Zhan Changfeng traveled through the vast mountains and fields, the clouds dispersed and the leaves moved, and a ray of light fell in front of them.
A person jumped up from the towering tree, with slender limbs and bright eyes, "You are King Linyao. My name is An Qu, and I am Andeng's senior brother. I heard that you and my junior brother were the last to fight on the battlefield of Immortal Slaughter. My junior brother was killed." How are you doing!"
Andeng, isn't he the one possessed by Bai Ze Cannian?
"Fellow Taoist, I heard it from the monk who entered the treasure hall that day. You should know that Andeng has been possessed by residual thoughts, not what I did to him."
An Qu's expression was dull. He had obviously expected the result, but his mood was still hard to calm down. He said sadly and angrily, "If you kill Can Nian, you are killing my junior brother. I know it is excusable but cannot forgive me. I invite you to fight today, regardless of victory or defeat. A write-off.”
On the cloud platform, Xi Pu's eyes were sinister. He knew that An Qu was inquiring about Andeng, so he told An Qu about the treasure palace.
That time, his luck was devoured by Xue Mantou, causing a bloody disaster. Everything went wrong after that. How come she didn't have anything wrong at all, and made it all the way to the fourth trial!
Oh, An Qu is the most powerful Ling Jian, enough for her to drink a pot.
Zhan Changfeng sensed that An Qu had murderous intentions, but there was nothing to avoid, "Then as fellow Taoist wishes, after this battle, we will have nothing to do with each other."
An Qu followed the Xuanjing Dao in the Immortal Path. People in this path used martial arts as their method and heavily forged their bodies. He didn't hold back his hands. He came up and summoned a large Xuanjing light wheel with a stroke of his hands.
This is a core Taoist technique of Xuanjing Tao. As soon as it is released, countless vitality of heaven and earth pour into it. The "dharma" within a radius of ten miles seems to be drained, making people feel like they are locked in a cage that is isolated from the avenue.
This kind of Taoism interferes with the mind of the divine way, and also suppresses the Dharma cultivator's ability to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth. Zhan Changfeng is deeply restricted, but she has a sea of Qi and contains a huge amount of the five elements of energy in her body, so she will not be able to meet her face to face. He was pressed down and beaten.
She raised her cane and turned the power of the earth's veins into a sword, attacking the Xuanjing Great Light Wheel that An Qu whipped out.
An Qu's arms shook, and his eyes stared at the Qi sword on the big light wheel in astonishment. His face changed slightly. What sect did this man come from, and he unexpectedly touched the power of the earth's veins on the floating island here!
When the power of the earth's veins stabbed at him, he seemed to be rejected by the entire island and almost collapsed and flew out.
Zhan Changfeng was about to break his halo, pressing forward step by step. The power of the earth was sometimes like a wall, sometimes like a sword, blocking his attack, weakening his momentum, and knocking him away ten feet.
An Qu stabilized his body and looked at Zhan Changfeng, who was standing unmoving, with fighting spirit in his eyes. He suddenly jumped into the sky, and his body and the light wheel in his hand merged into one, and the light covered the ground for thousands of miles!
"With your power to control the earth's veins, I will chop it into pieces!" This wheel of light flew down, the vitality of the world was eliminated, the ancient trees turned into dust, the earth cracked, and the rolled up air swept wildly across the fields, making the world dark.
Zhan Changfeng has been able to sense the power of earth veins long ago, but this method of controlling the power of earth veins in one place or another at will has been slowly explored over the past few decades and is not very mature yet, so that he can use this method to attack down, blocking her control over the power of the earth.
As the light wheel approaches, Zhan Changfeng opens the Void God Realm to engulf the incoming power. At the same time, his will turns into a sword and stabs out in a stream of swords.
An Qu couldn't see the power of will, but his scalp was numb, as if he was being targeted by something evil. He subconsciously put up a defense, but he failed to prevent the will attack that penetrated Zifu.
"Ah!" It was as if thousands of swords were being twisted into his head. An Qu's eyes were red, and he hurriedly used his soul to block them.
