Zhang Jing's prestige will also be greatly hit, and even Jiange may jump out again, but this possibility is not very high.

This battle is the Battle of the Universe.

One battle will determine the world!

Feeling the terrifying aura that erupted from Zhang Jing's body, Sanzang's expression gradually became solemn.

Because Zhang Jing’s aura is no longer inferior to him.

Show the saint! Show the saint!

Zhang Jing actually already has the terrifying power of showing the holy realm.

How long has he been practicing?

It is no exaggeration to call him a peerless genius.

Now, Sanzang understood why the Sword Emperor retreated.

I'm afraid that I'm not only afraid of Zhang Jing's strength, but also Zhang Jing's terrifying talent!

The Sword Emperor was worried about Zhang Jing’s future achievements, so he took the initiative to give in.

In just a short time, Sanzang thought about everything clearly.

Sanzang sighed in his heart, but his face remained silent: "I am willing to give in, but Lingshan disciples... I only use one move. As long as the Grand Commander can block it, Lingshan will retreat immediately. What does the Grand Commander want?"

Sanzang also gave in because he was also worried about the future of Lingshan. At the same time, his injuries had not healed before in Beiyan, so he could not have been able to fight for too long, otherwise it would be more than worth the loss if it was affected.

Zhang Jing nodded and said, "Yes!"

The light of inspiration flashed, and the Red Dust Demon Sword fell into his hands. Although Sanzang said that he only used one move, this move was definitely one of the strongest methods of Sanzang. If he couldn't even stop this, Zhang Jing's plan could be declared bankrupt.

Three Burials stood in the void, and thousands of Lingshan disciples retreated back to Lingshan, and the uncle and the others were also far away. After the previous fight between Zhang Jing and the Sword Emperor, the three of them had already gained confidence in Zhang Jing's strength and felt that Zhang Jing was absolutely sure to take it.

As long as Lingshan retreats, the biggest obstacle to recovering the country will be gone, and the imperial army can completely push it over.

Cut the leeks by the way.

Those forces in the martial arts world have plundered people's wealth and ointment, and they have definitely accumulated a lot of resources. Now it is time to return it.

Of course, all this must be based on the premise that Zhang Jing can win.

Sanzang narrowed his eyes, and a Buddha's body surrounded by a stream of Buddha's essence. The golden light was flourishing. Coupled with the faint sound of Buddha, it was really the same as the gods and Buddhas.

In an instant, the wind and clouds were turbulent. The monk Sanzang raised his palm and gathered his five fingers together. Behind him, a hundred-foot Buddhist palm condensed, shining golden light shining half of the sky.

An extremely terrifying power came from the Buddha's palm and had faintly merged into the void.

Zhang Jing's eyes shrank deep, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.

It was really shocked, because what the Three Burials exposed was not artistic conception, or it was not simple but artistic conception, which seemed to be something more advanced than artistic conception.

In Zhang Jing's perception, the Buddha's palms of the Three Burials have truly merged with the main void.

Buddha is nature, nature is Buddha!

In other words, what Zhang Jing faced this time was not the artistic conception of Sancun’s Three Burials of Buddhism, but the whole sky!

Use the power of heaven and earth to suppress Zhang Jing!

When Zhang Jing confronted the Sword Emperor, his artistic conception was much weaker than that of the Sword Emperor, but the gap was not obvious.

However, Zhang Jing has also realized some of the artistic conception of the Sword Emperor seems to be slowly transforming towards the current realm of the Three Burials.

However, Zhang Jing seemed to have no fear at all.

The artistic conception of the Blood Sea completely exploded, with murderous intent surrounding him. Zhang Jing raised the magic knife and poured his strength into his body.

If the sky wants to suppress him, then kill the sky!

"Amitabha!"

The monk Sanzang recited the Buddha's name, opened his eyes, and pressed with one hand.

Boom!

The void is shaking, and the Buddha's palm is carrying the power of heaven and earth, suppressing it!

Uncle Duan stared at this scene with some support, which was even more serious than when Zhang Jing and the Sword Emperor had fought before.

The sound continued, the Buddha's voice trembled, and the thunder exploded.

"cut!"

A red light flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes, and the entire artistic conception of the sea of ​​blood gathered on the magic sword. With Zhang Jing's low roar, the sword slashed out.

The terrifying edge that grew more than a hundred feet long, the terrifying power of the carrier confronted the Buddha's palm.

