Chapter 1057: Buddha in the palm of your hand!

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The next moment, Yang Ming summoned his divine power and instilled crazily into his palms, the character "swastika" in the palm of his palms became more and more eye-catching, with the sound of the Buddha like Hong Zhong, a phantom of the Buddha Kingdom actually appeared.
The majesty of the Buddha's voice instantly flooded the entire crimson realm, and the bright Buddha light illuminates the entire world.
"This...what is this!"
Yan Long, Tianshen, Heihuang, Meihuang and other kings and emperors stared at the scene in the sky dumbfounded.
The word "swastika" floated out of Yang Ming's palm, and the layers of space spread. The magnificent Buddha's phantom showed only the tip of the iceberg, but it was enough to shock countless people's hearts, as if seeing a vast expanse. The world!
One sand, one world, one palm, one Buddha country!
A dazzling Buddha light splashed down, as if there were nine heavenly fairies descending to the earth, the entire crimson realm was full of Zen sounds, under the Buddha light, it resisted all evil spirits, those hideous and bloodthirsty derivative creatures, as soon as they came into contact with it. This pure Buddha light immediately melted away like ice and snow contacting the warm summer sun, and even the gray-black mist that overflowed after their death was consumed with a scream.
Even if they are as powerful as the king and the emperor, Yan Long, Tian Shen and his entourage also felt a hot tingling sensation on their skin, not to mention the Black Emperor and the Enchanting Emperor who are in the center of the palm of the Tathagata, even more so. If they had been tortured, the tough shells on their bodies could not resist them, piercing holes with the size of fists. The blood gurgling out of the hole just rushed out, then it was evaporated into steam, and bursts of painful howls kept coming from them. It came out of the mouth.
"Patter!"
The palm of the Buddha was photographed fiercely, and the kings and emperors were slapped to death like a group of ants, and all the wailing and crying were wiped out.
With a loud noise, the ground under the slap burst into a huge pit, a hot wave, accompanied by a loud noise, billowing thick smoke like a dust storm overwhelming the sky, soaring into the sky, accompanied by bursts of Buddhist sounds descending , A blossoming golden lotus appeared out of thin air, and each golden lotus absorbed the gray-black smoke spilling in the air, and was then collected by Yang Ming into the world of six reincarnations.
The violent earthquake sounded endlessly, and the land collapsed one after another, and the fragmented mountains and rivers fell like a meteor shower, ruthlessly smashing into the army of derived creatures fleeing in a hurry.
The red blood splashed everywhere, splashed onto the fragmented ground, and flowed into the torn apart space, like a red rose in full bloom, fascinating and dazzling.
Watching a group of kings and emperors fall into the hands of Yang Ming, Yan Long and Tianshen, two of the only first-level gods now, couldn't help but have bloodshot eyes, but at the same time of extreme anger, a deep feeling Fear and powerlessness permeated their hearts.
"Swish swish! Swish swish! Swish swish!"
After all, the flesh and blood spears in the Crimson Realm were a step too late. Under the rage, each flesh and blood spear stabbed Yang Ming at all costs.
However, Yang Ming's strength greatly exceeded the calculations of the Crimson Realm.
Obviously a huge body of one hundred thousand feet tall, but Yang Ming does not have the clumsiness brought by the huge size. On the contrary, he is as sensitive as ever, just like a slippery autumn loach, relying on his exquisite bodywork and space rules. With the use of, hundreds of millions of flesh and blood spears could not be touched, and they were all avoided by Yang Mingtong.
While dodging, Yang Ming was also digesting the experience of the Tathagata palm just now, secretly wondering in his heart:
"Sure enough, the palm of the Tathagata in the Kung Fu movie world is not a mundane thing, but the true biography of the Tathagata Buddha. It just doesn't show much power in the low martial world, and it falls into my hands. It is the palm of the Tathagata. Shine brightly."
Even Yang Ming was quite surprised at the effect of the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of his hand just now, and a doubt emerged in his heart.
Those big bosses who are familiar in the world of the heavens spread the Taoism and various exercise skills in various worlds. What are they going to do?
With Yang Ming's current vision, he has not yet understood the actions of those bigwigs, so he has to bury his doubts in his heart for the time being, and then look for answers in the future.
Without touching Yang Ming for a while, Crimson Realm realized that this was an unprecedented opponent, and quickly took back these flesh and blood spears.
Do you think that Crimson Realm is giving up killing Yang Ming?
No, no, Crimson Realm is just because it has a better goal.
