I just built was just ruined!"
...
The top of Lingshan Mountain, in front of Da Leiyin Temple.
All the monks were stupid, shocked by this horrifying scene, it was invisibly as if a big hand gripped their heart fiercely, almost suffocating.
And the face of Abbot Yinkong showed unprecedented solemnity.
Although Ye Fan hadn't made any moves yet, the power he showed was too terrifying, as if the emperor had arrived.
Gods!
What kind of power is this absolutely!
A holy monk like Abbot Yinkong felt his insignificance in front of Ye Fan.
Even Ye Fan himself didn't expect that after pushing the Immortal Golden Core to the extreme, he would have such a domineering and invincible power.
In fact, even in the world of cultivating immortals, the immortal golden pill is a once-in-a-lifetime existence, and immortal statues like Wei Lao have only been seen in ancient books.
It is no exaggeration to say that if Ye Fan was born in the world of cultivating immortals, he would be snatched wildly by all the holy places, and countless treasures of heaven and earth, peerless magical soldiers would be left to Ye Fan to choose.
As long as Ye Fan is willing to join, all requirements can be met.
After all, possessing the Immortal Golden Core means that as long as Ye Fan does not die, his future achievements will also be at least an Immortal Venerable, and there is a high possibility that he will become the Supreme Immortal Emperor, surpassing the entire immortal world.
"boom!"
Finally, Ye Fan shook his fist, the immortal golden core ray masterpiece, while running "Nine Suns Sky Jue", the vast inner strength madly injected into the right fist.
At first glance, this punch does not have the power of overwhelming.
But in the eyes of Abbot Yinkong, this fist is already perfect, because all the power is completely integrated into the fist, and there is no leakage. It is like judgment and punishment, which can destroy all creatures in the mortal world, even those above the nine heavens. The gods did not dare to be stunned, and could only retreat.
terror!
so horrible!
In an instant, Abbot Yinkong's pupils shrank suddenly, his heart was throbbing, and he felt the horror of life and death.
He hadn't experienced this kind of death threat for hundreds of years, even if he was wearing a Tathagata robes, his heart was very flustered.
Knowing this, he hadn't bet with Ye Fan at all, but there was no regret medicine in the world, and his energy was completely locked by Ye Fan. Now even if he wants to run, he has nowhere to hide.
"Peng!"
In the next moment, under the eyes of all eyes, Ye Fan's iron fist slammed on the Tathagata robes.
