As soon as Fang La used the magic of the great shift of the universe, Chen Ang understood three points. There was no obscure secret in front of him. At this time, Fang La was like a living secret book, demonstrating all the mysteries of the great shift of the universe.

The mind is in nature, and the unity of man and nature. Chen Ang’s finger is like a wild geese walking on the snow mud, leaving traces without traces. The claws are still there, and the wild geese are no longer traces. The finger shadow is clearly visible, but the spirit is forgotten by both things and me, and assimilates between heaven and earth. Fang La’s rushing force hit the empty place with one palm. Even if the palms and fingers are intersecting, he only feels that the empty face is not under force. This finger is like an illusion.

Although there is infinite power, it hits a void. The void does not receive real power. The void wins great power. If the great shift of the universe is the peak of transformation, then Chen Ang’s move can be regarded as an exquisite response to the existence of existence. One of the two is the inexhaustible power, and the more the battle is the stronger, the other is the power of no leakage, and the emptiness does not accept the emptiness.

It is precisely when you meet the opponent, you will meet the good talent.

In the heavy rain, a strange scene was formed. Chen Ang's fingertips seemed to be empty, and raindrops fell all over his body, forming a funnel-shaped space on his fingertips, which attached to Chen Ang's body and gathered into two water dragons that spread down. The originally downward rainwater moved against his body.

Deng Yuanjue and others were moved.

With their eyesight, it can be seen that Chen Ang's whole body had disappeared without a trace, and was in a state of invisibility and unforce. Even the rain in the sky could not touch his power, and the great movement of the universe could not borrow any strength. This mind and martial arts were extremely unique.

The rain hit Fang La was like hitting a elastic colloid, changing the direction of the force, jumping and colliding, splashing out in a disorderly direction on the surface of his skin. The water droplets failed to leave any trace on the skin. Countless tiny forces were transformed into a stream, hitting Chen Ang.

Soft overcomes hardness, emptiness over solidity, and not enough to surpass it. Chen Ang used the sense of emptiness of the Force to empower his spirit and energy to respond to the reality with emptiness. Although it was difficult to take the initiative, he responded very easily to the great shift of the universe. It was probably because there was nowhere to borrow power. Although Fang La's sharp palm techniques and mysterious moves, he had a sense of emptiness without any place to focus.

Every move and every move, with great force, all hit the space.

The Dharma Kings present at the Ming Cult all looked solemn. They had already overestimated Chen Ang's martial arts, but they did not expect that Chen Ang was ten times higher than their overestimated height. Fang La was reborn in just two days and his martial arts were improved beyond their imagination, but Chen Ang could still gain the upper hand.

If it weren't for what they saw with their own eyes, no one would have believed this kind of joke, but they were just clamoring for severe punishment and revenge, which was like a joke. Fang Jie's face was pale and his face was full of disbelief.

He finally understood that if Fang La had not resisted him, ten more people like him would have been Chen Ang's move. The revenge and blood hatred he mentioned before were even more like a joke. Chen Ang crushed with the general trend, the Ming Cult was already extremely dangerous, and the power to protect himself was not enough, so what should we do about prosecution?

When the Ming Cult fights against the court, the Ming Cult relies on the fact that the church has high martial arts skills and its elite is far better than the imperial army. Therefore, the local governments dare not act rashly and allow the Ming Cult to draw a large piece of land. However, it was not until Chen Ang came that they felt that the pressure of Mount Tai was pressing down on the top of Mount Tai, and the strength of strength had long been reversed.

Not to mention the lives of the vast number of grassroots religious believers, the lives of the vast number of grassroots religious believers alone are maintained in Chen Ang's thoughts. If one is not good, Mount Tai will pass by, and hundreds of thousands of believers will be destroyed, and their families will be destroyed. Even if there is a little power to fight back, it will be difficult to change the overall situation.

This is the life and death of the Ming Cult. Fang Jie's previous actions were like a newborn jackal provoking a lion. He didn't understand at all that the current situation was not what the Ming Cult wanted to deal with Chen Ang, but how Chen Ang dealt with the Ming Cult. Fang La's only hope was to defeat Chen Ang and maintain his only advantage over the court.

Fang Jie was immersed in the world. The Ming Cult's reputation and the power of killing officials to rebel. He didn't understand that the weak always gave the strong an explanation. Why should the strong explain so much to the weak? Only then would he attempt to provoke and be scolded by Fang La.

How could Fang Jie and others feel the heavy pressure of the survival of the Ming Cult and Fang La? Fang La was already a little anxious. Even if the universe was moving in a mysterious way, it would be difficult to shake Chen Ang. He tried his best, but it was just a match. The Ming Cult could not bear this ending.

He reached out and molded his hand, took two transparent and non-transparent tokens from his waist. The rain hit the token, and the flames flew faintly and the color changed. He twisted his body, and suddenly fell out in an extremely strange posture. The token seemed to turn into an extremely flexible venomous snake, hissing.

The originally open and upright palm technique suddenly changed to a sinister and weird body technique. The token was in Fang La's hand, like a twisted ball of light and shadow, combined with the exquisite force, wrapped around Chen Ang layer by layer.