"boom!!!"

With one blow, the void seemed to have stopped, and there was silence. The blade and the Buddha's palm were still fighting each other, and it seemed that there was no winner.

The next moment,

The void within a thousand meters seemed to be destroyed by the collision. There were only two colors in the entire void, one was Buddha light and the other was blood light, just like the battle between Buddha and demons.

"Bang!"

Zhang Jing's blade was broken under the Buddha's palm, and the power of heaven and earth was blessed. Zhang Jing's artistic conception was no match for him at all, and he could be said to have a significant increase in the Buddha's palm.

The Buddha's palm is still suppressing, carrying the terrifying momentum of heaven and earth.

Han Qianshu stared at Zhang Jing tightly, wanting to see what countermeasures he had.

Even at this point, Han Qianshu still felt that Zhang Jing had a backhand and a counterattack. This was the confidence he had involuntarily developed over the years of contact.

Zhang Jing's face was neither sad nor happy. The scales appeared in his hand, and his palms instantly became thicker, but under the cover of the rich blood light, others could not see clearly.

"break!!!"

Zhang Jing's low roar exploded, and the blood in his body was mobilized and condensed into a point.

A fist force of dozens of feet large was blown out.

"Bang~"

The fist and palm clashed, and a loud loud noise echoed, and both of them were destroyed in the battle in the void.

The aftermath of the explosion spread a hundred miles away before gradually dissipating. There was even a mountain that shattered directly during the aftermath diffused.

With one blow, the right and wrong judgment will be made!

Zhang Jing was at a disadvantage because he made two moves, but Sanzang just looked at this scene lightly.

However, Zhang Jing's heart is as clear as a mirror. This move is the strongest blow that the San Cang Institute can burst out. The purpose is to find a way out and let him mobilize the power of heaven and earth again. It is almost impossible, unless he ignores his injuries.

This time, Zhang Jing was placed in a small way.

In fact, this is not Zhang Jing’s true strength. As long as Zhang Jing transforms into a real dragon, or even just transforms into a half-dragon body, Zhang Jing will never be able to use the second move.

But, he can't use it.

"Governor Zhang, I've given up... Although I have a little advantage in this attack, the Governor finally blocked it. It's better... Lingshan will withdraw from the other two palaces within three days."

The monk Sanzang clasped his hands together and nodded slightly.

It seems to be really humble.

"The Venerable is extremely powerful. Since the Venerable has made a move, I will also make a return gift... The Venerable has taken it!"

After Zhang Jing said that, regardless of whether the three burials agreed or not, the artistic conception of his own blood sea unfolded, and within a thousand meters was a sea of ​​corpses and blood. Zhang Jing stood in the middle of the blood sea, and a huge figure gradually condensed stood behind Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing is preparing to use the methods he used when he fought with the Sword Emperor in the last fight.

Looking at Zhang Jing's reaction, Sanzang narrowed his eyes and thought to himself that Zhang Jing is really worthy of his reputation and will not suffer any loss.

With his hands folded, a huge golden bell covered Sanzang's body.

This huge clock is dozens of feet in size, with mysterious patterns constantly flashing, just like the Lingshan bell that rang nine bells before.

The artistic conception of the sea of ​​blood was distorted, and all the power continued to gather towards the phantom of the magic sword in the hand of the stone statue. A trace of blood-colored patterns flashed, and the aura of blood-death and tyrannical dissipated.

All the energy of heaven and earth within ten thousand meters flows into the real body.

Zhang Jing cannot mobilize the power of heaven and earth, but within a certain range, the vitality of heaven and earth is still driven by arms.

Zhang Jing raised the knife in his body, and the self-image also raised the knife.

The next moment,

Zhang Jing swung his sword and slashed it out.

The terrifying sword light seemed to be about to kill the sky and destroy the earth, and the entire void seemed to have been cut open, and the airflow was reversed.

"Dong!!!"

An unprecedented bell sounded. At this moment, the huge bell sound could be clearly heard in the mansion where Lingshan was located. Those who didn't know thought that something big happened in Lingshan.

At the same time, I was surprised that the bells of Lingshan could actually spread throughout the land of a mansion. In the southwest, it was a land of a country.

What they didn't know was that what Lingshan encountered was actually a big battle.

Sanzang, who was under the golden bell cover, let out a muffled groan, his face flushed instantly, and his chest was flushed.
To be continued...