Peerless Taoist

From the nose of the Ghost Monk, a long black gas was spat out.    

The Ghost Monk had the appearance of a skeleton, but there was a clearly visible Buddhist mark on his forehead. Although his bones were surrounded by a dense Yin Qi, the Buddhist mark was still emitting a dazzling light.    

The Ghost Monk performed an incantation gesture with his fingers and performed a hand seal.    

He held the Vajra Fist with both hands and placed his left index finger in front of his chest with his right hand.    

This was the Piero Great Wisdom Seal.    

Using wisdom as power, turning wisdom into a fist, supreme wisdom evolved into an unprecedentedly powerful force.    

The buddhist runes surrounding the Ghost Monk became brighter and brighter. Each rune emitted a profound meaning. This was the supreme wisdom of Xuanzang when he was still alive.    

When he was alive, he was an eminent monk.    

Even after his death, the boundless Yin Qi had controlled his body. However, the spells he subconsciously cast surpassed the Yin Beasts like Truth Listener, which were extremely powerful and varied.    

"Boom!"    

A series of rumbling sounds instantly rang out from within the underground palace passageway.    

It was as if a lion was roaring furiously, and a burst of explosive sounds could be heard in the air. A Buddhist handprint that flickered with golden light instantly shattered the 3,000 sword immortals.    

The young lady of the Wei Clan, who was trained as the next Sacred Lord of the Sword Pool Sacred Land, couldn't even block a single palm print from her opponent.    

And this was only a technique that had been formed by Ghost Monk's subconscious after his death.    

He didn't know how strong he was at his peak.    

"It's over, I'm going to die here!" Wei Mengting's body was icy cold, and her expression finally showed a hint of panic.    

No matter who it was, no matter who she was.    

Very few people could truly remain calm in the matter of life and death.    

"As expected of the number one Buddhist expert of the Great Tang!" A light flashed across Lu Yu's eyes.    

In the next moment, Lu Yu appeared in front of Wei Mengting.    

Wei Mengting was stunned when she saw that Lu Yu still dared to charge at her. However, a flash of astonishment appeared in her mind.    

"Danger!" Wei Mengting hastily exclaimed.    

Almost in an instant, the palm print of Ghost Monk had arrived in front of Lu Yu.    

The palm print of Buddha brought with it gusts of wild wind that whistled past. The sound seemed to be mixed with the roar of a lion, it was deafening.    

Facing this attack, Lu Yu faced it head-on.    

A supreme golden light burst out from Lu Yu's palm. Surging and powerful force surged out from his palm, and then he struck out with his palm.    

A tiger roar was heard from Lu Yu's fist and palm. It was deafening. The power of the Mysterious Immortal was superimposed with the force of the Martial Saint, and it was unleashed all at once.    

This palm strike was unstoppable!    

Lu Yu and the Ghost Monk's imposing manner had both reached the peak in this underground palace passageway.    

A tiger roar and a lion roar, meeting on a narrow path.    

Rumble!    

A powerful wave of air reverberated in all directions. Wei Mengting took a few steps back before barely managing to stop herself.    

She opened her eyes and saw the scene before her. Suddenly, her heart trembled as if she had seen an unimaginable scene.    

The palm print of Buddha Sect had vanished completely under Lu Yu's palm force.    

The Ghost Monk who had been chasing after them was sent flying hundreds of meters away, leaving two deep depressions on the ground. Even the hard floor tiles of the underground palace were forced open.    

Even the Sword Pool Sacred Lord's sword energy was unable to do it!    

But the power of Lu Yu's palm was terrifying to such an extent!    

"How did you..." Wei Mengting murmured, her mind went blank.