Yang Guang snorted coldly, as long as the other party was in the Taiyi realm, he didn't care. He started the twelve palaces in the sea of consciousness, and his magic power had already exceeded ten thousand years. In addition, under the state of the Emperor of Heaven, the soul can integrate into the way of heaven in a short time.
, control the surrounding space, mobilize the aura of heaven and earth, and kill powerful enemies.
He put down the Heaven-Slashing Sword and stretched out his hands, holding Yang in one hand and Yin in the other. Thousands of golden lights appeared in his hands, and the sound of Buddha could be faintly heard, and the sacred mountains appeared and disappeared.
"Sumi Mountain Palm!"
The ancient Buddha on the burning lamp looked at the handprints in the void. He was not surprised. On the surface, it was the palm of Mount Sumeru, but in fact it was not a magical power, but a martial arts magical power. It was somewhat different from the real Buddhist magical power. What was contained in it
The true meaning of Buddhism is also different.
"Bump!" There was a loud noise, and the entire arena shook. Two powerful forces shook the void. It was like a strong wind was sweeping across the arena. When the surrounding immortals saw this, they were secretly shocked.
"What a powerful mana. The Sui Emperor's mana is unfathomable." Taoist Jingyang was secretly surprised when he saw this. He didn't expect that such a person in the remote Nanzhan Buzhou, just a Taiyi Golden Immortal, could be so powerful.
His magic power is no less powerful than his own.
"No wonder the world says that the Sui Emperor has the talent of a human emperor and has such powerful magical powers. It is really shocking." There was a little jealousy between Ji Daozi's brows. It seemed that the human race had one more genius. Even this guy in front of him,
His magical power exceeds his own.
As for the others, there were complicated expressions on their faces. After all, in the eyes of these people, Yang Guang was still their opponent. The stronger the opponent, the farther away the Qiankun Sword was from them.
The sick old man felt a vast force rushing in along his arms, and his body fell back. His eyes were shining brightly, and he was a little more wary. He had practiced for thousands of years, refined the formation into his body, and his magic power was powerful.
Under such circumstances, the other party did not fall behind, which was shocking.
However, he soon put all this behind him. What could he do no matter how powerful he was? Now he was on the verge of an arrow and had to make a move. He retreated and his feet turned into the breeze. He clapped his palms again and still felt
They are the palms of thunder and fire.
Yang Guang didn't have the slightest fear, he took up the Sumeru Mountain palms and swatted them together. His eyes were shining, his face was cold, his palms were like millstones, he opened and closed them wide, and when he waved, he looked like a god.
A reckless man, one palm after another, the two sides hit each other hard.
Thunder, fire, lightning, strong wind, etc., all kinds of sounds gathered together, and the immortals only saw two figures appearing on the ring, either colliding with each other, or chasing each other.
From time to time, there were sounds of dragons roaring and tigers roaring, or Suzakus flying, or green dragons wagging their tails. Waves of destructive auras came up, filling the arena. In the end, all the immortals watching could only see two people.
Even the spiritual consciousness could not capture the figures of the two people. The entire arena turned into paste. When the spiritual consciousness entered it, it was instantly wiped out by the chaotic magic power.
Only the ancient Buddha of Ran Deng had a calm expression and his sharp eyes could see through the competition between the two. The sick old man had been traveling in the three realms for many years. He had rich experience and vast supernatural powers. Coupled with his own special characteristics, he could unleash his killer moves one after another.
But Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty was not bad either. Although he had relatively few magical powers, the opponent's magic power was really powerful. No matter how mysterious the sick old man's magical powers were, his magic power was not as powerful as Yang Guang's. Whenever he used it, he would always be restrained by the opponent.
.As a result, no matter how powerful the magical power is, there is no way to use it. Often, in the middle of the operation, the magical power is forced to be changed.
Suddenly a strange situation appeared on the field. Logically speaking, the sick old man was much older than Yang Guang, and his magic power should be far greater than that of Yang Guang. However, Yang Guang was young and controlled Nanzhan Buzhou and Xiniu Hezhou. His magic power may be insufficient, but his magical power was exquisite.
Sex is far superior to that of the sick and elderly.
But the current situation is exactly the opposite. Yang Guang's magic power appears to be very powerful, and his magic power is far beyond the realm, which makes Ran Deng wonder. The situation in front of him is completely opposite to the normal situation.
Bursts of muffled sounds came, and a vast stream of energy and smoke rushed straight into the world. The powerful qi and blood formed a qi and blood furnace, burning the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The blood in Yang Guang's body was like lead and mercury. When he was fighting, he made bursts of thunder.
The sound is like the roar of the sea.
The movements of both sides became slower and slower, and the momentum of their attacks became stronger and stronger. As soon as they waved, a vast burst of magic power surged out. The essence and smoke above Yang Guang's head condensed into substance, and the clouds were dispersed.
The old man's whole body was shrouded in immortal energy, and he had the potential to fly to the immortal world.
"It's almost over." Taoist Jingyang sighed.
"There is always one person from both sides who is going to fall, but I don't know who it is?" Ji Daozi's eyes flashed with a strange color. No matter who it was, Ji Daozi thought that he had made a profit.
Yang Guang won, but consumed a lot of mana. If the sick old man won, it would mean that Yang Guang was killed.
"Emperor Sui's magical power is so powerful that it is admirable." With their palms clasped together, the figures of both parties retreated. The sick old man couldn't help but sigh when he saw the furnace of Qi and blood on Yang Guang's body.
"Senior has immeasurable magical powers, which I admire very much. It's a pity that he was seriously injured. Otherwise, I would not be his opponent." Yang Guang felt regretful. Refining the formation into the body is a grand plan, and it is not something that ordinary people can do, but
But the sick old man did it. Unfortunately, there was not enough opportunity, Daluo Jinxian was all there, and the sick old man did not have this opportunity, so he suffered a lot of injuries.
"So Pindao needs the inheritance of Taoist Qiankun, and I ask Your Majesty to fulfill it. If Your Majesty can fulfill it, Pindao is willing to serve Your Majesty for thousands of years." The eyes of the sick old man were shining brightly, and there was still a glimmer of hope in his expression.
"I'm very sympathetic to your senior's experience. In fact, I don't care about the inheritance of Qiankun Taoist. It's just that even if I give this Qiankun Sword to senior, I'm afraid he won't be able to take it away." Yang Guang shook his head. The sick old man
Maybe the Qiankun Sword is needed, but in the Three Realms, there are not many situations like sick old people?
If you don't become a Daluo, you can't jump out of the three realms, and you're not in the five elements, you can't live forever. Unless you get various insights, it's not as good as the golden elixir refined by Lao Jun himself, or the magic medicine like flat peach or ginseng fruit.
It can prolong life, otherwise, you can only wait for the arrival of the five declines of heaven and man.
"You don't want to give it anymore?" The sick old man's eyes were red. He had been missing for many years. He heard that the ancient great god Qiankun Taoist was born in the inheritance, and he couldn't wait to come and snatch it, just to let himself go further and break the restriction of the five declines of heaven and man.
When you become a Daluo Jinxian, anyone who stands in front of you is your enemy.
