Zhang Qing looked at the red-black horned dragon roots, then looked at the ground, and finally set his sights on the demons and Buddhist cultivators.
Can't they see it?
It is like a mirror-like earth, with no substantial matter and no solid obstacles.
However, Zhang Qing saw the horned dragon root that was as black as ink, like a ghost, or a demon.
Two copies, or is one copy fake?
Under the red-black sky, the tree-like dragon root has gradually turned into a sacred vine, climbing upwards in the void.
But the one under my feet still looked like a tree, with tentacle-like branches sinking into the depths of the mirrored earth.
"The strength of Buddhism and demons should be comparable in this place where yin and yang meet."
Zhang Qing looked at the demons and Buddhist cultivators. There was only a numerical difference between the two sides. There was no absolute strength to crush them. Moreover, it seemed that both sides still had trump cards.
Amidst the deafening roar, the Buddha's light that imprisoned Zhang Qing also had cracks. The robbery star could no longer guarantee its own safety, let alone Zhang Qing.
His eyes were slightly focused, and at the moment when the Buddha's light barrier shattered, Zhang Qing flew towards the distance.
Behind him, waves of terrifying and hot breath came, which was the power of Buddhist karma fire fighting against the demonic mist.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time.
Zhang Qing walked away without looking back, until the surrounding light and shadow distorted several times, and the movement behind him was gradually obscured.
Turning around and looking over there, at this moment, he could no longer feel the movement of the horned dragon roots and the fighting of many strong men in the distance.
He did not take a few steps back, because if he could feel the power of those Tianmen Buddhist cultivators and demons, those beings would also be able to detect that there was another person within the radiation range of their power.
Zhang Qing waited there for a long time. At the end of his gaze, he saw a faint stream of light disappearing into the depths of red and black light and shadow.
"It seems. It's almost over."
He did not go back rashly, but waited there for several days before getting up and heading towards his original position.
The mirrored ground did not suffer any damage. To the naked eye, it looked like a transparent ice surface, reflecting Zhang Qing walking above.
The mess caused by the battle was also wiped away, and the traces of aura mixed in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth could only allow Zhang Qing to tell that Buddhism should have the upper hand in the end.
Although he was greedy for the dragon root, Zhang Qing had no choice but to do it.
But when he looked under the mirrored earth, his eyes still narrowed slightly.
The dark, ink-like tree-like horny dragon root has expanded to ten times. Although it is a reflection, it still gives people the illusion of being thousands of feet tall.
Zhang Qing landed on the 'ice surface', and the cold breath almost froze him. The Buddha's light on his body turned into a huge palm and grabbed downwards. However, before he could touch the dark horned dragon root, he was The extreme cold froze and then shattered.
The red-black solar eclipse sky above the head and the cold ground beneath the feet make it impossible for ordinary people to get close to it.
The ordinary people here are also Tianmen realm monks.
The vast Buddha's light continued to pour out, turning into swords that shuttled under the mirror. However, what puzzled Zhang Qing was that his power could not touch the dragon root at all.
"It's not without reason that it can't be discovered."
Just when Zhang Qing was about to use other means, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.
"I didn't expect that there would be a second person who could discover something strange here."
Turning his head suddenly, a gray-haired old man stood hundreds of meters away, looking at Zhang Qing with a stiff expression.
"You're not dead?" Zhang Qing was surprised. He didn't notice the other party approaching from the beginning to the end.
"If I don't have any means, how can I survive in this void of yin and yang for thousands of years?"
"It's you." The heavy-haired old man looked at Zhang Qing, "There are not many Buddhists who act alone. Those sanctimonious monks will not give up the advantages of Buddhism here."
"Oh? What advantages do they have?"
"You are indeed not a bald donkey." The old man looked at Zhang Qing and seemed to want to smile, but his expression was so stiff that he could only twitch the corners of his mouth twice.
"So, I became curious about how you mastered the power of Buddhism. If I could also..."
The old man reached out and patted his cheek, and then took his head off his neck in front of Zhang Qing.
"I'm really not used to it."
The head without a body made a sound, and then a hand pulled off all the clothes and human skin on his body. What was finally exposed in front of Zhang Qing was a ferocious metal puppet.
The head was reattached, but without the human skin, it was just a metal human being.
"Puppetry? So, this is not your true body?"
"Yes, so it doesn't matter even if you die, but if you die, I'm afraid you won't be as lucky as me."
Zhang Qing turned his head and looked at the horny dragon root below, "Do you know how to pick this thing?"
"Of course." The metal puppet looked at Zhang Qing, "But why should I tell a dead man?"
"It's going to be a long night and a lot of dreams, so you'd better die first!"
A huge mountain-opening ax fell from Zhang Qing's head and landed on the immortal golden Buddha statue. It also created a crack as big as a bowl.
