A huge sense of oppression exploded in the void.
The huge Buddha palm collided with Ba Ying, and the Buddha's light suddenly shone, and golden light shone outside the entire pavilion.
Xu Zimo rotated the force in his body, and surged out with the power of the Nine Transformations of the God of War.
Like huge waves, one wave after another, each wave higher than the last.
The golden Buddha palm began to break inch by inch, and the Buddha statue became dimmed in an instant.
"I'm here to help you," Ban Yue Saint shouted softly from the side.
The moon wheel was spinning around, and in the faint moonlight, there seemed to be a slim figure dancing to clear the shadow.
Like Chang'e flying to the moon, it is so beautiful.
This graceful figure danced faster and faster in the hazy moonlight, and finally formed a murderous aura.
They all came to kill Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly, and his figure crossed the void, dodging the attack.
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong," Master Pudu next to him shouted again.
His true destiny appeared behind him, which was a string of Buddhist relics.
When the relics exuded a rich Buddhist light and were embedded in the eyebrows of the giant Buddha, the surrounding scene began to change.
The abode of Samantabhadra is surrounded by ten thousand Buddhas.
The shadows of countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas appeared around.
They all faced Xu Zimo in the same posture.
The posture of kneeling down is like a pilgrimage.
How could a human be able to bear the thought of such a Buddha being kneeling before him?
This is not only pressure, but also a suppression of one's own destiny.
Cihang Sect is located in the north of the Supreme Realm.
Whether it is Master Cihang, the founder, or Master Pudu, they all cast their own statues.
Provide it to the temple, let people visit it, and collect the energy of fireworks.
This is his luck. Luck is something elusive and invisible, yet it seems to exist in the dark.
At this moment, thousands of Buddhas came to worship Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo only felt as if the power of all living beings was oppressing him.
I want him to kneel down too, the blood in his body is boiling, and even his blood vessels are about to explode.
"Yue Ying Liao kills indiscriminately," the Ban Yue Saint's voice came from the side at the same time.
His eyes were a little distorted, even ferocious.
"go to hell."
Of course, what stood in stark contrast to his ferocity was the hazy figure in the moonlight.
She looks like a graceful lady, with fair and delicate feet.
Stepping out slowly, as if dancing a dance of mourning.
Dancing the mountains and rivers, trampling the sky, the chilling aura and murderous intention condensed boundlessly.
The moment Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong suppressed Xu Zimo, a mysterious moon with frost on its surface came over to kill him.
"Po Yue Huntian."
This Xuan Yue carries the rhyme of Dao all over her body, as if the hazy shadow is singing, whispering that the path of Dao is invincible.
"The Ten Forms of the Demon and the Four Forms of the Heavenly Demon,
God tests the way. "
The so-called trial is to fight against the laws, shatter the world, and destroy all living beings, only then can one become immortal.
This sword carries the energy of shattering the world.
The demonic energy was beating at the tip of Ba Ying's knife. It did not attack overwhelmingly, but instead concentrated on one point.
In the shadow of this knife, a magnificent magical journey is reflected.
With one strike of the sword, the moon shattered and all the Buddhas lost their luster.
The world was in turmoil, and the mighty wind and clouds were invaded by demonic energy.
Xu Zimo took a step forward, and the tip of the knife seemed to be dancing the dance of death.
There was a sudden sound of wind and thunder, and a knife struck at the two of them.
"Can't escape," Pudu master shouted.
The Buddha statues around him changed again, and they were obviously trying their best.
"The Nirvana of Ten Thousand Buddhas."
The originally faded Buddha statues were all brand new, as if they had experienced Nirvana.
They mouthed the nine-character mantra, "Namo Ami," reflecting the sky, under the black evil energy.
Golden Buddha light began to wrap around the golden fonts and flow in the void.
The Banyue Saint next to him didn't hide his clumsiness at all.
"Yue Lin; absolute zero."
As his words fell, Saint Half-Moon's whole body was frozen by a wave of ice.
On the Xuan Yue above the head, a thick layer of ice began to form visible to the naked eye.
Waves of cold air spread around.
They freeze the void and freeze everything, even the air.
Cold air and Buddha's words are divided into two extremes.
Rolling down from all sides.
Xu Zimo was caught in the middle.
"Not enough," Xu Zimo chuckled.
Although the cracks on the Ba Ying in his hand became more and more obvious, the intent of the sword also became heavier and heavier.
The sword intent in the sky is like a prison sea, majestic rising into the sky.
All three gates of the Three Lives Gate to the sky were opened, and the sword intent tore through the sky, roaring the galaxies, and arrived in a mighty manner.
The Nine Transformations of the God of War, the Heaven-Bearing Three Lives Sect, the Heaven-Shaking Technique, and the Sixteenth Form of Asking Questions all broke out at this moment.
The entire sky not only collapsed, but seemed to be destroyed.
There are cracks in varying degrees in the sky above Tiandao City and even the sky above the Supreme Realm.
The wide range of influence and the large area are rare in the world.
With this slash, Ba Ying finally broke into countless pieces because he couldn't bear the pressure.
However, the knife still fell.
Both the cold Xuanyue and the Buddha's sound were destroyed and annihilated in an instant.
The entire sky completely exploded.
Bai Li was in the pavilion, watching with horror.
"This is his strength," she murmured to herself.
I can't imagine it in my heart.
It's not like she has never seen this kind of strength before, Bai Li's master, the woman in the white dress, is even worse.
But what kind of strength is her master, the existence of half-step nirvana.
As for Xu Zimo, he was only in the Divine Pulse realm.
This kind of strength burst out from a person in the divine vein realm, which was difficult for her to understand and imagine.
If you become an immortal in the future, what kind of grace will you have?
Or if he is not an immortal, who among his peers can compete with him in this kind of existence?
At this moment, Bai Li actually felt a little sad.
For herself and for the younger generation of this era.
Of all the people chosen by destiny, who doesn't want to carry the destiny and rule the nine heavens?
But living in an era with such people is a kind of sadness.
The aftermath of the explosion destroyed everything around it.
All the buildings, flowers and trees disappeared.
The earth trembled and the sky shredded.
Only the pavilion of Wanbao Pavilion stands here safely.
Because this pavilion is not an entity, it is just condensed spiritual energy.
As long as the small world of Wanbao Pavilion is immortal, this pavilion will not be destroyed.
When all the dust has cleared away.
The wind was blowing lightly, Xu Zimo stood on the cracked ground, his face was dull, and he was bending down to pick up the fragments of Ba Ying's knife.
On the other side of the earth, Master Pudu and Saint Banyue were lying on the ground with ragged black hair and embarrassed faces.
"How is this possible? It's absolutely impossible," the Half-Moon Saint muttered to himself somewhat crazily.
"How can a small divine vein realm be our opponent?"
On the other side, the battle between the woman in the white dress and the old man with the white tiger continued.
