Chapter 693: Zhan Zhun mention, Saint Law Body!

The rhyme of the saints, the supreme rhyme that accompanies the saints' avenue, is obscure and mysterious, and contains the heaven and earth.
Every time such a rhyme appears, it means that some major event is about to or has occurred in the world; and today, the saint’s rhyme is falling rapidly, and is caught by another rhyme in the gap opened by the ground above the Netherworld. Suppressing and falling quickly!
"Second Master!"
"How come!"
The disciples who had introduced the saints reacted fastest, and their faces changed greatly when they saw the scene in the distance.
A pair of divine consciousness locked in, and a pair of eyes were watching.
The dignified saint, one of the only six saints in the prehistoric world, and the Western Zhunti who led the saints to develop Western religions and Buddhism, was stepped on his abdomen with a foot, and his body fell quickly!
Zhunti's body arched, it was not uncomfortable; he was covered in golden light with multiple damages, and the small branches and leaves he held in his hands were directly broken in half.
And the figure who stepped on Zhunti was enveloped by a strong black and yellow aura, so that people could not see his face for a while.
His long hair is dancing, and the domineering aura continues to flow, the aura on his body rises and contracts like a rhythm, with a straight body, a straight waist, and stepping on the toes that lift the saint’s abdomen...
Dao robes, boots, the most ordinary dress in the wild, but at this time, it fell on this person, but it was like the armor of the of war, and the might not be violated!
An old monk said angrily: "Yang Jian, do you dare!"
"Humph!"
It was only a cold snort from this figure!
Yang Jian's figure suddenly stopped, just above the capital city, the force of the whole body thrusting into the soles of his feet, his knees were gently bent, without giving the figure under his feet a chance to backhand, he stepped out forcefully.
With a bang, the old monk wearing a golden robe smashed into a corner of Fengdu City, and the constant raging wind and waves almost swept the entire Fengdu City.
The one who was kicked out... but a saint!
Although it is the weaker one among the six prehistoric sages, the realm of this sage is real!
Yang Jian couldn't hurt the saint as much as he could, and the saints who could still beat him were so embarrassed; even, Yang Jian should have appeared in the prehistoric soon, and this path of Qi was reversed. It seems that Yang Jian and Zhunti are from the five continents. All the way down...
The Buddhist masters were shocked, and the Asura looked at Yang Jian with more awe.
Being able to fight against the saints in a short period of time and gain the absolute upper hand, was able to throw out his long spear to fly Abi and Yuantu and break the siege of the teacher when he pressed the pinpoint.
It's nothing more than a leader of the Asura crowd tremblingly shouted: "Where is this monster that popped up?"
Zhen Yuding frowned suddenly and looked at Yang Jian floating in the air with some worry, but seeing that Yang Jian hadn't relaxed his vigilance at all, he chuckled in relief.
"Hahahahaha!"
Xuanyuan Huangdi, who had killed the enemy in blood, raised his head and smiled, and the group of Shura people around him quickly retreated, finally allowing him and Jiu Tian Xuan Nu to temporarily rest.
For a time, the fighting technique under the six reincarnation discs also stopped, and a pair of eyes watched Yang Jian standing in the air.
They didn't ignore the importance of ‘timing’ just because they were fighting on the sidelines, but Yang Jian’s gaze swept across the place, and they were forced not to move...
Ran Deng's complexion was a bit cloudy, and Old Ancestor Styx's expression was a bit playful. After recalling the double swords, he held his fists and looked at Yang Jian, his eyes flashing a little bit of cold.
"Humph!"
Yang Jian snorted coldly, the anger in his heart was still unabated, but because of seeing Zhen Yuanzi all embarrassed, it became even more vigorous.
He just hasn't seen the situation in the fetal membrane of the book.
His whole body contracted, leaving no regrets up and down all over his body. Although he didn't look down, his spiritual consciousness had been locked on the Buddha's light gradually shining in the dark dusty place below.
In the deep pit that had just been knocked out, Zhunti saint sat on the Ninth-Rank Lotus Platform, with the majesty and golden light lingering.
He kept reciting the scriptures, and the rhyme of saint humanity kept condensing in the nearby world; Yang Jian could perceive that within a thousand feet of his body, he seemed to have opened his eyes.
The chanting sound stopped suddenly without warning, and two golden lights flashed across the eyes of the saint Zhunti. Suddenly thousands of golden lights burst out from around Yang Jian, covering all parts of his body!
Every golden light is an offensive from the Saint Realm, which can directly crush a quasi-sacred cultivator!
But Yang Jian was waiting for this moment!
Eighty-one profound beads around his body glowed with dazzling light at the same time, and the invisible aura that had gripped all over his body was torn apart abruptly!
Move the universe!
The saint Zhunti received a heavy blow to his chest, and while his body was shaking, his left hand slammed on the lotus platform that had just been taken out, and his figure flew upside down, flying gracefully.
But almost as soon as he left the lotus platform, a black fist appeared from the side of the lotus platform, blasted into the lotus platform, and forcibly shattered the nine-rank lotus platform.
Yang Jian's figure appeared at the bottom of the pit, with thousands of golden lights shining above his head, reflecting his grim face.
"Yang Jian!" Zhunti's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger, but before he could continue to scold, Yang Jian had already taken two steps, rushed out of the bottom of the pit, and hit the saint's golden body with his fist.
