Facing the extremely powerful Tang, Qi Nian concentrated his mind, formed Buddha seals with his hands, and surrounded Tang with a seven-layer pagoda formation.
This array of golden light circulates like a layer upon layer of pyramids, divided into seven layers in total. It embodies the power of faith of Buddhist believers and can trap the enemy in it, suppress it, and even rebound the opponent's attacks.
Tang banged his head against the wall of the seven-story pagoda formation. He felt as if he had hit a wall and was knocked back two steps.
"If you want to trap me, this formation is not enough."
Raising his arms and using his luck, Tang hit the formation wall with a heavy punch, and there was only a sound of gold and iron clashing.
"Click~"
With just one punch, the formation wall was covered with countless cracks.
Qi Nian's expression changed, he suffered a backlash, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Knowing that this formation could not withstand Tang's second punch, Qi Nian immediately formed a loudspeaker formation in front of him, and then gave up the fifteen-year-old
"Shut up Zen" and let out a roar.
"ah!!!"
The art of silent meditation is close to a side one. The longer you remain silent, the greater the power it accumulates.
After fifteen years of accumulation, after this roar, the seven thoughts released all their power and converged into one sound. The Buddha's voice was loud and clear, and the sound shook the wilderness.
And as the roar sounded, waves of invisible sound waves swept out like hurricanes, and smoke billowed everywhere they passed, filling the air with smoke.
Seeing this situation, Tang immediately covered his ears and circulated Qi throughout his body, resisting Qi Nian's strongest blow.
Just hearing a loud sound of "Boom!~~~~", the Qi Nian Buddha's sound surged like a tide, instantly scraping the ground three feet, destroying everything in its path. Tang was the first to bear the brunt, and his dreadlocks were messy in the wind.
There were tears in the clothes on his body. Tang took two steps back and stabilized his body. Apart from feeling some tinnitus, he felt no other discomfort.
"Just keep silent, that's all?"
Tang smiled disdainfully and punched out fiercely. The seven-story pagoda formation instantly collapsed. After his fist shattered the formation wall, Tang's body instantly appeared in front of Qi Nian.
"Old friend, return to the West!"
With the ruthless words, Tang's heavy fist flew out, directly hitting Qi Nian's chest. A powerful and domineering force penetrated Qi Nian's chest, and even Ming Wang couldn't resist it without moving.
"Pfft~"
Qi Nian looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood. Tang's hand grabbed his heart and penetrated it from his back.
As Tang's five fingers tightened, Qi Nian's still-beating heart was crushed into a pulp, and blood plasma burst out.
A generation of Buddhists fell away.
After throwing away Qi Nian's body, Tang expressionlessly pulled out the long knife stuck on the ground and shouted to the tribesmen behind him: "Drive the hypocrites of Xiling out of the wasteland and kill them!"
"kill!!"
Three thousand men in black robes moved upon hearing the sound. Each one raised his sword and dropped his sword, killing the soldiers of the Xiling Alliance.
The barren warrior missed the last hit from behind.
At the same time, Ye Hongyu and Tang Xiaotang were competing in a speed contest. Two figures, one red and one white, flickered and appeared, and a close sound of swords clashed in the void.
【No, her speed is too fast.】
After beating fast for a while, Ye Hongyu realized that Tang Xiaotang was actually using himself to practice his moves. Ye Hongyu, who was extremely proud, was angry and understood that he did not have an advantage in terms of speed. He immediately threw his sword to the sky and daojian.
Suddenly it turned into several red turbulences, each red turbulence was a sword mark, piercing Tang Xiaotang's chest.
Tang Xiaotang's figure moved vertically and horizontally, turning into countless afterimages, avoiding thousands of sword marks in the void.
However, Ye Hongyu's intention with this move was not to win, but to use Haotian's magic to create sword marks, use the sky as a curtain, and use tens of thousands of sword marks to create the Fanlong Divine Formation.
The Fan Cong Divine Formation is one of the most profound and powerful formations in the Xiling Temple. Its purpose is to trap Tang Xiaotang and restrict the opponent's movements.
