Zhan Changfeng traveled through the vast mountains and fields, the clouds dispersed and the leaves moved, and a ray of light fell in front of us.
A person jumped up from the towering tree, with slender limbs and bright eyes, "You are King Linyao. My name is An Qu, and I am Andeng's senior brother. I heard that you and my junior brother were the last to fight in the battlefield of Immortal Slaughter. My junior brother was killed."
How are you!"
Andeng, isn't he the one possessed by Bai Ze Cannian?
"Fellow Taoist, I heard it from the monk who entered the treasure hall that day. Then you should know that Andeng has been possessed by residual thoughts, not what I did to him."
An Qu's expression was dull. He had obviously expected the result, but his mood was still hard to calm down. He said sadly and angrily, "If you kill Can Nian, you are killing my junior brother. I know it is excusable but cannot forgive me. I invite you to fight today. Regardless of victory or defeat,
Write it off with one stroke.”
On the cloud platform, Xi Pu's eyes were sinister. He knew that An Qu was inquiring about Andeng, so he told An Qu about the treasure palace.
That time, his luck was devoured by Snow Mantou, which caused a bloody disaster. Everything went wrong after that. Why did she have nothing to do and make it all the way to the fourth trial!
Oh, An Qu is the most powerful Lingjian, enough for her to drink a pot.
Zhan Changfeng sensed that An Qu had murderous intentions, but there was nothing to avoid. "Then, as fellow Taoist wishes, we will have nothing to do with each other after this battle."
An Qu followed the Xuanjing Dao in the Immortal Path. People in this path used martial arts as their method and exercised their bodies heavily. He didn't hold back his hands. He came up and made a stroke with both hands to summon a Xuanjing Great Light Wheel.
This is a core Taoist technique of Xuanjing Tao. As soon as it was released, countless vitality of heaven and earth poured into it. The "dharma" within a radius of ten miles seemed to be drained, making people feel like they were imprisoned in a cage that cut off the avenue.
This kind of Taoism interferes with the mind of the divine way, and also suppresses the Dharma cultivator's ability to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth. Zhan Changfeng is deeply restricted, but she has a sea of Qi and contains a huge amount of five elements of energy, so she will not be able to meet her face to face.
He was pressed and beaten.
She raised her cane and turned the power of the earth's veins into a sword, attacking the Xuanjing Great Light Wheel that An Qu swung at.
An Qu's arms shook, his eyes stared at the Qi sword on the big light wheel in astonishment, his face changed slightly, what sect did this man come from, and he unexpectedly pulled the power of the earth's veins on the floating island here!
When the power of the earth's veins stabbed at him, he seemed to be rejected by the entire island and almost collapsed and flew out.
Zhan Changfeng was about to break his halo, pressing forward step by step. The power of the earth was sometimes like a wall, sometimes like a sword, blocking his attack, weakening his momentum, and knocking him away ten feet.
An Qu stabilized his body and looked at Zhan Changfeng, who was standing unmoving, with fighting spirit in his eyes. He suddenly jumped into the sky, and his body and the light wheel in his hand merged into one, and the light covered the ground for thousands of miles!
"With your power to control the earth's veins, I will chop it into pieces!" This wheel of light flew down and struck down, the vitality of the world was eliminated, the ancient trees turned into dust, the earth cracked, and the rolled up air swept wildly across the fields, making the world dark.
Zhan Changfeng had been able to sense the power of earth veins long ago, but this method of controlling the power of an area or a world of earth veins at will was slowly explored over the past few decades and was not very mature yet, so that he could use this method to attack
down, blocking her control over the power of the earth.
As the light wheel approached, Zhan Changfeng opened the virtual god realm to swallow up the attacking power. At the same time, his will turned into a sword and stabbed out in a stream of swords.
An Qu couldn't see the power of will, but his scalp was numb, as if he was being targeted by something evil. He subconsciously tried to defend himself, but he failed to prevent the will attack that penetrated Zifu.
"Ah!" It was as if thousands of swords were being twisted into his head. An Qu's eyes were red, and he hurriedly used his soul to block them.