Steps, fists, Yang Jian's movements are extremely simple, but they also contain the profound meaning after the complicated and simple.
The front of the boxing concealed the power of tearing the universe, but did not reveal it; under his feet, he stepped on a body that is comparable to infinite movement, but it seemed to go straight...
In the Netherworld at this time, only Zhunti knew how heavy the punch was and how fast the pace was!
Originally, this should be an asymmetrical battle between a saint and a non-saint; but now, Zhunti has to forget the face of the saint, forget the majesty of the saint, and regard this battle as a battle between Yuanshen Taoist monks and physical practitioners. !
Never let Yang Jian get close again!
Bliss real body!
Zhunti, who was retreating quickly, slowly folded his hands together, and the Buddha light around him made a strange sound that resembled a roar of a cow and a dragon.
In the blink of an eye, the image of the saint was quasi-extracted and turned into a giant with a height of several tens of feet. There is a layer of cloud on the neck of the giant. There are dozens of heads floating on the cloud. Each head is a precious image and solemn, not half terrifying. sense.
Eighteen arms appeared behind them, holding various spirit treasures, the most dazzling being the blessing of the magic pestle, and the Qibao tree that always accompanies the body around!
This is the image of the saint?
The corners of Yang Jian's mouth rose slightly, his eyes rose with anger and fighting spirit, but the depths of his eyes were cold.
On the forehead, the divine light surged, and the sky eyes slowly opened;
Inside the body, the sound of overturning the river and the sea is endless, and the sea covering the sea is rising;
Another boundless starlight rushed into the Netherworld, gathered on Yang Jian, and crossed Yang Jian's whole body into the starlight, and condensed into a majestic astral armor, Xiao Zhou's star battle!
Under the cover of these stars, no one noticed that Yang Jian's body exuded a certain black jade-like aura, which was the eighth-level Xuan Huang body of the Eight or Nine Profound Art.
In addition to all the things that can be seen and heard here, Yang Jian inexplicably has a section of shallow marks in his heart. These marks are inconsistent and very vague, but they are very precious.
That was the mark left over after a period of fighting, belonging to the man with disheveled hair he saw when he returned to Hongjing...
Slowly, Yang Jian raised his head slightly, and when he looked at the saint's face, there was no fluctuation in his heart.
"Win the plate!" Zhun Tisheng shouted out loud, the Dharma body took the lead in attacking Yang Jian with an extremely dense attack.
Yang Jian took a sudden step, and his figure was swallowed by the divine light shot by Zhun Ti, the universe was twisted, and Yang Jian's figure was temporarily invisible; but for some reason, the body of Zhun Ti saint also began to take the initiative to retreat!
Under the six paths of reincarnation, a group of Buddhist masters were silent, and the Asura people were about to move again, and the ancestor of the river also stared at the real Jade Ding, as if he wanted to finish the previous battle.
The matter is here...the matter is here...
"Respect the saint order, win the market!"
With a loud shout of burning lamp, you must take the lead now; the three-pointed two-bladed gun that can be suspended in front of Zhenyuan Daxian and Yuding suddenly shook, and an invisible pressure rippled away, making these Buddhist masters Although the people with Shura were shocked, they did not dare to move rashly.
how come?
They looked at the fierce battle that was erupting in the corner of the capital city-there was no longer able to detect it with spiritual sense, it was better to see it directly with the naked eye.
Zhunti's sage's legal body was constantly moving, and the place he passed did not cause much'damage' to the capital city, because all the magical powers that urged him blasted on Yang Jian's body.
Even the meritorious saint ~EbookFREE.me~ has the ability to absolutely match the realm in the world where the saint was born.
But even if the magical powers and mana played by the saints can break the universe and break up the Tao, so that outsiders can not see the body of Yang Jian in the center, it still can't cover the fact that this law body is constantly evading. .
In the most dazzling place of the magical light, there is always a figure, step by step forward, forcing the saint to regress, and bear the saint's full force to kill without the slightest sign of falling down.
Even when the saint Zhunti was bombarded for a while, with a trace of suspiciousness in his hands, a chuckle floated forward.
"Is this the saint's method?"
"Is this the honor of your Buddhism to bully the prefecture, and the saints to bully the great virtue?"
Zhun raised dozens of faces and showed his anger, but just as he was about to speak, the pressure in front of him suddenly increased. It seemed that there was a fierce beast that could tear his saint's body. It was about to rush out of the barrier of his magical powers and rush to him to tear apart. His image of the saint.
Yang Jian's voice still echoed everywhere in the Netherworld.
"At the moment of the great enemy, I didn't want to smash my face with you Buddhism again, but you have oppressed the Dade Hou Tu, so that you can sacrifice your life for the primordial beings and become your saints to protect your own people. The woman who is waiting for this opportunity!"
"This is what the saints did, and this is what the Buddhism did? Isn't the soul chilling with such a loss of conscience, how can Pangu God be willing to tolerate it!"
"If a sage has no virtue, and his character is not in his place, how can he be called sacred? How can he be sacred? Relying on great aspirations and promises to lay a white bar on the heavens?
Zhunti's complexion turned red, and several heads vomited golden blood, but they were unclear by Yang Jian.
Outside the city of Fengdu, the white-clothed monk sitting on Di Ting's back also narrowed his eyes when he heard this.
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