Chapter 1027

Zi Chen's heavy blow landed, followed by an earth-shattering sound. A visible energy ripple spread out.

The strongest defense in the world had blocked this attack. It was indeed worthy of its reputation.

The force of Zi Chen's attack was dissipating. The monk's protective light shield was trembling, but there were no signs of it breaking.

Evil Good and Evil Monk had completely blocked this attack, but Zi Chen's attack was not over yet.

He flashed in front of Evil Good and Evil Good and launched a close-range attack. Elbows, fingers, fists, palms, all kinds of attacks appeared, displaying powerful force.

This was close-range combat. Zi Chen had learned it from Perfect Physique and could evolve Perfect Physique to the extreme.

The light shield on Evil Good and Evil Good's body began to tremble. It lasted for three breaths before exploding with a loud bang. The monk took a few steps back and dodged Zi Chen's next attack.

With the light shield broken, the two of them did not speak. The monk pointed his finger and a golden light flashed. A swastika appeared, shining with boundless golden light as it rushed towards Zi Chen.

The swastika was filled with extremely pure Buddhist power and emitted a powerful pressure. It collided with Zi Chen's fist.

Amidst the tremors, Zi Chen broke the swastika mantra, but he was forced back a few steps.

The two of them began to display their fierce attacks. The monk's attacks were endless, and most of them were not used before.

As a result, Zi Chen was even more suspicious of the person in front of him being a monk.

The old monk and the Buddha statue were watching the battle quietly. They did not speak or communicate with each other through voice transmission.

The void trembled as a golden palm print slammed down, bringing with it a torrential amount of pressure. At the center of the golden palm print, there was a swastika character. Right now, the attacks that the monk was using were all top-notch mystic skills of the Buddhist sects.

Zi Chen shouted as he leaped into the air and punched.

In terms of techniques and divine abilities, he was inferior to the monk. However, he could use brute force to overcome brute force. He mobilized the power of his essence, Qi, and spirit. His attack was not inferior to techniques and divine abilities at all.

The two of them fought fiercely. With the addition of various techniques and divine abilities, the monk's combat strength was not inferior to Zi Chen's. He did not show any signs of losing in a short period of time.

Tyrant's expression gradually changed and he became depressed. When he attacked again, he increased his strength.

"Alright, stop fighting. You're no match for me." After one strike, Zi Chen suddenly retreated and spoke.

"I'm no match for you." The monk glared at him.

Zi Chen smiled coldly. This monk was really cunning. He deliberately showed that kind of expression just now. It seemed that he wanted to fight with Zi Chen. Especially after the epiphany, he was full of confidence in his combat strength.

"Again!" the monk shouted. He was not convinced and rushed towards Zi Chen.

"You can't blame me if you're looking for trouble," Zi Chen said coldly, and the power surging around him turned into gold and silver.

The two powers began to circulate, and an extremely violent aura surged from Zi Chen's body.

"Yin and Yang."

With a loud shout, Zi Chen began to form seals with his left and right hands. As the seals fell, a golden sun and a silver crescent moon appeared. Both of them emitted a terrifying and powerful aura as they rushed towards the monk.

"Peng!"

The monk's strongest defense was broken and he was sent flying. Zi Chen turned into a two-colored light and went forward to fight in close combat.

The gold and silver lights flashed continuously. Not only did Zi Chen's attack contain perfect power, it also contained perfect essence energy. Furthermore, it was the Yin and Yang essence energy.

"Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!"

The monk's defense was broken again and again, and he was sent flying again and again. It could be said that he was in a sorry state.

After sending the monk flying with another punch, Zi Chen asked coldly, "Do you still want to fight?"

The monk grinned. He was not convinced, but he knew that there was a gap between the two of them. Even though the Buddha statue and the old monk did not say anything, their expressions were somewhat uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the old monk's eyes flashed. He raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue. At this moment, the eyes of the Buddha statue blinked.

"Junior Brother, welcome back. It's just that your understanding of the technique is still lacking, and your mastery is not complete. I'll impart to you a Buddhist mystique now." The old monk said.

"Amitabha."

A golden light appeared from the eyes of the Buddha statue. Then, Zi Chen's world turned golden.

Time seemed to rewind at this moment, returning to the scene when Zi Chen accidentally entered the monk's world and obtained the inheritance of the Buddhist Sect.

In this golden world, there were many golden dots of light, and each dot of light represented a technique or mystique.

At this moment, all the techniques of the Buddhist Sect were displayed in front of the Evil Good Monk. Of course, they were also displayed in front of Zi Chen.

The Buddhist Sect's inheritance was like a peerless treasure. Any one of the many light spots would be able to obtain the qualifications to become an expert.

"So many techniques." Looking at the thousands of golden light spots, Zi Chen's heart was burning.

However, the old monk was so kind. The answer was obviously impossible. The fact that the other party was willing to display the techniques in front of him without holding back proved that he had not given up on the idea of turning him into a Buddha.

Therefore, this was an open scheme. As long as Zi Chen was tempted, he would definitely be turned into a Buddha.

However, with so many techniques, how could Zi Chen not be tempted? This was like a poor man suddenly seeing a mountain of gold. Even if he knew that there was some kind of danger, he would still give it a try.

