Chapter 285

As he thrust out this palm, the hundred-zhang-tall golden Buddha phantom behind him performed the exact same motion!

A golden giant palm covering a hundred zhang in all directions descended like a divine punishment from the Nine Heavens, carrying the supreme power to suppress and purify all things, slamming down upon Brother Ning Chuan's head!

Brother Ning Chuan looked at the sky-obscuring golden Buddha palm, a trace of disdainful cold sneer flashing in his eyes.

He threw back his head and let out a Long Yin that shook heaven and earth!

【Heavenly Thunder Hundred-Refinement Body】, activate at full power!

A layer upon layer of fine purple Lei Guang instantly spread across his hundred-zhang-long dragon body!

The crackling and popping sounds never ceased!

He suddenly whipped his massive dragon tail, which resembled the ancient Shenshan, carrying the force of ten thousand tons of Lei Ting, and struck the descending golden Buddha palm with a fierce blow!

Boom—!!!!!!

A terrifying roar that shook heaven and earth echoed through the clouds once more!

The black dragon tail and the golden Buddha palm collided violently in mid-air!

An unimaginable, terrifying energy storm erupted!

That golden Buddha palm, capable of leveling an entire mountain peak, under the whip of Brother Ning Chuan's dragon tail filled with endless Lei Ting power.

Was actually... actually shattered by sheer force?!

It turned into countless golden light points scattered into nothingness!

"What?!"

The crowd watching below was once again completely stunned by this incredible scene before their eyes!

Especially Abbot Xuan Ci, Shi Shi Feixuan, Bi Bi Xiuxin, and other members of the Fomen, they stood with mouths agape, their minds shattered!

They never expected that the Buddha Dharma Form of their own reclusive senior, capable of suppressing all demons and monsters, would actually... actually fail to withstand even a single strike from the opponent?!

After shattering the golden Buddha palm with one tail whip, Brother Ning Chuan's pale golden dragon eyes, filled with indifference and coldness, looked down upon the sweeping old monk whose face had changed slightly, his voice carrying a trace of faint mockery:

"Hehe, old bald donkey, if that is all your skill, then obediently offer up your Sarira as sustenance for this Seat."

Upon hearing this, the sweeping old monk's face, usually as calm as an ancient well, finally showed a trace of Solemnity.

He knew that he... had still underestimated the strength of the black flood dragon before him.

He sighed lightly, a trace of determination and compassion flashing in his eyes.

He hesitated no longer, sitting cross-legged directly in the void.

With palms pressed together, he began to chant the obscure Fomen scriptures.

As he chanted, the hundred-zhang-tall golden Buddha phantom behind him blazed with brilliant light!

It actually... actually expanded once more!

Transforming into a supreme golden Buddha three hundred zhang tall, with a majestic appearance, as if capable of suppressing the entire heaven and earth!

That golden Buddha had three heads and six arms, with furious eyes wide open, holding various Fomen magical treasures in its hands, including the Demon-Subduing Pestle, the Jin Gang Bell, the Precious Lotus Lamp, and many others!

An aura far more terrifying, more sacred, and even more filled with the intent to kill than any previous time emanated from that golden Buddha!

Clearly, this sweeping old monk was about to unleash his true trump card to fight Brother Ning Chuan to the death!