Taking advantage of the disappearance of Xuanjing's great light wheel, Zhan Changfeng unleashed his will of destruction and chopped it down from the air with one blow.
An Qu vomited out a few mouthfuls of blood, his heart was hesitant, he moved his mouth, and said helplessly, "I lost."
"Does this mean we lose?"
"The fight started but ended, how could An Qu lose with his moral character!"
The eliminated people on the cloud platform were not happy at all, but the venerable powerful people on the balcony saw some tricks. This guy has special methods that are difficult to detect.
The battle between Zhan Changfeng and An Qu also attracted the attention of some monks on the island. However, when they saw An Qu's defeat, their faces became unhappy. The man they thought was the weakest turned out to be a tough opponent.
Zhan Changfeng watched An Qu being sent away by the power of heaven. He glanced at the "spectators" around him and saw that none of them came forward, so he continued to challenge Feng Zhutian.
At this time, Feng Zhutian and Holy Son Ji Tang stood opposite each other, their riotous aura making their robes flutter. Not far away from them, Fatong was already fighting with the Fenghuo King, and beside him were Ji Chaoyue and Qian Yuan.
Tianjun and others watched the battle.
There is a lotus platform at the feet of Fatong, wearing a purple gold cassock and holding a Zen staff. His expression is peaceful, but the Sanskrit sounds coming out of his mouth are powerful and powerful, washing away the evil spirit of the Beacon Fire King.
The Beacon Fire King was born with an evil body. As his name suggests, he emerged from wars one after another, and he also cultivated the power of blood evil poured out by tens of millions of lives.
His temples bulged, and he punched out, and the force of blood turned into ferocious tigers, pushing towards Fatong against the Sanskrit sound.
The Sanskrit sound weakened under his powerful blood evil energy, and he laughed, "I am the biggest evil star in the world, and even the Buddha can't stop me!"
"Amitabha." Fa Tong picked up a lotus and waved it towards the Beacon Fire King. The petals flew away one by one, and each one was a Buddha's kingdom. The endless Buddha power trapped the Beacon Fire King, and the Sanskrit sounds were moving.
The onlookers were all wary. This monk's Buddhist power was so profound. If it were him, he might have saved him.
Think about what it would be like to convert to Buddhism... Tsk.
The King of Beacon Fire is worthy of being born with an evil body. Although he is trapped, he is not affected by the Buddha's power at all. In the eyes of Buddhism and Taoism, this person is also a demon when he turns back, which is very difficult to deal with.
"How can you trap me!" King Fenghuo sacrificed his natal magic weapon, the Red Star Sword, and slashed it, as if a star made of blood evil descended from the sky, and there was a bloody storm of howling ghosts and wolves.
Buddha's power got contaminated by it and was instantly polluted.
Fa Tong could not take back the tainted Buddha's power, so he decisively took out his Zen staff and resisted the knife.
The King of Beacon Fire had a cold light in his eyes, and he bullied him with a sword. He fought hundreds of moves back and forth without giving in at all.
Prince Hengdao, who was sitting cross-legged on a tree branch and eating spiritual fruit, said, "The Beacon Fire King has entered the third trial. If you beat him, it will be regarded as a successful replacement, right?"
"Monk Fatong is a disciple of the Buddha. It's hard to say whether he will win or lose." The prince thought of something interesting and said with a smile, "It would be interesting if Fatong lost. He might follow the King of Beacon Fire and chase him to save him.
Woolen cloth."
Thinking about it, it is really possible that Buddhism has converted other disciples through fighting, not just once or twice. In the past, several direct descendants of the immortal and human ways were converted to become monks by them.
"My fellow Taoist is too violent and is of no use to himself or all living beings. Why don't you put down your butcher knife?"
"Ahem." The prince's throat was choked by the fruit pulp, and he couldn't believe what he was saying.
Fatong pursed his lips and smiled kindly, and the golden light of merit shone through his body, making him extremely majestic.
"Bah!" King Fenghuo raised his sword and struck, creating a bloody storm and making the air thicker.
Fa Tong recited the scriptures, and the lotus flowers that combined the meaning of salvation bloomed one after another, and ghosts and gods had to give way when they saw it.