Chapter 696: 0 Buddha array, the method of beheading the holy!

Outside Fengdu city, hundreds of Buddhist monks chanted together. They each floated in the air, seeming to be arranged in a certain formation, but there were no traces or fluctuations of the formation, which was a little strange.
Hundred miles behind this group of old monks, there are more than a hundred Shura people standing quietly on the hill of Huangquan, and many Shura eyes are fixed on the battlefield above the capital city.
Their clan's respect for the strong is more fanatical than the Lich and other clan.
An Asura leader approached the ancestor Styx and asked in a low voice, "Old ancestor, shall we retreat?"
"No hurry, let's just look at it," Styx said leisurely, with some wicked eyes a little playful, "If Yang Jian can really kill Zhun Ti, I can't say there is a chance for the ancestor."
"Yes," several Shura leaders stood quietly behind Styx, without saying a word.
In the sea of ​​blood, the ancestors of the Styx are the sky, let them die, and the Asuras will not hesitate.
After all, they were made in this way.
Yang Jian and Zhunti saints were fighting like a raging fire, and all parts of the Three Realms were affected by this battle, and chaos gradually emerged.
The Tao is shaken and the world is out of balance.
The Netherworld was filled with the power of heaven and earth, and these powers of heaven and earth quickly gathered here.
Not only the Nether Realm, but the vitality from all parts of the Three Realms seems to be gathering towards the Nether Realm, being used by the Heavenly Dao, turning into that strange light curtain wrapped around the battle between Yang Jian and the saint, lest the aftermath of their battle will pierce the land.
Perhaps this is the ‘challenge’ opened up for Yang Jian and Zhunti by Sanqing and Jiuying.
Why not go to Chaos Hai Dou Fa?
Yang Jian couldn't wait, so he dared not go; if the meritorious saint leaves his world where he is promoted to saint, his strength will be greatly reduced, especially for such a ‘more watery’ saint, it’s tantamount to death.
They can only fight here, and Zhunti will only fight Yang Jian here.
Holding a three-pointed two-edged gun, his robes have been torn clean by the strong wind, and his trousers have long been missing from under his knees, but Yang Jian is still wearing a star armor.
Although Zhunti had Kassapa, Ananda and other saint disciples helping him, Yang Jian was still beating his head, and the saint's law body had begun to leave scars that could not heal immediately.
Yang Jian almost used his life-threatening style of play, resisting the offensive force, but he did not dodge other magic weapons except for the blessing of the magic pestle. If the three-pointed and two-bladed gun cannot be changed in time, he must be given a golden body for punches and kicks Add some color.
Zhunti's eyes were about to breathe fire, but in addition to his anger, he gradually had other thoughts in his heart.
The trace of fear that hasn't appeared for too long...
Under Yang Jian's fierce attack, the golden body started to be a little blue and yellow; he went deep into this great road of heaven and earth, and gradually he could not quickly repair his golden body...
Go on like this...
Saint Zhunti woke up suddenly, dozens of heads looked down at his chest and abdomen at the same time.
Yang Jian's left toe points on the golden body, his left hand is holding the three-pointed two-bladed gun under the blade, his right hand is holding a fist...
In the next moment, the gun shadow and the boxing shadow slammed quickly, and the golden body flashed randomly!
A few arms swept toward the chest and abdomen, and the Buddha's light attacked Yang Jian. Yang Jian still did not dodge, and attacked brazenly, and the light from Zhunti could only make Yang Jian's body tremble a few times.
Even the Xuanhuang body did not have any scars.
"what--"
Yang Jian was like a mad devil, wishing to tear the golden body with his mouth. Just as he was squeezing his fist to accumulate his strength, he was about to give the golden body a powerful blow, and a huge stone pillar swept across.
Blessing the Divine Pestle, this is Zhunti's hidden treasure, and a saint magical weapon that is more mysterious than the Seven Treasure Tree, hitting Yang Jian will make Yang Jian a little dizzy.
Yang Jian pointed his left toe and shot towards the back, dodge the stone pillar dangerously and dangerously.
Seventy-two changes!
Huh-
Re-implement the old technique! It's another transformation into Kunpeng and the nine-day soaring tactic!
