Chapter 291

"Eighteen Layers of Golden Bell Shield!"

"Seventy-two Unique Skills!"

Patriarch Bodhidharma did not hesitate and made his move directly. With a thought, a golden bell flowed around his body, one layer after another, a full eighteen layers!

At the same time, figures appeared in the void, each one a little monk who looked seventy or eighty percent like Bodhidharma.

These little monks, a full one hundred and ninety-eight of them, each unleashed a Shaolin unique skill that surpassed perfection and approached the realm of divine ability.

Shaolin Luo Han Fist, Bright Fist, Left and Right Piercing Flower Hands... Prajna Zen Palm, Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm, Great Compassion Thousand-Leaf Hands... Doro Leaf Finger, Formless Tribulation Finger, Plucking Flower Finger... Extinction Claw, Indra Claw, Shaolin Tiger Claw Hand... Twelve Dragon-Capturing Hands... Bodhidharma Sword Art... Bodhi Saber Art, Breaking Precepts Saber Art, Compassion Saber Art... Great Manjushri Staff Art... Drunken Eight Immortals Staff Art... Nine Diagrams Six Seated Statue Movement Art... Luo Han Divine Art... Fixed Pearl Subduing Demon Supreme Divine Art... Sixty-nine figures unleashed sixty-nine unique skills.

Three figures set up the Diamond Demon-Subduing Circle; one hundred and eight figures set up the One Hundred and Eight Luo Han Array; there were even eighteen figures setting up the Eighteen Little Luo Han Array!

"This... this... Eighteen Layers of Golden Bell Shield?! Is this the Eighteen Layers of Golden Bell Shield that rivals the Shattered Void?!"

"There is a rumor that if the Golden Bell Shield is practiced to the eighteenth layer, one can cross the void passage and fly straight to the upper world with the physical body undamaged!"

"Hiss! Seventy-two unique skills! These are the seventy-two unique skills! Each unique skill has surpassed perfection and approached the realm of divine ability?!"

"Patriarch Bodhidharma! It really is Patriarch Bodhidharma!"

"Good opportunity! Quickly comprehend! Quickly comprehend!"

"..."

Master Tianzheng, the heads of the various halls, and the other high-ranking Shaolin monks were overjoyed, exclaiming endlessly, and stared at the void, beginning to comprehend.

For them, this was a great opportunity, an unprecedented great opportunity!

"These are the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin!"

"This scene is almost Patriarch Bodhidharma... personally demonstrating the arts!"

"Everyone! Good opportunity! Quickly comprehend!"

"..."

The heroes of the martial arts world and the warriors of the world could not help it either, and they followed the Shaolin monks, beginning to comprehend.

"Worthy of being Patriarch Bodhidharma! Worthy of being the Patriarch Bodhidharma who founded Shaolin and was the number one person in Buddhism five hundred years ago!"

In Fan Zhongyan's eyes, there were layers of figures, and he could not help but exclaim in shock and admiration.

Boom!

Just at this moment, a bell sound shook, the ten-thousand-mile firmament trembled; a piece of golden light shone, brighter than the sun; a fluctuation came, and the entire Mount Song was overturned.

"Ah! My ears! My eyes..."

"I can't see! I can't see!?"

"Look... eh?! I can see! Wait! Where are those nearly two hundred figures?! How... are they gone?!"

"..."

The light was intense and brilliant, making everyone cry out, unable to help but close their eyes, saying they couldn't see anything.

But soon, the light dissipated, and when everyone opened their eyes, they found that the monk figures filling the sky had already disappeared.