I have a magic pot

Han Feng's body stood upright again.

"Um……!?"

Sensing the change of Han Feng's aura, Jiang Fusheng's miraculous eyes and pupils shrank, staring at the top of Han Feng's head, black and white.

"This is... the Yin-Yang Dao!"

Jiang Fusheng's eyes were shocked suddenly, and there was an unbelievable look in his eyes.

Yin and Yang in the world, all-encompassing, infinitely changing, is the great way in the world!

"How could you comprehend such a way!"

Jiang Fusheng was shocked.

But at this moment, Han Feng has closed his eyes, the rhyme of Taoism is flowing, and his heart is as still as water.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Fusheng spoke indifferently.

"Hmph, although I don't know what chance you have to be able to glimpse such a great way, but your way is illusory, and you must have only grasped the surface. Under my sage way, you are still vulnerable!"

After all, in Jiang Fusheng's pupils, the strange light turned into a whirlpool like a tide.

The phantom of the saint above his head became clearer and clearer, the sun, moon and stars shone brightly, and scriptures circulated.

There is a voice of a sage, if it comes from nine heavens.

"Only virtue moves the sky, and there is no limit. If you are full, you will lose, but you will benefit from modesty. Time is the way of heaven!"

The voice of the sage is immeasurable, every word and sentence, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, suppressing Han Feng.

Under this boundless pressure, Han Feng's body trembled slightly, as if he would collapse at any moment.

However, the vague "yin and yang two qi" above the head seemed to dissolve all external forces and kept Han Feng from falling.

……

When the Voice of the Holy Way and Yin and Yang are in fierce confrontation.

On the square, the game between Jiang Fusheng and Han Feng on the chessboard has reached a critical moment.

The two general trends are inseparable, and the law fluctuations on the two of them are becoming more and more violent.

At this time, Han Feng's body trembled slightly, and Jiang Fusheng, who was originally indifferent, was already sweating from his forehead, and his body began to tremble slightly.

Seeing this scene, everyone present was sweating.

Even Qi Yannian, vice president of Tiansheng Academy, had a look of astonishment in his eyes.

According to what he thought, Jiang Fusheng and Han Feng's battle for the Dao would never be so intense. Did something unexpected happen?

At this time, on the main hall square, Tuoba Yilan secretly clenched her fists and prayed silently in her heart: "Han Feng, you can't be defeated!"

……

At this time, Han Feng and Jiang Fusheng lived in the world.

"A person's ability to do something makes him ashamed of his actions, and his state will prosper..."

The voice of the sage was like thunder in the nine heavens, and the mantra of the sage filled the sky, and they continued to be suppressed.

The already vague yin and yang energy behind Han Feng has become more and more illusory at this moment, but it is still speeding up, and the Tao rhyme remains undiminished.

The collision of the two avenues has reached the extreme.

At this moment, Jiang Fusheng's calm and calm face has become a little difficult.

He stared at Han Feng coldly.

"Hmph, Han Feng, I preach on behalf of a saint, you can't be my opponent, surrender!"

Having said that, the gaze he looked at Han Feng had already become serious, even showing a hint of murderous intent!

As the holy son of Tianshengyuan, he stood out from countless arrogance, and his belief in his way was as firm as a rock.

He was confident that the Holy Way was invincible in the world, but he never expected that Han Feng in front of him could comprehend the legendary Yin-Yang Dao and compete with his own Holy Way so far.

If it wasn't for the short time for the other party to comprehend the Dao, maybe today, he would have been defeated...

Thinking of this, Jiang Fusheng couldn't calm down.

He knew that if he didn't suppress this person today and make him surrender, he would definitely create a big enemy for himself in the future, and even give birth to a demon, so he suppressed Han Feng even more violently.

Facing Jiang Fusheng's disturbing words, although Han Feng was about to reach his limit at the moment, he was still resolute and unmoved.

However, at this moment, in Han Feng's mind as silent as water, there came a cold and hoarse voice that seemed to come from Jiuyou.

"A mere Zhuzi dares to call himself the way of a sage. Compared with Confucius and Mencius, this person's way is no more than the power of a firefly.

Boy, let me use your mouth to discuss with him! "

The first thousand and 440 chapter four is crushed by Dao heart

In Han Feng's mind, a voice suddenly sounded, and then a cold breath enveloped his whole body.

Han Feng was startled, and in an instant, he sensed that this aura came from the third layer of the Nine Heavens and Earth of the Demon Refining Pot.

The opponent didn't hit the seal, but just released his breath through the seal.

Han Feng hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his will, and this breath filled his whole body!

At the same time, in Jiang Fusheng's eyes.

The yin and yang qi above Han Feng's head quickly disappeared, as if finally collapsed under the suppression of the holy way.

He was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately took advantage of the situation to shout.

"Han Feng, if you want to be a saint of the Son, hurry up and kneel down!"

His voice is transmitted through the voice of the saint, with supreme majesty, which makes people worship.

However, Han Feng, who was floating with his eyes closed, remained motionless.

"Um……?"

Just when Jiang Fusheng was puzzled, Han Feng spoke, but his voice became cold and hoarse.

"Hehe... Let me kneel down for you, do you really think that you are the most holy teacher here?"

In a word, Jiang Fusheng, who was blessed by Shengwei, stagnated for no reason, and his back was icy cold.

He clearly felt that Han Feng's temperament suddenly changed.

