Chapter 264: Pure Lotus Buddhist Zen Twin Seals Test the Crowd

Xu Chen looked at those sacred-grade hand seals and discovered they were precisely the "Fo Chan Yin."

This Fo Chan Yin came in two types: one was the Fo Chan Ling Yin, skilled in offense, with tremendous power.

The other was the Fo Chan Ding Yin, which upon deployment could pin the opponent in place for one second.

Even against a powerhouse one level above oneself, it could still hold them for 0.1 seconds.

To ordinary Martial Artists, this span of time might count for nothing.

But in the eyes of sacred-grade powerhouses, those 0.1 seconds could kill — or save one's life.

What Jing Lian was now executing was a fused version of both: the "Fo Chan Shuang Yin." Fahai, naturally knowing the Fo Chan Yin inside and out, cried out the moment he saw it: "The Fo Chan Shuang Yin — and unleashed at will, no less, five of them simultaneously! Might I ask which temple you hail from? Shaolin Temple, or Lingyin Temple?" Fahai was truly stunned by the sight. This Fo Chan Yin was a sacred-grade martial art, one that could only be cultivated by those with profound comprehension of Buddhist teachings.

Generally within Jinshan Temple, only those who had cultivated for at least a thousand years could learn the Fo Chan Yin.

But even so, the monks who managed to learn it could be counted on one hand.

He, Fahai, could only deploy the Fo Chan Ling Yin or the Fo Chan Ding Yin individually, but was unable to simultaneously execute the Fo Chan Shuang Yin.

"What — the legendary Fo Chan Shuang Yin?"

Luo Qianshang and the others, hearing this, instantly narrowed their pupils.

This attendant of Anlong Wudi was actually a high monk of the Buddhist Sect?

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

However, at this moment, they no longer had time to think.

Because those Fo Chan Shuang Yin had already come crashing down upon them like meteorites, striking with pinpoint precision.

Luo Qianshang instantly deployed a sacred-grade martial art of the same tier: "Thousand-Armed Guanyin."

His martial art had likewise been learned from the Buddhist Sect — though not from monks, but from nuns.

In an instant, it was as if ten thousand hands materialized before him, all slapping at the Fo Chan Shuang Yin in unison.

Even though half of Luo Qianshang's hands were pinned in place, his other half could still move.

In the end, it concluded with Luo Qianshang retreating a thousand miles and the Fo Chan Shuang Yin exploding. Jing Lian said coolly: "Not bad."

Luo Qianshang was inwardly shaken by this person's ferocity — this person surely had not exerted full strength. He cupped his fists and said: "This junior has luckily passed."