super evolution

A gust of wind blew by, and two groups of yellow clouds flashed out in front of the Zen altar. Two tall golden arhats gaped and roared angrily. With two beams of Buddha's light, they rushed down towards the bone demon dragon chariot Wu Hai was riding on.

As soon as they grabbed it with their big hands, they were about to grab Wu Hai who was sitting in the car and drive him into the bloody hell below the mountain.

Jiushen Lian, who was driving the Yuan, gave a strange laugh, and in a blink of an eye, he had transformed into a human form and soared into the sky, raised two fists the size of wine jars and slammed down on the two vajras.But just as his fist touched the bodies of the two arhats, the menacing arhat, like a phantom, passed through Jiu Shenlian's fist, and arrived in front of Wu Hai's car in a flash.

Standing on the shaft of the car, Yang Jian smiled coldly, a celestial light flashed in his eyes, and the three-pointed two-edged knife cut across a flash of light, and the huge heads of the two arhats suddenly flew into the sky, and a large piece of golden light rushed from their broken necks out.

The old monk Vatican sitting on the meditation platform snorted in surprise.

On the little finger of his right hand, suddenly there was a knife mark with deep bone visible, and the seven-colored golden blood continued to flow out from the knife mark. Although he activated the Zen power in his body and wanted to heal the wound, but no matter how hard he tried, the wound remained the same. Existence, showing no signs of healing.

Taking a deep look at Yang Jian, who was as if nothing had happened, the old monk Vatican's heart sank heavily.

"What a pure Taoist profound art!"

Isn't the army of Huang Quan Dao a group of demons and ghosts?

Looking at the soaring corpse aura and will-o'-the-wisps circling above their queue, one can tell that this is not a character with a good background.

However, in the army of Huangquan Dao, there is actually hidden a powerful figure like Yang Jian who is proficient in Taoist mystic arts, and can kill the avatar of the Arhat formed by the old monk Vatican.

It was enough to kill the clone, but Yang Jian's attack actually hurt him through the connection between the golden body Arhat's clone and Vatican's body.Moreover, this injury cannot be healed even with the cultivation base of the old monk Vatican. This is not caused by ordinary Taoist exercises.

Yang Jian was also separated by a distance of hundreds of miles, looking at the old monk Vatican coldly.

After a long time, Yang Jian smiled slightly and nodded slightly to the old monk.

Holding the handle of the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, he suddenly stabbed fiercely forward.

Stab out with one knife!

There was no sound, and there was no wind of a knife.

The old monk Vatican on the meditation platform in the distance suddenly chanted Fanxuan, the wound on the little finger of his right hand was torn apart rapidly, only the sound of gold and iron cracking was heard, and his little finger suddenly broke at the root.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The old monk Vatican stared blankly at his broken finger, and suddenly pointed at Yang Jian from a distance, "Benefactor, do you dare to enter my Buddhist kingdom?"

The mountain with a height of tens of thousands of miles and a radius of a million miles suddenly shone with a large golden light. Countless flying Buddha girls descended slowly in the golden light, and many dragon girls, yakshas, ​​and asuras with bright eyes and bright teeth emerged from the flowers and trees. Singing, dancing and playing in the flower forest is a bit more confusing out of thin air.

Without saying a word, Yang Jian picked up the long knife and took a step forward, reaching the foot of the big mountain in one step.

Countless resentful spirits rushed out of the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire roaring, trying to grab Yang Jian's body and drag him into the boundless hell.

With a light wave of the three-pointed two-edged knife, countless vengeful spirits wailed in unison, and they were broken into two pieces at the waist, and turned into blue smoke in the blink of an eye.

Yang Jian tapped his toe lightly, and the mountain of knives broke immediately, the sea of ​​fire was extinguished, and the boundless sea of ​​blood dried up in an instant. The scope of the huge Buddhist kingdom of the old monk Vatican shrank by [-]% in an instant.

Slowly climbing up the mountain step by step, Yang Jian's clear and clear voice resounded throughout the Shiva Jackfruit Heaven.

"Buddhism has its own merits and virtues. How can you say that it is a sage orthodox. But there is a group of Buddhist scum, who don't learn good Zen skills and magic methods, and specialize in these illusions that confuse people's eyes. Such illusions, even if you have the cultivation base of an ancient Buddha , what's the use?"

