Deep in the Kunlun Mountains, inside a magnificent palace.
An old man who was sitting cross-legged on a futon with his eyes closed and meditating suddenly opened his eyes, with a cold look on his face.
"You want me to explain my teaching first? You Buddhists are really self-righteous."
Yuan Shi's voice was still so high and high, like a god looking down on the world.
His gaze passed through the dome and landed directly on Guanjiang City.
Looking at Fan Chen surrounded by the phantoms of the Buddhas, his lips moved slightly. The next moment, a voice spanned hundreds of millions of miles and landed in the ears of Jiang Zangfeng, who was confronting Fan Chen.
"Zang Feng, please don't fall into the name of my teaching."
"Do what you want to do, and I will bear all the consequences for you."
In Guanjiang City, Jiang Zangfeng, who was holding the Immortal Slayer Sword, immediately became serious when he heard Yuan Shi's message in his ear.
Looking at Fan Chen sitting on the golden lotus in front of him, he suddenly withdrew all his breath and fell into a strange state.
"Sorry, you may not be able to leave Guanjiang City today."
Jiang Zangfeng, who had always been wary of the two saints behind Fanchen, finally stopped restraining himself after hearing his master say that he would support him in all consequences.
From the time Fanchen appeared until now, he has never used his true strength.
As the first disciple of the Chan Cult, Jiang Zangfeng, like Na Baili, is a peerless evildoer.
No matter how mysterious and coquettish Fan Chen is in front of him, as long as he is not Da Luo, Jiang Zangfeng can kill him with one sword!
Obviously, Fanchen also heard the change in Jiang Zangfeng's tone.
There was no surprise or panic. He stood up from the golden lotus for the first time and bowed slightly to Jiang Zangfeng with his hands clasped together.
Coming to China was not what he wanted, but he had no choice.
So now, he understood what Jiang Zangfeng said very well. Whether or not to leave Guanjiang was related to the face of Chanjiao. Jiang Zangfeng did not have the final say alone.
"Chief Disciple of Lingshan, Fanchen, please enlighten me."
Just five words expressed Fanchen's attitude. Jiang Zangfeng looked at him calmly, and the sword in his hand began to tremble slightly.
Buzz!
The sword intent all over the sky began to condense and manifest, and many creatures around who also wielded swords felt that the swords in their hands seemed to be trembling, and they were about to let go.
Jiang Zangfeng has a mysterious origin. Before joining the Chan Cult, he sat cross-legged in Taiyin and has been hiding for thousands of years.
Today, the glory of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword is about to return to the ancient times.
"This sword shouldn't belong to you, but you can't help but get involved in this fight."
"Chanjiao's personal disciple, Jiang Zangfeng, please enlighten me."
After the words fell, thousands of sword intentions flowed around Jiang Zangfeng wantonly, carrying with them billowing winds.
All the inner disciples of the Chan Sect in the sky retreated, and the creatures from various races behind Fan Chen on the other side also knelt down and worshiped again.
This battle is led by two people, representing the mutual testing between two different sects.
The spinning sound of the wheel of fate began to sound in the dark, and the top experts in the prehistoric era noticed the abnormality, and they all pinched their fingers and began to deduce.
Xiniu Hezhou, five-color divine light flashed past.
Kong Xuan stood on a hill with his hands folded, raised his head, and looked at a large mountain covered with golden palaces and magnificent temples.
"It's clearly a prehistoric place. If we have to create some kind of Western bliss, does it count as creating a world by itself? Ridiculous!"
"We haven't even fully explored Xiniu Hezhou, and we still think about China. You are two deities, but I have three deities. Even if they are separated, they are all from the same origin. What are you thinking about?"
Shaking his head, Kong Xuan's figure disappeared instantly, leaving only a five-color light and shadow that gradually moved away.
"Master, is the new heaven still above the sun?"
In Wuji Tian, Haotian kneeled respectfully on a futon, with a stick of ancient incense in front of him slowly floating into the void.
"The thirty-third heaven is a little empty. Honghuang has been very lively recently. From now on, let's make this place lively as well."
A voice that could not hear any joy, anger, sorrow or joy sounded from the void and echoed in Zixiao Palace.
Hearing this, Haotian slightly cupped his hands and nodded, "Disciple, I obey."
"From now on, the thirty-third heaven will be called heaven."
Hongjun's voice sounded again, and the word "Heaven" came from the avenue, reaching the ears of some living beings in the wild.
Above the sun, the incarnation of Rahu's will suddenly opened his eyes, with a sneer on his lips.
"Haha, heaven? Heavenly calamity?"
"It won't be your old man's turn to dominate this ancient world from now on!"
Looking at Luo Hu who was talking to himself, the Angzang man with a simple clock hanging above his head not far away narrowed his glasses.
"Has Daozu started taking action?"
"There is a demon world and a heaven world. Will there be a human world, a demon world, and a witch world in the future?"
"This prehistoric world is getting stranger and stranger."
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Dongsheng Shenzhou and Guanjiang River.
Jiang Zangfeng's body became transparent and crystal clear to the naked eye.
A jade tripod looms behind him, completely natural.
The Sword Sword Immortal in his hand was slowly raised, and then gently lowered.
The world suddenly became dark, and even the Buddha's halo behind Fan Chen began to fluctuate violently involuntarily.
"Hey, this little guy has a pretty good talent for swordsmanship."
About a thousand meters away from Jiang Zangfeng, Tongtian sat under an unknown pavilion and said in surprise.
Ao Li'er's pupils shrank, and a trace of shock flashed in her eyes.
She also understood this sword.
In the eyes of others, Jiang Zangfeng might have just raised the sword in his hand and then dropped it casually.
But in Ao Li'er's eyes, things were far from that simple.
Facing the sword, Fan Chen's face showed emotional fluctuations for the first time, and Jiang Zangfeng's every move flashed through the depths of his eyes engraved with mysterious patterns.
The moment Jiang Zangfeng dropped the sword in his hand, countless afterimages appeared in his eyes.
There is an afterimage of the sword reaching straight towards the throat.
There is an afterimage picking up a sword and stabbing it into the heart.
There is an afterimage of a sword slashing towards the head.
On the surface, there was only a sword intention heading towards Fanchen, but in fact, the moment Jiang Zangfeng drew his sword, the endless afterimages holding the Immortal Slaying Sword had completely locked Fanchen!
In other words, this sword is bound to hit no matter what!
Fan Chen, there is no way to escape!
Is this a direct challenge based on strength?
The pity on his handsome face disappeared, replaced by a smile.
This is a smile of satisfaction, or in other words, a smile of relief.
As if he finally saw the result he was satisfied with, Fanchen clasped his hands together and suddenly separated them.
Holding the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, the five fingers of his right hand condensed, facing the infinite sword intent.
His thin lips parted slightly, and two obscure notes came out of Fanchen's mouth.
The next moment, a long green lamp suddenly appeared behind Fan Chen.
The green lanterns and candles flicker on and off, but they seem to illuminate everything.
Under the pavilion, Tang Hao suddenly raised his head slightly, his eyes flickering.
He had studied Sanskrit for a while, and he happened to be able to understand the two notes in Fanchen's mouth just now.
If I remember correctly, those two notes should say... Nirvana!
