Yang Lin finally saw what the top level of power in the Tang Dynasty was like.
A figure flashed slightly in the distance and appeared in mid-air. With a sword strike, the entire sky seemed to freeze.
The stars fell like rain, and between the sky and the earth, energy surged in, red, blue, white, black... all the energy gathered into one furnace, and cut down heavily with the intention of sharp cutting and suppression.
The dragon soul is wandering, the sword energy is like a mountain...
Monk Faming roared wildly, and the Dharma image behind him became even more powerful, but he was still at a disadvantage during the fight.
After just receiving two swords, he retreated for dozens of miles. The mountains and forests on the ground were overturned and it was a mess.
His face turned red.
Hong Jiang Cailong, who was protected by Monk Faming behind him, was trembling even more and ran away from behind.
Although Wei Zheng's sword attack was not aimed at him, the aftermath caused him to vomit several mouthfuls of dragon's blood, making his injuries a little more serious.
"Wei Zheng, how can you use the luck of the dynasty to draw a sword?"
Monk Faming was so powerful at this time that he could not retreat even though he was injured, and shouted: "Your son was killed, not by me, but someone else must have framed him secretly..."
"It's nonsense. I've seen it with my own eyes, and yet I dare to quibble. Even in front of the Buddha and Bodhisattva, I will seek justice from you."
Wei Zheng pressed his sword harder, his face turned livid.
That's his son.
He was the heir whom he had worked so hard to cultivate.
Have high hopes and pass them on throughout your life.
Although the human world is going through calamities, it is not too forgetful.
Family affection and friendship are all there.
He cultivated his merits and cultivated his bloodline. He did not take his sons and grandsons seriously as others imagined.
"You really think I'm afraid of you, but you don't want your hundred and twenty years of practice to be ruined in one fell swoop. I'm a poor monk with a heavy responsibility, so don't force me."
Fa Ming's eyes became fierce.
The body shape changes, the Dharma blends into the body, transforms into a six-foot-long golden body, the golden Buddha light forms a halo above the head, and the golden circle in the hand seems to communicate with a certain place, the aura keeps rising, and the whole person seems to be coated with a layer of The golden paint makes people's eyes hurt at a glance.
"You have cultivated the golden body of Arhat. No wonder you are so rampant. You have an important responsibility, and that is no reason to kill my son."
Wei Zheng's face was as heavy as water, and he swung his sword down. Wind and thunder roared loudly, hitting Fa Ming's body with golden light like waves and shallow flames.
Outside the city, landslides and rocks shattered, and rivers flowed backwards. Jiangzhou City became quiet, and the people all held their breath and watched. A golden light enveloped the city, which gave them some peace of mind.
Jiang Liu'er stood in the wilderness, and the noisy wind and boiling strength quietly became soft when it came to his side, without hurting him at all.
This was actually what Yang Lin expected.
Although little Tang Seng is still young.
But his body is extremely weird. It has quietly turned into the incarnation of rules. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an innate immortal body.
Some acquired energy can basically not hurt him.
Later, on the westbound road, the road looked very dangerous, and he was so frightened that he rolled and crawled from time to time, but this was actually just an appearance.
After truly walking a hundred and eight thousand miles, you can find that no matter how many battles happened around him, no matter how ferocious the gods and demons took action, he never hurt an inch of skin or a hair from the beginning to the end.
In other words, as long as he doesn't want to die, he won't die.
Unless, someone is strong enough to destroy this immortal treasure body with boundless power, or maybe, there is a special method to digest and absorb it.
It may be true that you will live forever after taking one bite.
The incarnation of Yang Lin's Jingyuan also had a homogenizing effect. He was hiding in the blood mole and was amazed to see it.
He actually didn't care much about the fight between Wei Zheng and the old monk Fa Ming.
Because, he knows that if the two of them fight, it will definitely end in a fight.
One side represents Buddhism and the other side represents Heaven.
The two parties actually have a consensus.
No matter how angry Wei Zheng was, he would not dare to kill himself...
