Cover the sky

Ye Fan already had a sword in his hand and pointed at Mount Sumeru, but there seemed to be an ancient emperor awakening there, releasing an incomparably majestic force to resist him.

On Mount Sumeru, the Eight Tribes took the initiative, and each of them rushed down the mountain like a flood, all of them were so powerful that it was surprising.

"All of them are saints, there are many people in one group, how powerful is the eight groups?!" Ye Tong changed color.

There was a long howl, and Gu Jinpeng beside Ye Fan fluttered its wings, and its golden feathers were dazzling. It spread its wings soaring to the sky, and slaughtered the Garuda gods in the middle, launching a fierce lore.

"Boom!"

It swung its wings horizontally like a fist, and when it went up, it killed several golden birds, dripping blood and flying feathers.

"This seems to be a kind of boxing technique, with such enormous power!" Yan Yixi whispered, and everyone in the back looked moved.

Dapeng King Fist!

This is what Gu Jinpeng felt when he watched Ye Fan create the Heavenly Emperor Fist. He stood on his shoulders and realized the supernatural powers under the Bodhi tree.

"Pfft!", "Pfft!"...

Blood splattered, the divine feathers were messy, and the golden-winged roc unleashed its king fist, killing all the bird gods cleanly and neatly.

Everyone was surprised, and the old monk and a group of arhats on Mount Sumeru also changed their colors. This ancient Jinpeng has reached the heavenly king state and is about to become a great saint, and this kind of supernatural power is too strong!

There was a roar from Mount Sumeru, and many golden bird gods rushed out of the virtual gate again, filling up the eight tribes, which surprised Ye Tong and the others.

"These are not real bodies, not the original eight tribes, but formed by the thought power of Mount Sumeru." Princess Shencan said.

"Brothers, what are you waiting for? Come with me and cut off the eight tribes, so that they can never appear again." Long Ma shouted.

It took out an ancient stele with the word "Heavenly Soldiers" engraved on it, and moved it together with a total of ten holy kings, including the nine-tailed crocodile dragon, the golden lion, and the black bear saint. In an instant, there was a strong wind here, the evil spirit was overwhelming, and there were people everywhere. Shout out to kill Zhen Tianyu.

Hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers appeared out of thin air, and rushed forward like dark clouds one after another. After so many years of running-in, Longma and the others could really display part of the divine power of the ancient stele of heavenly soldiers.

The one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and the eight armies can be said to have the same effect, they can kill inexhaustibly, limitlessly, and shock the world.

Swords and swords, blood and rain flying, war drums like thunder, and magic weapons all over the sky, this place is in chaos, and the shouts of killing are deafening, almost turning the universe upside down.

At the end of the killing, the eight tribes were dimmed, and the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers also slowly faded away, returning to the stone tablet, and peace was restored here.

He could clearly see blood splattering and murderous intent, but all of these disappeared.

"Amitabha, benefactor, you are too obsessed. You must know that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and you can turn back to the shore." The old monk spoke earnestly, with a look of sorrow on his face.

"Let my disciple come back." Ye Fan said calmly.

"Your master-student fate is over, you need to know how to let go in life, so just turn around and leave." The old monk clasped his hands together and said, staring at the dark red long sword in Ye Fan's hand, extremely jealous.

"Monk bird, shut up!" Longma reprimanded. Hearing the other party's merciful mouth, it was so false, it couldn't help but want to yell, there was no reason to say it.

"Is this what you said there are only Buddhas and principles left here?" Ye Fan sneered and commented: "It's empty like silence!"

At this moment, he started to take steps, staring at the immeasurable Buddha's light of Mount Sumeru, advancing under great pressure, holding a dark red fairy sword, pointing at the old monk, ready to strike.

"It's not my idea to kill to stop fighting. It's a sin, Amitabha Buddha. The big devil forced me to kill. I ask the Buddha to forgive me." The old monk chanted the mantra.

"Boom!" With a loud sound, countless Buddha lights appeared behind him. With a loud roar, the earth shook and the mountains shook. The entire Mount Sumeru seemed to have revived, and he wanted to suppress Ye Fan with the power of teaching.