The cold and fierce light and shadow are erratic, like the ghosts of the wind, strange and unpredictable. This originated from Persia's strange martial arts, which is very different from the common sense of the Central Plains. The magical powers on the Holy Fire Order are used to attack with vicious and vicious attacks.

Although this martial art was passed down to the Persian throne, it was not in line with the personality of the leaders of the Ming Cult throughout the Ming Dynasty, so its symbolic significance was greater than its essence. However, today Fang La was forced to the point of extreme silence by Chen Ang, and this martial art that was not in line with his personality had to take action.

But Fang La never expected that Chen Ang was familiar with the world's words. Even the Tadpole Heavenly Book and the Nine Rune were proficient, not to mention that it was just Persian. The martial arts of the Holy Fire Order were not concealed. As soon as he took it out, he could see it. With the secret book as a comparison, Chen Ang found out the tricks of the Holy Fire Order's martial arts.

The peak of this kind of side-left martial arts is powered by strangeness. If you meet a Central Plains master who is not familiar with Persian martial arts, you may suffer a loss, but if you meet Chen Ang, who is also proficient in this martial arts, you will be annoyed.

The way of martial arts is to overcome Yu Qi. Once Fang La's routine is understood, the situation falls under Chen Ang's control. A pair of fleshy palms spread out like a thousand Buddha lotus blooming, turning into palm prints all over the sky, closing the energy in the field.

The faces of the four Dharma kings who were watching the Ming Cult changed drastically. What appeared in Chen Ang's hands was the Great Transfer of the Universe, which they regarded as the magical power of the sect. This martial art has undergone a radical change in Chen Ang's hands. Except for some obvious shadows, it can actually be regarded as another martial art that is exactly the same.

Fang La stabilized his mind and devoted all his consciousness to the battle, not thinking about so many things, his body movements suddenly moved and retreated, and the holy fire in his hand made changes, but a force that was like a shadow following was transferring and dissolving his force. The two of them had the same force, just like two wonderful and shady balance masters, destroying each other's center of gravity.

Suddenly, the energy that Chen Ang triggered suddenly subsided, like a substantial true force, hitting the void. Fang La was puzzled and carefully protected his vital points. At the same time, the two forces tugged and wrapped around Chen Ang.

In the void, a piece of force suddenly burst out, deviating from Fang La's force. Chen Ang waved his hand and various strange force fields were generated in the void, and strange energy was influenced by Fang La's feeling.

It was like he was throwing himself into the net and hitting Chen Anbu's good aura. Fang La felt that Chen Ang had already seen through his martial arts skills, his internal strength was in reality, and his moves were specifically targeted. In the blink of an eye, he fell into Chen Ang's rhythm, and his body also stagnated. A little empty energy trapped Fang La.

Chen Ang pointed lightly and pointed it at Fang La. A complex force linkage blocked his actions, and several strange internal forces blocked the large acupoints all over his body.

Fang La could no longer maintain it. Even though the universe moved upside down the acupoints and dissolved the strange internal force, his face turned pale, he staggered back several steps, leaning weakly against the wall.

"Master!" Several Dharma Kings were anxious and rushed up quickly, surrounding Fang La's three sides, carefully guarding. While checking Fang La's injuries, Deng Yuanjue's internal force was exposed, but he felt that Fang La's body was in chaos, his internal force was not controlled, and he was in a violent conflict. If he was not careful, it caused Fang La's internal force to fight back.

Deng Yuanjue felt a mysterious internal force rushing towards him. He did not dare to resist, for fear of hurting Fang La and causing his injury. He allowed this force to drive straight in and use his internal force to slap it.

A bloody mouthful of blood came out of Deng Yuanjue's throat.

"Dharma King!" "Monk Deng!" The remaining senior officials of the Ming Cult supported Deng Yuanjue's shaking body and shouted anxiously.

"I'm fine!" After Deng Yuanjue vomited blood, the stuffy air in his chest was relieved.

"Not good!" A disciple of the Ming Cult rushed over and said hurriedly: "The officers and soldiers at the foot of the mountain attacked. They knew the terrain mechanisms on the mountain, and some people secretly responded and had already broken into the main hall."

"What?" Everyone in the Ming Cult was shocked. A shaking light had already lit up in the distance, and a shout of killing came.

Dozens of straw men appeared around them, surrounding Chen Ang. The backbone of the Five Elements Flag and the banner owner were tied to the side. The officers and soldiers in the distance held strong bows and crossbows, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner. With the help of the straw men, the Ming Cult members defeated the Ming Cults step by step.

In front of the Dharma Kings, Chen Ang blocked the way, and behind them, there were large troops attacking the mountains. They could not advance or retreat and were trapped in death.

"It seems that this game is a little better than me."

Chen Ang smiled with his hands behind his back, picked up the oil paper umbrella beside him and supported it on his head. Straws of water droplets fell down, falling into the puddle, making a crisp sound.

Fang La struggled to get up with a calm expression. He said to Chen Ang: "You are more skilled and have a clear idea of ​​victory or defeat. Today, our Ming Cult has suffered a great disaster, but current affairs are ups and downs, and we have regarded it as ordinary. The former algebra leader all died suddenly, and the Ming Cult has also been in danger of being buried."

"Our life and death are common, only the holy fire will not be extinguished, and the religion will not perish."
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