Therefore, Yang Lin was ready to help him.
How pitiful it is for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person away when he loses his son in old age.
I can't even stand it.
When the trees were broken, the mountain peaks collapsed, and all kinds of energy surged. In the rumbling sound, every time the fairy sword and the golden circle magic weapon collided, countless ripples would be splashed. Where the two people met, the leaves, earth and rocks turned into powder inch by inch, and they were angry. The machine spread and turned into a vacuum.
The old monk seemed to have grown seventeen or eighteen hands. The golden circle danced into a light curtain, blocking the endless sword light in the sky and preventing it from leaking. However, he did not notice that there was a small piece of white paper fluttering next to him. .
It seemed to be swallowed up by the strong wind, and it swirled close to his chest and throat.
The pieces of paper are completely inconspicuous, and no one would notice them at all if they saw them. They are blown up by the wind like leaves.
However, appearing in the mountains and forests is a bit eye-catching.
The most eye-catching thing is that in the middle of the fierce confrontation between the two men, this finger-sized piece of paper did not break into powder like the leaves and mud.
"Is there such a strong paper? It can't be damaged by the aftermath of a battle at the pinnacle level of a human immortal?"
This thought just flashed through the old monk's mind. Every time he took a step, he would turn into golden light and retreat.
Then he thought, a crisis was imminent, his heart beat wildly, and his awareness of the sea warned.
But it was already a little late.
Just before Wei Zheng struck down with his sword, the piece of paper suddenly and silently emitted a five-color mysterious light as small as tobacco.
The mysterious light moved, exceeding the human reaction speed, and with a chirping sound, it pierced through Fa Ming's chin, penetrated the brain and penetrated directly into the sea of consciousness.
A huge burst of vitality exploded.
It's like seeing the world split open and the five elements divided.
The next moment, Monk Faming's mind went blank, his soul consciousness was crushed, and his head was blasted. The golden light on his body suddenly went out, and his body fell uncontrollably.
Wei Zheng's sword struck like a wild dragon. With a muffled sound, the old monk's body was cut into two pieces, and golden blood spattered.
The sword energy is rising.
The white piece of paper was torn, shaken, turned into powdery smoke, and disappeared into the air without a trace.
Wei Zheng slashed down with his sword, splitting open the old monk's golden body. When he looked up, he saw the sky as red as blood, crashing, thunder and lightning, and he froze on the spot, suspended in mid-air, motionless.
"How can it be?"
"Holy death, heaven cries?"
This is obviously a sign of the death of a saint in the world, a peak fifth-level human immortal. The other party is really dead.
However, the sword just struck out, and it didn't feel right.
Moreover, there seemed to be a flash of sword light in the middle, but it was not his own Wind and Thunder Sword.
But if you really want to say it’s not true, you can’t tell.
The wind and thunder stirred, the dragon soul gathered energy, and the power of the five elements of heaven and earth merged into one furnace. When attacking, there was no difference in the nature of the power.
The old monk Faming is really dead. He may have to go through another tribulation and be reincarnated, and it will take more than a hundred or two hundred years to accumulate merit. If no one responds, he may never come back again.
It can be regarded as revenge, but there is something wrong with this revenge.
Seeing Faming dead on the spot, strange phenomena appeared in the sky. The old dragon from Hongjiang was horrified. He dragged his seriously injured body, and without even letting out a long groan, he rolled up Chen Guangrui's body and fled far away. Without daring to look back, he disappeared into the Hongjiang River and hid back in his Crystal Palace. .
He ignored the healing and activated all the formations.
"It's over. Elder Faming has also been hacked to death. If the Bodhisattva doesn't come, I won't go out again."
"How did the thief break into this formation before? This matter has become such a big deal, I wonder if Old Long is guilty?"
He stared blankly for a while, then quickly took out a mirror and secretly peered at the scene where Wei Zheng killed Fa Ming in the distance, with a look of panic on his face.
He didn't even bother to answer the questions asked by Luang Po and Turtle Prime Minister next to him.
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