Chapter 1494

"Boom!" With a loud sound, the power of faith on Mount Sumeru surged, and a small Mount Sumeru appeared behind the old monk, which was completely built by the power of thoughts.

It is said to be a trumpet, but compared with ordinary mountains, it is still huge and boundless, soaring into the clouds, it is directly suppressed, faster than all speeds, majestic and terrifying.

Everyone's face changed, which clearly showed a kind of extreme power, and there were wisps of emperor's air flowing down, which shocked people's hearts.

Moreover, the suppression of this mountain was too fast, it was so huge, it was crushed directly, and the sky collapsed, and it was almost impossible to avoid it.

Long Ma cursed, and said: "The bald thief is really hypocritical, and he is full of mercy, just to buy time to build this mountain, your uncle!"

Ye Fan moved, and his whole body exploded with light in an instant. He stepped on a golden magic circle and strode forward.

Chi!

A ray of red clouds flew up, and the long sword in his hand shot out a ray of celestial light, slashing straight at the suppressed "Small Mount Sumeru", and he himself was also moving forward.

This is a veritable hard shake, and the fight is all about energy and energy, and you can't back down.

Because the old monk is by no means the leader of Mount Sumeru, if he is afraid of him, then there is no need to fight in the future.

Ye Fan's preparation for such a long time has also raised his mana to the peak. The two can be said to have used the strongest blow, colliding together and the universe collapsed!

Landslides, sword light shattering, the two are like a vast sea, a terrifying collision occurred, magnificent and boundless.

Everyone did not change their expressions, how terrifying Mount Sumeru was, it actually blocked the blow of the imperial weapon, the power of faith is so huge and tyrannical, it is shocking.

"The breath of the great emperor is permeating. This thought power is the seed planted by Amitabha Buddha. After being blessed by all beings, it is already against the sky!" Taoist Shencan suddenly said.

When everyone heard this, they were all taken aback.

Taoist Shencan was drunk, holding a wine gourd in his hand, looking very decadent, this was the first time he had spoken in front of people.

"The water in the western desert is deep, so it's true. I really don't know what terrible arrangement Amitabha Buddha has left on this mountain." Qi Luo said to himself, and everyone's hearts sank.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turning back is the shore." The old monk was very indifferent, standing halfway up the mountain, and the glorious temple behind him made him sacred and peaceful.

Ye Fan snorted coldly, this time he rushed forward, the killing sword in his hand trembled violently, he swung four swords in succession, all of them landed on Mount Sumeru with tremendous power.

"Almsgiver, you are obsessed with obsession. There is a way in life, who can sing all the way, there should be a choice, Amitabha." The old monk recited the Buddha, and another Mount Sumeru formed by the power of thoughts rose behind him and pressed forward.

In the rear, people all gritted their teeth. This kind of hypocrisy is more hateful than the real villain.Longma hated him so much that he wanted to step out of his sixteen petals with one hoof, and directly step on his face to bloom.

Ye Fan sneered again and again, this time the sword energy was extraordinarily strong, and the four paths merged into one, opening a path, and he actually wanted to break into Mount Sumeru.

"No!" The people behind screamed.

The old monk smiled, and the mind power around him surged like a vast sea, blazing and dazzing, and the mind power recovered, he almost became one with the entire Mount Sumeru, controlling the infinite and powerful power.

Chi!

The sword glowed ten thousand times, colliding with the power of faith, like overwhelming the river and the sea, the entire sky was ruined, it was very terrifying, the sword energy and the power of faith soared to the sky, making the stars outside the region tremble.

But at this time, Ye Fan was silent, and there was a cauldron of the Mother Qi of all things floating above his head, with the mouth of the cauldron facing down, pouring out a galaxy-like light.

"Boom!"

There is a third kind of power in this place, which is extremely powerful and extremely terrifying, and it is also the power of faith, but it is incompatible with the one on Mount Sumeru. The two meet, burn violently, and devour each other.

In just an instant, a vacuum appeared in front of him, and a path was cut out.