At this moment, Zi Chen also had this kind of wishful thinking in his heart.

He walked among the thousands of light spots. Techniques and supernatural powers appeared in front of him one after another. As he probed with his spiritual thoughts, detailed introductions appeared.

Among them, there was the Talisman of the Swastika that the monk used before, the strongest defense, and other techniques and supernatural powers. This included weapon refining, medicine refining, and many other aspects. It could be said that this was all the inheritances of the Buddhist Sect that could be left behind.

At this moment, if the people of the Jin Family were to appear, they would be shocked to find that among these supernatural powers, there were actually the ones that they had plundered before.

Although Zi Chen wanted to obtain thousands of techniques, he knew that he could not be greedy. He walked straight to the Power of Mantra. There were a total of six words, divided into six light spots, side by side in front of him.

The Mantra of the Six Words was the representative of many supernatural powers of the Buddhist Sect. It was extremely powerful.

Outside the golden light world, the old monk suddenly said, "Master, he is in front of the Mantra."

The Buddha statue did not speak, nor did it nod. However, it could naturally see what was happening in the golden light world.

"He has three pages of the Heavenly Book on him, and he is also a member of the Aboriginals. If we convert him, will the Aboriginals be unhappy?" the old monk asked again.

The Buddha statue finally opened its mouth. Its voice that seemed to come from ancient times sounded, "We have not converted him. Why would they be unhappy?"

The old monk's expression turned cold. He put his palms together and said, "Amitabha. Buddha is merciful. We have indeed not converted the young benefactor. Everything is fate. The young benefactor is like the Buddha."

The Buddha statue did not speak. The old monk did not speak either.

In the golden world, Zi Chen had already begun to comprehend the first word of the Mantra. This was the cultivation method that Zi Chen had decided to comprehend after careful consideration. This was because he was most familiar with the first word of the Mantra of the Six Words.

Now, he was only one step away from fully comprehending the Mantra. Once he broke through, the secret of the Mantra would be revealed in front of Zi Chen without any reservation.

Behind Zi Chen, the tall demonic shadow appeared again. At this moment, the demonic shadow was emitting a dense killing intent.

This was also the result of Zi Chen's careful consideration. Even if he had to spend more time, he would not allow himself to be converted. Therefore, the monstrous killing intent would allow him to remain in his demonic state and not be converted into a Buddha.

"Smart, but it's useless," the old monk thought to himself.

When Zi Chen began to comprehend the Mantra, the killing intent behind him began to weaken. Then, the golden Buddhist power appeared again.

"Kill, kill, kill."

Zi Chen's spiritual thoughts emitted an even stronger killing intent. At the same time, the perfect cultivation method in his body was circulating, dispersing every strand of Buddhist power that tried to enter this place.

During this period, in order to strengthen his killing intent, Zi Chen thought of all the people that could and should be killed.

The first thing that came to his mind was the Aboriginals. The Aboriginals and the Aboriginals were irreconcilable enemies.

At the thought of the Aboriginals, Zi Chen's killing intent rose. It was extremely strong. However, this killing intent only lasted for a moment before it weakened again.

"Kill, kill, kill."

Zi Chen thought of his enemies again. In the end, he could only think of the Five Elements. Moreover, he found that when he thought of the Five Elements, his killing intent was even stronger than that of the Aboriginals.

The demonic shadow stood motionless behind Zi Chen. Its killing intent was so strong that it almost materialized. This could indeed ensure that Zi Chen would not be converted, but it was not very useful for comprehending the power of the Mantra.

The old monk knew very well that if Zi Chen did not become a Buddha, he would not be able to comprehend the power of the Mantra. This was impossible.

"Become a Buddha." He laughed in his heart, waiting for Zi Chen to become a Buddha.

Zi Chen sat cross-legged, motionless. The Mantra appeared repeatedly in his sea of consciousness, producing a strange power.

He seemed to have entered a meditative state. The killing intent kept the last trace of clarity for him. His whole person entered the sea of the Mantra's power.

Zi Chen was immersed in it. Gradually, he found that the Mantra's power changed. The Mantra that was full of Buddhist power became full of killing intent.

The moment this killing intent appeared, Zi Chen seemed to have a flash of lightning in his sea of consciousness. This lightning cut through the sea of consciousness, dispelling the fog and naturally penetrating the thin membrane.

Zi Chen came to his senses and understood everything.

Using Buddhist power was the Mantra's power. Using elemental power and killing intent was also the Mantra's power. Only the nature was different, but the power was the same.

This was just like how there were three thousand roads, but the end point was the Great Dao.

After understanding this, Zi Chen understood the Mantra's power. Following this, it was much easier for him to comprehend. He was like a thirsty passerby, enjoying the wine to his heart's content.

The killing intent behind Zi Chen dissipated. The demonic shadow was still a demonic shadow. The Buddhist power could no longer corrode or assimilate it. At this moment, it was as if the demonic shadow had turned into a solid body. It was flawless and indestructible.

"Eh?" The old monk naturally found something strange and softly exclaimed.

Just as Zi Chen was in reality, Zi Chen suddenly opened his mouth.

"Hum."

The first word of the six-syllable mantra appeared. An inexplicable power appeared and shook. There was no Buddhist power in this power, only killing intent and destructive power.