But when he exchanged his opponent with Sanzang, Venerable Guangming couldn't speak out.

He also wants some facial hair.

At the same level of sainthood, he was suppressed so miserably by Bai Hong, and he was really losing his identity.

Similarly, Sword Emperor actually thought so, but he couldn't speak out.

The lord of Jian Pavilion and the leader of Jiandao, only has the power to protect himself and does not have the ability to fight back. If you ask for help, how can you do it in the future?

Now the Sword Emperor can only hope that Bai Hong is stronger and to deal with Guangming of Liuli Baosha as soon as possible, and then support him.

Bai Hong's nameless holy sword suddenly escaped and threw it into the void.

In the void, the holy sword suddenly became larger, and the thousand feet of heaven and earth seemed to be condensed into one. Just the sharpness that scattered out made Venerable Guangming feel very nervous.

Realizing that something was wrong, Venerable Guangming suddenly hid in the void and wanted to escape.

But no matter where he teleported, the aura was still firmly locked on him.

Having accumulated enough momentum, Bai Hong's sword finger suddenly pressed down:

"cut!"

The nameless Holy Sword fell down with a bang, trying to divide Venerable Guangming into two.

Feeling this extremely powerful terrifying power that could even kill him, Guangming didn't care about his face at this moment, and hurriedly raised the nine-ring tin staff in his hand and shouted:

"San burial to save me!!!"

Guangming's voice resounded throughout the world. Sanzang looked at it and saw that the nine-ring tin staff in Guangming's hand was directly cut off by the holy soldier, and Venerable Guangming seemed to have activated some secret technique.

His body suddenly teleported a hundred miles away, and his face looked very ugly.

"Om, well, um..."

The Buddha's true body with three heads and six arms opened his mouth and chanted it, and the Buddha's voices kept rushing towards Bai Hong. Sanzang had no time to attack the Sword Emperor and directly rushed towards Bai Hong.

Guangming cannot die, at least he cannot die now, otherwise he would not be able to stop the joining forces between Sword Emperor and Bai Hong.

When Venerable Guangming saw Sanzang taking action, he felt relieved, and at the same time, a trace of flesh pain flashed across his face. The nine-ring tin staff was a rare divine weapon, but unfortunately it was cut off by Bai Hong's sword.

The Sword Emperor was also very calm, and he was almost unable to hold on. Fortunately, Bai Hong showed his might and led the Three Burial away.

"Sky Sword!!!"

The Sword Emperor controlled the infinite sword energy and rushed towards Guangming with a bang.

He couldn't beat Sanzang, and Guangming still had some hope.

What's more, Guangming's magic weapon has been destroyed and its strength has been greatly reduced.

It made him more confident.

......

......

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The fierce battle above Lingshan was even more intense. The battle with more than ten powerful players was even more than tens of thousands of feet away. The movement caused by Bai Hong and Sanzang did not have to be small, or even larger.

The two old monks with haggard faces in Lingshan seemed to be in their second spring at this moment, and their combat power was approaching Xiao Jing. It seemed like they were desperate to fight.

In fact, they overdraw their few remaining vitality and burst into a variety of secret techniques to obtain such combat power. When the battle ends, they may die abruptly.

The return of life struggle caused Xiao Jing to encounter a lot of trouble. The two old monks seemed to want to pull him up before they died.

Lu Fengxian's opponent was the bearded man in a red cassock. The two of them were evenly matched, and every collision would cause great movement.

Lu Fengxian held the Fangtian Painted Ridge in his hand, like a demon coming to the world, and the bearded man held a Zen staff in his hand, like an arhat being furious.

Both of them were deeply immersed in the way of qi and blood, and the radius was covered with blood mist in a radius of nearly a thousand feet.

The remaining three Buddhist masters were controlling the Lingshan Formation and trying their best to resist the five major war soldiers.

The combat soldiers condensed with blood and blood were extremely lethal, especially the soldiers of the army shouted angrily, which made the combat soldiers increase their combat power out of thin air.

However, many ordinary soldiers who gathered warriors had turned pale at this moment. They had strong explosive power, but their endurance was not satisfactory.

