Volume 1 760 Black-robed Monk
Volume 1 Chapter 760 Black-robed Monk
"Amitabha! Benefactor's reaction is quite fast!" The moment the black-robed man appeared, he put his hands together and said.
His voice was bone-piercing and cold.
"Are you a Buddhist cultivator?" When Qin Yun heard this Buddhist nickname, a surprised expression immediately appeared on his face.
There was a group of people in the Lanke Mountain of the Immortal Dimension. They did not cultivate, but cultivated Buddha. They claimed to be Amitabha's disciples.
Their grades were also different from those of cultivators. They were divided into Little Arhat (True Immortal), Great Arhat (Profound Immortal), Bodhisattva (Luo Immortal), Buddha (Immortal King), Buddha (Immortal Emperor), and World Sovereign (Autarch).
However, these monks and buddhas usually cultivated bitter meditation techniques. Unless the Immortal Dimension encountered a great calamity, they would rarely leave Lanke Mountain.
"You're not a Buddha monk from Mount Lanke." Qin Yun immediately concluded that Buddha golden light could be seen on any Buddhist cultivator's body, so he definitely wouldn't carry such a strong dark aura towards this person in front of him.
"Looks like Benefactor knows a lot about Buddhism. He actually knows about Lanke Mountain." The black-robed man sneered.
He stretched out a long, slender hand from his black robe and took off the hat on his head, revealing a round head.
This person had a long face. He looked like a young man. His eyes were sunken, and his eyebrows were like swords. There was a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth. There were nine ring-point scars on his smooth head, but it was a scarlet color. It was very eye-catching.
There was a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. The Buddhist beads were as red as blood and emitted a strong murderous aura.
Qin Yun frowned. The Buddhist monk in front of him gave him a very strange feeling. Whether it was his attire or aura, it was completely different from the Buddhist monk in his impression.
"Yi, it's actually a monk killer!"
Right at this moment, Gu Dao Master's soft groan sounded in Qin Yun's ears.
"Master, what is killing a monk?" Qin Yun immediately asked in confusion.
"Killing monks is a branch of Buddhism, '"Lanke Mountain Buddhism represents good, and this Slaughter Monk Sect represents evil. They make a living by slaughtering and absorbing the resentment of those killed. They can be said to be an extremely evil group of people. However, the Slaughter Monk Sect had almost disappeared under the siege of many forces 100,000 years ago. I didn't expect that they would actually reappear now." Gu Dao Master explained.
Qin Yun suddenly nodded. He did not expect that Buddhism, which had always cultivated according to the principle of good, would have such an evil side. This also confirmed the saying that everything would turn against the extreme.
"Amitabha, benefactor, hand over the fruit of the Laws. This poor monk can spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame this poor monk for transcending you." The black-robed monk looked at Qin Yun and said coldly, a faint evil smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
"Isn't your Buddhism not cultivating the Laws of Heaven and Earth, but cultivating the power of faith? Even killing monks absorb the power of resentment, right?" Qin Yun asked coldly.
"You actually know how to kill a monk? It seems like you know quite a bit." The black-robed monk's eyebrows instantly sharpened.
"That's right, killing a monk does not require the power of Laws, but what if it is a dual cultivation of Buddhism and Dao?" The corner of the black-robed monk's lips curled into an evil sneer, and killing intent loomed in his eyes.
Qin Yun frowned again.
Dual cultivation of Buddhism and Dao, this black-robed monk's ambition is really great.
"Amitabha, it seems that I don't intend to hand it over by myself. That poor monk can only take it by himself." The black-robed monk said. After he finished speaking, a blood-red radiance appeared on his hand, and a powerful aura surged out from his body.
"Late Great Arhat!" A trace of seriousness flashed across Qin Yun's face.
The killing monk in front of him was actually at the late Great Arhat realm. That was equivalent to the late Profound Immortal realm. Moreover, with his methods, it would be extremely difficult to deal with him.
"Arhat Fist!" The black-robed monk shouted loudly. His figure instantly spanned several hundred feet and appeared in front of Qin Yun. His fist fiercely smashed towards Qin Yun.
His fist was covered in a blood-red light, surging with palpitating fluctuations.
"The flying dragon is in the sky."
Qin Yun shouted loudly, and the energy on his body surged. Golden dragon-shaped phantom instantly surged out from his fist.
"Boom!"
The fists of the two collided, producing a heaven-shaking explosion.
The black-robed monk was knocked back three steps in the void, but Qin Yun was knocked back a hundred feet before he could withdraw the strength from his fist.
"Amitabha, Benefactor's strength isn't bad. How about receiving another palm strike from me?" The black-robed monk sneered.
After saying that, the black-robed monk clasped his hands together again and began to chant softly.
Buzz!
Suddenly, Buddhist songs sounded and Buddhist mantras appeared around the black-robed monk.
These Buddhist mantras weren't golden, but blood red, emitting an intense murderous aura. A huge Buddha phantom appeared behind him.
Qin Yun's gaze suddenly became serious. He could feel how terrifying the aura the black-robed monk contained at this moment was. Even he felt his heart palpitate.
"No, this monk is too powerful. He has to go all out." A trace of coldness flashed through Qin Yun's eyes as terrifying black lightning surged out from his body once again.
The black lightning halo appeared on his arm once again.
"Buddhist Mountains and Rivers!"
The black-robed monk shouted loudly and stretched out a palm. Immediately, a blood-red palm appeared in the sky, covering an area of nearly a thousand meters. It fiercely pressed down on Qin Yun.
The palm contained a strong oppressive force, and Qin Yun immediately felt as if a majestic mountain was pressing down on him.
"Berserk Three Fist!"
Qin Yun raised his head to the sky and roared, his entire body carrying an incomparably violent aura as he directly smashed towards the sky's giant hand.
"Boom!"
Qin Yun's fist collided with the Blood Palm in the sky fiercely, producing an extremely loud rumble.
Unfortunately, Qin Yun only lasted for five seconds. The thunder power on his fist shattered under the blood palm, and Qin Yun's entire body was smashed into the dust by the blood palm.
"Boom!"
The ground collapsed with a thunderous rumble. A huge palm-print crater was created on the ground. It was a thousand meters long and more than three meters deep.
Qin Yun lay in the giant pit, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
This palm almost took half of his life. If it wasn't for his [Dark Yellow Divine Devil Technique] reaching the peak of the Immortal Realm, this palm would have cost him a lot of energy.
"Amitabha, it seems that Benefactor is very capable of resisting. How about taking another palm from me?" The black-robed monk in the distance muttered something. Instantly, a strong sense of pressure surged out from the sky once again, and a huge hand of blood condensed once again.
"Motherf*cker, are you still here?" Qin Yun's eyes flashed with anger.
A dragon roar sounded in his body, intending to use the Dragon God to destroy the world and fight against this stinking monk.
"Hmph, killing a monk dares to be so blatant! You're courting death!"
However, at this moment, a loud shout came from the sky, containing boundless power. Then, the blood palm in the sky shattered under this loud shout.