Chapter 1017

"Who else will fight me?"

The words of pride came out, and Jie looked at the Tianjiao around him, as if he were invincible.

The space was suddenly quiet, and many people's eyes began to flicker, hesitant, wondering whether to challenge Jie.

If they do not challenge, it means that they are afraid of Jie, and they boast of genius, but they have a cowardly heart because of the first World War, which will have an impact on the heart of Tao.

But if it is a war, if it is defeated, what will be the consequences?

Unpredictable.

"Wait a minute. In the end, only three people will be taken. Don't be in a hurry." Some people whispered that there was no need to challenge the strongest Tianjiao to prove themselves at the beginning. As long as they were strong enough, they would meet in the end. If they couldn't even beat others, let alone fight Jie.

"I've heard that Ximen Shengyin Buddha has profound Buddhism. After only three or four years, I understand three thousand Buddhist scriptures. It's a blockbuster. I want to learn one or two." At this time, a white robed figure could not come to the stage where he was, and said politely.

"Thank you, benefactor." Can't show a kind smile: "little monk is just a grain of dust among all sentient beings. The Dharma is boundless. How dare you talk about profundity."

"The holy sound of the West heaven is the holy land of Buddhism in Tianxuan continent. Since the master is the Buddhist son of the holy sound of the west gate, he naturally deserves the word high and deep." The young man in white waved his hand and said in a tone of admiration, without a trace of fighting, as if he were just chatting with him.

"Three or four years." Qin Xuan's eyes flickered. He came to the demon wasteland for about three or four years. It seems that he can't. After the Beidou selection, he also left Beidou mansion and went to Xitian Shengyin.

Among the crowd, Beize Tianpeng and Yang Yunhui couldn't look at their battle platform. There were several figures standing beside them, impressively Beidou Xingjun and several other disciples.

"I didn't expect this son to be so extraordinary. He was out of sight." The Big Dipper sighed. In those years, he only noticed Qin Xuan, but ignored many people. For example, Mo Lishang, who is only the third in the Big Dipper list, has now become the Holy Son of the snow and ice temple and the Buddhist son of the holy sound of the West sky. His identity is different.

Not only him, but also Yang Yunhui and Beize Tianpeng have similar feelings. Different life experiences will lead to unimaginable changes in their final achievements.

"Although you are inferior to him, you don't need to belittle yourself. As long as you are strong enough, you can also be respected by others." The Big Dipper looked at the two men solemnly.

"I understand." They both nodded. They came to the holy tomb battlefield to improve their own strength. Everything else has nothing to do with them.

"I'm the falling wild goose fairy palace, wild goose smoke and cloud. Master, I've learned it." The young man in white hugged boxing, and then his breath suddenly became strong and sharp. His fingers moved forward, and the aura in the space gathered at one point. He turned into a fairy goose and couldn't fly away.

Fairy geese flew through the void, and fairy lights fell down. At the place covered, the aura in the air could not flow, as if it had been controlled.

"Luoyan fairy palace is good at controlling. It can not only control the body of the warrior, but also control the Reiki between heaven and earth, so that the Reiki can not be absorbed into the body, but also lock the body of the warrior and can only be attacked by the other side."

No, the Buddha's light in your eyes is shining. It seems to contain strong Buddhist power. Once you sweep it, the bright Buddha's light blooms and collides with the invisible control power.

In an instant, the incomparable splendor of Buddhism and Taoism spread all over the void, as if to purify everything and eliminate the control. The aura was as normal as before and could not flow into his body. He stood calmly and calmly like a supreme god Buddha.

Yan Yanyun's look changed slightly, and his palms beat out continuously. The palmprints appeared over his head and suppressed. The space seemed to be turned into his field, dominated by his will. His body was in the center of the space, and the palmprints fell down, trying to bury his body.

The heart of the onlookers could not help but tighten. The Buddha of Simon Shengyin was defeated in this way?

The bright and dazzling Buddha light blooms out, but the Buddha light shines boundlessly on the body, just like the immortal golden body. Around the body, a virtual shadow of an ancient Buddha appears, all of them have Buddha light, their hands folded, but their looks are different, as if they are the supreme Buddha of Ximen, which is unfathomable.

The palmprint fell, and the roaring sound came out one after another. The virtual shadows of ancient Buddhas were blooming with thousands of golden lights, but they were still as motionless as mountains, and even cracks did not appear. They couldn't stand in the center of Buddhas, like the stars and the moon. They looked calm and unaffected.

"Immortal gold body?" A look of shock flashed in many people's eyes. It is said that there are three thousand Buddha dharmas, among which there is a powerful Buddha Dharma. After cultivation, you can cast an immortal golden body. You can still stand still when thousands of attacks come. You can even bear the disaster of thunder. You can never die and be powerful for a lifetime.

No, what was released just now, is it that kind of magic power?

The palm retracted, and a look of admiration appeared on Yan Yanyun's face. His body slowly fell on the battle platform. He couldn't hold his fist and said, "master, as expected, the Dharma is profound. I admire you."

"Yes." Can not nod slightly, not sad or happy.

Then yanyanyun stepped down from the battle platform, natural and unrestrained, and did not show a decadent look because of the defeat.

Many people couldn't help looking at Yan Yanyun more. The world said that the disciples of Luoyan fairy palace didn't like fighting. They acted openly and upright. They said they were righteous. As soon as they saw it today, it was true.

"Morsen in the demon temple, I'm here to learn the Buddha Dharma of the master!" A proud voice came.

I saw a figure rush onto the battle platform like a ghost, surrounded by a strong magic spirit. This is a man in black. His long black hair dances with the wind, and there is a bit of magic luster on his long hair, which is fascinating, like a demon head, which makes people feel a little terrible.

"Can't magic openly provoke the Dharma?" Someone suddenly showed a wonderful look and couldn't help being curious.

The same is true for others. The devil temple is recognized as the strongest force of the devil way, while the voice of the West sky is the strongest of Buddhism. The collision between disciples is really interesting.

"Please." Unable to reach out and make a gesture of invitation, he was still calm as usual.

"Among the younger generation of the devil hall, the devil has the highest talent and is awarded the son of God, followed by the flow of morsen. Just now, even the wild goose smoke and cloud from Luoyan fairy palace have been defeated. Morsen is likely to be defeated if he goes to war." Someone shook his head and said, obviously not optimistic about Morson.

Hearing the sound of discussion from around, morsen's face was a little cold. The magic light in his eyes was rampant and became even colder. It was like a demon God coming to the world, with incomparable dignity.