The Buddha's voice is so vast that all the people in Luotian hear it:
"There are evil officials acting against heaven today."
"In the name of Lingshan Buddha, I call all cultivators from all over the world to fight against him. I will capture this official alive and grant him the status of Buddha. I will kill this official and reward the Buddhist method of transforming into gods."
"If you are trying to protect me, you are an enemy of the Buddha. You will fight to the ends of the earth and to the ends of the earth until death!"
As soon as the edict came out.
The nine heavens and ten places fell into turmoil in an instant. Many old monsters hiding in the dark had dark eyes and were ready to make moves. This was the promise of the God-incarnation Buddha, which was worth a thousand dollars.
"For this person, the real disaster has just begun."
"That's the magic of transformation!"
"The method of transforming into gods is a stepping stone to advance to the stage of transforming into gods. Although the shackles have been broken, without the method of transforming into gods, you are desperate. A clever woman cannot make a meal without rice."
"only…"
"This person has the courage to openly oppose the three Buddhas of Lingshan. He is definitely not an ordinary person."
"Are you afraid?"
"The brave will be starved to death, and the timid will be starved to death."
"Instead of holding on to regrets and dying without a cure, it is better to take a leap, fight for that glimmer of life, and become a god. That is when the sky is high and birds can fly, and the sea is wide and fish can jump!"
"Yes."
"Wealth and wealth are found in danger. I have been at the peak of killing mortals for more than ten thousand years. I have used a lot of heavenly materials and earthly treasures to extend my life. My longevity blood has declined. If I don't fight, I can only wait for death."
"Ancestor, there are more and more eyes spying on Shiwandashan. We..."
"Just wait and see what happens."
“…”
Chen Yi also noticed the malicious intent that was coming from all directions, either concealed or blatant. He couldn't help but frown and said to himself: "Are you so cautious?"
If you rely on your identity and refuse to do it yourself?
wrong.
How can there be so many giants in the world who think highly of themselves? The reason why a giant can become a giant is not only his talent and heart shape, but more importantly, he is careful enough.
When a lion fights a rabbit, he must use all his strength.
Such a simple truth can be understood by a three-year-old naughty boy, let alone a majestic Buddha?
The strength shown by Chen Yi is comparable to the transformation of gods. He is fully qualified to be an opponent of the same level as the three Buddhas of Lingshan and be valued by the three Buddhas. Therefore, this is...
Test!
The game between giants often involves trying again and again to find the opponent's flaws, and then looking for the opportunity to kill with one blow.
The previous ones are all imaginary, all paving the way for the final real killing move.
Only that one is reality.
pity.
Most monks couldn't see through this and became cannon fodder in vain.
"Roar!"
"No matter what, it's better to strike first. The Buddhahood belongs to me!"
With a thundering roar, the one who struck first was actually a member of the demon clan, a silver-backed tiger with an eye. He sacrificed his life treasure and headed straight towards Chen Yi Huagai Town.
A big bloody cauldron was flying across the sky, with strands of blood hanging down from its four legs.
As if a battle horn was sounded, in an instant, one after another ancient beings were driven by desire and lost their minds, trying to compete for this ethereal opportunity to become a god.
to be honest.
This was a huge gamble. The bet was that so many people would swarm him. No matter how powerful Chen Yi was, he would not be able to kill them all in a short time.
There will always be times when he runs out of mana, and a round of battle will consume him to death.
As long as someone takes the lead, other monks will be unable to restrain themselves, fearing that they will be taken advantage of, and a winner will always be born. Why can't that person be you?
A monk's life is basically a gamble with the sky. How many people are born with their backs on the green mountains? If you have no branches to rely on and dare not gamble, you will never have a chance to turn around.
However, they have forgotten that nine times out of ten they will lose, and the dealer will always take it all. They could win before because God did not want to win, but now, Chen Yi cannot lose.
"He is truly a hero in the world, like a crucian carp crossing a river..."
Looking at the approaching crimson Pilian from a distance, Chen Yi smiled softly, but the sword in his hand began to make a clanging sound, and then, the sword gleamed with thousands of lights, soaring upward.
"Qiang!"
The sword light cuts through eternity.
The Nihai Sword appeared again, illuminating the Nine Heavens Tower. At the same time, the bloody cauldron vibrated, crushed the sky, penetrated thousands of miles of galaxies, and fell towards him.
"boom!"
The two collided, and the latter flew directly backwards. The sword energy became stronger and stronger. The sonorous sound seemed to shake the time and space of eternity, and all the people in Luotian were trembling.
The next second.
All kinds of magical powers came at once, and the colorful rays of law contrasted sharply with the silver-white sword energy. In an instant, even the void was distorted.
The dazzling brilliant light shrouded the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.
In a trance.
Everyone who did not participate in the battle only saw a vague figure, standing in the terrifying waves of overwhelming waves, remaining motionless despite the strong winds and waves.
The young swordsman who had just been born and was already among the best in the world held a three-foot green sword horizontally. Wherever the sword pointed and the light of the sword struck, ancient creatures continued to die.
Just like his sudden emergence.
He has risen from a humble beginning that no one knows about, and has fought fiercely all the way. He has been able to compete with the unrivaled geniuses and invincible giants of the same generation or across the entire world with ease.
That night.
The Nihai Sword flashed with sword energy crazily, and various magical weapons rose and fell, erupting in shocking fluctuations. Blood fell like rain, and the unwilling roar resounded through the sky.
Beyond the barren mountains.
Countless voids and small worlds were shattered and shattered by the boundless sword energy. With one sword rising, it cut down the sky and the earth. With one falling sword, mountains of corpses and seas of blood were laid, and all souls lay dormant.
A battle today.
Countless ethnic groups that have been inherited for thousands of years are destined to be exterminated, and they will pay an extremely heavy and irreparable price for their greed.
The eye-catching white tiger who was the first to strike had distinguished himself from the world by killing. His great cauldron, made from the blood of common people, was the most valuable weapon in the attack.
rumor.
There is a wisp of acquired golden energy in his cauldron, which is invincible and indestructible. It is so powerful that it can even smash some acquired ways to pieces.
He once used this cauldron to hunt down some weak gods, and used the divine blood to sublimate the cauldron. During those years, the entire Shiwan Mountain was his hunting ground.
But.
Such a terrifying treasure tripod was now covered with cracks, and fragments were constantly scattered. Then it was chopped into pieces by a sword, and the owner of the tripod also disappeared.
Because their opponents were more terrifying than them. The sword light, which only advanced but never retreated, only attacked and never defended, suppressed the attack, leaving them unable to fight back.
Chen Changgeng.
In the name of Chang Geng, Venus comes to the world, the master of killing, a sword comes from the east, and all methods return to the clan!
"Buzz!"
The remaining bloody light overflowed and penetrated the vast void, becoming the final swan song of this treasure tripod and this monster king, mourning the dead in this battle.
As for the young swordsman who really killed the world into a pile of heads.
He stepped on the bones that paved the road, walked step by step, pushed aside all incoming enemies, and fought alone until the group of enemies were frightened, and he fought until the long night was silent.
The end.
Laughing happily.
"No blood can be seen on the blade of the sword, and corpses are everywhere in the roaring sound."
"Look at all the heroes in the world, they're just mediocre!"