Ye Hongyu said: "No matter how fast you are, you will never be able to escape if you are trapped in a cage."
Looking at the sword mark in the sky that seemed to never go away, Tang Xiaotang said with an indifferent expression: "I don't want to kill you, because this is not a fair duel, and you know nothing about speed."
When Tang Xiaotang said this, his expression was extremely cold, and there was no trace of any emotional fluctuations at all.
Her voice was calm, even with a certain sarcasm.
As he spoke, Tang Xiaotang's figure began to shake rapidly, creating an afterimage, and then at the next moment, he broke through the Fan Cong Divine Formation.
"What……"
When Ye Hongyu was horrified, he suddenly felt a heavy blow on the back of his neck. Before he could see who had struck, he fell into a coma.
Tang Xiaotang quickly left the battlefield carrying Ye Hongyu.
At this time, almost all the Yan soldiers on the battlefield were wiped out. Only the practitioners ran faster, but when facing Tang, they also cut them one by one, and there was almost no enemy.
"Boom~"
Thousands of horses galloped, deafening sounds came from the depths of the grassland, and countless cavalry and infantry rushed towards the north of the wilderness. The sound of hoofbeats was like thunder, and the momentum was astonishing.
Hundreds of thousands of Xiling coalition troops crossed the hills and looked at the battlefield ahead.
"How could Huang Ren be so powerful?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"All... all dead?"
"The eyes actually emitted red heat rays. What kind of magical power is this?"
"…………"
Long Qing, who originally received an emergency report from the front line and led troops to come to the rescue, saw the defeated Xiling coalition army. He couldn't help but stood there with his horse in a daze. His heart almost fell into a blank, and he felt as if he was dreaming.
He never thought that the Xiling Allied Forces would be defeated so quickly and so completely!
When they arrived at the battlefield, there were only less than 5,000 remnants of the Xilin Allied Forces left, out of tens of thousands of them, defeated generals and some wounded.
And the number of people is decreasing rapidly.
Looking at the bloody corpses and severed limbs on the ground, Long Qing trembled all over, as if he felt the fear of death.
"Son of Light in Xiling, you are late!"
Tang waved his sword with one hand, and the sword energy swept across it, killing dozens of people on the spot. He turned to look at the Xiling reinforcements in the distance, with a smile on his face: "You Xiling people are the most hypocritical, today I will use the knife in my hand,
Create a bright future!"
"The remnants of the Demon Sect are cultivating rampantly!"
Qu Nimarti, who was not far away from Long Qing, held the staff tightly with both hands, her eyes were cold and malicious, she stared at Tang and shouted: "Today, I will let you, the lackeys of Pluto, see the true power of our Haotian Dao Sect!"
Tang's face was as dark as water. His eyes passed over Qu Ni and fell on Wei Guangming, who was wearing a white robe. He said lightly: "I didn't expect that the high priest of Guangming Palace is here too. I am really honored."
After Tang finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze, and he vaguely sensed two extremely powerful auras approaching quickly from the west.
Soon, a group of Southern Jin Jiange disciples holding long swords followed a carriage.
The person sitting in the car is Liu Bai, the swordsman dressed in white.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of ascetic monks appeared in sight, and behind them was a peculiar carriage.
The carriage is not big, but everything from the carriage to the wheels is made of fine steel, with many Buddhist mantras written on it. The carriage is pulled by sixteen horses, and the wheels are sunk into the frozen ground, making it seem extremely heavy.
When the ascetics saw the carriage, they all knelt down and saluted with their foreheads touching the ground, showing great respect and piety.
"Seven Thoughts, my disciple!"
An old monk wearing a hat walked out of the carriage. The tin staff he held in his hand fell gently to the ground. There was a crisp metal collision sound from the head of the staff, and his tone was a little sad and angry.
This person is the first lecturer in Xuankong Temple and the first person in the Buddhist sect today. He has become a Buddha both mentally and physically, and is invulnerable to weapons and weapons. He is called the "Buddha in the world".