"Wei..."
"Wei..."
"Wei..."
At this time, the golden armored warriors all stood up, drew out their golden swords, struck their golden armor on their chests with it, and roared loudly.
The clanging sound of gold and iron fills the sky, and the rolling evil energy and blood intertwine. The divine bird in the sky becomes more solid and divine. The divine bird is similar to the golden-winged aquila, but even more divine. It is somewhat similar to the legendary golden-winged roc. The charm.
The next moment, the golden-winged roc spread its wings and landed at the feet of the shadow.
The momentum of the phantom becomes more and more terrifying, the pressure becomes more powerful, and it carries endless ferocity and killing power.
However, under the pressure, Ye Qing remained unmoved.
Seeing this, the man couldn't help but frowned and looked at the dozen monks standing aside.
The monks stood up and took a prayer wheel from their waists. While turning the prayer wheel, they chanted Buddhist sutras. As the sound of chanting rang out, the tattoos on the monks seemed to come alive, with strange rhythms filling the air and a shadowy atmosphere. Amidst all the evil, the light of the Buddha shines.
The Buddha's light merges into the body of the phantom in the air, and the phantom becomes more terrifying and ferocious, yet amidst the ferociousness, it does not lose its domineering grandeur.
"Bama hum..."
"Bama hum..."
"Bama hum..."
The virtual shadow uttered a Buddhist mantra, and every word sounded and every sound was like the roar of gods and demons, the roar of immortals and Buddhas.
"puff……"
The old man in the snow mountain couldn't bear it, his mind was shaken, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and more blood flowed out between his eyes and ears, his expression was bleak.
Seeing this, Ye Qing slightly bent his index finger and tapped it down. Ripples spread out silently, dispelling the pressure on the old man in the snow mountain.
The old man in the snow mountain only felt a gentle breeze blowing by. The pressure like the sea and the flood, and the Buddhist mantra that shocked the mind, disappeared like snowflakes and dust.
"Thank you sir for saving me!"
The old man from the Snow Mountain thanked Ye Qing and looked at the man on the Golden-winged Sky Eagle with fear.
He had no doubt that if Ye Qing hadn't come to the rescue, in a few breaths, those Buddhist mantras would have killed his soul consciousness.
"Bama hum..."
"Bama hum..."
"Bama hum..."
Seeing that Ye Qing was still safe and sound, the man also began to recite the Buddhist mantra. The man's voice overlapped and merged with the voice of the shadow in the air. The shadow's body was filled with Buddha light, and all the demons and monsters under his feet roared, turning from virtual to real, and rushed to run. Sweeping towards Ye Qing.
In the process of running towards Ye Qing, all kinds of demons and monsters squeezed, piled up, and merged to form a terrifying monster with nine heads and thirty-six arms.
This monster is not real, but it is not illusory, but a projection that the man uses his spiritual power to inspire the existence in the dark.
Therefore, although it is only a projection, it is terrifyingly powerful.
In the blink of an eye, the monster rushed in front of Ye Qing, with its eighteen arms raised and its eighteen arms lowered, like a flower with its stems in full bloom, slaying evil spirits and slaying demons, and attacked.
"Certainly……"
Ye Qing's expression remained unchanged, his Ding Yuan hammer fist was full of energy, and he could bend his finger by half an inch, as if he was holding the universe in place.
The monster halfway through the attack suddenly stood still.
"Bama hum..."
"Bama hum..."
"Bama hum..."
Upon seeing this, a look of shock and anger appeared on the man's arrogant and indifferent face, his eyebrows cracked, and a vertical eye appeared.
Those eyes were pale and pupilless, just like the eyes of a dead person, but those eyes were filled with endless Buddha nature and terrifying power.
As he opened his vertical eyes, the pale Buddha flames filled the air and spread out, annihilating the golden-armored warriors and monks in the blink of an eye.
However, those pale Buddhist flames did not seem to have any warmth or damage. After annihilating the golden-armored warriors and monks, not only did they not damage them at all, but their momentum increased steadily.
The voices of the man and the shadow reciting Buddhist mantras became louder and more terrifying.