But no one was dragging his legs, and they all gritted their teeth and persevered, crazily bombarding the formation of Lingshan.

This was an anxious battle, and thousands of monks in Lingshan had even fallen to the ground and died after bleeding from seven orifices.

Xiao Jing saw all this.

"town!!!"

Xiao Jing roared angrily, and the Qingshan Dharma Image suppressed an old monk with a bang, and he took this opportunity to use secret techniques to launch a life-threatening attack on another old monk.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After three consecutive attacks, Xiao Jing bombarded the old monk, but the old monk also took this opportunity to hit Xiao Jing's body, but Xiao Jing ignored it and printed the last blow on the old monk's head!

"Bang!!!"

The old monk burst into a blood mist, his soul flew away, trying to fight for his life and finally attacked him, but at this moment, an extreme sharp edge slashed directly from the old monk.

The soul is destroyed, and the body dies and the Tao disappears!

This attack was exactly what Lu Fengxian sent. It had already sent a message to Lu Fengxian before Xiao Jing decided to kill the old monk, so he had this accumulated attack.

A strange phenomenon appeared on a bloody rain, and Xiao Jing faced the bloody rain and rushed towards another old monk.

Now that he is the only one left, Xiao Jing is completely sure to kill him, and the victory is decided!

............

............

Zhang Jing stood in the void, and his divine thoughts were scattered, trying to find the body of the Buddha Lord of Saint Heart, but under the realm of the Saint Heart Realm, Zhang Jing's divine thought power dropped significantly.

"Amitabha......"

“Amitabha…”

“Ah…”

Suddenly, the heavens and earths are all filled with the sound of Buddha's voice, and the Sacred Heart Venerable seemed to be everywhere.

"Noisy!"

Zhang Jing's divine thoughts moved, and the human emperor bell rang out, wanting to suppress all these Buddha sounds.

But although the bell rings, it does not suppress the Buddha's voice. Instead, the two are integrated, making the Buddha's voice even more distant...

"Damn it, why can't you see it!!!"

"Is that the problem with the divine bell, or is it the great magical powers that the Holy Heart Buddha used?"

"It's a pity that we can't see through such a stunning war!"

Tens of thousands of miles away, regretful voice transmission flowed in the void.

"Sacred Heart Tribulation!"

It was like a whisper of a demon, which was faintly transmitted into Zhang Jing's ears.

Zhang Jing's pupils shrank, and the soul in Lingtaizhong seemed to be facing a great enemy. The sound of Buddha continued to spread into the Lingtai, as if he wanted to disintegrate the soul.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Zhang Jing's eyes turned cold, and the blood and blood all over his body were stirring. Dragon roars came from Zhang Jing's body, and black and mysterious scales grew from under Zhang Jing's skin.

In an instant, Zhang Jing was covered with scales, and the maddening sound of Buddha's voice was gradually blocked from the scales.

Two black dragon horns raised from both sides of Zhang Jing's forehead, emitting a faint faint light. Zhang Jing's eyes even grew bigger from the inside out.

Half-dragon body!

"Oh...human...demon?"

The Holy Heart Buddha's tone was a little surprised.

"Shemale, you***!"

Zhang Jing shouted softly, feeling the endless blood and blood all over his body, and suddenly punched in one direction.

"Bang!!!"

The void is cracked and twisted.

In the six months after Zhang Jing's independence, his realm cultivation has not only improved, but his body's qi and blood have been condensed again, which has brought the power of qi and blood to a small level again.

It is more powerful than before.

The Buddha of Saint Heart walked out from another direction and looked at Zhang Jing solemnly:

"How did Your Majesty discover me?"

"Want to know? I will tell you when you die."

Zhang Jing stepped on the steps, and the qi and blood were mobilized, and the momentum of heaven and earth was blessed, and suddenly rushed towards the Sacred Heart, but his body changed, he actually avoided this attack.

The terrifying fist force finally landed on a mountain a hundred miles away from Lingshan, smashing the entire mountain.
To be continued...