Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 1218 Xuan Jing Light Wheel
Zhan Changfeng walked through the vast mountains and fields, the clouds scattered and the leaves moved, and a ray of light fell in front of him.

A person jumped from the towering tree, with slender limbs and torch-like eyes, "You are King Linyao, my Taoist name is An Qu, and I am An Deng's senior brother. I heard that you and my junior brother were the last to fight on the battlefield of Xiansha. How are you doing!"

Isn't An Deng the one who was possessed by Bai Ze's remnant thoughts?

"Fellow Daoist heard it from the cultivator who entered the treasure hall that day. Then you should know that An Deng has been crippled, not what I did to him."

An Qu's expression was dull, obviously he had expected the result, but his mood was still difficult to calm down, and he said in grief and indignation, "You are killing my junior brother. I know that but I can't forgive you. Please fight today, no matter whether you win or lose. A write-off."

On the cloud platform, Xi Pu's eyes were gloomy. He knew that An Qu was looking for information about An Deng, so he spread the news about the treasure hall to An Qu's ears.

That time, his luck was swallowed by Xueman's head, causing a bloody disaster, and everything went wrong after that, why did she have nothing to do, and broke into the fourth trial all the way!
Heh, An Qu is the strongest inspiration, enough for her to drink a pot.

Zhan Changfeng sensed that An Qu had murderous intentions, but there was nothing to avoid, "Then it will be as fellow daoists wish, after this battle, we will have nothing to do with each other."

An Qu walked the Xuanjing way in the immortal way. In this way, people use martial arts as the law to re-forge their bodies. He didn't hold back his hands.

This is a core Taoism of Xuanjing Dao. As soon as it came out, countless heaven and earth vitality poured into it, and the "Dharma" within a radius of ten miles seemed to be drained, making people feel like they were locked in a cage that isolated the Dao.

This kind of Taoism interferes with the divine way, and also suppresses Fa Xiu's absorption of the vitality of the world. Zhan Changfeng is deeply restricted, but she has a sea of ​​energy, and there is a huge amount of five elements in her body. He was crushed and beaten.

She raised her cane, turned the power of the earth's veins into a sword, and attacked the Xuanjing big light wheel swung by An Qu.

An Qu's arm trembled, his eyes stared at the Qi sword on the big light wheel in astonishment, his face changed slightly, what kind of faction did this person come from, and he just pulled the power of the earth's veins on this floating island!

When the power of the earth's veins stabbed at him, he seemed to be repelled by the whole island, and he almost collapsed and flew out.

Zhan Changfeng was about to break his light wheel, pressing forward step by step, the power of the earth was sometimes like a wall, sometimes like a sword, blocking his attack, cutting his momentum, and knocking him ten feet away.

An Qu stabilized his body, looked at Zhan Changfeng who was standing still, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, he suddenly jumped into the sky, his body and the light wheel in his hand merged into one, and the radiance covered the ground for thousands of miles!

"You control the power of the earth veins, I will cut it down!" The light wheel flew down, the vitality of the world disappeared, the ancient trees turned into dust, the earth cracked, and the rolled up air flow swept across the wilderness, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Zhan Changfeng was able to sense the power of the earth veins earlier, but this method of controlling the power of one side or one world at will was slowly explored in the past few decades, and it was not very mature, so that his method of splitting Down, blocking her control of the power of the earth.

As the light wheel approached, Zhan Changfeng opened the False God Territory to devour the attacking power, and at the same time, his will turned into a sword, and he stabbed out.

An Qu couldn't see the power of will, but his scalp was numb, as if he was being targeted by something fierce. He subconsciously threw out defenses, but he couldn't prevent the will attack that pierced into Zifu.

"Ah!" As if thousands of swords had been wrung into his head, An Qu's eyes were red, and he hurriedly blocked it with his soul.

Taking advantage of the disappearance of Xuanjing's big light wheel, Zhan Changfeng sacrificed the Dao of Destruction and chopped it down from the air with one blow.

