In the martial arts arena of Jinguang Temple.

There were at least hundreds of monks surrounding him, all of whom were at a high level of cultivation and above the realm of foundation building.

If you were placed in a cultivating family or a small sect, you could almost be an elder or guest minister.

But now, the restraint that a Foundation Establishment monk should have could not be seen on their faces at all, and each of them looked nervously at the fight going on in the field.

From time to time, small conversations could be heard in the distance.

"Brother, who do you want to bet on to win this time?"

"Of course it's the one who belongs to Master Shen Yin. He was already in the late stage of foundation building twenty years ago and has accumulated enough mana to polish it.

It is said that we are not far from the fake elixir realm. If the realm is one level lower, the strength will be doubled..."

"However, although.

Master Zhenru should not be underestimated. In just two and a half years, he mastered the famous and difficult "Mingwang Jue".

It is said that even the abbot's uncle has personally acknowledged his talent and understanding..."

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The people below were talking a lot, but nothing could penetrate the sound barrier and affect the two people fighting in the field.

A burly monk with a majestic face pinched the seal with his left hand, released a series of golden paw prints, and grabbed forward.

The claws are like a dragon, and the sound is particularly powerful.

Every time it is probed out, there must be an astonishing sonic boom sound that bursts the air.

When it fell to the ground, it left clear marks on the tungsten rock that is difficult to damage even with low-level magic weapons.

His cultivation level is close to that of a false elixir, and his magic power can be said to be endless in the foundation building realm. He does not hesitate to use it, and his momentum is truly astonishing.

However, this is not the most powerful thing.

His real killer move lies in the purple gold Zen staff held upside down in his right hand.

He usually hides himself without speaking, only using the claws in the sky to cover himself.

But when he was offered sacrifices, he was full of courage.

Faintly, the Zen staff turned into the shadow of a tiger, mixed with the dragon claws in the sky and swooped forward.

For a moment, there was the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring.

I don't know what the essence of the combination is, but when the two cooperate with each other, the power is increased by three points.

The mighty monk was also extremely satisfied with his action.

It should be noted that this Zen staff contains a tiger demon soul that is only in the late stage of foundation establishment.

Although he lost his body, he was summoned to use the secret method of Jinguang Temple and was re-refined with the help of the power of his body and mind lamp.

Transform him into a being like a protector god.

As long as the lamp of the heart is not extinguished and the mana is supplied, even if the tiger's soul is scattered, it can still be reshaped.

The level of difficulty is even worse than before.

Even if you encounter a real fake alchemy monk, you will still have a headache.

There seems to be no other better way than using powerful magic as soon as they meet and suppressing them directly.

However, his opponent does not seem to be in this example.

"This method is quite interesting."

Opposite him, Xie Duanyang stood tall.

The method used by this person is not considered secret in Jinguang Temple. Basically, monks above the foundation level can learn it.

But there are only a few who have truly mastered it.

After all, we are no longer in ancient times, nor are we in a special environment like the Chaos Star Sea.

The human monks are flourishing, but in contrast, the environment of the monster race is getting worse day by day.

Especially in a holy place of cultivation like Dajin.

Unless it's on the coast, in southern Xinjiang, these inaccessible places.

Or those sacred places for monsters in the Valley of Ten Thousand Monsters.

Otherwise, whenever a monster appears in the inland area, it will become a common phenomenon.

As soon as the news spreads, countless monks would form groups to hunt.

Regardless of scales, fur, or inner elixirs, they are all good things that can be used to refine weapons or elixirs.

Tigers in the later stages of foundation building are really rare.

And even though he killed the monster, his soul was successfully peeled off.

The next sacrifice to the Dharma Protector is not that easy either.

The fire of the heart lamp is naturally lethal to the soul.

Only after the initial sacrifice can the power of the heart lamp be absorbed and utilized.

It is extremely difficult for the soul to survive this test.

Those with a strong will and strong resentment are too resistant and difficult to be truly refined.

But if the soul is incomplete and confused, even if you are lucky enough to practice it, it will not be of much use.

In contrast, if the souls of human monks are used to refine evil magic weapons, the success rate may be much higher.

However, this kind of behavior is completely demonic.

In a place like Mingzhou where the Deng Deng Buddhist Sect is seated, it's not much better except that everyone shouts and beats them.

There is indeed some chance that the other party could harvest such a successful product.

However, it's still useless!

At least that's the case for myself.

Facing those phantoms of dragon claws that filled the sky, Xie Duanyang remained motionless and allowed the opponents to pounce on him.

What he was wearing today was just a sect-standard robe and monk's robe that had almost no protection and had better defense than anything else. It was easily torn open by those dragon claws.

However, when those dragon claws wanted to take a step closer, they found that they hit the iron plate.

A bright light appeared above Xie Duanyang's head, the light circulated, and a layer of light mask faintly rose up to isolate the attack coefficient.

The claw shadow collided with it and immediately collapsed and recovered its strength.

It couldn't even hurt half of his hair.

Even though Xie Duanyang's physical foundation is naturally much better than that of ordinary monks, his "Ming Wang Jue" has only reached the first level of great achievement.

But he couldn't bear the impact of these dozens of dragon claws, each of which was comparable to a full blow from a mid-grade magic weapon.

The reason for this is that he used the secret technique of the Randen Buddhist Sect and the "Mingwang Jue".

Using the heart lamp as a bridge, he mixed his own magic power into the newly formed body of "Ming Wang Jue" and temporarily blessed it by several layers.

I tried it out today, but the results are extraordinary.

"Junior brother Zhenru's enlightenment on the Dharma of Ran Deng is truly astonishing!"

The majestic monk's expression changed slightly and he praised him.

Xie Duanyang completed the first level of "Mingwang Jue" in less than three years.

Although the progress was not slow in the history of Jinguang Temple, he actually didn't pay much attention to it.

Because the first level of "Mingwang Jue" is only the most basic foundational skills, it focuses more on the use of magic power, rather than the improvement of realm cultivation and breakthrough.

It doesn't improve the strength much.

However, he did not expect that Xie Duanyang not only mastered the "Ming Wang Jue", but also used the supporting secret techniques without any hindrance.

That's why he praised his understanding of the heart lamp, not his attainments in Ming Wang Jue.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After realizing the approximate strength of his opponent, the majestic monk no longer held back, and used his magic power to his heart's content, and his cassock expanded in an instant.

The Zen staff he had been holding in his right hand suddenly slipped out of his hand and flew out.

The powerful shadows of the dragon's claws all over the sky dispersed and disappeared, but the phantom of the tiger became much more solid.

But it wasn't over yet. The majestic monk ripped off his cassock and threw it out with his fingers.

The cassock rose in the wind, and finally was draped over the tiger, blending into it and turning into a colorful tiger skin.

The tiger's breath rose again and again, surpassing the monk himself, and officially climbed to the realm of false elixir.

Xie Duanyang took a deep breath, and instead of releasing a powerful magic weapon, he raised his hands and took a stance.

It's like a combination of law and martial arts.

"Ming Wang Jue" is a secret manual for superior physical training, which is very different from ordinary exercises.
To be continued...