"town!"

A sound like a bell rang through a radius of more than ten miles.

This voice combines indifference, compassion and heaviness.

Just like the Buddha's mantra.

This "town" is not a simple word.

It is also the Buddhist sound attacking supernatural power.

The Buddha's light shone in the void, and many people couldn't help but close their eyes.

Jueyuan's face was neither sad nor happy, and he stood in the void and slowly stretched out his right palm.

The giant palms condensed behind him also moved.

Zhang Jing's mouth gently curled up, revealing a fanatical smile.

This is enough!

The opponents I faced before were basically solved in just a few blows, and there was no fun in the fight.

Zhang Jing has never liked Moji, and he can solve it as soon as possible and solve it as soon as possible.

The pressure brought to him by Monk Jueyuan now not only did not make him retreat, but instead made him face the difficulties.

What to do when facing a strong enemy?

Crush him!

Without a fearless martial arts heart, how could Zhang Jing be able to kill the golden elixir in the past?

For Zhang Jing, it is both pressure and motivation.

"Slay the sky!"

Zhang Jing held the Hongchen Sword with one hand, and suddenly shot out and rushed into the void.

Several golden giant palms gradually condensed with Jueyuan's movements.

People from the rivers and lakes gathered in more than ten miles were staring at the situation in the field.

On one side, the Buddha's huge palm that covered the sky suppressed it down, trying to extinguish the demon demon directly in the void.

One side did not retreat and rushed towards the giant palm with a knife in one hand.

The scene was silent, as if it had been frozen.

The first-class gang leader clenched his fists and looked at the picture that seemed to be frozen in a serious manner.

In his eyes, the figure who was still rushing towards the Buddha seemed to exude a momentum.

A momentum that is not afraid of everything even though he dies, as if nothing can stop it.

He was stunned by the captivating momentum, and he couldn't help but worry about the thin figure.

"boom......"

A sound like a collapse of heaven exploded.

The huge Buddha's palm, a hundred feet tall, seemed to directly suppress the figure.

After the explosion, there was a silence.

Jueyuan breathed a sigh of relief on his indifferent face.

The demonic guy in front of him brought him too much pressure.

"Has it been suppressed?" The first-class master stared at the huge giant palm in the void.

"No, it can't be that simple," he suddenly shook his head secretly.

The black figure obviously took the initiative to intercept the monk.

How could it be so easy to lose?

This is not how the heads are given.

Not waiting for him to continue thinking about it.

"Click..."

A slight sound of shattering suddenly came from the void.

The sound seems very light, but people in the radius of more than ten miles can hear it clearly, as if it is just right in their ears.

"Click...Click..."

The sound is getting more and more dense.

Jueyuan's eyes suddenly shrank deeper and he placed his eyes on the giant palm.

At this moment, the huge golden palm of the Buddha was already dim and dull.

It is covered with dense cracks.

"boom....."

The giant palm shattered with a bang, Zhang Jing rushed out with a knife, and slashed it at Jueyuan with one knife.

Although there are many introductions, it seems that the scene has only passed for a few moments.

Jueyuan held up a golden lotus in front of him to cover himself.

But in a hurry, it was impossible to completely block it.

The golden lotus shattered, and Jueyuan's body retreated hundreds of meters.

A very deep scar was left on the shoulder, and light golden blood slowly flowed out.

The blood was bright red, but under the reflection of Jueyuan's body, it turned into light golden blood.

He has practiced for hundreds of years, and naturally has also dabbled in some Buddhist magical skills for protecting the body.

But it's not very profound, even Mingjue is somewhat incomparable.

After slashing out with one sword, Zhang Jing did not stop, but instead pursued the victory.

"Holy Buddha Seal!"

Jueyuan had no time to heal his wounds, so he hurriedly blasted out Buddhist seals to resist the sword lights that broke out by Zhang Jing.

Every bombardment is like a thunder exploding.

The earth beneath the two of them was already destroyed in an instant.

There are ravines and huge palm prints.

Originally this place was an official road, but now it is a ruin.

If it is in the city, half of the city will be destroyed by them.

Even the aftermath of the Grand Master of Jindan fighting was not something that ordinary mortals could bear.

When the White Lotus Sect and others made a big fuss in the imperial city, even with the reinforcement of the imperial city formation, a large number of people still died.

Feeling the pain constantly coming from his shoulders, Jueyuan gritted his teeth and looked extremely solemn.

If he had not practiced Buddhism to protect his body, he would probably have been divided into two halves with a single sword.

But even so, he was still greatly damaged.

After slashing out one by one, Lord Zhang's face was very plain, but the joy that came from his eyes revealed his mood at the moment.

This evenly powerful bombardment made every cell in his body feel very excited.

He has not fought so happily for a long time.

The large amount of cultivation obtained by refining spiritual pills and elixirs also gradually cut off his empty aura under his repeated compression.

The golden elixir in the dantian is even more restrained in the divine light.

Seven natural patterns climb above the golden elixir, adding a mystery to it.

Jueyuan's eyes were filled with expressions, and he knew that he could not delay any longer and had to fight quickly.

Otherwise, he would die at the hands of the demon demon in front of him.

The knife wound on his shoulder always touched him, and the guy was gradually suppressing him.

If he cannot fight back, he will eventually be tortured to death.

Thinking of this, Jueyuan's right fingers were put together and pointed at the spiritual platform.

In an instant, Jueyuan's qi and blood began to burn, and a little sluggish aura on his body was also rising.

A phantom of Bodhisattva over a hundred feet high was supported by Aiyuan.

The energy of heaven and earth in a radius of several miles is constantly filling, and the phantom of the Bodhisattva continues to condense.

"The Dharma Body of the Bodhisattva? Haha... Then let's try who is stronger."

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes and then stepped out.
To be continued...