Taking advantage of the disappearance of Xuanjing's great light wheel, Zhan Changfeng unleashed his will of destruction and chopped it down from the air with one blow.
An Qu vomited out a few mouthfuls of blood, his heart was in turmoil, he moved his mouth, and said helplessly, "I lost."
"Does this mean you lose?"
"The fight started but ended, how could An Qu lose with his Taoxing!"
The eliminated people on the cloud platform were not happy at all, but the venerable powerful people on the balcony saw some tricks. This guy has special methods that are hard to guard against.
The battle between Zhan Changfeng and An Qu also attracted the attention of some monks on the island. However, when they saw An Qu's failure, their expressions turned ugly. The man they thought was the weakest turned out to be a tough opponent.
Zhan Changfeng watched An Qu being sent away by the power of heaven. He glanced at the "spectators" around him and saw that none of them came forward, so he continued to challenge Feng Zhutian.
At this time, Feng Zhutian and Holy Son Ji Tang stood opposite each other, their riotous aura making their robes flutter. Not far away from them, Fatong was already fighting with the Fenghuo King, and beside him were Ji Chaoyue and Qian Yuan. Tianjun and others watched the battle.
There is a lotus platform at the feet of Fatong, wearing a purple gold cassock and holding a Zen staff. His expression is peaceful, but the Sanskrit sounds coming out of his mouth are vast and powerful, washing away the evil spirit of the Beacon Fire King.
The Beacon Fire King was born with an evil body. As his name suggests, he emerged from wars one after another, and he also cultivated the power of blood evil poured out by tens of millions of lives.
His temples were bulging, and he punched out, and the blood evil force turned into fierce tigers, pushing towards Fatong against the Sanskrit sound.
The Sanskrit sound weakened under his powerful blood evil energy, and he laughed, "I am the biggest evil star in the world, even the Buddha can't stop me!"
"Amitabha." Fatong picked up a lotus and waved it towards the Beacon Fire King. The petals flew away one by one, and each one was a Buddha's kingdom. The endless Buddha power trapped the Beacon Fire King, and the Sanskrit sound was moving.
The onlookers were all wary. This monk's Buddhist power was so profound. If it were him, he might have saved him.
Think about what it would be like to convert to Buddhism... Tsk.
The King of Beacon Fire is worthy of being born with an evil body. Although he is trapped, he is not affected by the Buddha's power at all. In the eyes of Buddhism and Taoism, this person is also a demon when he turns around, which is very difficult to deal with.
"How can you trap me!" The Beacon Fire King sacrificed his own magic weapon, the Red Star Sword, and slashed it, as if a star made of blood evil descended from the sky, and there was a bloody storm of howling ghosts and wolves.
Buddha's power got contaminated by it and was instantly contaminated.
Fa Tong couldn't take back the contaminated Buddha power, so he decisively took out his Zen staff and resisted the knife.
The Beacon Fire King had a cold look in his eyes, and he bullied him with a sword. He fought hundreds of moves back and forth without giving in at all.
Prince Hengdao, who was sitting cross-legged on a tree branch, said, "The Beacon Fire King has entered the third trial. If you beat him, it will be regarded as a successful replacement, right?"
"Monk Fatong is a disciple of the Buddha. It's hard to say whether he will win or lose." The prince thought of something interesting and said with a smile, "It would be interesting if Fatong lost. He might follow the King of Beacon Fire and chase him to save him. Woolen cloth."
Thinking about it, it is really possible. Buddhism has converted other disciples through fighting, not just once or twice. In the past, several direct descendants of the immortal and human ways were converted to become monks by them.
"My fellow Taoist, you are too violent and it is of no use to yourself and all sentient beings. Why don't you put down your butcher knife?"
"Ahem." The prince's throat was choked by the fruit pulp, and he really couldn't believe what he was saying.
Fatong pursed his lips and smiled kindly, and the golden light of merit shined through his body, making him extremely majestic.
"Bah!" The Beacon Fire King raised his sword and struck, creating a bloody storm and making the air thicker.
Fa Tong recited the scriptures, and the lotus flowers that incorporated the meaning of salvation bloomed one after another, and ghosts and gods had to give way when they saw it.
