Chapter 1604: Eucharist vs. Buddha

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"That ... who is that." Looking at the golden shadow behind Ye Chen, everyone was surprised.
"Chen Zhan." The old quasi-perfect emperor whispered, looking up at the night supper, in the old eyes, full of awe.
"Then ... that's Chen Zhan?" The Quartet uproared.
Chen Zhan, the Great Eucharist, is not weak in imperial fame.
Throughout the ages, his myths have been passed down from generation to generation, the epoch-making great holy body, and the majestic world.
His death has so far been regrettable. He has a rivalry to the Emperor, but died in a ridiculous dogfight.
"It was actually Chen Zhan's will that was invited, and the afterlife was awesome!" The old quasi-perfect murmured, his expression haggard.
"Shakya invited the golden body of 10,000 Buddhas, Ye Chen made the shadow of Chen Zhan, this battle is interesting."
"One is the emperor, and the other is the Great Eucharist."
"The Dacheng Sacred Body confronts the Buddha the Great. Is this battle a cross-era confrontation?"
Someone murmured and looked up at Xu Tian, ​​sighing endlessly.
When the Buddha was alive, there was no great sanctification in that era.
When Chen Zhan was alive, there was no emperor in that era.
Now the will of the two people meets in this form, which should make up for the regrets of the two Supreme Beings.
The spectators all brightened their eyes and looked at the sky.
It is an honor not to witness the confrontation between the Emperor and the Dacheng Eucharist, and to see them fighting against each other.
They should thank Ye Chen and Shakya. If they were not for them, it would be difficult for them to see this inter-temporal battle.
The sky is skyrocketing, the world is turbulent.
One Buddha, one Eucharist, and one Buddha Emperor became a major Eucharist, standing on two sides of the void, facing each other.
This time, it is a two-on-two lineup. No matter who wins or loses, it will be a good story.
Hey!
But Wen Shijia sighed and stunned the Buddhist fingerprints.
"Your sigh, sigh for the Cangsheng, or sigh for the undead." Ye Chen said lightly, "If it is an undead, it is not necessary, they don't need your mercy."
Then, Ye Chen also lost his seal, the exclusive Eucharist.
The Buddha raised his hand, the sentient beings converged on his palm, merged with the rules of the Tao and intertwined with Buddhist meditation, forming a slang in the palm of his hand.
At the same time, Chen Zhan also raised his hand, the bright golden fist clenched, it was too polarized, gave birth to the four images, evolved into eight wastes, intertwined all things, and then all things were integrated into the golden fist, with ancient scripture flowing between the palm fingers , There are also no blessings.
In the spotlight, the Buddha Seal and Golden Fist are infinitely close.
Weak and stubborn, the eyes of the people below look intently.
At this moment, the winds of the sky and ground stopped swaying, the falling leaves settled in midair, the void space was frozen, and time seemed to be still.
Everything, at this moment, turned into eternity, just to witness the confrontation between the two Supreme Beings.
The palm collided with the fist, but there was no shock.
I saw the point where the palm collided with the fist, with golden ripples spreading indefinitely, and spread to all directions.
Wherever I go, the sky collapses, the earth splits, the mountains are razed to the ground, rivers and rivers turn into terracotta soil, and a piece of Cangyuan ....
The blow of the Dacheng Sacred Body and the peak of the Buddha Emperor destroyed the world, and any light in the world was dim.
Even forgotten Sichuan restricted area, waves of waves.
"The two little babies actually met in this era in this state, it is very emotional." Meng Po smiled and gently brushed her hands, smoothing the waves of waves.
Forget the restricted area, instantly fell into a dead silence.
Looking at that piece of virtual sky, the golden body of the Buddha's golden body and the golden shadow of the Eucharist battle also gradually dissipated with a single blow, and the soul returned to heaven and earth.
It can be seen that before the two Supreme Beings left, they showed ancient respect to the other.
That was the recognition of a great emperor by a great emperor, and the respect of a great emperor by a great emperor. Peak to peak.
No one can beat them in a draw.
They dissipated, but the world was silent.
Everyone looked up, his expression was haggard, and the battle between the emperor and the Dacheng Eucharist was a draw.
At this moment, no one dares to question the myth that the Dacheng Holy Body rivals the Emperor, and no one dares to underestimate the majesty of the Emperor. They are the pinnacle of the Tao and no one is weak.
In Xutian, Shajiao vomited blood, and Ye Chen vomited blood.
