Chapter 369: Seven Level Pagoda

"Wanfo Chaozong" is the ninth form of the Tathagata Palm; its power is immense, profound, and mysterious.

With Yu Liancheng's martial arts talent and his experience in practicing the "Tian Fo Zhang," it still took him a very long time to master this form.

From this, one can see the power of "Wanfo Chaozong."

This palm strike is already a fusion of Heavenly Human, its power capable of rivaling natural disasters and earthly calamities.

As Wanfo Chaozong was unleashed, fierce winds howled, thunder and lightning roared, and Sanskrit chants resounded through the sky. Brilliant, sacred golden ripples pushed outward along with thousands of Buddha palms, sweeping across the firmament and the earth.

Wherever the Buddha-light ripples reached, everything crumbled and disintegrated, turning into fly ash and deathly silence, with almost no resistance.

Those six Faxiang, a hundred meters tall, lunged at the golden Buddha, yet they still appeared tiny, like moths flying into a flame. Upon colliding with the ripples, they only held their ground for an instant before disintegrating and shattering, pulverized into dust.

The Faxiang are the embodiment of the Rakshasa Cult Leader's Qi and Blood and spirit; with the Faxiang destroyed, this top evil expert of the East also vomited blood violently. As the golden ripples pushed forward, his body was sent flying even further away.

Boom—!!

The world trembled and groaned, the surrounding area completely enveloped in Jinguang, as if the heavens and earth were undergoing a great cleansing, turning this region into chaos.

It is unknown how much time passed before an American living in the concession woke up from a daze.

When he opened his eyes again and could see, that golden Buddha had disappeared, and the bustling concession had long since turned into ruins of broken walls and debris, with mangled bodies visible everywhere.

Under this single strike, at least half the concession was leveled, and thousands of people lost their lives.

Yet, some who were closer to the golden Buddha did not die, while those slightly further away turned into a puddle of meat paste, making it impossible for anyone to fathom the attack pattern of that golden Buddha.

In reality, Wanfo Chaozong possesses a destructive impact on locked-on targets and inanimate objects.

As for spiritual things, it can vaguely distinguish good from evil based on their Qi and Blood and baleful energy, with the intensity of the strike varying accordingly. Some feel like a gentle breeze, while others are the wrath of a Wisdom King.

This American looked at Yu Liancheng, who was standing in mid-air, his heart surging with emotion; he could not help but prostrate himself, performing the most devout etiquette, and enshrining him as the sacred God in his heart.

Most of those who survived this strike had similar thoughts and actions.

No matter how firm one's faith, after witnessing a true miracle, it is inevitable that one's heart and mind will be shaken.

Boom!!

Just at this moment, a figure rushed out from the ruins and stood opposite Yu Liancheng.

His clothes were tattered, revealing pale green skin; his physique was powerful, with distinct, well-defined muscles, not appearing the least bit bloated. Those fluid lines were like undulating mountain ranges on a vast earth, having endured thousands of years of wind and rain, every part natural and harmonious, condensing infinite divine power, capable of erupting with world-destroying force at any moment.

"Very good. Since my martial arts reached perfection, I have never been in such a sorry state."

The Rakshasa Cult Leader's voice was loud and steady, as if this Wanfo Chaozong had only caused him superficial injuries; he suddenly tore off the Rakshasa ghost mask on his face, revealing his true appearance.

His features were not handsome, yet they carried a strange, captivating demonic power. A pair of eyes were like an eternally burning sun, his nose was firm, his lips slightly pursed, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"I said, I am your tribulation, your death tribulation." Yu Liancheng's expression was indifferent; his eyesight was so keen that he could naturally see that the opponent was heavily injured by this strike, strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Yet, beneath that body, it seemed as if a vast and boundless power was gestating, ready to transform into the most ferocious attack at any moment.

"I hope you can still have this confidence in a moment."

The Rakshasa Cult Leader crushed the ghost mask in his hand and blew it away with a breath, scattering it everywhere. The power within his body immediately spread throughout his entire being, filling his limbs and bones, every inch of muscle and skeleton.

He spread his arms and roared, shaking the heavens and earth: "Come! Let me show you the Yijin Jing that rules the world!"

Level four...

Level five...

Level six...

Seven Level Pagoda!!

The Rakshasa Cult Leader's aura rose continuously in an instant, and his body also surged upward.

His originally loose pants instantly became tight; his height of one meter seventy-eight suddenly grew to five meters. Every muscle on his body radiated immense power, bulging like iron, and veins stood out like giant roots wrapped around a thousand-year-old tree.

Below, the crowd who had been prostrating themselves before Yu Liancheng were also dumbfounded, suspecting that this Rakshasa Cult Leader before them was an ancient beast wearing human skin!

And what the Rakshasa Cult Leader was unleashing was precisely the Seven Level Pagoda of the Yijin Jing.

Just as the Toad Skill is Huoyun Xieshen's trump card, this Yijin Jing is also the Rakshasa Cult Leader's trump card.

The Yijin Jing belongs to internal energy and can strengthen the physical body; it has a total of seven levels.

When facing "Wanfo Chaozong" earlier, the Rakshasa Cult Leader had hastily activated the first four levels of the Pagoda. If not for this, his body might have already been torn apart by the golden ripples.

And when the Yijin Jing reaches the seventh celestial cycle, the entire body becomes a vessel for Qi, the energy between heaven and earth is inexhaustible, and there are no weaknesses of being damaged, comparable to the invincible body of the Golden Bell Shield without a weak point in this world.

"Yijin Jing, Black Level Pagoda." Yu Liancheng raised an eyebrow, his fighting spirit erupting. His body suddenly radiated a brilliant golden light, sacred and majestic, like a War God descending to the world, and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold arc: "But even if it were Bodhidharma himself, I could still suppress him!"

"Come!"

The Rakshasa Cult Leader roared and took a step forward, crossing a distance of several dozen zhang, and struck with a palm.

As his palm and fingers moved through the air, a ball of flame suddenly ignited in his palm. The fierce fire energy swept out, the heat wave like a raging sea, wanting to burn and destroy everything.

The Yijin Jing enhances his physical toughness, and while unleashing the Yijin Jing, he can simultaneously use martial arts, and the power is multiplied.

The Fire Cloud Palm swung at this moment was several times more powerful than usual.

"Come!"

Yu Liancheng's Qi and Blood soared into the sky, stirring the wind and clouds, and he similarly struck out with a punch.

"Little friend, do you want to learn martial arts? Ten dollars a book, no cheating children or old folks." In the United States, Chinatown, an Old Beggar with disheveled hair and tattered clothes was promoting martial arts to a child.

The child bit on a lollipop, looking at the Old Beggar with curiosity.

"You don't like the Tathagata Palm? I have others." The Old Beggar grinned, revealing a mouthful of mismatched white teeth, and took out more secret manuals.

Tiancan Divine Skill, Xianglong Shiba Zhang, Yijin Jing, Toad Skill, Jin Ping Mei...

"How about it? Is there any you like? The task of protecting world peace is handed to you..." The Old Beggar was about to continue swindling the child when his heart suddenly stirred, and he looked toward a certain direction.

He frowned and muttered to himself: "What is going on? Two such powerful auras. This is the Seven Level Pagoda. Could it be that he is the one who made a move..."