Countless beauties twisted their waists and greeted Yang Jian.

With a flash of knife light, countless enchanting figures were shattered into pieces.

Countless Tianlong Babu people roared angrily, and headed down to Yang Jian.

It was still the flash of the knife, and all the gods and Buddhas were shattered.

Countless Vajra Kings waved the Buddhist artifacts and slammed them down like raindrops, but the clear light of the knife still flickered so lightly that countless King Kong Ming Kings also turned into pieces and fell one after another.

Every time the knife light flashed, there was a deep scar on Monk Fantuo's body.

As Yang Jian climbed up the mountainside step by step, all five fingers of Vatican's left hand were broken, and the five fingers, wrist, elbow, and shoulder of his right hand also fell off without a sound, and colorful glazed gold blood flowed all over the ground.

The old monk Vatican looked at Yang Jian dumbfounded. He was trembling and wanted to say something, but how could he say it?

Although Vatican is hundreds of miles high, he sits on the top of the mountain.

Although Yang Jian is only eight feet tall, he only stands on the mountainside.

but!

Everyone felt that it was Yang Jian who was condescendingly looking down on the old monk Vatican.

Yang Jian just walked towards the old monk Vatican step by step, his voice shook even Shiva jackfruit trembling faintly.

"Let you transform the three thousand worlds, let you manifest the eighteen hells, let you change the three thousand mortals like a wheel, old monk, who are you as my lord? I don't obey the control of heaven, and I don't want to be sent by the earth. In the three realms, I am free and easy. .One heart, only seeking the infinite. Your mere illusion, in front of my eyes, is nothing more than a firefly in winter, a life-or-death stupid waste!"

The old monk Vatican was furious, he stood up suddenly, raised his right leg and was about to kick Yang Jian hard, and stepped on the top of Yang Jian's head.

However, as soon as he lifted his foot, Yang Jian was already behind him, a knife light with a sense of overwhelming beauty, across the neck of the old monk Vatican, the old monk Vatican had a huge head, flying high , together with the eight relics in his body, were cut into pieces with a single knife.

"My lord, this time I am one step ahead!"

Yang Jian stood on the Zen platform on the top of the mountain, lowered his head and smiled indifferently at the dumbfounded monkey squatting on the roof of Wu Hai's car shed.

The old monk Vatican's body disintegrated piece by piece, turning into countless golden light rains and scattering in all directions, among which the purest and most original energy was integrated into Yang Jian's body.

Yang Jian's body was full of light, and a sudden burst of fresh air flew into the sky.

Three clusters of green lotus floated in the clear air, and gradually the green lotus turned into a dazzling golden color.

The three golden lotuses swayed up and down for a while, and gradually released a bright golden light, covering Yang Jian's whole body.

With one blow, the old monk Vatican fell, and Yang Jian's cultivation level steadily stepped into the middle-grade realm of the emperor.

Among so many people around Wu Hai, Yang Jian was the first person to enter the middle-rank realm of the emperor.

"Hey, as expected of Erlang Xianshengzhenjun!"

Han Xiaobai sighed faintly: "It's okay to be so handsome in life, and to improve so fast, how can you be in love, how can you be in love! Fortunately, this guy has no interest in beautiful women, otherwise, where would we have a chance to come out?"

After feeling a few times, Han Xiaoba reached into his underwear resentfully, and took out a cigar slowly.

The monkey stood up slowly and gave Yang Jian a thumbs up.

"Good Erlang, hey, next time, watch Grandpa mine!"

The monkey picked up the mourning stick and tilted his head forcefully.

He jumped up in the air, smashed the mountain of Buddha Kingdom that the old monk Vatican was disintegrating with a stick, and then flew forward for more than a million miles in a row of more than a dozen somersaults, pointing at the Daxue Mountain with a long stick : "From Wuna Mountain, here is a big enough one, so that your grandpa will be beaten with [-] sticks!"

He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly three times, and the monkey roared loudly.

"Come on, come on, grandpa won't bully you juniors, I will do it later, I can let you make three moves first!"