Yang Jian's figure disappeared in a flash, and he quickly shuttled around a hundred feet of Zhun Ti Jin's body, seemingly forming a shifting formation after another in Zhun Ti's golden body.
I don’t know how many times a similar scene has been staged. When Zhunti’s magical powers cannot track Yang Jian’s trail, Yang Jian will rush to Jin’s side again...
This time, Yang Jian clenched the long spear with both hands, Kaitian Daoyun circulated above the three-pointed two-bladed gun, and a wave of profound energy poured into the three-pointed two-bladed gun.
Click...
This dragon spear, which has followed Yang Jian for many years, has small cracks in its carving.
It's really because the power that Yang Jian injected into it was too strong and prosperous, and it had exceeded the limit that the innate spirit treasure could bear!
Open day fifth style!
"dead!"
Just under the ribs of the golden body, the spear drew a bright arc of light!
While Zhunti was frightened and angered, he reacted fairly quickly. He had already interlaced the nine arms on his left side at the same time, and directly forced the arc of light that had shattered the universe.
Accompanied by a blast that was almost like the sky and the earth, Zhunti's golden body flew upside down for the third time out of the light curtain set by the heavens. This time it flew directly three thousand meters away. There were more than a dozen heads vomiting blood and nine arms. Four or five were also broken.
Several Buddha lights shone towards Yang Jian, seeming to want to hinder Yang Jian's actions; Yang Jian suddenly raised his head and looked to a corner, the face of the middle-aged monk changed drastically, and his figure retreated violently regardless of the position.
Zayu, Yang Jian didn't have regular meetings, anyway, the magical powers that these received disciples played did not affect him much.
Contempt, these people read contempt and disdain in Yang Jian's eyes, but they didn't dare to be angry at all, and immediately pushed away in the direction where Zhun Ti was beaten away.
Yang Jian stood still, looking at the few arms that were slowly dissipating into golden light in front of him, thinking constantly in his heart.
Thinking about how he should kill a saint.
The anger and hatred remained undiminished. Today, he was determined to cut off the threats that threatened the safety of his family one by one. Even if his master appeared to stop him, Yang Jian would not hesitate to risk his rebellious reputation.
Who knows what his mood was when he saw that his sister was seriously injured and dying!
The golden body of Zhunti's saint was wrapped in golden light, and his broken arm grew out again, and the golden body madly swallowed the vitality of the world. This seemed to be the reason why the saint was invincible in the world.
Zhunti's power comes from this world, and Yang Jian's power comes from himself; after entering the Profound Yellow Realm, as long as the 81 Profound Orbs are not broken, they can provide Yang Jian with inexhaustible profound energy.
Even with the Dinghai Shenzhu and the sea-covering great formation, quasi-ti has absorbed the vitality of the heavens and the earth, Yang Jian will not be half exhausted.
But how can I beheaded?
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and naturally noticed the old monks sitting cross-legged around him.
Formation?
Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, and the vertical eyes on his forehead opened again. The ink-colored pupils seemed to reflect a strange world.
Today, his strongest offensive is the Kaitian Nine Form; compared to offense, his profound body is better at defending.
For the first time, Yang Jian felt that the spear in his hand was slightly lighter.
"Yang Jian!" These two words were squeezed between Zhunti's teeth, dozens of heads in the golden body shouted at the same time, with a strange feeling of overlap, "You have committed the great taboo of heaven and earth today! Do not get lost and know how to return !"
"Oh? Taboo?"
Yang Jian's voice doesn't contain any mood swings, but the more it is, the more people in the distance behind him can feel how turbulent the anger in his heart is.
"Others are afraid of your saint status because you can destroy them with your fingertips; don't you regard this fear of your strength as a respect for yourself? Zhun mention, do you want to be shameless?"
Zhunti seemed to have been stepped on a painful spot, and roared angrily: "This seat should pinch you to death like an ant when you are underfed!"
"You can kill me?" Yang Jian sneered, "When I was in the early days, Master Sanqing sheltered, and Master protected me in secret. If it weren't for this, would you allow me to this day?"
Suddenly a ray of aura suddenly appeared in Yang Jian's heart.
To behead the saint, apart from destroying the way they built the avenue, only the avenue of the Yuanshen Dao saints can be temporarily separated from the heaven and the earth.
Before the great eras of Taishi, Taiji, and Taisu were shattered, why did the world change drastically?
