Amitabha was about to laugh when a very thin line of cold air hit him in front of him. He hurriedly shook his head, and the cold air passed across his face, tearing a foot-long strip on his golden face.

From the wound, large swaths of golden Buddha blood turned into pearls and spurted out, tinkling all over the sky and the ground.

As the leader of Buddhism, Amitabha's every move and every move is dignified and dignified, with a kingly demeanor, and the saintly pressure he releases is like a big wall.

Even if Fu Yaming became a saint, she was just an arrogant little woman at heart. She didn't care about the face issues that saints were very concerned about. She didn't bother to waste her energy to protect her disciples, but mobilized all her strength.

All the power is compressed into a thin needle and thrust out.

Both of them were saints, and their auras were fighting each other. Fu Yaming's condensed aura needles naturally and easily pierced Amitabha's thick wall.

The disciples around Fu Yaming were all embarrassed and suffered great losses, and were embarrassed by Amitabha's pressure. But Fu Yaming had real benefits. If Amitabha hadn't reacted quickly, Fu Yaming's

The air needle could penetrate from between his eyebrows and pierce his skull.

Saints are fighting. Although it is said that saints will never fall forever, in this foreign universe, the rules of heaven do not stipulate that saints will not fall. A saint can destroy everything with a single blow, even the saint himself.

Be careful, injuries to limbs are common.

First his finger was injured by Fu Yaming, then his face was scratched, and his head was almost pierced. No matter how deep Amitabha's cultivation is, he can't restrain the anger of thunder. Together with Sunlight Buddha and Baoyan Ruyi Buddha,

When the murder of Buddha was mixed up, Amitabha's anger started to rise.

After chanting the Buddha's name, Amitabha slowly stepped forward three steps, and in a flash he was less than a hundred feet in front of Fu Yaming.

"The great power, great wisdom, great wisdom, clear nature, clear virtue and enlightened way, the emperor and the king, the Buddha, the old monk came to ask for advice."

Amitabha stared at Fu Yaming, and said with a cold smile: "This time, without comparing wits or resorting to tricks, how about you and I deciding the outcome with one palm?"

Before Fu Yaming could speak, Amitabha had already raised the palm of his right hand.

It was an ordinary golden Buddha palm, but it seemed that the whole world was controlled by his palm. Amitabha looked at Fu Yaming and said lightly: "You are also the lord of saints, but those clever methods are useless. If you can take over the old man

A slap in the face from a monk, and your disciples can just preach."

Fu Yaming looked at Amitabha's right palm with cold eyes, and she mocked: "Can't you even take one of your palms?"

Amitabha looked at Fu Yaming confidently: "You can't even receive a palm from the old monk!"

A faint golden light hovered on the edge of Amitabha's palm, the surrounding heaven and earth moved, and suddenly the stars all over the sky darkened.

Before he could strike out with a palm, all the light from the stars in the sky and the earth had been absorbed by him. This palm took away all the light from the heaven and the earth.

Fu Yaming smiled, looked at Amitabha and asked, "What if I can't take your palm?"

Amitabha looked at the nameless child in Fuya's arms and chuckled, "This child is destined to be a Buddhist!"

After a long period of dead silence, Fu Yaming's eyes suddenly turned terrifying blood red, and her pupils and the whites of her eyes were covered with thick blood. She stared at Amitabha and said coldly and pitifully: "I want to

If you want to take away my child, you have to pay for it with your life!"

Hugging Wu Ming'er with her left hand, Fu Yaming raised her right palm, which was white and delicate, like a jade carving of mutton fat. Compared with Amitabha's broad, thick palm that looked like gold, Fu Yaming's hand was slender and flexible.

, as if it would shatter into pieces at the slightest touch.

When Fu Yaming's right hand was raised, her palm emitted a faint jade-white light, illuminating the sky and earth that had been drained of all light by Amitabha's palm. Apart from Amitabha's right palm, there was only her palm in the world.

It also emits a faint white light, which are the only two light sources in this world.

Two six-foot-tall golden Buddhas faced each other a hundred feet apart. Both Buddhas raised their right palms, twinkling in the sky like stars.

Amitabha's face was neither sad nor happy. He closed his eyes, and all his mind was immersed in the small universe inside his body. He had made up his mind to mobilize all his strength and use all his energy.

With this method, Fu Yaming was completely defeated with one palm.

