This loud roar from the distant sky was like a thunderbolt, stirring up the turbid water of the Yellow River and roaring loudly to the sky. Maitreya and the three thousand Buddhas felt that their eardrums were burning and their mouths and noses were bleeding.
"His!"
Seeing the miserable state of Maitreya and others, Teng She suddenly took a breath of cold air. The seal half held in her hand also stopped, and she just stared blankly in the direction of the sound, and at the same time secretly thought in her heart.
He muttered: "Damn it, why did the demon clan have such a fierce person!"
In fact, let alone them, even Taiyi, who has been hiding in Xiao Beiming and controlled the entire incident, doesn't know who this guy is.
"Whoosh!"
A moment later, a slightly bloated figure rushed toward him with a sky full of khaki blood, almost reaching its peak.
Not far away, the three thousand Buddhas who had just been shocked by the roar were all horrified. At the same time, they very wisely and shamelessly chose to retreat as soon as possible and run away as far as they could.
Because the person who came here was simply too terrifying, covered in khaki blood like a tide, with the momentum of a reversible sky, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, submerging the space within thousands of miles, and surging like a vast ocean.
"Take the lead and punch this demon king!" There was a long roar, and the bloated figure came in an instant. Even Kunpeng would be horrified when he saw it.
"boom"
Above the sky, a giant foot completely wrapped in the law of earth suddenly trampled the void, like chasing away flies, and kicked towards the miserable face of Jieying.
Jie Yin's expression changed wildly, and he didn't even have time to dodge before he was caught in the face by that giant foot, and his whole body flew up. He directly hit the mountains in the distance.
"Um?"
Everyone's eyes bulged out when they looked at it, and at the same time they felt a chill in their hearts. They thought that this person was not very particular. He clearly said, "Take a punch from me, the Demon King," but when he actually made the move, he kicked his foot. Never seen before.
Shameless, but I have never seen this guy be so shameless.
Feeling the overwhelming aura of the visitor, Teng She swallowed hard, saluted him hesitantly, and said, "Fellow Taoist, thank you for your life-saving grace. May I ask my friend's name?"
The visitor smiled, his fat face tangled together. His big mung bean eyes were completely narrowed into a slit: "My name is Zhu Twelve, the demon king. He is the leader of the ancient Tianzhu clan!"
In fact, this guy is not Zhu Twelve. He is Hai Zhu who just came from the East Pole Plain. But at this moment, Hai Zhu's consciousness has completely shrunk into the sea of soul consciousness. The one who controls this body now is
Li Qingming himself!
"Huh?" Teng She looked at the incarnation up and down for a long time. She really recalled the Tianzhu clan in her mind.
"Bang!"
At this moment, there was an explosion from the distant mountains, causing a surge of golden Buddha power all over his body. He stepped back on the waves, arriving in an instant.
"Who are you?" The dignified saint was kicked away by an unknown person. At this time, he was furious in his heart, and there was no trace of sorrow on his face.
"Shut up!" Li Qingming smiled coldly, and the khaki blood all over his body was washed away again. Looking from a distance, it was a vast area, like a sea, submerging the place. He directly shook his right hand and rotated it with a slap.
The clay figurine still has three points of fire, let alone lead this dignified saint?
"Seeking death!" A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and a golden light suddenly rose behind him. Then he saw the illusion of a golden lotus rising from his back. The branches were like a horned dragon, stretching in all directions. The leaves were green and the lotus petals were more beautiful.
It is a wave with a faint hint of the Great Dao.
"when……"
Above the golden lotus illusion, the Buddhist bells were heard slowly, dozens or hundreds of miles apart, deafening and deafening, making people feel as if they were struck by thunder, and their souls trembled.
"Bang!"
The golden lotus stretched out its branches and leaves and blocked Li Qingming's palm. The golden Sanskrit sound penetrated his soul and instantly shattered the fat palm.
"Nima, I don't believe that I can't break your illusion!" Li Qingming was angry. How could a mere illusion block his attack? It was simply a joke!
However, the moment he took the first step, the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth immediately surged out, and the golden lotus became even more gorgeous. It was like countless Buddhas were exerting pressure on Li Qingming.
Controlling Haizhu's body, Li Qingming's eyes flashed, but the movements of his hands kept moving, khaki palm prints kept coming out one after another, giant feet filled with the power of the Wutu Law, and more
It was stepped down again and again.
The golden lotus swayed, and the giant bell hung across the sky. Pieces of green lotus leaves fell off the golden lotus on their own. When they heard the sound of the bell, they transformed into a demon-conquering Arhat, holding a golden Buddha pestle and pressing towards him.
Li Qingming gave a light scolding and forcibly turned the space within an inch of the surrounding area into the Wutu realm. No matter how powerful all the laws in the world were, it was destined to not be able to get even close to Li Qingming.
With a loud "boom" sound, the palm prints collided with the Arhat, and the huge mana wave directly shattered the sky. One palm print corresponded to one Arhat, and both were annihilated at the same time, leaving no trace left.
Whether it was the three thousand Buddhas not far away or the forces from all directions who narrowed their eyes on this station, they were all stunned.
What is going on? How come another saint appears out of nowhere? When will saints in China be mass-produced?
The place of Little Beiming, the Palace of the Sun.
