A tall and pure image of heaven and earth stood on the ring. The Bodhisattva's smile remained smiling even after being affected by the soul-killing banner's image formation. However, at this moment, hundreds of arms of the Bodhisattva's Thousand Hands were broken.
It's gone, it's a bit nondescript.
Whoosh!
Wang Yuan waved the soul-killing flag, like a command flag, calling on the most evil demons and ghosts in the world to appear and bite the Bodhisattva in heaven and earth.
The soul-killing flag in his hand was so powerful that the astonishing black energy covered half of the sky, as if darkness had fallen.
The Soul-Slaying Banner is still a small step away from being completed, but the number of souls required for this step is too much. Wang Yuan thinks that he has enough blood on his hands, but the number of people killed is not even a fraction of the Soul-Slaying Banner.
The number of souls required.
This last step requires tens of millions of souls. From Wang Yuan's perspective, it seems that only the "Billion Soul Tower" can meet the needs of the Soul-Slaying Banner.
The ghost face on the Soul-Slaying Banner already has an upper body, and the lower body is still to be fully revealed. By then, the Soul-Slaying Banner will become a magic weapon with monstrous flames. Now the quality of the Soul-Slaying Banner is the pinnacle of the Earth Spirit Treasure, Dacheng.
It will then become a heavenly spiritual weapon.
The dharma image tightly surrounded the Buddha, but the attack from outside was so fierce that he had no chance to breathe. Seeing that the dharma image of heaven and earth was about to be destroyed, there was no room for him to fight back, so after the young Buddha chanted the name of the Buddha,
He said: "The donor has advanced cultivation and the young monk has given up. Please take back these Dharma images."
When Wang Yuan heard this, he quickly waved the Soul-Slaying Flag. The demons and gods who were guided came back with a roar and got into the Soul-Slaying Flag.
In fact, Wang Yuan had no choice but to do this. The Dharma of Heaven and Earth stood there to restrain all evil spirits and heretics. Not only the ghost realm, but also the three realms of devils and demons had more or less evil auras, and they were all influenced by the Buddha.
Qi is restrained, but the ghost path is the most evil, so the restraint is obvious.
The souls in the soul-killing banner braved the danger of being transcended and rushed forward to defend the immortal. It played a great role in frightening the Buddhist cultivator, and then he gave up.
If this Buddhist cultivator were in any sect, he would fight Wang Yuan to the death, because they are very arrogant, outstanding disciples, valued by the sect and various sects, and cannot admit defeat even if they are maimed.
It's different for Buddhist cultivators. They look down on all fame and fortune. After knowing that they are no match for Wang Yuan, they decisively admit defeat.
"Donor Dong, I believe those four treasures are destined to be the benefactor, so the young monk will not be loved by others." After the monk put his hands together and bowed, he fell to the bottom of the ring.
This battle seemed quite tense and spectacular, but it was far less dangerous than the battle with Sikoqi using only his physical body. Wang Yuan only spent a little bit of spiritual energy and recovered in the blink of an eye.
"Is there anyone else who has come to teach me? If not, then the four treasures belong to me." Wang Yuan glanced at the disciples in the Dongxu stage below, with a cold tone in his words.
This is a round-robin battle, and whoever can fight to the end is the winner. For masters who have reached this level, the source of mana is trickling down. When it is not exhausted, as long as they are not seriously injured, the impact on their strength can be ignored.
Among the old monsters, they were all discussing with each other.
"This Dong Yu's light is too dazzling, I'm afraid he will be damaged here, huh." An old monster obviously hated Wang Yuan to the bone, because when Gu Ao came to the country, the people Wang Yuan killed were from this old monster sect.
's disciple.
"You are wrong. Dong Yu's reputation only appeared in the past few hundred years. Obviously, he has been hiding it for a long time and only revealed his true face when his strength allowed."
"Those four treasures are very tempting. I have already sent a message to my disciples, asking him to go up and give them a try. I cannot let that Dong Yu continue to be arrogant."
…
After Wang Yuan asked, an immortal disciple suddenly flew up, and with the talismans around him turning, he had already stepped onto the ring.
Wang Yuan's eyes suddenly darkened, because the token hanging on the waist of this immortal young man was the symbol of the Donghua Sect, and he was actually a disciple of the Donghua Sect!
To the current Wang Yuan, the Donghua Sect is still a behemoth that cannot move. The second-class sect has many Dacheng-stage old monsters sitting in charge. If he, a monk in the Dongxu stage, wants to take advantage of the Dacheng-stage old monsters, he will not survive.
I'm so impatient that my arms can't twist my thighs.
Somehow, Wang Yuan could feel a curse acting on him. It must have been someone else using Zhou Dalai as a medium to curse him. From this point, Wang Yuan could conclude that Zhou Dalai was still alive, or that the Donghua sect had forced him to surrender.
Zhou Dalai took away a monk with acceptable qualifications, and then practiced cultivation to increase his realm and lifespan, and then he survived.
Of course, this is ideal, and there are several bad plans, such as forcibly giving Zhou Dalai an initiation to temporarily improve his realm and extend his life. However, the side effects are too great, and he may die from the backlash the moment he recovers.
In short, the relationship between Wang Yuan and the Donghua sect has been forged. Perhaps the old monsters in the Donghua sect have already figured out Wang Yuan’s identity and also know that Wang Yuan destroyed the Immortal Worshiping sect under his command. This is all for those who dare to fight against
For Wang Yuan, the sword-wielding member of the Yuqing sect, it was nothing.
