"This, this, this is the projection of the ancient battlefield!" A cultivator in the crowd trembled.

"Ancient battlefield, projection?" Everyone was stunned.

"That's right, it's a true reproduction of the ancient battlefield. It's simply amazing!"

"That, that is my ancestor from the Wuji Dao Palace!"

"Also, there are my ancestors from the Heavenly Temple!"

"That's, that's the Nine Flying Styles! Oh my God, it's really the Nine Flying Styles!"

"Great, Mahayana Divine Secret!"

"Buddhist mudra!"

"There's actually a killing spree between big demons!"

"Here, here is the power of the Five Elements!"

"This, this is me, my powerful senior from the Bright Continent!"

Tens of thousands of cultivators were in an uproar, and many even screamed out in surprise, recognizing their own sect's unique skills and lost secret techniques. Moreover, there were actually ancient cultivators from the Dark Continent in the light pillar.

Their eyes widened, their expressions were dull, and they all fell into the state of enlightenment.

Then more people sat down and realized the ancient magic in the light pillar.

"This is the Great Burning Heaven Hand!" The young monk was also deeply shocked. He stared at the fierce battle at a certain position in the light beam, murmured in his mouth, and couldn't help but pinch the seal.

Talkative Yuan Yi was the same way. He stared at the light beam, his eyes almost popped out, and his hands were shaking a little.

However, if any outsiders found out, they would find it very strange, because wherever the two men looked, one saw a battle between demigods, and the other saw a slaughter between seventh-level demons.

It stands to reason that monks should understand the Buddhist skills clearly, and Yuan Yi should pay attention to the battles between masters. But now, the monks ignore the Buddhist skills, and Yuan Yi ignores the battles between practitioners. It seems very strange.

For a moment, tens of thousands of cultivators on both continents fell silent and gradually became immersed in their understanding of the secrets of ancient skills.

The young monk's entire body and mind were thrown into the beam of light, and the seals in his hands were getting faster and faster, and what he displayed was the Great Burning Heaven Hand.

The monk had already practiced this technique to the point of proficiency, but what the strong man in the beam of light showed today was refreshing, eye-opening, and completely overturned his previous understanding.

Compared to the power of the Great Dream Hand in the Light Pillar, what the monk had practiced before was simply child's play.

Although they were separated by a huge beam of light, everyone could clearly feel that the power of the torrential flames sprayed out by the Great Burning Sky Hand was enough to kill masters above demigods.

"The seals are wrong, and the route of performing the exercises is wrong!" the monk murmured, and the seals in his hands kept changing, and bursts of blazing fire followed.

Each strike of these raging fires is enough to incinerate the peak masters of the mid-stage Golden Core. That's right, just every strike can!

However, the person who performed this Taoist technique was a monk who was at the peak of the early stage of the Golden Elixir.

Fortunately, everyone was vying for the opportunity in the beam of light, so no one noticed his movements at all.

Those red fires, after leaving the monk's palm, all poured into the pillar of light.

The strange thing is that as soon as those raging fires touched the light pillar, they disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea without making any waves.

The monk continued to use the Great Burning Hand selflessly. Within a few dozen breaths, the power of the fire became more and more powerful, soaring in a straight line. From being able to incinerate the peak masters in the middle stage of the golden elixir with each blow, until it can incinerate the late stage golden elixir, and then to

Late peak.

As time goes by, the blow from the Monk's Burning Heaven Hand has become very terrifying, enough to kill the masters of Golden Elixir and Perfection, even to the level of quasi-demigods!

Moreover, the power of his Great Burning Hand continues to increase dramatically.

The same goes for chatty Yuan Yi. After his mind was completely immersed in the beam of light, the techniques he used became more and more weird and powerful, but they became less and less like the Taoist techniques used by strong cultivators, or in other words, they became less and less like

The Taoism of practitioners.

What's even more frightening is that the aura around him is getting stronger and stronger, and the oppression he releases is not something that a mid-stage golden elixir cultivator possesses, or even a demigod master.

The monk was closest to Yuan Yi and suffered the greatest oppression. However, he had already been immersed in the beam of light and was completely unaware of this oppression.

Under this increasingly strong oppression, the power of the monk's Great Burning Hand has been rising steadily and continues to increase dramatically. The current blow is enough to make the demigod master seriously injured and dying.

To perform Taoist magic of this level, the consumption of mana and true energy is huge, and the monk is already somewhat insufficient at this time.

But what he felt first was not the emptiness of his own magic power, but the huge oppressive force from outside.

His magic power couldn't keep up, and he could no longer bear this huge pressure. His consciousness returned instantly, and when he turned around, he couldn't help but turn pale in horror.

This kind of oppressive power that surpasses that of a demigod actually comes from Yuan Yi!

"He, he is a master of the divine realm! No, his aura is a little different from that of a master of the divine realm. This..." The monk was shocked.

"Okay, you have also suppressed your cultivation!" At this moment, Yuan Yi suddenly regained his momentum, rolled his eyes at the monk, and changed his title, from master to you.

"Donor you!" The monk's face changed instantly and his eyes were a little dodgey.

"Forget it, there are even bigger opportunities in the light pillar, let's not miss it." Yuan waved his hand and turned to look at the top of the light pillar again, completely losing his talkative demeanor.

The young monk then looked around, but felt a stabbing pain at the altar, and his eyes quickly moved down.

It was an all-out fierce battle between a master in the divine realm and a big demon above level seven. With his divine consciousness, he couldn't watch the battle, at least not for a long time.

At this time, the sky was full of Taoism below the light pillar, and the brilliance was brilliant. All the cultivators achieved great gains, and they all used great moves that surpassed their own. The mana and true energy surged wildly, but they were all absorbed by the light pillar.

"That seems to be... the Ancient Lianshan Technique, ah..." Suddenly, someone in the southern area pointed at the light beam and screamed, but then he held his head in his hands and howled miserably.

It was another duel between masters in the divine realm. This person was only at the peak of the late Jindan period. His consciousness was damaged after just one glance.

Everyone clearly heard the four words "Lianshan Ancient Jue" and raised their hands and looked up. Naturally, the ending was the same as that person's. The same was true for the Golden Elixir Dzogchen Master. For a while, the sound of miserable howling could not be heard.

"That is indeed the ancient art of Lianshan!" Someone among the cultivators sitting cross-legged in the northern area said solemnly, but he only glanced at it and lowered his head, not daring to look at it a second time.

This is a demigod master.

"Yes, it's that unparalleled secret technique!" There were also demigods in the southern Hezhou area who responded.

"That was the showdown between the late Void God, and even the powerful ones above the realm of God Control. We had to miss it in vain, alas..." Another demigod sighed, his tone full of unwillingness.

When the monk heard this, he was greatly moved.
Chapter completed!