When Chen Zhe thrust out his sword, he felt that he was facing mountains and rivers halfway. It seemed that he had already completely lost before he could stab his opponent.
The Mahayana stage of a great cultivator means that the Tao Dharma has been greatly accomplished. After this state, the whole body is completely reborn and is no longer the same as an ordinary person. By practicing Buddhist scriptures, one can save others, benefit oneself, and achieve endless enlightenment. This is a Mahayana person.
Although they are both great practitioners, the gap between Mahayana and Ruoxu is as big as heaven and earth.
The moment Yuan Jing almost decided to take action, he was already in an invincible position. There was a slight smile of success in his lifeless eyes, because Chen Zhe was already destined to die under the will of heaven.
"It's a pity to kill such a talented young man," Yuan Jing let out a strange laugh, feeling that pity was the truth, but he felt even more proud.
Chen Zhe's sword stabbed halfway and stopped midway. The overwhelming pressure came on him, and the sword could not be used at all.
The real energy in his body instantly felt like boiling. There was no feeling of heat at all, but his whole body had the illusion of being roasted dry.
The corners of Yuan Jing's mouth slowly turned up...
Chen Zhe's sword had stopped, but he suddenly stretched out his right hand and slapped his chest hard, with a bang.
He is a great practitioner in the Ruoxu stage, and this palm was extremely heavy. Even Yuan Jing heard the sound of Chen Zhe smashing his ribs. Yuan Jing's eyebrows jumped: "What? Is there any reversal technique, haha , this kid is so ignorant and cute, you don’t know that I am the one who belongs to heaven now, and if you stab me, you will go against heaven. It’s okay if you don’t stab me with this sword, but if you stab me, you will act against heaven and cause thunder, will your death be worse? ,"
Chen Zhe spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the sword stabbed out again.
Yuan Jing's face gradually became solemn, and his eyes became bottomless again. His lifeless eyes were hollow but deep, which made people feel frightened. To improve your strength, is this the Blood-Yin Yulong Fang from the Jidao Palace?"
"Yes, senior, this guy knows a descendant of Jidao Palace. I think he probably learned it from him," Chen Duo explained behind Yuan Jing.
Chen Zhe slapped himself and suppressed the raging Zhen Yuan. The momentum of that sword was so overwhelming that he had the potential to compete with Yuan Jing.
Although Chen Zhe worked so hard and gambled a lot, in Yuan Jing's view, it was just a young boy's random struggle. There was a bit of interest on his face: "This boy is really interesting! His heart is as high as the sky, he is really I want to use Ruoxu from the seventh heaven to the Mahayana from the eighth heaven. I really don’t know how cute the world is. Do you know the consequences of acting against heaven?”
Chen Zhe said nothing, and the sword was powerful. When it was halfway through, the dark clouds focused on the mountain top, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and violent tremors came from the heart of the mountain.
Chen Duo, who was standing next to him, suddenly became elated: "Senior, this guy Chen Zhe doesn't understand the subtleties of the Mahayana period. If you stab the Mahayana in vain, you are now equivalent to the way of heaven. This is the same as killing someone before the foundation is established. Heaven Thunder is coming soon, and this time it is so powerful that this kid has no ability to avoid it."
Chen Zhe's face was expressionless. The sword thrust was extremely slow, but the sword's power was shocking. Yuan Jing did not bother to dodge at first, but now it is difficult to dodge.
Boom!
There was a thunderclap in the sky, and Chen Duo shivered in fright. He turned pale under the pressure of the thunder, while Yuan Jing was much stronger, his face was as usual, but his breath was already a little short.
The two men looked at Chen Zhe with mockery in their eyes: going against the trend would bring about their own destruction.
The sky hung low on the mountain peak, and a strong hurricane blew up, causing the entire mountain to shake violently. Yang Lin, who was walking quickly through the cave, was not a cultivator and was stronger than Chen Duo and Yuan Jing. She felt the mountain shaking. , and glanced back worriedly.
call.
It was as if dynamite exploded at the other end of the cave. A shock wave hit her, causing her to fly up and roll on the ground a few times. Her body was burning. Her shoulder hit the rock again, and she was injured in countless places on her body. .
Fortunately, the bones were not broken. Yang Lin gritted her teeth and climbed up. She was resolute and rational. Although she knew that Chen Zhe was in danger and was worried, she never stopped. Instead, she speeded up. She just whispered in her mouth: "Chen Zhe, I hope you can Can come back alive,"
Boom.
A real sky thunder struck down. This kind of sky thunder was very powerful. It was intended to punish and leave no chance of survival. It was much more powerful than the sky thunder when practitioners were going through tribulation.
"Okay, the thunder has already struck down," Chen Duo was afraid that it would involve him, so he hid far away.
Yuan Jing frowned and said: "No, this thunder is wrong. Its momentum is different from the real punishment thunder."
In the Methodist sect, he had seen people with stronger cultivation skills overcome tribulations. Although this sky thunder was very powerful, it seemed to be a little less powerful than the real sky thunder. In short, it was not quite right.
Chen Duo suppressed the cultivator's natural fear of thunder. Although he was frightened, he was still mixed with a little excitement: "Why is it different?"
Yuan Jing wanted to speak, but after all, he had not experienced the real thunder and could only feel a slight difference.
boom.