That is, Douluo Star!
The Crimson Realm can't help Yang Ming, but it can deal with a small Douluo star, but it is easy to do. In the past countless years, the planet similar to the Douluo star has not known how much it has destroyed and swallowed!
"Um?"
First of all, I noticed that the strange thing was Yang Ming, which was as high as the first-level Divine Origin Realm. I suddenly sensed that the Crimson Realm was accelerating towards Douluo Star. I immediately guessed what the other party was going to do. He frowned and his eyes flashed. A trace of terrible killing intent.
On Douluo Star, he still lives with his wife, children, and friends. If they have a long history and two shortcomings, Yang Ming will regret it for a lifetime!
Yang Ming's figure flashed, almost at the speed of light, sprinting towards the plane barrier of the Crimson Realm, intending to break the plane barrier with brute force and escape from the Crimson Realm.
However, this idea of ​​his has not been implemented yet, Yan Long and Tianshen have already waited for a long time before he must pass, each with a sneer at the corners of their mouths, and said:
"Human, the Crimson Realm is not a place where you can come and go if you want!"
"Killing so many kings and emperors of us, just want to leave like this? Leave me your life!"
Yang Ming's figure suddenly paused, and a dignified color flashed in his eyes.
From the two people in front of him, Yang Ming felt a slight threat.
The gaze swept across the faces of the two of them, and when it fell on the face that was somewhat similar to the Abyss Saint Monarch, Yang Ming showed a hint of surprise.
Obviously, there is a certain connection between Tian Shen and the Abyss Sovereign. Perhaps, this can explain why the entire abyss world collapsed, and even the Abyss Sovereign had no time to escape. The Scarlet Mother actually knew all of this. It was Yang Ming who did it.
Is it the soul divided into two halves, or two in one, or simply a spare body?
All kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind, and finally turned into a sneer at the corner of his mouth. Yang Ming shook his head and stopped thinking about it. It didn't matter what he was, it didn't matter at all, as long as they were killed. As for what was going on, you can wait for Tian Shen's soul to be tortured after he is imprisoned.
Yan Long held the Zhang Er long sword in his hand. The sword was made from the core of the planet. The whole body was bright and cold. During countless years, he drank the blood of countless creatures of various races. As soon as he drew his sword out of its sheath, there was a soaring resentment. Yun Xiao, the sword body reflected the handsome and evil face of Yan Long, and said lightly:
"Since I forged this super-sacred tool, Soulbreaker Blade, 36 planets have died under this sword, 72 famous god-level powerhouses have been defeated in my hands, and one hundred and eight intelligent races have been defeated by me. Extinct, and you are honored to be the 73rd defeated under my sword!"
An invincible aura burst out from Yan Long, blowing his three thousand green silks dancing wildly behind his head.
"Swish swish! Swish swish! Swish swish!"
Raising his hand and waving his sword, his eyes were full of vast sword aura, and a series of condensed white sword lights traversed the sky, illuminating half of the crimson realm as silver and white.
What’s even more amazing is that this sword qi is rampant in the air along the path of the mysterious, giving people a sense of endless starry sky. Each sword qi is a planet in the universe galaxy, thirty-six sword qi. It seemed that thirty-six planets were rushing towards Yang Ming, the pressure from the piggy bank, the kind of aura that seemed to crush everything in front of you, the kind of invincible sword aura that would halve the entire star field. It is enough to make all god-level powerhouses below the first-level deity shudder. This is not a spirit ability that belongs to the world at all, but a magical skill that belongs to the first-level god!
"Supernatural skill! Starry sky swordsmanship!"
Yan Long only faintly said the name of this trick after the sword qi came out.
Using the planet as the whetstone, and irrigating the sword with the blood of thousands of creatures, shaped the starry sky swordsmanship that has changed the sight of countless races!
I have to say that Yan Long is worthy of being the eldest son of the Crimson Mother. Even though it is also instilled and grown by the energy of the Crimson Realm, it is completely different from his "brothers and sisters". It is not the kind of empty realm without corresponding strength. The Xibei goods, but the powerhouse who earnestly polishes energy into its own strength.
Even if he was as strong as Yang Ming, he did not dare to be careless in the face of this magnificent starry sky swordsmanship.
"No wonder the Crimson Realm can dominate the void side. It has not been eradicated for misfortune for thousands of years. Sure enough, there are no vain people under the reputation. You are qualified to be my opponent."
In a calm tone, Yang Ming said something that caused Yan Long and Tian Shen to have blue veins on their foreheads.