The Buddha's body was split open, and the whole body of Buddha light instantly annihilated most of it, and even the mind of all beings was silent.
Ye Chensheng ’s body also exploded, and the whole body of golden divine light was faint. The magical blood sea of ​​the pedals also returned to peace, and the tyrannical and bloodthirsty collapsed.
"It's not over yet." Ye Chen suddenly settled on her figure, rebuilt the sacred body, her eyes flashed, her fighting spirit was high.
Shakya still sighed, but the palm of the Buddha went to Lingshan.
Then, a Buddha light flew out and fell into his hands.
If you look closely, you know that the Buddha's light is a magical pestle, which is full of Buddhist scriptures, and the rules of Emperor Tao are flying.
"Oh my God! Extreme ... Extreme Emperor Soldier." There were exclaimed voices all over the world, as if they knew what it was.
The emperor's sword and magic pestle, the supreme Emperor's soldiers of the Buddhist family, were held in the hands of Shakya, so that he also dyed Emperor Wei, like a dazzling god, awesome.
"The Buddha's will before, then the Emperor's soldiers of the Buddhist family, the Supreme Lord, even the trump card was forced out." Hissing sound continued, his eyes shocked.
"Ye Chen's strength is shocking, it's against the sky!"
"This time, what do you use to block it?" The old man Zhundi murmured, looking at Ye Chen quietly, a little worried.
"Emperor destroys the world, Ye Chen will be suppressed."
"Even if he fails, he is enough to win the world." Too many older monks took a hard breath.
"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the shore is turning back." The word Shakya, solemn and solemn, such as the sound of Hong Zhong Dal Lu, resounded through the Jiu Xiao, with the Buddha's compassion and quasi-imperial majesty.
"Put away your compassion, I don't know what the world is, so I don't want to talk to me about the bitter sea." Ye Chen said with a faint voice, like the thunder of all ages, shaking the sky.
In the face of Shakya holding the Imperial Soldiers, he is still fearless, and some are just immortal faith and invincible war will.
He rushed over, bathed in holy blood, like a doomsday war god, to strike the pinnacle of his life.
He didn't have the help of magical soldiers, some were only flesh and blood golden fist. One punch combined the doctrine, the sacred bone power, the blood power, the source of the sacrament, the power of reincarnation, thousands of supernatural powers, and many existences, all combined into one punch.
"He ... what is he going to do to regret the imperial soldiers with his bare hands?" The Quartet uproared, looking at his eyes.
What a great Emperor soldier exists, how powerful the Emperor's destiny is, how destructive it is!
This level of equipment has never been opposed by the same level of imperial soldiers, who dares to regret with flesh and blood.
Ye Chen's action shocked the world and waved his golden fist to fight against the emperor soldiers to make a long journey.
It is also attracting much attention. The infinite closeness of the imperial sword and the Eucharist's punch is also an eternal moment.
Weak and stubborn.
For some reason, they believed that the unyielding man could fight back the Buddhist monarchs with bare hands.
The imperial sword and the golden punch of the Eucharist collided.
That piece of sky suddenly collapsed and became dark, the lightning flashed and thundered, and the stars died in it.
Ye Chensheng's fist burst, the overbearing sacred body burst open, blood and bone intertwined, and filled Haoyu Xingtian.
The Emperor's descending magic pestle was overturned, Shakya also flew out, the body of the Buddha was stained with blood, and the splendid Buddha's bone was broken.
Ye Chen did it. It wasn't Dacheng's desolate ancient body, but he also received the soldiers with his bare hands.
"It was regrettable with bare hands, but ... the emperor soldiers were really repelled." Everyone was shocked. Whether it was the spectator or the Lingshan Wanfo, they were shocked.
"An ancient holy body, invincible in the same order, shoulder to shoulder with the emperor, today composes another immortal myth."
"It's a respectable vein." The elder monk was excited, the afterlife was awesome, and the Eucharist was even more awesome.
"This ... this is impossible." On the top of the mountain, Impatiens Rongyue has become pale, and there is still a fake posture to see through the red dust, stepping back, full of panic.
"Fengxian, take your life." Ye Chen growled and shook the sky, dragging the sacred body to the Lingshan while catching the flying sacrifice, trying to catch Fengxian alive.
"Festival array." Wan Foqi drank, all cross-legged on the ground, each holding a Buddha seal, each chanting a scripture.
Then, a magnificent golden Buddha manifested, covering the entire Lingshan, but the guardian enchantment of the Buddha.