Another thunder struck from the sky, and half of the mountain peak had been cut off. The entire mountain disappeared from the entrance of the cave. Yuan Jing suddenly looked up at the thunder clouds above his head and blurted out: "The momentum is evil, it really is not real." Tianlei, something is wrong, let’s leave quickly,”
"What are you going for?" Before Chen Duo could react, a thunderbolt came down vertically. The target was not Chen Zhe, but Yuan Jing, who was pointed at by the tip of Chen Zhe's sword.
Yuan Jing wanted to hide, but the next thunderbolt had already locked onto him, and a purple lightning flashed through, illuminating every detail of Yuan Jing, who was highly skilled in cultivation, making his face look extremely pale.
Chen Zhe, who looked ugly, said in a seductive voice: "I just realized something was wrong. It's too late."
The sword finally thrust out, and Yuan Jing's body suddenly burst into golden light. Chen Zhe's sword struck almost at the same time as the thunder. Yuan Jing's body flew back, and he said in surprise: "Why is this?"
"This is not the Great Thousand World outside, but the Small Thousand World, and it is the Small Thousand World of Tianyan Daojun. Tianyan Daojun liked to act against the will of heaven during his lifetime, so this sky thunder is his own aura that he left behind back then. You are the one who formed it, but he specializes in fighting against Heaven. If this fake sky thunder can't strike, who else can you hit?" After Chen Zhe said this, he sheathed his sword and turned around, turning into a stream of light and disappearing in front of Yuan Jing.
But it's a pity that this sky thunder was transformed by the Gangqi of Tianyan Taoist Xiaoqianjie. After all, it is not a real sky thunder. If it were Tianyan Taoist in his heyday, Xiaoqianjie's fake sky thunder might not be inferior to the real one. There are so many thunders in the sky, but after so many years, their power is much different.
In addition, Chen Zhe was indeed seriously injured. Although the sword intention just now was majestic, but the true energy was damaged, it was still a little less meaningful.
Yuan Jing was not injured, but his breath was disturbed.
Yang Lin was struck by lightning just now. Yang Lin lost her footing and fell off the mountain. This mountain was extremely high. When she fell in the air, she was caught by someone. When she looked back, it was Chen Zhe.
"Did you run out and kill those two people?" Yang Lin's heart dropped and she smiled slightly.
Disappointing her, Chen Zhe shook his head: "His cultivation level is too strong. It's useless for me to calculate for a long time. His breath is messy and he is not injured, but he needs to be adjusted for a few minutes. Let's go first during this time."
Yang Lin nodded: "In fact, you don't need to carry me. If you put me down, you can go faster."
"If you weren't a beauty, my relative, or my friend, maybe I could really leave you cruelly," Chen Zhe smiled, but already rejected Yang Lin's proposal.
Chen Zhe's speed was extremely fast, but after less than a minute, he began to slow down slowly. Even Yang Lin felt something strange. She looked sideways at Chen Zhe, and suddenly found that Chen Zhe's face was extremely ugly, and his forehead Beads of sweat appeared on his upper body.
Before, even in the scorching desert, she had never seen Chen Zhe sweat even a drop of sweat: "What's wrong with you?"
"My cultivation is not as good as his. If I want to suppress him, I have to pay some price. I really underestimated the power of the Mahayana stage." Chen Zhe smiled bitterly: "I'm really sorry. I clearly said I would take you out, but Now you can only rely on yourself,"
"You..." Only then did Yang Lin realize that Chen Zhe's body was as cold as a person who was about to pass away.
Chen Zhe cheered up and smiled: "Don't be sad yet, I won't die soon..."
After hearing this, Yang Lin suddenly became energetic: "Okay, when we go back, I will ask grandpa to help you find the top experts in the country, and they will definitely cure you."
The corner of Chen Zhe's mouth curled up slightly: "I should still be able to hold on for two minutes..."
There was a bang in Yang Lin's head: "You must hold on..."
Chen Zhe felt that his eyes were completely white, and the scenery ahead was a bit blurry. He just subconsciously gathered the remaining essence and looked forward: "I seem to be hallucinating. Why do I think there is a Taoist temple in front of me... No, it's not. A Taoist temple is not a temple, so what on earth is it?"
"That's not an illusion, there really is a temple in front..."
"Yeah,"
Chen Zhe and Yang Lin's bodies hit the building.
The building is not splendidly built, with red walls and green tiles, and a corner of the hall exposed by lush trees, which makes it look very quiet.
At this speed, Yang Lin would have fallen to her death, but when the two of them landed on the roof, they were held up by an invisible force, penetrated through the roof, and fell directly into the house.
"Chen Zhe, how are you?" Yang Lin pushed Chen Zhe, but Chen Zhe didn't react at all.
Thinking of the bad impression she had on Chen Zhe when she first met him, Yang Lin pursed her lips and felt sad. She really didn't expect that this Chen Zhe was a man who attached great importance to feelings and would never abandon his companions in life or death.
"By the way, those two people are not dead yet, they will definitely come after them," Yang Lin reluctantly helped Chen Zhe up, but unfortunately she couldn't carry him. She looked up at the layout of the room.
There was a small courtyard, a well in the courtyard, and a large hall in the middle, housing a statue of a god. She raised her head and glanced at the statue...