From the words of Yi Ran, "Whether you hand over He's Bi or not, I will destroy your temple." The monks in the temple already knew that they had no way out. The approaching death made the monks' hearts shake.
"The road to the underworld has come to an end for you!"
The voice floated gently and fell into everyone's ears. When they looked at this man again at this moment, everyone's eyes changed.
The brilliant candlelight shone on Ran Ran's gentle and calm face. He stood there, still so graceful, and he still looked so peaceful and peaceful, but the living person seemed to have been frightened away. Soul.
He swayed slightly at will, his body shape lost its essence, and the distance of three feet was only one step. The person appeared in front of Bu'ai in an instant; without waiting for him to use his skills, there were no fancy moves, just a simple punch, and the opponent was thrown away.
There was no change, no follow-up. In front of this extremely hard, powerful, and fast punch, even the leader of the four Dharma Protectors, Bu'an, was immediately heartbroken and fell to the ground dead on the spot.
Any movement of the body will create clouds and mist afterimages one after another, just like a fairy walking in the clouds. With one step, he will be a figure flying upside down, and with a palm, he will be a separate human body.
Loud shouts, roars, and screams sounded out one after another.
His hands were spinning like flying, he was just swaying casually, switching every move and style at will, and the energy he used in the moves was completely unreasonable, just like a calligrapher who was drunk and mad at writing. He made impromptu moves and made moves at will, but his movements were all in harmony with heaven and earth. Zhili has reached an unprecedented level of martial arts.
Waves of stick shadows struck, whipping up strong winds that cracked the earth and broke rocks.
However, in the face of numerous killing moves, he was like an elegant scholar strolling in a leisurely courtyard, floating his body and waving his sleeves, just like flowers and willows. He easily eliminated all the force of the strong wind and turned it into invisible.
Then, he punched and palmed...
Where the fist landed, the muscles and bones were shattered; where the palm opened, the body was torn apart.
The decision between life and death only took one move. He just used it casually, and each move was an impromptu masterpiece. However, this move and throw can be said to be the pinnacle of martial arts.
Outside the palace.
Seeing such a cruel and terrifying scene, the three people were so frightened that they dared not stop. How could they not be afraid that the demon inside would go crazy and kill the three of them conveniently.
The three pale-faced people immediately turned over and landed on the ground, rushing toward the temple gate. Everyone had a look of horror on their faces.
Inside the palace.
The blood energy has enveloped the entire hall, and the blood mist has also filled the entire space. It exploded in the air, and when the Zen skill was running, a handsome face suddenly became ferocious and twisted, and the fair face turned red.
He exerted his Zen skills, and his body exuded a kind of abundant and strong Qi.
His eyes were slightly bright, he flicked his left index finger three times in a row, pointed at the wind and shot through the sky, shooting sharply across the sky, trying to cut through the empty wall of true energy.
He heard him shout "Zha" three times, and the air waves overflowed like a strong wind, bricks and stones flew everywhere, and the whole hall seemed to tremble violently three times.
The force of his fingers broke through the Gang Feng Qi wall and hit Kong Qian. Unexpectedly, although the monk's robes were cut open and his skin was cut open, the momentum of his body remained unabated, and his Qi became more abundant and fierce.
He continued to activate his skills, and then punched out. The punch was as straight as a peak from outside the sky, majestic and majestic.
One punch can withstand the power of thousands of armies. Under the power, wind and power of the punch, the monks were swaying and almost unable to stand.
A hand slapped over, it was sipping power, soft power, yin power, mighty and unparalleled force, the burning power of flowing gold and stones, the power of stormy waves... This palm actually contained Ten levels of strength.
There are no words to describe the feeling of Kong at this moment. No one in the world can condense ten different palm powers, and no one in the world can combine ten different palm powers into one palm.
This is simply a magical skill. From ancient times to the present, I have never heard of such a magical, terrifying, and incredible palm technique.
He simply could not imagine what kind of power it would have when the ten levels of strength contained in this palm burst out at the same time.
It's too late to retreat, the punch has been thrown and it's hard to take it back.
Then, the fists and palms hit each other, the strength of the fists overflowed, and the power of the palms was poured into them. Then the muscles and bones were divided, the inner organs were shattered, frost covered the whole body, the flesh and blood were burning, invading the meridians and acupuncture points, the inner breath was scattered, and the Dantian was also destroy.
Ten layers of strength exploded together, and he stumbled backwards. He was still alive, but he was definitely dead. His face, which was blue and blue from the cold, had no expression, except for his eyes, which were still glimmering with light, showing a sense of disbelief. color.
There were corpses everywhere in the main hall. Looking around, he saw the remaining dozen monks, with their hands turned into swords. The air around them gathered together to form a peerless blade, and they swung out the sword!
As soon as the sword power appears, there will be death but no life.
He Ran retracted his hand, and without looking at the falling head, he praised with some surprise: "You have good skills."
Liao Kong moved his lips with difficulty, and a very soft and feeble voice came: "Why do you want to deal with my Buddhist sect?"
Ran Ran looked at the man who had run out of oil and said slowly: "I warned Zhidun in the past, but now it seems that you, Jing Nian Zen Sect, have never taken what I said to heart."
What did he warn? Who is Zhidun?
Liao Kong was reminiscing. He didn't understand anything at first, but suddenly he seemed to remember something. Liao Kong's originally stiff face suddenly seemed to be filled with excitement...
There is a sword that can command gods and demons, and if you get it, you can conquer the world; there is a terrifying sword that is invincible, called "Yan Yun's Eighteen Riders".
There are two legends circulating in the world about this knife and how terrifying it is. But few people know that as early as more than two hundred years ago, there was another person in the world, a person who could also command gods and demons, a person who could conquer the world at will, and a person who was more terrifying than terrible.
"Regarding the earth as a chopping board and laughing at all living beings as fish meat." In the past two hundred years or so, the world no longer wants to remember him, and the world believes that he is no longer alive.
"Are you him? You are him!"
Ranran smiled slightly, did not answer, and did not look at Kong again. He walked directly out of the hall.
The person left slowly, and the extremely weak voice behind him turned into a scream: "You are the Heavenly Lord, the Heavenly Lord does whatever you want, you are that day..."
The words stopped suddenly, and there was no sound behind him.
It was late at night and the weather was getting brighter. I looked up at the starry sky and looked at the star-studded night. Then I turned around and left the Zen courtyard behind the main hall.
The reason why he killed people before he obtained the treasure was because he had already sensed the existence of He's Jade after activating the Secret of Immortality.
He flew up, waved his palms and pointed out, and the monks who were still alive in the temple fell down one by one. When they were all gone and the temple was destroyed, they came to the bronze hall on the top of the mountain.
This is a copper palace with a width of three feet and a depth of three feet, and a height of one and a half feet. Not only does the copper hall require a lot of gold and copper, it also requires a real master craftsman to cast it.
In his early years, when he overthrew the Maitreya Sect, which was flourishing for a while, he had seen many magnificent temples, but he had never seen such a bronze temple even in the Maitreya Sect founded by Zhu Faqing.
He clearly sensed the Heshi Bi in the Bronze Hall, and he opened the door of the Bronze Hall with the wind of his palm and stepped in.
