The Holy Son of White Horse Temple shouted angrily and formed seals with his palms.
Countless rays of light around him turned into a spiritual sea and swept forward.
This is a great supernatural power that does not hurt people, but saves them.
Through these rays of light, coupled with his Dharma and Sanskrit sounds, he can directly turn his enemies into his slaves.
Killing people invisible is extremely terrifying.
Opposite him, Wuchen was sitting cross-legged, with a smile on his thin face. He slowly stretched out his fingers and rotated them gently.
All around, the terrifying Sanskrit Buddha light was shattered in an instant.
And it turned into spiritual energy, gathering towards his fingers.
Buzz.
On his finger, it turned into a spiritual flower, spinning gently.
One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. Wuchen said calmly.
Opposite, the Holy Son of White Horse Temple took three steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was full of shock, and his body was shaking.
Pick your finger!
The supreme magical power of Buddhism, twist your fingers! You have actually mastered it! He was really shocked.
Still want to fight?
Wuchen said lightly, the spirit flower in his hand continued to rotate, emitting unpredictable power,
you win.
The Holy Son of White Horse Temple sighed helplessly. He had already mastered the art of curling his fingers, so how could he fight him?
The surrounding monks were also in an uproar, and even the Holy Son of White Horse Temple was defeated. This Wuchen was really terrifying.
The people at Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple smiled, everything was under their control.
This Wuchen is really powerful.
The people at Lanruo Temple also underestimated in low voices, and they looked at Wuhua.
Brother Wuhua, if it were you, could you resist his flower-twisting fingers?
Not necessarily. As Wu Hua said, it depends on how far he will go in practicing the flower fingering.
Although Wuhua didn't get the title of Xifu, he didn't have much fluctuation.
Because he knows that titles are only one aspect. Whether he can become the emperor in the end depends not only on his own strength, but also on his luck.
Talent, strength, opportunity, and luck are all indispensable.
If one person is missing, it will not be a big one.
I don’t know, how is Brother Lin?
Wuhua's eyes flickered, and he also became worried about Lin Xuan.
The situation on Lin Xuan's side is indeed very bad. He has accepted five or six challenges these days.
Everyone is strong.
Several of them are princes of the imperial dynasty. It is obvious that these royal families are very dissatisfied with him.
Fortunately, no senior figure has jumped out to assassinate him yet, and no saint has taken action. I don't know if these people don't bother to take action, or if they are secretly stopped by the people of the Immortal Palace.
After defeating another prince, Lin Xuan frowned. It wouldn't be a problem if it continued like this. He first sent a message to Anhong Shenlong and asked him about his progress.
Taking out an ancient formation disk, Lin Xuan transmitted the message.
Soon, the news of the Dark Red Dragon came. It would still take a few years. The specific time was uncertain, but it would be at least three years.
It’s still so long!
Lin Xuan's eyes flickered. He put away his formation and thought of an idea. Don't these people want to fight? Well, he will stay with them until the end.
He stopped near the Immortal Palace, stood on a mountain with a height of ten thousand feet, and sent out the news.
Sit back and wait for the heroes of the world to come and fight.
I am Lin Xuan, the Emperor of the Central Plains, and I invite the heroes of the world to fight! Not limited to Zhongzhou, Donghuang, West Desert, Nanling, and Beiyuan, all will take action.
Anyone who defeats me will be given the title of Emperor of China with both hands.
As soon as this news came out, Zhongzhou was shocked and the whole world was in an uproar.
Arrogant, too arrogant!
The other few people are not very willing to take action and are practicing in seclusion. But this Lin Xuan is so flamboyant and wants to accept the challenge from the whole world!
Not only Zhongzhou, but people in the entire True Spirit World can take action against him.
Damn, this is too arrogant!
Humph, who does he think he is? Can he really defeat the heroes of the world?
Just wait, he will definitely anger countless geniuses this time, and he will cry when the time comes.
Many people gritted their teeth.
Sure enough, the geniuses from the other four continents were also talking about it. They also felt that this guy was very arrogant.
Many people even began to teleport across continents, ready to learn whether this emperor was as powerful as the legend.
At the same time, they also want to see what the lost Jiuyang Divine Body looks like?
After Shen Jingqiu and Murong Qingcheng heard the news, they were also nervous. This time, they opened the door directly and teleported to Lin Xuan.
Brother Xuan.
Brother Lin Xuan!
The two women came over, looking worried.
Lin Xuan raised his hand, and countless sword energy transformed into palaces and pavilions, all over the cliff.
Don't worry about me, I'm sure. Lin Xuan asked the two women to stay with him temporarily.
A few days later, people from the Jiuli Dynasty came.
A large group of people brought a large number of spectators.
The person in front had black hair flying, his eyes were like the vast stars, and the robe on his body was even more flamboyant with dragon claws flying in the air.
This is the third prince of the Jiuli Dynasty, a very powerful prince, so powerful that even the elders tremble.
Boy, you alone are worthy of the title of Emperor?
Hand it over obediently and I will spare your life!
3 The prince's voice was cold, and his body turned into a nine-headed dragon shadow with teeth and claws, hovering behind him.
If you want to be crowned emperor, it depends on whether you have this ability. Lin Xuan's eyes are calm, neither sad nor happy.
I don’t know whether to live or die! In this case, I will take it with my own hands.
The light on the third prince's body became even brighter, and the nine dragon shadows behind him roared even more. A violent force surged out.
Terrible power swept across all directions, frightening the people around them to retreat.
It's so terrifying, the opponent is like the Dragon Emperor and God of War, unstoppable.
This is the power of blood!
The bloodline power of the Jiuli Dynasty is greater than that of the Great Emperor! Taken together, these three princes can be considered the descendants of the Great Emperor!
The power of his bloodline is really terrifying.
Dragon hand!
The third prince laughed, stretched out his palm, transformed into a giant dragon, and grabbed it with claws and fangs.
With one hand, the sky shattered, and the surrounding mountains collapsed and shattered.
The third prince is really too powerful. He really has the top saint son level combat power. The elders are no match for him.
I am afraid that only a talented person like Prince Daxia, Ye Wudao, can fight with him.
Facing this palm, Lin Xuan did not dodge at all. The Jiuyang Divine Body bloomed with light, and his palm turned into a sun and swatted forward.
The sun burns the sky!
The light of the Nine Yang Divine Body turned into a blazing fire, burning fiercely and covering the entire sky.
The divine fire was so powerful that it collided with the divine dragon's palm, making a shocking sound. Soon, the divine dragon's palm was wrapped in the divine fire that filled the sky, as if it was going to burn it to ashes.
Humph, there is no way you can hurt my divine dragon palm! The third prince is extremely confident,
Huh, right, don’t be so confident! Lin Xuan sneered.
My Nine Yang Divine Fire can burn everything!
As he spoke, the light on Lin Xuan exploded again, and endless flames rose into the sky.