He didn't know where Fu Yaming came from or what his background was, but he knew that since Fu Yaming was chosen by the two saints to make things difficult for him, he must eradicate her as soon as possible. If the fight continues, she must be eliminated.

Suffering from the chaos and killing Fu Yaming, even if it would attract the anger of the two saints, so what?

If they have different ways, they should not conspire with each other. Their ways and our own ways have long been different.

He is the Buddha of Buddhism, but the saints in this world who deserve his respect are not the two from Western religions.

There is only one saint worthy of Amitabha's respect, whether in the past, present, or future!

Founded by Amitabha Buddha, there are countless Buddhist kingdoms like the number of sands in the Ganges. All the thoughts of countless Buddhas have been contributed, and Amitabha condensed them into the palm of his hand. In his palm, eighteen strange colored lights are slowly moving

Rotating, a circular light spot was formed, and a wonderful aura that wandered between life and death continued to spread from the light spot.

"Great power, great wisdom, great wisdom, clear nature, clear virtue, enlightened way, emperors, kings, and Buddhas. Be careful, the reincarnation disk in the old monk's hand is the incarnation of the reincarnation of hell in this world. Its power is extraordinary... Ordinary innate treasures will be destroyed if touched!"

Fu Yaming looked at Amitabha Buddha with cold eyes, and the seven-color Buddha light slowly rose from her body.

The green mirage bottle, the God-killing Pearl, the Mingguang Tower, the Underworld Mirror, and the Floating Cloud Barrier all combined into the Seven Treasure Swords with the last purple cloud ribbon. Several innate treasures that Gu Xiechen gave Fu Yaming to protect her body were all used by Fu Ya.

Ming transforms its nature from a tangible and qualitative innate treasure into an invisible ray of original essence, which is integrated with the ray of Buddha's light that she has painstakingly cultivated and condensed in the palm of her hand.

Fearing that these seven treasures could not stop the power of the reincarnation disk, Fu Yaming turned the Qinglian Huntian flag into a wisp of green energy to protect her whole body.

Amitabha shouted in a low voice: "Only with the help of the old monk's palm can I be qualified to say words that steal the lives of believers and divide their fortunes."

Exhaling loudly, Amitabha pressed Fu Yaming's head with his palm.

Fu Yaming snorted coldly. She held Wuming'er in her left hand, raised her right hand, and greeted him with a light palm. When the palm was released, the color of Fu Yaming's eyes instantly turned into a strange and evil black purple, and even she

Her lips turned a light purple, and she was reciting inexplicable scriptures in a low voice. The scriptures were mysterious and mysterious, just like the roars of countless demons in hell, which made people shudder.

This scripture is definitely not a scripture passed down by any Buddha in Buddhism! The evil and weirdness of this scripture is simply shocking. Fu Yaming just recited a scripture, and a faint purple cold light erupted from her whole body. She was originally covered by Amitabha

The sky and the earth shook at the same time as all the light was drained out with one palm, and countless huge eyes opened in the dark sky and earth at the same time.

These evil eyes stared intently at Amitabha, occasionally blinking, and the evil energy rising to the sky filled the air everywhere.

Fu Yaming did not hesitate to use the magic curse of the most treacherous lineage of demons "Pu Zhi Demon" among the 360 ​​million ancient demon gods who were defeated by Hongjun in the way of heaven taught by Gu Xiechen.

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Amitabha tried to defeat Fu Yaming with one palm, so he used all his power.

In addition to the laws of heaven he understood in this universe, he also gathered all the Buddhist understanding he had in the original universe into this palm.

To be precise, 80% of Amitabha's cultivation is still based on the essence of Buddhism that he comprehended in the original universe. And the Buddhist skills and magical powers come from the two saints of Jieyin and Zhunti, which directly come from Hongjun Tao

The rules of heaven passed down from our ancestors.

The law of heaven passed down by Hongjun is incomplete!

Pi Zhi Mo and other 360 million ancient demon gods had a mortal enemy with Hong Jun. In order to deal with Hong Jun, they sacrificed their entire souls before they died and learned various magic spells and magic skills that specifically restrained Hong Jun's Taoism.

.The magic spells passed down by the gods and demons of the lineage of Pi Zhi Mo are specifically designed to restrain the Buddhist supernatural powers of the lineage of Buddhism passed down by Hongjun, which are centered on the power of mind.

