Pure Yang Finger has always been Ling Tian's trump card, whether in the lower realm or after ascension.
This is a god-level magical power, and even Ling Tian would not choose to use it under normal circumstances.
But this time, it's different.
Fanjing was tyrannical and the armies were fighting. Lingtian also thought of a quick victory.
Pure Yang Finger is enough to shock the battlefield.
The terrifying five fingers stretched across the void and were more than ten thousand feet long.
Five fingers grasped at the Brahma Pure.
The terrifying divine thoughts locked it.
"Um!?"
Watching Ling Tian's Pure Yang Finger press crazily, the space collapsed wherever it passed.
Such a powerful magical power made Fanjing startled and suspicious.
He was born in the Imperial Palace, and although he was not a big figure, he had always looked down on the level of martial arts in the Chaotic War Zone.
But today's Ling Tian is obviously not comparable to the geniuses of the chaotic battlefield.
For example, this Pure Yang Finger, the Dark Emperor Palace just now, is definitely a top-notch magical power.
"The Control of Buddha and Demon!"
Fanjing shouted angrily, raised his Zen staff in front of him, and held it in front of him.
Facing such a fierce attack from Ling Tian, he could only resist it with all his strength.
"Crack!"
However, when Chunyang's finger fell, it vibrated on his Zen staff.
The terrifying power caused Fanjing's expression to change drastically.
Before he could react, the pure Yang fingers swallowed him up.
Bang!
After three breaths, Fanjing was blown out of the Pure Yang Finger.
And the Pure Yang Finger exploded in the void.
Ling Tian looked at Fan Jing.
But he didn't expect that Fanjing actually survived under the finger of Chunyang.
But although he was not killed by a single finger, at this moment, his cassock was broken and his body was charred black.
Even his face was covered in blood and flesh, looking extremely ferocious.
Even if he doesn't die, he is already in extreme embarrassment.
Under Ling Tian's Chunyang command, unless the Immortal Lord has the fighting power, there is absolutely no way to accept it safely.
"Haha, Fanjing, are you nothing more than this?"
"Can you still take one of my fingers?"
Ling Tian was suspended above the battlefield, looking at Fanjing in the distance.
"Haha, this finger is indeed very strong!"
"But if you want to kill me, you still think too much!"
"Dark, Buddha and Demon Transformation!"
Before he finished speaking, his top suddenly burst open, revealing his dark, muscular skin. An ancient Sanskrit script was engraved on the surface of his skin. The Sanskrit script was so big that it was like a tattoo, attached to most of his body.
The Sanskrit inscription is crooked and curved, like a terrifying evil ghost.
Immediately, a strange path appeared, and Sanskrit lines flowed on the skin with a light like dark red blood.
The evil light transformed Fanjing's original Buddha power into evil demonic power.
Now, Fanjing has completely transformed into a demon and is no longer a Buddha.
"This is……"
Such an evil scene made everyone on the battlefield shrink in size.
After a while, Fanjing's body erupted with monstrous demonic light, and his body began to squirm strangely.
In the end, he turned into a demonic body dozens of feet tall.
Surrounded by thousands of feet of demonic light behind him, Fanjing seemed to be infinite, close to the immortal king's combat power.
"Ling Tian, this is my original face, Fanjing, tremble!"
boom!
The majestic demonic pressure suddenly swept across the entire Immortal Gate. In the thick dark red demonic light, everyone could clearly see that Fanjing's body was constantly changing.
Kaka!
The sound of bones exploding and muscles reorganizing seemed very harsh in the strange blood light.
Many people's expressions changed in an uproar. This scene was really strange.
"It turns out that this is Fanjing's truest appearance."
A group of human golden immortals frowned and asked.
Previously, when Fanjing was in the Hanshan Temple of the human race, he was quite famous. He was a holy monk who was rarely seen in thousands of years. He killed demons and demons, and was a majestic treasure. He was the pride of Hanshan Temple.
But now, looking at Fanjing's appearance, even the monks from Hanshan Temple helplessly shook their heads and said the Buddha's name.
Over the years, they have also been deceived by Fanjing.
"Ling Tian, I, Fanjing, have been dormant in the chaotic battlefield for hundreds of years. Now I have been waiting for you on this road to immortality for more than a hundred years, just to kill you at the gate of immortality!"
"Give up, the Dark Emperor Palace will never allow you to enter the Seven Immortal States!"
Brahma purified his demonic body and sneered.
"Very good. It's not bad to be able to force out your true form. You have been wearing my Buddhist cassock all day long, desecrating the sanctity."
Ling Tian remained motionless as a mountain.
boom!
Under the gate of Shengxian, the rich magic light suddenly spread out. Fan Jing's tall demon body walked out of the magic light.
The figure had black scales all over its body. From a distance, it looked like it was covered with strange magic patterns. There was a faint, strange aura. At this moment, Ling Tian looked like a demon that only existed in ancient times.
, extremely terrifying.
"I really didn't expect that it would force me to this point, but everything will end soon!"
The scarlet light in Fanjing's eyes flashed, and he clenched his hands tightly, feeling the power that was so surging that it was about to explode, and the desire for killing and destruction surged crazily in his heart.
Right now, he already has combat power comparable to that of the Immortal Lord.
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, the magic marks on his body began to squirm, his body shook violently, and a storm suddenly rose in the void.
The Zen staff in his hand manifested again, and he smashed it towards Ling Tian.
"This time, look at those fingers of yours, can you still show off your power?"
Wherever the Zen staff swept, the void collapsed.
This time Fanjing's magical power has been completely transformed.
When the power of the Zen staff was about to fall on him, Ling Tian snorted coldly, the dragon scales all over his body suddenly rose, the wings bloomed on his back, and at the same time, his big hand was raised high again.
Thunder, fairy fire, Qihai Xianyuan, plus the vigorous dragon power, once again condensed into sky-covering fingers and faced him.
Pure yang is infinite, powerful enough to break through all odds!
The big finger flashed like a comet and shot out.
The Pure Yang Finger clashed with the terrifying Zen staff, and the violent power was released in an instant. But this time, the always invincible Pure Yang Finger was shattered inch by inch.
Under the penetration of the huge force, the void beneath Ling Tian's feet cracked open.
The Chunyang finger was broken this time.
Under absolute power, the Pure Yang Finger cannot create another miracle.
Unless Ling Tian can be promoted to Golden Immortal, or the Nine Transformations of True Dragon, to the second transformation.
Ling Tian glanced at his right arm. After the blow, there were traces of blood seeping from the cracks.
Terrifyingly, this Fanjing's true form instantly gave him a huge advantage in cultivation.
Fan Jing was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Ling Tian to actually block his scepter. At his peak, he once killed a human race in the late Golden Immortal stage with one punch.
Unexpectedly, Ling Tian's cultivation level, which was no higher than that of a heavenly immortal, actually blocked it.
The technique this guy practices is probably quite difficult.
That's right, if he was ordinary and had no luck, how could he, a small human race, become the person chosen along the way.