In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
In a courtyard of Ningma Pai.
Xia Ping was standing in the courtyard, his hands forming a seal. At this moment, his body emitted a ball of white light, and his entire body emitted a holy aura, as if an angel had descended.
In an instant, he struck out with his palm, and a ball of white light appeared in the depths of his palm. It was extremely dazzling and shone brightly. Even the scorching sun in the sky could not cover up this white cold light.
Boom ~~
Immediately, a huge palm print appeared on a huge rock in front of them. The surrounding rocks fell down.
There was even a scorching aura on the palm print. It was as if the power of the light had scorched the rocks, and smoke kept rising. Even the various patterns on the palm could be clearly seen on the rocks.
Thump!
In the next second, the rock was instantly shattered. It actually could not withstand such an extremely fierce palm force, and the entire rock was shaken into a ball of powder.
When the strong wind blew, the rock rustled and turned into quicksand, spilling all over the ground.
"I've finally mastered the Radiant Palm Imprint.”
Xia Ping smiled slightly, very excited. After a month of bitter cultivation, he had finally successfully cultivated this famous Light Palm Imprint, and even stepped into the realm of great success.
He also knew why it was so difficult to cultivate the Radiant Palm Imprint. None of the monks of the White Denomination had succeeded in cultivating it. It was because the cultivation of the Radiant Palm Imprint was too difficult.
First of all, if one wanted to successfully cultivate the Bright Hand Imprint, one must make one's heart empty, like a flat surface of a mirror, without any ripples.
At this moment, his heart was in the state of light. There were no emotions, no doubts, no thoughts. This was to allow his inner cultivation to reach the realm of nothingness.
Then, he would attack instantly, mobilizing the true qi and inner breath in his body to kill the enemy with the strongest force.
From the state of extreme stillness to extreme movement, the power that erupted from this was the fiercest and the fiercest. It was like a cheetah on the prairie. If it didn't move, it would move. If it moved, it would be like a thunderbolt.
This was the supreme profundity of the Light Palm Imprint.
Often, before the enemy knew what was going on, they would be struck by a palm that shone brightly and was as fast as light. The enemy would immediately die and enter the arms of the Buddha.
There was once an accomplished monk who had cultivated the Light Palm Print to the highest realm. He slapped a fish's body with his palm and shattered its internal organs.
However, the fish still didn't realize that it was dead. It was still swimming in the water for a long time before it realized that it was really dead.
Moreover, if he wanted to successfully cultivate this cultivation technique, his physical strength would also need to be extremely powerful. He would need to temper his physical strength to the Invincible Vajra Realm.
Otherwise, going from a state of extreme stillness to extreme movement would put a lot of pressure on the body. If the body was not strong enough, it would instantly strain the muscle tissue in his body and even cause serious damage to his body.
This was like the Seven Wounds Fist, wanting to hurt others first.
That was why none of the monks of the White Denomination had been able to successfully cultivate the Great Light Palm Imprint. It required an extremely high level of talent to be able to cultivate this skill.
Xia Ping was a monster with such talent. He had just obtained the Light Palm and immediately reached the entry level. After a month of hard work, he had also cultivated the Light Palm to the great success level.
He estimated that after a while, he would really be able to master this martial art.
"With the Flaming Saber Technique and this Great Light Palm, I have successfully cultivated the many secret techniques of the Western Region Tantra Sect. This kind of attack power can be said to be unparalleled in the world.”
Xia Ping was confident that the Flaming Saber Technique he had on him, coupled with the Great Light Palm Imprint, would be as powerful as the famous Shaolin Temple's 72 Ultimate Skills.
Moreover, in his hands, these two martial arts could unleash more than ten times the power of ordinary martial arts.
However, this month, he had not only cultivated the Light Palm Imprint, but also the supreme cultivation technique of the Maha Kasyapa Qi Shield. This was an extremely powerful body protection cultivation technique.
"Great Kasyapa's Aura!"
Xia Ping's eyes lit up. To be honest, although this technique was not very famous, it was indeed one of the divine techniques. No wonder it was treasured by the Tantra Sect.
It was a combination of the Formless Divine Art and the Prajna Almighty of Buddhism, forming an extremely strange, mysterious, and unique martial art. During the meditation form, it would form a whole air shield, so that the enemy could not take advantage of it. Its range could be large or small, and it could change according to the user's mind.
When moving, it is not fixed when it is several feet away from Zhang, which is determined by the strength of the person who uses it. The nearest thing can be attached to the body. If once gathered in the palm of the hand, it can be released to destroy mountains, mighty peerless.
It could be said that this was a protective divine art that combined attack and defense.
If it was combined with his Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, he would be invincible.
At this moment, he was like a human-shaped tank. Even if he charged into the midst of thousands of soldiers and horses and was shot by thousands of arrows, he would probably be able to walk out unscathed.
Ordinary arrows could not pierce through the Qi Shield of Maha Kasyapa.
"I've learned the Flaming Saber Technique, the Light Palm Imprint, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, and the Maha Kasyapa's Qi Shield. I've basically learned all the Tantra techniques of the Western Regions. Perhaps it's time to go to the Central Plains and compare myself with the kung fu experts of the Central Plains.”
Xia Ping felt that there seemed to be no point in staying in Tubo. Tubo was too small to accommodate him.
Moreover, he felt that after this month of cultivation, his internal zhenqi had almost reached the peak of the Houtian realm. He was just one step away from advancing to the Xiantian realm and condensing the Xiantian Gang Qi.
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