Without him, that group of powerful enemies killed too many saints, shattered the avenues of too many saints, and the avenues that passed through the tangible realm were reorganized and reborn after being shattered.
But Yang Jian was still a bit short of heat at this time. If his profound art rushed to the ninth level and continued his strength increase, only then would he have the power to directly destroy the saints.
By then, he was already able to fight the Xeon.
At this time, Yang Jian didn't think too much about these illusory prospects, his left hand stroked the position of his abdomen Dantian, a little sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Cut off the connection between the saint and the heaven and earth, it seems that he is not unable to do...
With a sneer, Yang Jian didn't need to delay any longer, no matter what he said, he didn't care about it, and he took the gun and rushed forward again.
Seventy-two changes!
If it weren't for the transformation of Kunpeng to perform the Nine Heavens Swinging Technique, Yang Jian would again be dragged down by the continuous offensive of supernatural powers as before in the city battle.
This Feng Clan secret technique is regarded as a gift from Shi Feng Lingyu to Yang Jian. It must be realized when he transformed into a Kunpeng for the first time and chased the authentic Kunpeng, it was a bit less elegant and a bit more weird than the flying feather escape technique.
A similar situation reappeared again, and Heavenly Dao was unable to stop the two people from fighting, so they could only continue to arrange the light curtain and try their best to resist the aftermath of their fighting.
But this time, outside the light curtain, there are more Buddhist monks.
On the remnant wall of Fengdu City, Emperor Xuanyuan shouted at this place: "Boy! Beware of the Buddhist formation!"
What got was Yang Jian's laughter echoing all over the Netherworld...
"Why!"
Yang Jian suddenly appeared, and the shadow of Kunpeng who was several feet long hit Zhunti's back.
Zhun lifted dozens of heads and twisted at the same time, and his arms turned directly to the rear with a bit of terror. The blessing of the magical pestle made waves, which seemed to have been gaining momentum for a long time.
The sacred pestle fell, the treasure tree swept across, and the shadow of Kunpeng suddenly exploded, causing Zhun to mention dozens of faces to change wildly at the same time.
Yang Jian's sneer was clearly printed in Zhun Ti's ears, and the cold light flickered, and more than a dozen heads on Zhun Ti's body were thrown away!
"You lied!"
Zhunti's voice was full of irritation~EbookFREE.me~ The dozen or so heads quickly gathered in the golden light.
Yang Jian held the gun in his left hand and clenched his fist in his right hand. He attacked Zhun Ti's neck with a fierce attack. The hit Zhun Ti kept staggering and falling.
With the blessing of the sacred pestle swept, Yang Jian's figure flew again and rushed back again.
But this time, Zhun Ti suddenly changed his skills and opened up the vitals of Jin's body. A few of the eighteen arms dropped the treasure, forming a complicated Buddha seal when Yang Jian was close!
town!
The universe is sealed!
Yang Jian and Zhun Ti's body became pitch black at the same time, as if these two powerhouses had become stone sculptures at the same time; it was just a move that hurts the enemy 80 times and one hundred, but it has an obvious effect...
Can temporarily hold Yang Jian's figure.
Outside the light curtain formed by the Heavenly Dao, Ran Lan suddenly appeared, surrounded by three feet of green fire, and pointed at the figure of Yang Jian and Zhun Ti suddenly.
"A Thousand Buddhas Formation Kai!"
The group of old monks who had been sitting cross-legged long ago slowly pushed their right hand forward at the same time. After each figure, there was a scene like a mirage in miniature - the situation inside was that countless creatures were bowing to the big Buddha. Spiritual thoughts are mixed with the golden light of Buddhism, from those great worlds, across the universe, appear behind these old monks.
Thousands of Buddhas and thousands of countries, endless incense!
"Small Demon!"
Burning the lantern roared, the muscles on the old face were beating constantly, there was a bit of pleasure in his eyes, and a bit of joy after relief.
The place where Yang Jian and Zhunti were solidified, the light of Buddha crashed down!
And no one has noticed that Yang Jian, who was supposed to be sealed by the universe, has a slight arc at the corner of his mouth... I want to talk about Honghuang Erlang with more like-minded people. WeChat pays attention to "You Reading Literature" Reading novels, chatting about life, looking for friends~