Shaolin's Lost Unique Art, Great Strength Vajra Palm!
He watched as the flames on Monk Jing E's palms grew thicker and thicker.
The few old monks present could not help but fall silent.
The Great Strength Vajra Palm was one of the top divine powers of the Buddhist Sect.
And it was said that only the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple knew it.
The Shaolin Temple had actually existed in name only decades ago.
The Shaolin Temple on Mount Song now could not even be ranked among the top ten temples.
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All of this had to start from an unforeseen event decades ago.
In that incident, all the eminent monks of the Xuan generation in Shaolin Temple mysteriously disappeared, and there was no news of them until now.
Along with them, there were countless Shaolin ultimate techniques.
At this point, Shaolin's inheritance was broken and it was unable to recover.
And now, Shaolin's ultimate technique, the Great Strength Vajra Palm, had suddenly appeared in Jing E's hands.
This made the six old monks puzzled.
Could it be that the unforeseen event had something to do with Jing E?？
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However, no matter how strong Jing'e was, it was still difficult for him to deal with a Shaolin senior monk.
Not to mention so many Shaolin monks!
The six old monks looked at each other and planned to ask Jing E after this.
Then, they looked up again.
Jing E's hands that were covered in flames had already slapped towards the purple-gold alms bowl again.
This time, the six old monks were extremely relaxed.
Since Jing E had already used Shaolin's ultimate technique, the Great Strength Vajra Palm!
Even if the person in the dark had reached the realm of Man Weapon Unity, he would definitely not be able to resist!
Now, as long as Jing E could break this Man Weapon Unity, he would be able to do it.
Not only would the person hiding somewhere be heavily injured, but the purple-gold alms bowl would also be completely out of control!
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"Buzz!"
At this moment, JingE was getting closer and closer to the purple-gold alms bowl.
When his palms swept across, the air buzzed.
However, just as Jing E's palm was about to touch the purple-gold alms bowl…
A scene that shocked the six old monks appeared again!
A purple light surged on the alms bowl.
Then, a huge phantom as tall as two people suddenly condensed!
Facing Jing'e's palm, the illusory figure suddenly struck out with his palm.
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At the same time.
An inexplicable majestic voice seemed to echo in their ears.
"The Southern Dipper will live, the Northern Dipper will die!"
"Buzz!"
The moment the dignified voice sounded, the six old monks 'bodies swayed.
It was as if something had hit their chests, making their chests feel very heavy!
And at the front, Jinge.
At this moment, there was a "Puchi" sound.
A mouthful of blood was spat out several meters away!
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However, when the blood touched the phantom, it scattered in all directions!
Not even a drop of blood landed on the phantom.
And this was not the end.
This was because the illusory man's palm had just collided with Jing E's Vajra Palm.
"Boom!"
The moment the two came into contact.
A loud explosion suddenly sounded.
The stone slab under Jing E's feet shattered into dust.
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Moreover, the cracks were like a spider web.
It spread all around.
Not far away.
Seeing this, You Hong and the other six old monks hurried forward and quickly arrived behind Jing E.
Yuan Jue and Yuan Zhang were completely dumbfounded.
At this moment, Jing'e's figure had already begun to retreat step by step.
As he retreated, mouthful after mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
A moment later, Jing'e's body finally touched the first old monk.
That was the road to the reclining Buddha temple.
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Dao Yuan placed his palm on JingE's back and pushed against JingE's body.
However, when a huge force was used, Dao Yuan couldn't help but groan.
Immediately after, Daoyuan began to retreat.
At this moment, the Daxiangguo Temple's Cheng Zhen palm slapped Daoyuan's back again.
At this moment, their figures finally stopped!
You Hong, Shi He, Fa Zhao, and Foundation Glimpse Stage raised their heads to look.
His face was already filled with shock!
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Wasn't it said that the power of combining a person with a weapon was weaker than when the person was present?
How could he so easily defeat Jing E, who had already used the Great Strength Vajra Palm!
Moreover, they had to attack together to resist the aftershock of the phantom's palm!？
"Cough cough!"
"Taoism! The person in the dark is a Daoist!"
"That shadow just now was the shadow of a True Martial!”
At this moment.
Jing E, who was already heavily injured, suddenly said with a low expression.
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When the other six monks heard this, they could not help but be slightly stunned.
Then, they looked up at the fourteen betrothal gifts in front of them.
An inexplicable look shot out of their eyes.
They really racked their brains, but they didn't expect the person in the dark to be a Daoist!
"Bang!"
Just as the old monks were bewildered.
The shadow behind the purple-gold alms bowl had already slowly dissipated.
The purple-gold alms bowl flew back into the wooden box.
However, when they looked at the purple-gold alms bowl again.
There was no longer any greed in his eyes. Instead, there was thick fear!
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However, at this moment.
An angry voice suddenly sounded.
"Humph! So what if you're a Taoist?"
"Let's take back our Buddhist Sect's treasure! It's a matter of course!"
"Since you took something from my Buddhist Sect, I'll take something from your Taoist Sect!”
Old Monk You Hong raised his eyes and licked his dry lips.。
He did not seem to be frightened by the heavily injured Jing E.
On the contrary, he felt that the other party would definitely not be able to use an attack like that a second time!
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Moreover, You Hong's monk's goal was not the purple-gold alms bowl.
It was the peach wood sword that he had long taken a fancy to!
Raising his foot, Monk You Hong's figure rushed straight for the peach wood sword in the corner.
At this moment.
Far west of Shanghai.
Wudang Sect Leader Zhou Shan suddenly chuckled.
His face was filled with an expression that he couldn't wait any longer.
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