Except for Tang Hao, no one paid attention to the ray of sword intent from Master Tongtian.
At this time, everyone's eyes were attracted to the two saints confronting each other in the sky.
The conversation between Yuan Shi and Jie Yin was not hidden. Many creatures on the land of China heard Yuan Shi's words full of murderous intent.
"What happened?"
"Why did the Yuanshi Saint conflict with the two Western Saints?"
"How come Western religion appears in our country?"
Countless doubts filled the hearts of those creatures with low realms, while those with high realms all looked like they were watching a show.
A duel between saints has never happened before.
They can be regarded as witnessing history.
"Above the Three Realms, Brahma Qi Mila."
"The highest is the highest, the heaven of heavens."
Yuan Shi's voice resounded in the sky above Guanjiang City, and the Tai Chi pattern covering the sky and sun behind him began to rotate, and wisps of Taoist rhyme followed Yuan Shi's chanting and headed towards the panic mountain opposite.
The saint's methods are mysterious and mysterious, and they are not earth-shattering, but the vision that illuminates the entire Chinese state speaks of the saint's power all the time.
The rhyme of the Tao circulated, and golden lotuses emerged wherever it passed. Even in the broken void, there seemed to be fairy sounds coming out, overwhelming the chants of thousands of Buddhas on the Lingshan Mountain.
Jie Yin, who was sitting cross-legged on the twelve-color lotus platform, looked at Dao Yun who was crushing towards him with no change in his expression.
The palm changed its appearance again, seeming to grasp and hold, and above the Lingshan Mountain, a huge hand suddenly appeared.
Looking at this scene, Tongtian raised his eyebrows.
Why does this look so familiar?
The giant hand that appeared at this time was very similar to when Tang Hao held Buzhou Mountain in his hand.
However, it is only similar.
At that time, Tang Hao's giant hand passed through the heavens and the world, filled with darkness and chaos. Although the hand that led it looked very majestic, compared with Tang Hao's big hand that seemed to be holding the sun, moon and stars, Still a little off.
"Today, you can't stop me from waiting."
Jie Yin spoke indifferently, turned his palm over, and slowly pressed it down.
On the Lingshan Mountain, the big hand also began to move towards the Taoist charm emanating from the Tai Chi talisman.
"Can't stop you? Why should I stop you?"
Yuanshi's pupils reflected the big hand. He was neither happy with things nor sad with himself, and his expression was extremely calm. "As long as I crush this wisp of your will, the entire China will only be able to see me."
"Oh? That's what I think too." Jieyin's lips raised, "Then let's see who crushes whom first."
The big hand suppressed the Tao Yun violently, thousands of Buddhist kingdoms appeared in the sky, and countless scriptures floated out from the golden halls of Lingshan, trying to obliterate the Tai Chi patterns.
A long rainbow penetrates the sky, which is composed of countless rhymes flowing from the Tai Chi diagram.
At this moment, this rainbow is being held by giant hands filled with Zen scriptures.
There was obviously no sound, but everyone felt deafened.
The void began to tremble, the ancient city shook, and the river stopped flowing.
Above the sun, sitting cross-legged in the ruins, Luo Hu looked at the dazzling light erupting from the saint at his feet, with wisps of scarlet dancing in the corners of his eyes.
"Are you so impatient?"
"Let's fight. The more exciting the fight, the better."
"When I come back in person, I want to see if you, the younger generation, are really better than others."
His eyes were closed again, not far away, Donghuang Taiyi was coldly commanding the figure of a famous demon.
An altar filled with evil spirits stood impressively under the Sanhuang tree, and a demon with a fanatical look walked up to it without hesitation.
Thirty-six demonic figures stood in various directions on the altar, with Xuan Ming prominently among them.
At this time, her elegant and mysterious temperament disappeared without a trace, her bare toes tapped the void, and a touch of red lips enchanted her delicate and beautiful face.
"Haha, after suppressing it for so long, it's time for our Xuanming clan to rise."
Seeing a famous demon clan prostrate on the altar, Xuan Ming licked his red lips, his beautiful eyes flashed with a dangerous and charming light, he was completely different from before.
There is no such thing as being indifferent. Even the Houtu clan would not disappear into hiding unless it was for some special reason.
The Xuan Ming clan was born to be close to the killing group, but the way of heaven rejected them. Not to mention participating in the Lich War, even the normal tribulations were a narrow escape.
But now, Xuan Ming sees hope.
The Demon Ancestor, who initially fought against the Tao Ancestors but was defeated, returns to the wild world again. With the advent of the great age, the Three Thousand Avenues are about to return again.
Reminiscent of Gonggong's unruly and tragic moments before his death, Xuan Ming looked at Donghuang Taiyi not far away with cold eyes.
They, the witch clan, will not just disappear into history!
Xuan Ming naturally saw the vision of the saints colliding under her feet, but after experiencing the wrath of God before, this vision was no longer enough to shock her.
In Xuan Ming's heart, even Demon Ancestor Luo Hu was not even half as good as Tang Hao.
"Are you really going to do this?"
At the edge of the altar, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of temperament looked at a member of his clan who sacrificed his flesh, blood and soul without hesitation, and asked Donghuang Taiyi with some unbearability.
"Otherwise? How can we, the demon clan, stand firm again now?"
"Gui Che, Shang Yang, and Bi Fang cannot die in vain! Di Jun cannot die in vain!"
Although demonic, Donghuang Taiyi's whole body is still full of domineering energy that cannot be concealed!
"As long as I am still there, as long as I take that step, my demon clan will be able to stand on the top of the ancient world again!"
Upon hearing this, Fuxi's eyes suddenly became extremely complicated.
He glanced at Luo Hu, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed not far away, and sighed slightly in his heart.
I'm afraid that by then, the Monster Clan may have to be renamed...the Demon Clan.
...
"My senior brother is going to take action seriously."
In Guanjiang City, Tongtian looked at Changhong who was suppressed by Buddha's hand and suddenly said.
After hearing this, Tang Hao sat up straight and looked a little more serious.
The previous duel between Jiang Zangfeng and Fan Chen was extremely grand, but now this is a duel between saints, and it will definitely be extremely exciting.
After waiting for so long, isn’t it just for this moment?
"It turns out that the excitement that my husband told me before is this kind of excitement."
Looking up at the terrifying figure of the saint in the sky, Qinghe muttered in a daze.
Ao Li'er, Su Wanwan and others' expressions were very different from Qing He's. From the time the saint appeared until now, the shock in their hearts had not subsided.
How many living beings in the entire prehistoric world dare to watch the duel between saints as a show?
I'm afraid, the only ones who are saints like Yuan Shi and others are Tong Tian and Tang Hao.
On the other side, Yuan Shi looked at the Buddha's hand surrounded by countless scriptures in front of him, and slowly raised his hand.
"It's over here. China is not a place you two can get involved in."
"Chanjiao is not something that your Western religion can compare to."
boom!
As soon as the words fell, the saint's aura was completely released.
The powerful pressure can be felt even when standing on the edge of the wilderness!
Above the sky, the Tai Chi pattern that covered the sky and sun turned into a stream of light, like a world-destroying millstone, crushing towards the two of you!