Not only that, the pale Buddhist flames also spread towards Ye Qing.
Although the pale Buddha flames did no harm to the golden-armored warriors and monks, Ye Qing felt an evil and threat from the pale Buddha flames.
He had a premonition that something bad would happen if he was infected with the Pale Buddha Flame.
"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"
A cold light flashed in Ye Qing's eyes, and he bent his fingers and tapped them suddenly.
The pointing finger points to the yuan, and the falling finger breaks the yuan.
The fist is like a knife, powerful enough to crush the heavenly element.
"boom……"
The fist intention swept across, and the nine-headed and thirty-six-armed monster that bore the brunt silently turned into nothingness, and the pale Buddha flames were all annihilated.
What's even more frightening is that after the fist shattered the monster and annihilated the Buddha's flame, not only did it not become weaker, but it became bigger and more blazing like a wave in the wind.
The fist intention is like the sky, destroying all directions.
The wind passed, the clouds dispersed, and even the thick ice layer on the Ten Thousand Buddhas Plain began to shatter inch by inch.
"Peng King Brahma..."
Before the punch came, the man felt a fatal crisis. He suddenly clasped his hands together and bowed three times.
"As soon as I bow to all the Buddhas, they will appear..."
After bowing down, behind the shadow, Buddhas appeared as numerous as the number of sands in the Ganges River.
"Second worship, heaven and earth tremble..."
After bowing again, all the Buddhas bowed down, the heaven and earth trembled, and all things withered.
"Three obeisances to the gods and demons..."
After three bows, the heaven and earth seemed to be extinguished, and the gods and demons seemed to have lost their souls.
"Buzz..."
Under the collision of invisible forces, there was no sound in all directions, but there was a bright light that was dazzling. The light suddenly appeared and then disappeared, and the sky and the earth suddenly brightened and darkened.
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The light and darkness are uncertain, arising and dying, and the ten thousand Buddhas reflected in the background are like dreams and illusions, not like the human world.
A moment of dream in the sky, three hundred years of vicissitudes of life on earth.
The colorful dream on the Ten Thousand Buddhas Plain only lasted for a moment, and what followed was death and destruction.
The heaven and earth were in chaos, all Buddhas fell, and the phantom of Brahma, King of Peng, also fell into chaos and died invisible.
And in an instant...
The man looked miserable and his breath was confused;
The monk's sutra tube was broken and his seven orifices were bleeding;
The golden-armored warrior screamed repeatedly and collapsed to the ground.
"Ahem..."
The man coughed, and every time he coughed, his face and skin color became golden and bright, and golden light enveloped his body. On the golden face and skin, black tattoos appeared one after another. The man's breath not only did not appear sluggish, but became more and more... horrible.
"You are qualified to die at the hands of my king, Jinpeng Moyun, remember this." The man, or Jinpeng Moyun, didn't care at all about the life and death of those golden-armored warriors and monks, looking down at Ye Qing like an ant.
"Sorry, I don't have the habit of remembering the names of dead people." Ye Qing looked indifferent and walked forward.
It seems to be a simple matter of lifting your feet, lowering them, taking steps, and moving forward.
However, when it fell into Jinpeng Moyun's eyes, his expression became solemn, and became more and more solemn.
Every step the opponent takes is like stepping on the veins of mountains and rivers, and the mountains are rhythmic.
Every step that falls seems to move the energy of heaven and earth, causing the earth to tremble.
In the eyes of others, Ye Qing is just a person, like strolling in a garden;
But in Jinpeng Moyun's eyes, Ye Qing is the mountains and the earth.
Tall as mountains, as thick as the earth.
As Ye Qing moved forward and fell step by step, Jin Peng Moyun felt a sense of insignificance and weakness in his heart, unable to make a move and did not dare to do so.
There is no way to start because the opponent's Qi is flawless and thick without peaks. It's a mountain, it's the earth.
The mountains are majestic and indestructible, and the earth is thick and unshakable.
Indestructible, unshakable, that is, impossible to attack.
Because I have no way to start, I can't do it, and I don't dare to do it.
Even the powerful and proud golden-winged eagle bowed his head and trembled.
