Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

"Ha ha."

Ye Junlin sneered and charged up a palm to strike. The palm print shattered the void with terrifying force.

boom!

The golden swastika was shattered into pieces, and the terrifying impact came back to Master Ran Deng's handwriting, causing his whole arm to crackle.

"Well,"

Master Ran Deng stepped back more than ten feet, put one hand behind his back and trembled slightly, and raised the other hand in front of his chest. His old face was full of solemnity, and he said in a deep voice, "It turns out that I am looking down on you."

He obviously has the ability to successfully overcome tribulations, but he hides it deeply. What kind of strange habit is this?

If this guy had exposed his realm earlier, Xuankong Temple would never have messed with the Yuhua Sect!

It’s obviously going to be fishing! Get people hooked!

Ye Junlin flicked his fingers, "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

From the middle stage of transcending tribulation to reaching the perfection of transcending tribulation all at once, this span can rival others' tens of thousands or even 10,000+ years of hard work.

Therefore, in return, Ye Junlin generously decided to let this old bald donkey choose his own way of death.

Master Ran Deng was very angry, "Ye Junlin, I admit that your cultivation is as advanced as the rumors, but don't think that I will just die!"

You must know that once you reach the realm of transcending tribulation, your vitality will become extremely powerful. Unless the body completely turns into nothingness, even if there is a drop of blood or a piece of flesh left, there is still a chance of rebirth!

What's more, he is proficient in Buddhist techniques and has cultivated an indestructible body. The possibility of a strong man of the same level trying to kill him is extremely slim!

Therefore, Master Ran Deng felt that Ye Junlin was deliberately humiliating him!

Ye Junlin shook his head, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. As for how you die later, it's not up to you."

Master Ran Deng couldn't bear it anymore, "Don't be so rampant!"

He raised his hands to seal the secret, and when he raised his head high, there was a loud roar of a dragon. As the wind and clouds changed, a mighty celestial dragon phantom condensed into shape. Its huge body twisted and circled, releasing the terrifying dragon power. Two The eyes are as high as the thunder sun, shining brightly.

"Dawei Tianlong!"

An angry roar came from his mouth, making everyone dizzy.

The next second, the heavenly dragon flew away with its fangs and claws bared, giving it a strong sense of oppression.

"Tsk, little loach."

Ye Junlin reached out his hand calmly.

Boom, there was the sound of millstones rolling in the void, and then a big hand emitting blazing white light came out. The texture of the palm was clear and as white as jade. Upon closer inspection, there were dense symbols, which contained the power of destruction!

Supreme Bone Skill, Hand of God!

"Roar!"

The dragon's roar was deafening.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the menacing Tianlong was firmly grasped by a big hand of white light. Tianlong swung its body crazily but was unable to break free.

This scene is very visually stunning!

"Destroy me!"

Ye Junlin shouted softly.

Then, the hand of God, exuding immeasurable divine power, captured the silver-white dragon. The process was clean and neat, without any sloppiness.

"What?!" Master Ran Deng was surprised. The mighty Tianlong was one of Xuankong Temple's special skills. He didn't expect it to be destroyed so easily.

Swish!

The hand of God came with terrifying pressure.

Master Ran Deng's scalp was numb, and he didn't dare to underestimate him. The magic power in his body was overwhelming, and he used his hands to cast spells.

Soon, an ancient bronze lamp appeared overhead, its golden flame swaying, containing a mysterious power that was difficult to fathom.

Buzz~!

When this bronze lamp appeared, Master Ran Deng's aura quickly rose. He was solemn in appearance, without sadness or joy, as if the Buddha was personally present, sacred and inviolable.

He raised his hands high and stood upright, trying to resist the attack of the hand of God.

With a rumble, Master Ran Deng was photographed from the sky to the ground. With a huge impact, the ground began to sink crazily. The sand and dust were billowing in the air, and the sound was very shocking.

Just when everyone was in shock, Master Ran Deng's figure slowly rose up, but he looked a little embarrassed, with blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth. The bright treasure radiating from his body was far dimmer than before. The ancient bronze lamp above his head was originally The blazing flames were almost extinguished.

clap clap~

Applause sounded rhythmically.

