"Potala Palace, is there anyone else?!”
Li Qingyang asked a second time.
For a moment, all the lamas turned their eyes to the Living Buddha, who was sitting in the golden carriage on the first floor of the White House.
Among the eight Hotogtu, there were only two who were with the Living Buddha, and Kampot was one of them.
Kampot cultivated the Kalachakra Technique and was known as the Four-Faced Heavenly King. He was the top expert in the Potala Palace.
However, even such an expert was still vulnerable in front of the mysterious number one Zen master of the Central Plains.
"Living Buddha!"
A tall and mighty lama with a fierce-looking face stepped forward and said in a low voice,"
"Let me do it!"
"I'm here to fight against the number one expert of the Zen Sect in the Central Plains!!”
Awang Rosang Gyatso shook his head. His voice was still clear, which made people think of the sound of melting snow mountains and streams.
"No, Danba, although you're stronger than Gongbu, you're not his match.”
"His divine power is probably more than two thousand jin. It is still unknown whether the Ancient Overlord has such divine power.”
"Even though you've reached the peak of the Thirteen Guardians Violent Training Golden Bell Shield, like your junior brother Ao Bai, you can only last fifteen minutes at most.”
He observed very carefully and accurately.
Li Qingyang's physical body had been enhanced by the strength of ants. In addition to the effect of the inner force of the Thirteen Gangsters 'Violent Training Golden Bell Shield, his divine power was indeed more than 2,000 jin.
"Living Buddha…"
Danba knelt down and buried his head deeply.
"Even if Danba dies, he will not let this monk from the Central Plains insult the Potala Palace and the Living Buddha!!”
"Even the number one Zen master of the Central Plains can't insult our Tibetan Tantra!!”
"No, you're wrong."
Awang Rosang Gyatso's eyes suddenly glowed, as if the dust had been wiped away from a glass bead.
At this moment, he didn't look like a fifty-year-old man, but a sixteen-year-old youth with clear and bright eyes.
"He's not only the number one Zen master in the Chinese server, but he's also the number one martial artist in the Chinese server.”
He stood up from the golden carriage. The gold and silver kasaya he was wearing slid down quietly, and his body landed outside the golden carriage.
"Living Buddha!"
The hundreds of lamas around him knelt down, and some even started to sob.
The monks from the Central Plains came to their door and even wanted to rob the ancient books in the palace, but none of them could stop them, so much so that the Living Buddha came personally.
What kind of humiliation was this?
Li Qingyang watched this scene with cold eyes, his heart unwavering.
In the current situation, it's just me who's strong and the weak. Back then, these people snatched the Shaolin Temple's ancient books and killed the Shaolin Temple monks. Did they hold back?!
Now that he had the power, he had to act according to his own will. He wanted to come knocking on the door and suppress the entire Potala Palace!!
I want to beat you up fair and square!!
"I, Li Qingyang, am invincible in the human world. I am the strongest person under the starry sky and on the surface!!
"Shaolin Temple, Monk True Yan."
Awang Rosang Gyatso's voice was so clear that he didn't sound like an old man in his fifties.
"If you defeat me, you can take any of the ancient books in the Potala Palace without any objections!!”
"If you can't defeat me, then leave your life behind!!”
Li Qingyang raised his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Awang Rosang Gyatso, you're really confident.”
Awang Rosang Gyatso didn't respond. Instead, he spread his legs and made a strange pose.
"The Gelug Sect, the master of the Potala Palace, the 5th Dalai, Awang Rosang Gyatso.”
Li Qingyang also moved and assumed the stance of the Great Strength Vajra Palm.
"Shaolin Monastery, Prajna Hall Monk, True Yan, please enlighten me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Awang Rosang Gyatso "walking" over.
Yes, he was walking over. He didn't use his lightness skill to leap over. He didn't run over either. Instead, he walked over step by step.
Li Qingyang was in a trance. Awang Rosang Gyatso had only taken three steps and crossed a distance of seventy to eighty feet to reach his eyes!!
"Amitayus Light Buddha, Amitayus Buddha!”
He formed a strange seal with one hand and slammed it down on Li Qingyang's head!!
For a moment, Li Qingyang's vision blurred and he lost sight of Awang Rosang Gyatso.
In an instant, the world changed!
In front of him, there was no longer the blue sky, the majestic Potala Palace, and the hundreds of lamas.
The sky cracked open, revealing a pitch-black rift that was hundreds of miles long.
A terrifying meteor shower descended from the sky. The flaming meteors covered the ground and blasted open the cracks in the ground, causing lava to spurt out!!
"Boom!"
A terrifying power erupted as meteorites fell from the sky. Earth fire and lava erupted, completely enveloping Li Qingyang's figure. There was no way to dodge!!
No matter who it was, in front of this might of heaven and earth, they were all so tiny and powerless!!
"Mental Illusory Realm! Good martial arts, good divine power!"
Li Qingyang instantly reacted.
He didn't know what kind of cultivation method Awang Rosang Gyatso practiced, but his Kung Fu had reached such a terrifying level that he could pull people into an illusion with just a wave of his hand!!
It was not an exaggeration to say that such martial arts were divine arts!!
"What can a mere illusion do to me?!”
Li Qingyang's heart was filled with storms as he let out a heaven-shaking roar,"
"Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
Just as Li Qingyang fell into the mental illusion, the situation was completely different in the eyes of Dorje, Gongbu, Danba, and the other hundreds of lamas.
In their eyes, Awang Rosang Gyatso was flying toward Li Qingyang, who seemed to be a few beats slower.
In the next moment, Awang Rosang Gyatso formed a hand seal and smashed down on Li Qingyang's head!!
Li Qingyang was stunned and didn't respond. He seemed to have lost the ability to move as he watched Awang Rosang Gyatso's dharma print hit his head!!
"We won!"
"Living Buddha won!"
Some of the lamas were already roaring in excitement.
The Living Buddha's palm could even leave a palm print on an iron plate. How could Li Qingyang's body of flesh and blood withstand it?!
" Shaolin's True Yan, it's over!!"
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