Hahaha. "
Huo Santong laughed and lifted his body up into the air, avoiding the flood. The trees behind him were immediately damaged and their branches were torn apart by the flood. The four of them were also seriously injured and fell to the ground, unable to get up and fight again. .
The demon monk was already deeply poisoned, yet he could still unleash such a powerful palm.
Seeing Tathagata's palm as terrifying as a human being, Huo Santong was even more salivating.
He heard the sound of scalding again, and the two tides condensed into two giant palms, which merged and pushed out from in front of Jin Chanzi.
Wherever the giant palm passed, everything was destroyed. With a click, the pine tree in the middle collapsed.
The giant palm took the broken branch and threw it straight at the fire three-way in the air.
Before the fierce attack, the Fire Three Tongs were calm and unhurried. The first of the Three Fires Guiyuan Gong, the True Fire, Shenhuo Jin, was like a huge fire dragon, heading straight towards the two huge wave palms.
In the blink of an eye, the two huge forces of water and fire collided in the air, and with a pop, water and flames flew in all directions.
Just when Jin Chanzi was about to use his palm power again, he suddenly felt the ground was extremely hot.
It turns out that the Fire Three Tong has already transported the second true fire of the Three Fires Guiyuan Gong, the Earth Fire Jin.
The lava flames under the Nine Earths were pulled out of the ground by force. Suddenly, the flames rose on the ground, the smoke steamed, and the trees and thorn grass burned fiercely into a small flame mountain.
The flames don't recognize people, and they hit anyone they encounter. The four seriously injured characters in Ten Thousand Beasts Villa were unable to escape, and were all killed by his master's true fire magic.
In a hurry, the energy of the Buddha's moving mountains and rivers traveled down to his feet. A flood surged on the ground under his feet and spread to all directions. Wherever it touched, the flames were immediately extinguished.
"I've been poisoned for a long time, let's see how long you can last."
Fire Cloud Evil God focused on Jin Chanzi's weakness, and his strength increased rapidly. A huge fire dragon quickly rose from under the Nine Earths to where Jin Chanzi was standing.
The lava flames under the Nine Earths were concentrated into a fire dragon, with the profound driving power of the Fire Cloud Evil God added to it. It was as if life had been added, and it was so active that it was several times hotter than the Flame Mountain.
When the fire dragon was halfway up, the heat steamed up until the sand and rocks on the ground sizzled.
When fire comes, water blocks it, and Jin Chanzi forcibly transports the water from the mountains and rivers down to the earth to stop the fire dragon from rising.
For a time, the two forces of water and fire competed with each other underground. The stronger one prevailed. The tide energy met the fire dragon, and they were burned into smoke one after another. They retreated step by step, while the fire dragon rose upwards step by step.
The force of the tide could not protect the land. Wherever the fire dragon went, the land suddenly turned into charcoal. The fire dragon's heat gradually forced its way to the ground, and the trees that had been protected by the golden cicadas also burned fiercely.
The heat was overwhelming her body, and Jin Chanzi finally couldn't stand it any longer. She clasped her hands on her chest, raised her chest and head high, and leapt into the air with a cry.
The fire dragon suddenly lost the suppression of the tide, and like a wild horse that had escaped from its rope, it suddenly rushed to the ground, chasing after Jin Chanzi's feet.
The fire of the Nine Earths is formed by the intense heat in the center of the earth. When it leaves the ground, it loses its concentrated power. After catching up for a certain distance, it becomes scattered and disorganized, and finally disappears on its own.
Fire Cloud Evil God was in the air, with his hands forming the hand seal of Heavenly Fire.
Just when he was about to gather the third true fire that had not yet been successfully cultivated, suddenly the sky clouds changed color and a sinister wind blew out.
Around Jin Chanzi, clouds and mist rolled, thunder and lightning roared, and bursts of cold air emanated from Jin Chanzi's body.
Cicada watched this silently, and her heart moved: This is the seventh form of the Tathagata's palm, the prelude to the coming of the heavenly Buddha.
At this time, before the Tianhuo Jin, which had not been successfully cultivated in Huo San Tong, could be activated, Jin Chanzi's fists had already blasted out from the air.
Countless raindrops, ice cones, hail and snow, accompanied by bolts of thunder and lightning, shot out from the clouds and mist toward the fire tee.
Raindrops, ice picks and snow hail are all formed by Jin Chanzi's skills. They all have the ability to shoot through objects, and the range of the launch is also wide, making it inevitable for people to avoid them.
Huo Santong panicked and hurriedly gave up the Tianhuo energy that had not yet been activated. His spiritual energy turned into a huge fire dragon, roaring and rushing towards the raindrops, ice cones and thunder and lightning.
This is the first divine fire power of Samadhi True Fire. The Fire Three-Tong practice is the most pure. It is enough to melt ice cones, rain and hail, but it cannot stop the power of thunder and lightning.
The whole person was struck by lightning and fell to the ground. He knew that he was seriously injured and could no longer fight.
With no other choice, he disappeared into the forest.
The scene suddenly disappeared. It was pitch black in front of me. I could vaguely see the blurry shadows of the trees. I turned around and saw the cow Hei Zai next to me sleeping soundly. Chanzi wondered in her heart, was the scene she saw a dream? Why did I Very sober.
Go to sleep.
Just now I closed my eyes, and the scene appeared in front of me again:
After Jin Chanzi died of poison, a Yuan Dan the size of a pigeon egg floated into the sky from his body.
The elixir is formed by the condensation of spiritual energy. Once out of the body, you must find a physical body to attach it to as soon as possible, otherwise the elixir will dissipate and the essence will disappear.
Yuan Dan was alone, flying over a mountain forest, when he suddenly felt an attraction coming from the hillside below.
It turned out that the body of a twelve-year-old boy was lying on the hillside, and the suction force came from the body.
Chanzi was shocked: This young man? Isn't it just me? Why did I die here?
In order to know what happened, he did not dare to open his eyes. He continued to look at the image in front of him.
The soul was suffering from nowhere to stay. When it sensed the young man's body, it was extremely excited. After a burst of light, it was about to swoop down, but it hesitated: it also had to determine whether the young man's wisdom root was evil or righteous.
The first thing is to find out why the young man died in this mountain forest.
Yuan Shen thought about it again and learned that the young man died of hunger.
As the saying goes, what is lacking must be made up for. Although the boy lost consciousness, the powerful mental power he used when he was hungry was still there, so he sent out a suction field and spread it to the sky.
Once again, it was the young man's Hui Gen who was judged to be pure and innocent, and he was in line with the cultivation system of Yuan Shen.
The soul couldn't wait, and with a cry, it threw itself into the corpse.
The corpse suddenly received this Buddha's power. The Buddha's power merged with his own vitality, warming his skin and bones, and suddenly reappeared with vitality.
During the meal, the boy made some movement.
First, the fingers moved slightly, then the feet stretched, and finally the eyes opened.
He scratched his head and wondered: Hey, why am I lying here.
Sitting up, my first thought was: who am I and what is my name.
An impression suddenly appeared in his mind, it seemed to be Jin Chanzi, Jin, how unpleasant it sounds.
Just call it Cicada, it’s simpler.
He thought again and again: This name doesn't seem to be mine. What is my name?
I couldn't think of my own name, and suddenly I felt: "I'm so hungry."
When he is hungry on weekdays, the first thing he thinks of is his mother.