An Qu spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, his heart fluttered, he moved his mouth, and said helplessly, "I lost."

"Is this a loss?"

"The fight was anticlimactic. With An Qu's morality, how could he lose!"

The eliminated ones on the cloud platform didn't enjoy watching at all, and the venerables on the platform saw a little trick. This kid has a special method that makes people hard to guard against.

The battle between Zhan Changfeng and An Qu also attracted the attention of some monks on the island. However, when they saw An Qu's defeat, their faces were not so good. The person who thought they were the weakest was also a stubborn stubble.

Zhan Changfeng watched An Qu being sent away by the power of heaven, and glanced at the surrounding "spectators", seeing that none of them came forward, he continued to challenge Feng Zhutian.

At this time, Feng Zhutian stood opposite Shengzi Ji Tang, the aura of riots made people's clothes bulge, and not far away from them, Fatong had already fought with King Fenghuo, and beside them were Ji Chaoyue and Qian Yuan. Tianjun and others watched the battle.

There is a lotus platform under Fatong's feet, wearing a purple gold cassock, holding a Zen staff, with a peaceful expression, but the Sanskrit sounds that he utters are mighty, purifying the evil spirit of the Fenghuo King.

Fenghuo King was born with a demonic body, as his name suggests, he rose from war after war, and cultivated the bloody demon power poured with thousands of lives.

His temples were swollen, and he punched out with a fist. The bloody power turned into fierce tigers, pushing against the Sanskrit sound towards Fatong.

The Sanskrit sound weakened under his powerful blood evil spirit, he laughed, "This king is the biggest evil star in the world, and the Buddha can't even try to stop me!"

"Amitabha." Fatong picked up a lotus flower and waved it towards Fenghuo King. The petals flew away one by one, and each piece became a Buddha country. The endless Buddha power bound Fenghuo King, and the Sanskrit sound was moving.

The onlookers were all jealous, this monk's Buddha power is so profound, if it were me, he might have been converted by him.

Think about how I converted to Buddhism. Tsk.

King Fenghuo deserves to be born with an evil body. Although he is trapped, he is not affected by the Buddha's power at all. In the eyes of Buddhism and Taoism, this person is also a demon when he turns around. It is very difficult to deal with.

"How can you trap me!" Fenghuo King sacrificed his natal magic weapon, the Red Star Knife, and under the slash, it seemed that a star world made of blood came down from the sky, and there was a scene of ghosts crying, wolf howling, and bloody rain.

Foli touched it and was instantly polluted.

Fatong couldn't take back the corrupted Buddha's power, so he decisively threw out his Zen staff to resist the knife.

With a cold light in his eyes, King Fenghuo bullied him with a knife, and he used hundreds of strokes back and forth with him, without giving in at all.

Sitting cross-legged on a branch of a tree and eating the spirit fruit, the prince said horizontally, "King Fenghuo entered the third trial, if he wins, it will be regarded as a successful replacement, right?"

"Monk Fatong is a disciple of the Buddha, so it's hard to say whether he wins or loses." The prince thought of something interesting, and said with a smile, "It's interesting when Fatong loses. He might follow Fenghuo King from now on and chase him to save him." Woolen cloth."

Thinking about it, it's really possible that Buddhism used fighting methods to save other disciples, not once or twice. In the past, several direct descendants of immortality and humanity were saved by them to become monks.

"Fellow Daoist is too hostile, it is of no benefit to himself or to sentient beings, why don't you put down the butcher's knife?"

"Cough." The prince's throat was blocked by the pulp, and he really didn't say anything.

Fatong pursed his lips kindly and smiled, and the golden light of his merits and virtues came out through his body, making him extremely solemn.

"Bah!" Fenghuo King raised his knife and slashed, the bloody storm stirred up troubles, and the air became sticky.

Fatong recited the scriptures, and the lotus flowers that integrated the meaning of Duhua bloomed one after another, and ghosts and gods had to give way when they saw it.

(End of this chapter)