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"Blue Dragon Nirvana, death withers."

Zhong Lin's eyes were dark, full of nothingness and indifference, as if all the light in the world could not illuminate the darkness.

Then a pure black dragon claw, shining with the flames of death, grabbed Mingxin and Shoujing.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Mingxin and Shoujing screamed and flew out. A circle of thick black water wrapped around their bodies. The death power contained in this attack was as thick as water, and it directly poured into their bodies, washing their limbs and every meridian.

Zhong Lin, who had comprehended the realm of life and death, had a deeper understanding when he performed the Blue Dragon Nirvana again. The power was more terrifying, and the death power in it was even thicker.

Strictly speaking, the Blue Dragon Nirvana in the Eight Styles of the Blue Dragon can only be performed by warriors in the realm of life and death, and the pure power of death can only be carried by warriors in the realm of life and death who have trained to be immortal.

Before, Zhong Lin only comprehended "Blue Dragon Nirvana" to perfection with the help of the system panel. Even so, when he performed it, the dragon scales burst, exploded into pieces, and blood splashed.

That was because his body could not bear the powerful death power of the Eight Styles of Blue Dragon.

Now, not only is his body strong, but he has also comprehended the realm of life and death. When he performs Blue Dragon Nirvana with pure death power, it is even more powerful. Just one blow made Mingxin and Shoujing, two Vajra Arhats of the fifth level of the Life and Death Mirror, unable to fight back.

"Damn it!"

The monk Chuan Deng, who had been waiting for good news, did not expect that it would be so reversed in just a few breaths. At this time, he would no longer watch the show.

"Buddha has mercy on me. I have fallen into a maze. Please stop."

After the monk Chuan Deng said this, his figure trembled and he was suddenly submerged in a flood of Buddha light. Millions of ancient golden Sanskrit characters rose to the sky, forming a huge Buddha palm. Five huge golden fingers were like pillars supporting the sky, surging with the most yang and strong power, grabbing Zhong Lin with thunderous force.

"Monk, do you think you can catch me?"

Zhong Lin jumped up from the ground, and used the "White Crane Soaring in the Sky" in "Xing Shen Quan Dao" to the extreme, easily dodging the golden Buddha palm.

In front of the unparalleled martial arts of the Immortal Evil Emperor, even the old monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Land would be helpless.

"Buddha has mercy on me."

The monk Chuan Deng had no expression on his face. The huge hand composed of countless golden Sanskrit characters gently dispersed the space storm brought by Zhong Lin when he performed the White Crane Soaring in the Sky, and chased after him, still grabbing Zhong Lin at a very fast speed.

However, at this time, Zhong Lin no longer flickered, nor jumped, nor galloped, but took a step forward, upright, carrying unparalleled power, like the sky pressing down.

Boom!

The rolling blood and qi like the vast ocean crushed in an instant, covering the entire sky.

And his body, in this step, suddenly expanded and filled all the space.

At this moment, Zhong Lin's body clearly did not change, but in the eyes of everyone, his body was simply standing tall and majestic.

In a trance, it seemed that a terrifying existence with mountains and rivers under its feet and the sun, moon and stars around it came to the world.

Boom!

The air within thousands of miles in front of him was suddenly squeezed and exploded by the brutal body, and the whistling wind tore through the void.

In the rolling fist, Zhong Lin's arm went straight up, his five fingers clenched into a fist, and a form of form and spirit fist blasted towards the monk Chuan Deng.

Boom!

From then on, the thunder that was everywhere between heaven and earth exploded under this punch.

The monk Chuan Deng could no longer maintain the calmness on his face. Where was the quiet demeanor of Buddhism?

He put his hands together in front of his chest, and a huge golden Buddha figure appeared behind him. The majestic Buddha sat on the lotus platform, looking down at all living beings.

"The Buddha is in front of you, why don't you kneel down."

Buzz buzz buzz!

For a moment, the whole world was illuminated by golden light, and billions of rays of light burst out, covering the four fields of heaven and earth.

"Buddha? I'm hitting the Buddha."

Zhong Lin's fist rolled and moved, and the fist print went up.

Although it was from bottom to top, the monk Chuan Deng had an illusion that it was like a sacred mountain collapsing and mountains and rivers pressing down.

It seemed that he saw the terrifying power of the ancient sky-supporting monster rolling and roaring wantonly, playing with the sun and the moon, and playing with the world.

Rumble!

Like a raging avalanche of waves that destroyed the world, like a volcanic eruption that burned the world, like an extinction tide that annihilated everything.

Under this fist intent, everything in the world, visible and invisible, vitality, sound waves, light, everything was groaning, breaking, and roaring in despair.

In such a terrifying power, only Zhong Lin's calm and indifferent voice sounded: "What about the Buddha? Who in the world cannot be killed!"

Rumble!

The roar of the monk Chuan Deng was drowned in the violent fist intent torrent.

God's power is like a prison!

No mistake, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

With one punch, the figure of the Buddha disappeared in the sky.

Kuang Hao, Lan Qihua and others who had been watching the battle from a distance couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, and other warriors who were coming from afar to witness all this were even more dumbfounded, their scalps numb, and they could hardly hold themselves.

Huh!

Zhong Lin shook his arm, and the torrent of fist power in the sky dissipated. The broken body of the monk Chuan Deng fell from the air. Only the rise and fall of his chest showed that he was not completely dead.

"Who... who are you?"

The monk's eyes were dazzling, staring tightly at Zhong Lin.

"Tianjian Holy Land, Jiange Zhonglin."

Zhong Lin stood above the void, glanced at the four wild eyes, and his voice fluttered in the sky.

"It's him!"

"Do you know who he is?"

"Hmm! A few days ago, you know the day of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword of the Sword!

"His! It turned out to be this, it is indeed the younger brother of the sword Tu king.

"You are all the old yellow calendar. Just day, the Swordsman passed the information, and the sixth sage returned. Who do you know?"

A young warrior with a thin body and a white -faced young warrior looked at the proud Zhong Lin Road in the void.

"The Sixth Son is returned?

"Yes, a few months ago, Zhong Lin crown through the nine -story sword tower, and passed the test of the Holy Land to become the sixth sage today."

Everyone's eyes are even more different. If there is still the glory of the younger brother of the sword slaughter, but at this moment it is also glorious.

In the ten domains of the Eastern Wilderness, the Son of the Holy Lands itself represents sufficient majesty. Although it is not as good as those of the king, it is still enough to be called "underneath."

Zhong Lin did not ignore the messy words around him, and his body slowly flew towards the monk.

"My Buddha is compassionate."