The young man was dressed in gorgeous clothes. He stood on the ring like a strong pine tree, upright and powerful, with a long and dense rainbow reaching into the sky.
"Dong Yu, I, Shen Yangping, am here to learn from you. You can take action." A Donghua sect disciple named Shen Yangping said coldly. He came to challenge Wang Yuan at the behest of the sect elders, with the intention of inducing others.
This made this disciple even more dissatisfied with Wang Yuan and wanted to slap Wang Yuan to death.
When fighting with the disciples of the Donghua Sect, Wang Yuan didn't waste any time. He flashed his body and appeared in front of Shen Yangping the next moment. A purple talisman was attached to the palm of his hand and he pressed it directly on Shen Yangping's face.
This is a talisman deduced from the condensation of thunder, which contains the idea of thunder source of endless thunder. Although it is the most common talisman and the easiest to transform into, the thunder source that Wang Yuan understood is too pure, and there is no need to communicate with the thunder between heaven and earth.
The source is directly absorbed by a branch from the real "source of thunder". Therefore, the power of this talisman is infinite and the thunder pressure is rolling.
Shen Yangping didn't expect Wang Yuan to kill him without saying a word. At this moment, he could see his quality and experience as a second-class sect disciple. He suddenly picked up a small flag and waved it, and the roar of the sea appeared.
The waves were turbulent, roaring, and the big lang immediately surrounded him.
Bang!
The thunder talisman was pressed on the big lang, stirring up thousands of layers of lang, but the big lang seemed to be alive, swimming around in the air and quickly appearing dozens of feet away.
Shen Yangping walked out of the lang, still in shock. Wang Yuan's blow had already made him feel terrifying, and he did not dare to ignore it.
"Interesting, interesting, what kind of magical power is this? Is it a kind of Donghua sect's suppression spell?" As Wang Yuan spoke, he used the talisman again, but this time the talisman was very large and appeared across the sky, like a ray of light.
The huge purple thunder door flashes with electric light and flint, and densely packed mysterious talismans light up on it. This talisman is domineering and shocking!
The first realm of thunder source: Tyrant, it is very obvious on this talisman at this time. If the sky wants to cover me, I will blast the sky away with thunder!
To say that this realm is also thanks to Ouyang Qianhan. When absorbing Ouyang Qianhan's blow, Wang Yuan peeled off the layers, peeled off his thoughts, and then directly followed Ouyang Qianhan's route. This led to Lei Yuan No. 1
layer realm.
This huge talisman was aimed at Shen Yangping, who had just stepped out of the big lang. Then there was only a crackling sound, the arena shook, and countless curved and straight thick thunder struck out from the talisman. The whole sky flashed, as if the end was coming.
The twisted thunder was like a thunder dragon, roaring and rumbling, making the monks below feel itchy in the air they breathed.
Shen Yangping quickly made a spell and cast a spell. With a roll of big lang, his whole body and the big lang disappeared in place, leaving only a few drops of water.
Several thunderbolts flew into the air and hit the ground of the arena. In an instant, the arena was roared with chaos, and some dust was directly smashed into pieces, which could no longer be broken into pieces, forming mustard seeds.
Shen Yangping can't be seen, but Wang Yuan knows that he is hiding in this arena. The arena is too vast and it is difficult for him to search inch by inch. If Shen Yangping succeeds in a sneak attack and is seriously injured, it will not be Wang Yuan's.
What I want to see.
"Okay, since you don't come out, I will blast you out!" Wang Yuan laughed, and his body suddenly flew into the air, and the huge talisman also flew upwards.
The monks below could no longer see Wang Yuan's figure, because there was a blazing sun shining above, and there were bright light curtains from the Pink Palace.
Not long after, the entire sky suddenly darkened, as if the sun was blocked. The sky was full of coercion and thunder swept from time to time. All the monks gasped, but they saw a huge purple talisman the same size as the ring rising from the sky.
And fall!
Waves of whistling sounds pressed against the arena and the ground. Thunder, a means of reward and punishment from Heaven, is the most difficult to control, but once it is successfully controlled, it is very powerful, and it feels like you are acting on behalf of Heaven.
A huge purple talisman appeared, and Wang Yuan's figure could not be seen. However, no one cared about Wang Yuan's figure at this time. They were all secretly wondering whether the arena could survive if the talisman was photographed.
Boom!
The talisman was embedded in the ring. In an instant, maybe less than an instant, the ring banged and banged, and it shook violently, as if it had fallen from the sky.
"Why don't you come out yet!" Wang Yuan's voice sounded loudly, and the talisman flew up, lifted hundreds of feet, and then continued to smash down.
At this moment, I saw the huge talisman moving up and down, making a continuous bang bang bang sound. Finally, the purple talisman also turned into a phantom, the speed increased, and the arena shook.
At one point in the ring, Shen Yangping vomited a mouthful of blood, and the big lang that wrapped around his body was hit by thunder, revealing his figure.
When Shen Yangping appeared, the huge talisman also stopped, and finally turned into a palm-sized talisman, which fell into the hands of Wang Yuan who slowly flew down.
"Shen Yangping, are you convinced? Should you go down by yourself or let Dong send you down?" Wang Yuan said coldly, beating Shen Yangping's heart.