When he was startled, Han Feng's closed eyes slowly opened and closed.

Its pupils turned out to be a strange dark red!

The moment he looked at him, Jiang Fusheng only felt that the world in front of him was turned upside down, and suddenly turned into a blood red. It was the blood that flowed thousands of miles, buried millions of corpses, the bones were exposed in the wild, and there was no chicken crowing for thousands of miles...

The whole world was shrouded in endless killing, without a trace of life, Jiang Fusheng only felt suffocated for a while, and a great fear arose in his heart.

For a moment, his mind faltered, and the phantom of the saint above his head almost collapsed!

The next moment, Jiang Fusheng woke up like a nightmare, his body trembled suddenly, although he broke free from the illusion, his body was already soaked in sweat.

Just one look gave him such a terrifying feeling.

"you……!"

The way he looked at Han Feng no longer had the solemnity before, but became a little frightened and uneasy.

But soon, he forced himself to stabilize his mind, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, no matter how you pretend to be a ghost, under my holy way, the only way is to be suppressed!"

Hearing this, a strange smile appeared on Han Feng's face.

"Hehe... suppress me?"

This sneer made Jiang Fusheng's hairs stand all over his body, and his heart was full of uneasiness.

But Han Feng slowly raised his head, passed Jiang Fusheng, and looked at the so-called "saint shadow" above his head, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"An unpopular path dares to be called a holy preacher, just let me say a word!"

The blood in Han Feng's eyes lit up, and his hoarse voice suddenly became majestic and terrifying, like thousands of troops galloping and thunder rolling!

"Soldiers, lethal weapons!"

In just five words, a bloody light shot up from the top of Han Feng's head, and expanded instantly with the momentum of opening the sky!

In the blink of an eye, the world was dyed blood red!

Blood light swallowed the sun, moon and sky, and endless killing breath filled every corner.

"Roar……!"

At this moment, a sharp claw tore apart the world, and under the light of blood, a white tiger with a body like snow and a body bigger than a star came to the world.

With one paw, it tilted like a pillar of heaven, with the power of Zhezhou Luchen, and directly tore the phantom of the saint in the air, turning it into countless golden lights and escaping in all directions.

"Roar……!"

The white tiger roared, and with its breath, divine light swept across the universe, swallowing up those golden lights!

"what……!"

Jiang Fusheng, who was under the radiance of the saint, witnessed all this with his own eyes, and couldn't help uttering a scream, his face turned pale, and he was panic-stricken.

It was hard for him to imagine that the holy way he believed in was so vulnerable under the opponent's way.

But Han Feng stared at this person with blood eyes, but there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"You mere squirrels are not worthy of discussing with me, get out!"

With a cold scold, the white tiger roared angrily, and slapped Jiang Fusheng with its claws, smashing the world in front of him!

"Boom...!"

On the square of the main hall, on the chessboard that was stalemate, Jiang Fusheng's white pieces, which had the upper hand, exploded, and the chessboard also shattered.

"what……!"

Originally shrouded in brilliance, Jiang Fusheng, who was as bright as a god, screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew out of his body.

This scene stunned the onlookers in the square, as well as Qi Yannian and the four black-clothed guardians.

Qi Yannian rolled up his sleeves, and took Jiang Fusheng's body in front of him.

The air machine swept across Jiang Fusheng's body, and found that the opponent was not seriously injured, but suffered from the backlash of his own skill.

He felt a little relieved, and instantly helped the other party calm down the backlash in his body, and quickly asked, "Holy Son, what happened?"

At this moment, Jiang Fusheng just opened his eyes, his eyes were confused for a while, and then showed a look of panic and uneasiness, looking at Han Feng in the void.

"Vice-principal, I... my way was suppressed by him!"

"what!"

Qi Yannian was taken aback when he heard the words, Jiang Fusheng's strong Dao heart was rare even in the Tianyuan Dynasty, otherwise he would not have been selected as the Holy Son of Tianshengyuan.

And Han Feng was able to suppress his Dao, which is really appalling.

At this time, Jiang Fusheng was frightened and angry and said: "Vice President, if you don't get rid of this person, my Dao heart will collapse, and it will be difficult to improve!"

Qi Yannian looked at Jiang Fusheng's flickering dim pupils, and he already sensed that the other party's Dao heart had been broken, and his luck fell to the bottom.

He frowned and turned his head to look at the void.

At this time, Han Feng in the void has also opened his eyes, his eyes are calm.

Jin San and Shangguan Yang had already come to his side, and they were pleasantly surprised to see that Han Feng was safe and sound.

No one expected that this battle for the Great Dao provoked by the Holy Son of the Heavenly Holy Court would end up being his own fault and a disastrous defeat on the spot.

Everyone in the Qianlan Empire Mission was relieved and overjoyed.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A majestic momentum suddenly rose from the square of the main hall!

The golden pagoda, which was condensed by Qi Yannian's divine breath, reappeared once again, enveloping Han Feng, Jin San and Shangguan Yang.

At this moment, Qi Yannian flew high into the sky, his eyes glowed with divine light, and the vast aura of the late stage of the Yang God Realm swept the world!

The four True Yang Realm black-clothed guardians also erupted into the sky at this moment, and the power of the four laws was like a torrent, surrounding the three of them.

Seeing this situation, everyone in the Qianlan Empire was shocked. Jin San looked at Qi Yannian and said coldly, "Vice President Qi, now that the victory is over, what else do you want to do?"