"Ant, what else do you have to say!"
Ruyi Tiannv looked at Ye Qing, cold and ruthless, like looking at an ant.
"Who are you?" Ye Qing looked at the person in front of him. Although her appearance was still that of a wishful goddess, her voice was exactly the same as the one that came out of the huge mouth before, and her breath was also very different.
Obviously, the stream of light pouring into the body of Ruyi Goddess was a ray of martial arts will, and this ray of martial arts will temporarily dominated the body of Ruyi Goddess.
"I am the leader of the Moro religion, the King of the Holy Dharma of Moro!"
The Ruyi Goddess, or the Holy Dharma King Mara said slowly, the energy stirred up the celestial phenomena, covering a radius of hundreds of miles, and transformed the Buddha's kingdom.
In the Buddhist kingdom, red flames billowed like the sea, dragons and snakes danced, and red lotuses fell.
In the sea of red flames, countless ferocious monsters were struggling and wailing, but they could neither survive nor die.
On top of the blossoming red lotus, there are thousands of people kneeling down, chanting the name of Holy King Mara, with pious expressions.
And above the sea of red flames, a man sat down, surrounded by immeasurable Buddha light. He held a glazed pagoda in his left hand, a red copper mace in his right hand, a dragon and snake on his shoulder, stars in his mouth, and the sun and moon in his eyes. The divine light is born, sacred and majestic.
That person is naturally the manifestation of the will of the Holy Dharma King Moro.
"Welcome to the Buddha's country of this deity, the Buddha's country of the Holy Dharma of Mora..."
The Holy King of Moro opened his arms, the martial arts will in the air lowered his head, his eyes dropped, and the martial arts pressure swept down like a river and ocean.
And in Ye Qing's feeling, the weight and pressure of this world were pouring down on him.
Because this Buddhist country is the domain of the Holy Dharma King Mara, and it is also his country.
As a saint, the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit are integrated into one, the body is integrated with the earth, the spirit is connected with heaven, and the mind is integrated with heaven and earth. He can not only induce changes in the celestial phenomena and use the power of heaven for his own use, but also condense his own martial arts will and spirit into the small world of heaven and earth. , said the martial arts field.
In the realm of martial arts, a saint is like the lord of the cave, the lord of a country, controlling everything, controlling everything from his heart, and his strength is doubled.
Of course, not all saints are qualified to condense the martial arts field. Only those who have reached a certain level of strength and have a certain understanding of martial arts principles, heavenly rules, etc. can they condense and form their own martial arts field. And some people with great powers and supernatural powers can go one step further and use the domain as the basis to condense the cave, open up the world, and form their own laws of heaven and law.
Only saints who understand and condense their own martial arts fields can be considered true saints, the kind who can defeat ten ordinary saints.
There is no doubt that the Holy King of Moro in front of him is a strong man who has condensed and understood the martial arts field. With just a wisp of martial arts will, he has manifested his martial arts field.
"Buddha Kingdom? Heavenly King?"
Ye Qing shook his body, and the yin and yang energy circulated, eliminating the pressure of the momentum. He said with a slight sarcasm: "With the soul of an innocent mortal to practice, is a person like you worthy of being called a Buddha or a king?"
He could see clearly that both the ferocious monsters in the sea of red flames and the devout believers chanting sutras on the red lotus were human souls, and it seemed that they did not die of old age, but were killed and extracted alive by the Holy King of Moro Dharma. income.
To put it bluntly, it is not much different from some demonic practices of extracting souls and refining souls, killing animals and taking souls!
"It is their honor to enter my Buddhist kingdom and grant them eternal life!"
Holy King Moro said indifferently: "And you will also become one of them."
The next moment, the monsters in the sea of fire and the believers on the red lotus all looked at Ye Qing, full of malice and murderous intent, as if they were real, setting off a sea of red flames and rushing towards Ye Qing.
"Haha...it depends on whether you have this ability!"
Ye Qing smiled faintly, clenched his fist like lifting a mountain, and his fist came down from the mountain.
"boom……"
The sea of red flames was knocked backwards by a punch, and the fist was full of force, shattering countless souls.
But the next moment, those souls were reborn from the sea of red flames, and they were even more powerful.
"In this Buddha's kingdom, they are immortal!"
Seeing this, the Holy Dharma King Moro smiled.
"They are immortal, but what about you!"
Ye Qing raised his eyebrows and smiled, bending his legs slightly. The ground beneath his feet sank a few feet, and then suddenly rose up. Ye Qing took advantage of the situation and rose up. He was in mid-air, punching out like a dragon.
Use the earth as a bow and fist as an arrow, and the arrow will fly out and shatter the sun and moon.
The fist intention, which contains the terror of destroying the world and shattering yin and yang, rolls out, moving forward indomitably, as if he wants to bring all the gods and Buddhas in the sky to nirvana with one punch.
"Arrogant..."
The Holy Dharma King Moro snorted coldly and waved the red copper mace in his hand.
As the copper mace was knocked down, fire and thunder fell from the sky in an endless torrent.
In the roar, the sea of fire shattered, the thunder dissipated, and the red copper mace hit Ye Qing's fist.
The mysterious light burst out, and Ye Qing's five fingers disintegrated and melted in an instant, while Ye Qing flew out and hit the ice field hard.
The ice sheet within a hundred feet shattered and collapsed.
"Haha... enough energy, come again!"
But immediately, a burst of laughter came from the broken ice. Before the sound could fall, Ye Qing was already rising into the sky at a faster speed than when he fell.
In the air, Ye Qing's five fingers have returned to their original state, and the mysterious light around him shines, slowly sinking into his body. His eyes turn black, like the sky, and his body turns yellow, like the earth.
"The True Body of the Earth Emperor"
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities..."
The Holy Dharma King Moro showed disdain, and red flames and thunder surged out of the red copper mace. The flames turned into nine-headed holy snakes, and the thunder condensed into eight flying dragons.
Dragons and snakes are circling along the copper mace. The copper mace becomes more sacred, solemn and powerful.
"boom"
The copper mace swung down, the dragon and the snake roared, as if the nine heavens were overturned.
However, this copper mace, which was several times more powerful than the previous one, collided with Ye Qing's fist. Ye Qing did not move at all, but the mace was shaken open, and the dragon and snake on the mace howled and shattered.
"Punch me again..."
Ye Qing laughed loudly, and instead of punching alone, both fists turned into strong winds and rain, and he swung forward.
Xuanhuang shines with endless power;
The flow of yin and yang brings about the mutual generation of true energy;
The soul is like the sea, and the fist is surging.
In the blink of an eye, strong winds filled the sky, and each ray of strong wind was like a punch. The strong wind formed by thousands of fists was so majestic that it destroyed the heaven and earth.
Blow by the strong wind, swallowed by the fist's intention, countless cracks gradually opened on the red copper mace, and finally shattered.
After that, the strong wind continued and the fist power continued.
The Holy Dharma King Moro was shocked, and thousands of rays of light fell from the glazed pagoda in his hand, covering his whole body.
Under the strong wind, the flowing light danced and made the sound of gold and jade.
"You are very good, you can actually break my holy king's golden mace!"
Within the stream of light, the Holy King Moro returned to his previous indifference and coldness: "But that's the end of it!"
"Yeah?"
Ye Qing kept punching out, and his punches became more powerful: "I think it's just the beginning now!"
The fist intention and the flowing light collided, just like rain hitting banana trees, making a continuous sound.
The tinkling sounds turned into strange Buddhist sounds, like crying, laughing, sad or joyful, disturbing people's minds, depressing their spirits, and strange and inexplicable.