The two palms touched together lightly.

With a muffled sound, the colorful air flow in Fu Yaming's palm shattered, and a ray of green energy on her body exploded into pieces. The various tassels on her body and the countless exotic treasures inlaid on the tassels shattered, and the light of the lotus platform under her feet dimmed.

, led Fu Yaming backwards for nearly a hundred miles and then managed to stabilize.

Amitabha's figure remained firmly in place without retreating at all. He slowly retracted his right palm and looked at Fu Yaming without blinking.

"Great power, great wisdom, great wisdom, clear nature, clear virtue, enlightened ways, emperors, kings, and Buddhas. Although you have also achieved the merits of a saint, you are no match for me."

Amitabha said proudly: "Even saints have strengths and weaknesses. When you first stepped into the realm of saints, you wanted to catch my palm, but you couldn't."

Fu Yaming straightened her body and looked at Amitabha. She wanted to speak, but a blood arrow suddenly spurted out from her seven orifices. Her body swayed and she sat down on the lotus platform. How could she get up?

Amitabha's palm was extremely heavy, and several innate treasures used by Fu Yaming to protect her body were all shattered, but they still could not offset Amitabha's palm, and even her golden body was seriously injured. This palm,

Fortunately, Fu Yaming was not beaten to death, and almost knocked her down from the realm of a saint. If Amitabha's palm had been stronger, Fu Yaming might have caused her golden body to disintegrate and die on the spot.

Wuming'er raised his hands in panic and touched Fu Yaming's cheek, screaming in horror.

Fuya meditated and wanted to speak to comfort Wuming'er, but when she opened her mouth, another arrow of blood spurted out, sprinkling Wuming'er all over his body.

Eighteen strange, yet extremely domineering, violent forces that are close to life and death are raging in Fu Yaming's body, devouring Fu Yaming's energy crazily. Now she can only barely control these eighteen external forces.

After destroying your own body, how can you still have the energy to heal your body?

Fortunately, the spirit of her three corpses flew up and shed a large amount of Buddha's light to protect her whole body. This stabilized her injuries and prevented Amitabha from destroying the Buddha's golden body. Even so, the spirit of the three corpses was transformed into

The Buddha could only stabilize her injuries, and it was still a huge difficulty to repair the golden body.

Amitabha nodded with a smile. He smiled at Fu Yaming and said: "The great majesty, great wisdom, great wisdom, clear nature, clear virtue, and enlightened way. The emperor and king of Buddha. Your child is destined to be a Buddhist. Why don't you let him worship me as your teacher? I will definitely take good care of him."

Fu Yaming spurted out several mouthfuls of blood. She laughed "hehe" a few times, forced herself to point at Amitabha and sneered: "Take care of yourself first, and then talk about my child."

Amitabha was stunned. Suddenly, the golden skin all over his body turned into a terrifying purple-black color. Large balls of purple gas spurted out from his body. His golden body quickly withered, as if a snowman had been put into the oven.

The furnace was surrounded by fierce fire, and Amitabha's golden body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He used the power of the reincarnation disk to destroy several innate treasures that Fuya Ming protected, and he also used the power of the trillions of Buddhas in his countless Buddhist kingdoms to condense into one palm, which was almost equivalent to two Amitabha Buddhas attacking Fuya Ming at the same time.

He blasted out a palm.

Fu Yaming, who had just entered the holy realm, was weaker than one Amitabha, let alone two Amitabhas joining forces?

Fu Yaming was seriously injured with one palm, and she was almost beaten to death.

However, the poisonous curse of the demonic power of the Puzhimo lineage, which specializes in restraining Buddhist exercises, broke out at this moment. Just like a large amount of heavy industrial pollutants were instantly thrown into the clear water of a river, Amitabha's golden body was immediately contaminated.

Fu Yaming used his own Zen magical power to penetrate the poisonous spell to ward off demons into the body of Amitabha. Fu Yaming is also a saint, even if the power is slightly weaker than Amitabha, a saint is still a saint after all.

It is this kind of demonic power that is specially used to restrain Buddhist exercises. How could Amitabha easily force out the evil spirit that invades his body?

In just the blink of an eye, all the internal organs in Amitabha Buddha's body have been contaminated by the poisonous curse, just as the clear and clear river water has turned into a dark, smelly ditch, and the sewage has been mixed into the clear water.
To be continued...