Ye Junlin clapped his hands and chuckled: "Have a good life, have a good life."

This old bald donkey can resist the hand of God without dying, which shows that he has some ability.

The corners of Master Ran Deng's eyes were twitching, and the shock in his heart was hard to describe in words.

This is already his most powerful defensive posture. In a one-on-one duel, no one in the same situation can break his confidence. However, he was almost beaten to the point of physical collapse just now!

What did Master Ran Deng think of? He raised his hand in the air and erupted with a powerful suction force. The Zen practitioners in the Xuankong Temple in the distance did not dare to move. They watched as their storage bags flew away and landed on his in hand.

“It’s time to put the precious medicine obtained in Medicine King Valley to use!”

Master Ran Deng used his majestic magic power to quickly refine those precious medicines. Each of the precious medicines turned into the essence of medicinal power, which surged into his body. The treasures all over his body were brilliant. His condition instantly recovered a lot and he was full of energy. , eyes like lightning.

"Ye Junlin, don't be complacent, this battle has just begun!" Master Ran Deng said coldly.

Ye Junlin shook his head, "No, it's over."

"What do you mean?"

Master Ran Deng narrowed his eyes slightly, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

"I admit that your defense is very strong, but if I use this move, how should you respond?"

Then, Ye Junlin raised his hand and slowly made a simple fist gesture.

In an instant, a bright golden divine wheel appeared behind him, containing the sun, moon and stars, making him look like an undefeated god of war.

There were lightning and thunder in the sky, heavy rain and strong wind, and rolling clouds and mists, as if the whole world was trembling with the appearance of this fist.

"This, this boxing technique is..." Cold sweat broke out on Master Ran Deng's forehead, and he felt inexplicably familiar.

"You were in Yaowang Valley at that time, but you who received this punch, did you forget it so quickly?" Ye Junlin was carrying the vast golden divine wheel on his back. There were various ancient scenes on the surface of the divine wheel, revealing the aura of immortality. At that time, his white hair was dancing wildly, his eyes were golden, and his fully charged fists were about to be unleashed, and his endless murderous intent was firmly locked on the white-browed old monk.

Master Ran Deng was stunned at first, suppressing the panic in his heart, and deliberately ridiculed: "I think about it, that punch was nothing more than that, it didn't hurt or itch me, what? You want to do it again?"

Having said that, he has mobilized all his strength and is preparing to resist the opponent's attack.

Ye Junlin sneered: "Haha, just watch it."

boom!

Ye Junlin punched.

No words in the world can describe this punch.

Master Ran Deng's pupils shrank, and what he reflected in his pupils were horrific scenes such as the collapse of heaven and earth, the inversion of yin and yang, the shattering of stars, and the extinction of the sun and moon.

The majestic and invincible fist intention makes people surrender. The bright golden fist seal carries the power of annihilation and presses hard.

Fight the Holy Fist!

"Hmph, bluff!"

Master Ran Deng took a deep breath, clasped his hands together and stood like a Buddhist golden body, with a posture as majestic as Mount Tai, ready to receive the punch head-on.

He felt that since he could catch it in Yaowang Valley, he was confident that he could do it outside!

boom……

A huge ball of blazing light bloomed, and the scene was like a sun exploding. The thousands of rays of light released made countless people close their eyes.

Master Ran Deng spurted blood from his mouth, his expression was extremely painful, and there was deep shock in his eyes.

How could this punch be so terrifying? !

"die!"

Ye Junlin used all his strength to activate the Dou Zhan Holy Fist, pouring it all on the opponent without reservation.

"Uh-huh..." Master Ran Deng's body was like ice and snow being burned by fire, and his flesh and blood were evaporating at an incredible speed. All his previous pride was shattered by this punch!

The large copper-colored bowl that originally enveloped the surroundings also naturally disappeared, meaning that the caster was completely dead.

The sky and the earth returned to silence again, and the blazing light gradually dissipated. When many monks opened their eyes and looked around in surprise, they found that there was no longer the figure of Master Ran Deng, only the silver-haired young man standing with his hands behind his back, with an invincible posture.

For a moment, the entire audience was silent!