"Clang!"
A blood-red mysterious sword came out of its sheath and fell into Yang Ming's hands.
As Yang Ming’s first martial soul, the mysterious sword can grow bigger as Yang Ming’s size grows. After Yang Ming’s true cultivation base reaches the second-level god, this sword has slaughtered thousands of soul beasts and enemies. , Even the killing sword that had drunk the blood of the gods, its essence has also undergone transformation, sublimated into a second-level artifact, although it is not as good as the super artifact in the hands of Yan Long, but Yang Ming is confident that by virtue of the characteristics of the mysterious sword, it accumulates The sharpness so far is enough for him to meet the gods and kill the gods and the Buddhas!
When the mysterious sword came out, a sudden killing intent filled the world, and a buzzing sound was transmitted from the sword, accompanied by an invisible killing intent influence.
Within a tens of thousands of miles, tens of millions of derived creatures suddenly felt a killing intent, and their eyes were blurred with blood, and then driven by endless killing intent, they actually swung their sharp blades at their companions. , The white knife went in and the red knife came out, killing all the companions around him.
Suddenly, the land of thousands of miles turned into a field of Shura, and all derivation creatures were killed insane.
Even Yan Long and Tianshen were also affected, with a red light in their eyes, and then under the control of strong willpower, they reluctantly suppressed the killing intent.
At the first moment when the qingming was restored in their eyes, Yan Long and Tianshen looked at the mysterious sword with full alertness. Unexpectedly, this is a magic sword that can affect people's mood!
Yang Ming didn't know what these two were thinking about, while trying to use the space rules to avoid Yan Long's starry sky swordsmanship, at the same time slowly unfolding the Nine Tribulations swordsmanship.
Seventh style of Nine Tribulations Sword Technique!
"The great clumsy has no front and the sky desires to sink,"
"Bladeless and cold sword Yisen."
"Life and death Fang Xiaojian's first effort,"
"The vicissitudes of life know the silent soul."
The seventh celestial phenomenon of the nine calamities gave birth to countless possibilities, corresponding to countless stars in the universe.
Yang Ming took the sword and fell, the swordsmanship actually has the splendid phase of the galaxy, the sun and the moon are brilliant, sometimes the comet hits the moon, sometimes the nine stars are connected to the pearl, sometimes the stars arch the moon, unpredictable, unpredictable, infinite, even if it is Yan The dragon's triumphant starry sky sword technique was also eclipsed in front of this set of Nine Tribulations sword technique.
The starry sky is splendid, and after all, it is slightly monotonous, how can it be compared to the endlessness of celestial phenomena?
What's more, Yang Ming's swordsmanship is not just good-looking, it is either parry, or block, or defense, or offense. Every move and every style contains infinite possibilities, and the combination of them is even more dazzling. Endless.
In the short quarter of an hour, Yan Long became more and more frightened. From the first smug, to surprise, to despair, and finally to unbelievable, his inner emotions were like riding a roller coaster. Constantly going up and down, I realized what was called ups and downs, but this was not the result he wanted!
However, when Yan Long wanted to withdraw, he was horrified to find that he had been involved in the boundless universe without knowing it. No, it was not the universe, but the magnificence evolved from the Nine Tribulations Sword Technique. Weather, UU reading www.uukanshu.com made Yan Long unable to escape!
"Damn it, Tianshen, when do you want to watch the show!"
Realizing that he couldn't get out of trouble in a short time, and that he was sinking deeper and deeper, Yan Long's handsome face was distorted and he let out a questioning sound.
Tianshen, who looked a bit similar to the Abyss Saint Monarch, couldn't sit still at this time, and his confidence in Yan Long was almost disintegrated at the beginning, knowing that the other party is now hard to support, and immediately stepped forward.
Tianshen stepped on the dragon, wrapped his hands in front of his chest, evil ghost faces emerged from him, and then the evil spirits broke free.
The gloomy and extremely cold air envelops the land in a radius of thousands of miles. From a distance, it is like falling into the depths of Jiuyou. The cold wind is accompanied by countless evil spirits. The faces of these evil spirits are one. Among the abyss creatures that Zhang Zhang has died, there are many old acquaintances that Yang Ming has seen, the abyss ant emperor, the abyss lizard emperor, the abyss spirit emperor, the abyss wisdom emperor...
When every evil spirit looked at Yang Ming, his face showed an expression of hatred, and he was obviously full of hatred for the man behind the scenes who destroyed the abyssal world with one hand!