"Demon Master, do you know the origin of this Taoist who calls himself Zhu Twelve?" Taiyi pinched his eyebrows, as if he was very upset.
Looking at the Taoist in the water mirror, Kunpeng pondered for a long time and said: "Your Majesty, I have heard a little about the Tianzhu clan he mentioned. But in the ancient times, the three clans were in chaos, and hundreds of clans were fighting for hegemony. According to reports
According to legend, the Pig Clan had been destroyed at the hands of the Phoenix Clan that day. How could their clan leader still be alive?"
Taiyi was confused at this time, because not only the so-called Zhu Twelve, but also a strange figure appeared in almost all the twelve long rivers of the Dragon Palace in the interior of China, and they were terrifyingly strong.
It's just that unlike Zhu Twelve, although those Taoists are consciously opposing the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, they are obviously on the side of the human race and fighting against the monsters and spirits that are causing the flood.
If you don't figure out their specific origins, then the demon clan will have a lot of fun!
East Kunlun Mountain, Sanqing Hall.
"Brother, these old demons seem to have never appeared on the land of China. Is it possible to make an agreement this time?" Tongtian looked at Zhu Twelve in the water mirror and said, "Also, this guy looks familiar.
?Even the breath on your body is quite familiar, what is going on?"
I didn't answer Tongtian, but looked at the distracted Li Qingming thoughtfully and said, "There are some things that are better to know than not to know!"
"Huh?" Li Qingming, who was distracted by the battle with Jie Yin, shuddered and thought: "After all, he is the number one saint under Hongjun! You can see this."
Mount Sumeru in the west, Great Leiyin Temple.
The mysterious fox sitting under the ancient Bodhi tree is practicing meditation with his eyes closed. The bright flowers fall on his body, making him look peaceful and detached.
But at this moment, Xuanhu suddenly felt palpitations in his heart, and he calculated it in his mind for a long time in confusion. He intuitively felt that something was going to happen in Buddhism, but due to the chaos of heaven, it was impossible to calculate or investigate it.
It's also his fault, Xuanhu, for his unluckiness. The saints are all observing the situation in the Chinese mainland. You, Xuanhu, are unlucky. You always act indifferent and seem to have everything in mind. If you are not unlucky, who else is unlucky?
Let’s split the story into two parts, let’s take another look at the Battle of the Yellow River at this moment.
"boom!"
Jie Yin still sat under the golden lotus phantom with a miserable expression. Every time an Arhat was annihilated by the white palm, his face would turn whiter.
Suddenly, Li Qingming pulled out a nail rake from the storage space. Hey! This nail rake was all black, with an eight-foot long handle, nine-toothed jade teeth set on the handle, and double rings of gold on both sides of the nine-tooth. Falling leaves are accompanied by a chilly and extremely fierce air.
Li Qingming threw out the rake, and the dance was airtight. The sharp nine teeth directly cut through the void, making a "swish" sound. Every time the rake was thrown out, an Arhat would be torn into pieces.
Suddenly, the atmosphere within a radius of thousands of miles became more violent, the energy of heaven and earth rioted, and the sky was so majestic that it seemed to be overwhelming and suffocating.
At this time, the pressure to lead increased sharply. If this continues, the Arhat born from the Golden Lotus and the Big Bell will simply not be enough for Li Qingming to carve out with a rake.
"Om!"
He gritted his teeth, followed the one-hand seal change, and suddenly let out a loud shout, speaking the Buddhist mantra. At this time, he was under great pressure. Even though the Buddha's power was prosperous in his body, there was a feeling that his golden body was about to be torn apart. The feeling of being crushed.
"Buzz!"
The golden lotus behind him began to shake rapidly, and the milky white power of faith directly cut through the void and surged out.
Buddha, Bodhisattva, Arhat, Novice and other Buddhist disciples all appeared. These illusions were completely formed by the power of Buddha mixed with the divine light of faith.
Each of them had a solemn appearance, holding either an alms bowl, a Buddhist pestle, or a pure vase in their hands, and they rushed toward Li Qingming fiercely.
This is the fluctuation of the vast Buddha power, and it is also the thought power of countless living beings gathered here on the land of China. No one can resist it.
"Oh? Are you desperate?" Li Qingming's eyes sparkled, and the rake held upside down in his hand burst out with the immeasurable power of the Wutu Rule.
"break!"
Li Qingming let out a long roar, and the power of the Body Wu Earth Rules completely burned up, like endless rushing rivers, winding around Li Qingming. It seemed that every khaki brilliance flashed by, there would be bursts of thunder, shaking the nine days. They were all shaking constantly.
The rake is not afraid of the gods and Buddhas in the sky. Every time the rake is thrown out, it will take away thousands of phantoms of gods and Buddhas.
"boom!"
I don’t know how long the fight lasted. When Li Qingming gradually felt that he was unable to do what he wanted, there was a problem on the receiving end.
The huge chime bell that was originally clanging was completely turned into powder after one of Li Qingming's bombardments.
Li Qingming was stunned for a moment and then became ecstatic.
"boom!"
A vast wave of waves surged out from Qingming's body. At the same time, the rake in his hand was so bright that he directly drew the rake against Jie Yin's face.
"Ouch!"
Jie Yin was blown away by him for more than ten miles before this scream broke through the sky! (To be continued...)