"This spiritual treasure..." Zhang Qing's eyes flashed, and the spiritual gold used in the ax was definitely extraordinary.
"Buddhist golden body, nothing more than that!" A cold voice burst out from the mouth of the metal being. Then he jumped up, grabbed the mountain axe, and struck Zhang Qing again.
The long black hair was flying on the shiny head, and red flames were ignited in the depths of the pupils. Also ignited was the body of metal life.
A burst of more majestic Buddha's voice echoed, and the huge Buddha statue had kind eyes and kind eyes, clasped his hands together, and tightly locked the mountain ax in the center of his palm.
"My Buddha is compassionate, but I also have the angry eyes of Vajra!" Zhang Qing shouted. The next moment, the huge Buddha statue opened its eyes, and the metal life felt the terror that its body seemed to be squeezed into a piece of paper.
"A fake monk, what else are you pretending to do!"
After letting go of the Lingbao mountain-opening ax, the metal puppet took a few steps back. Four arms grew out of its armpits again. At the same time, its body expanded several feet tall. A cold roar came out, and the Lingbao ax imprisoned by the Buddha statue turned into a stream of light and pierced through. The palm of the Buddha statue was divided into six parts and fell on the six metal arms.
"So what if you can hide your cultivation?"
In an instant, the metal puppet turned into a beam of black light and rushed towards Zhang Qing. It struck down crazily with six arms and six axes, bit by bit piercing the golden body of the huge Buddha statue.
The closer he got to the depths of the Immortal Golden Body, the more he could see Zhang Qing's calm face.
The puppet didn't have much consciousness and couldn't think about too many profound things. He only knew that he was constantly getting closer to the goal.
"Die, die, hahahaha!"
The crazy metal puppet's face twisted into a dazzling metallic luster, and in a short period of time, a phantom array was arranged around it.
Finally, he approached Zhang Qing, who looked at him calmly, and then stretched out a finger.
The red flame touched the metal puppet along the fingertips, and the next moment, the opponent's hard body melted little by little.
"This..." The metal puppet's recovered face revealed a strong emotion of shock.
"No matter how hard metal is, it is nothing more than a human thing and cannot stop the Nine Heavenly Fire."
The surrounding world turned red, blocking the escape route of the metal puppet, and the latter also acted particularly crazy. After knowing that he had fallen into the trap, he began to attack Zhang Qing.
As a physical practitioner, he was confident that he could deal with his opponent in the shortest possible time and if he survived, the dragon root underneath would be his.
However, he still underestimated the young man with three heavenly gates in front of him.
A low dragon roar sounded, Zhang Qing's long hair flew up, and he punched the blade of the mountain-breaking ax.
Blood flowed down the arm, and there was no gap in the Lingbao mountain axe, but the metal puppet's arm shattered in an instant.
Grabbing the mountain axe, Zhang Qing threw it at the metal puppet with his backhand.
This is not a simple axe, but a spiritual treasure that has been refined for many years. Even if the ax blade is sharp, it will not hurt the owner at all, let alone cut it open.
All Zhang Qing can use is the power carried by the Lingbao itself to hit the opponent with absolute power.
"Puppets are not as good as flesh and blood after all. You have limits, but I don't."
Zhang Qing's calm voice fell, crushing the opponent's gradually melting body bit by bit, and then the flame turned into a giant hand and sank into the puppet's chest, grabbing out a beating heart.
Everything about the other person is in this heart.
"Don't expect to get anything from me. It's just a soul. I can cultivate it back in decades!!!"
"Is it?"
One Qi transforms into three pure states, activate.
A completely unknown force enveloped the heart in his hand without encountering many obstacles. Half an hour later, the beating heart in his hand had calmed down.
He stuffed it back into the pool of silver-white metallic liquid at his feet. After a while, a barely condensed humanoid stood in front of Zhang Qing.
Of course, most of his strength has disappeared, and he may not even be a match for a monk from Tianmen.
Since it is a puppet, the opponent's strength all comes from the materials for forging the puppet and the patterns engraved inside the puppet. Now, all of these have been burned by Zhang Qing.
"name."
"Qingfengzi." The puppet said calmly. He himself didn't even know what his previous name was, but now he only has the name.
"Where can you sense the main body?"
"Far, far away, with the strength of the original body, in Jiutianmen, you are not suitable to look for him."
Zhang Qing was speechless and continued to ask: "How many puppet clones like you does he have?"
"I don't know, but it may be no less than a hundred."
There are no less than a hundred weapons, and if each one has the strength of five Tianmen, then the strength of Qingfengzi alone has exceeded that of most of the sects of the Shenting family.
In other words, only those forces with the power of Sendai can overwhelm the opponent.
"Sure enough, in this place where yin and yang meet, the monks who still appear after the thirty-three days were shattered have no simple strength."
