Sword Master Ling Tian

Pure Yang Finger has always been Ling Tian's killer, whether in the lower realm or after his ascension.

This was originally a god-level supernatural power, and even Ling Tian would not choose to use it under ordinary circumstances.

But this time, it was different.

The Fan was pure and tyrannical, and the army was fighting, Ling Tian also thought that he wanted to fight quickly.

The pure Yang finger was enough to shock the battlefield.

The terrifying five fingers lie in the void, which is more than ten thousand feet.

The five fingers grasped towards that Fanjing.

The terrifying spirituality locks it.

"Ok!?"

Seeing the pure Yang fingers that Ling Tian sacrificed crazily pressed, the space collapsed everywhere he went.

With such a powerful magical power, Fan Jing was surprised and suspicious.

He came from the imperial palace, although he is not a character, but he has always looked down on the martial arts level of the chaotic battlefield.

But today's Ling Tian is obviously not comparable to the Tianjiao in the chaotic battlefield.

Just like this pure yang finger, the dark imperial palace just now is absolutely top-notch magical powers.

"The Lord of Buddha and Demons!"

Fanjing shouted angrily, and held the stick in his hand to stand in front of him.

Facing such a fierce attack from Ling Tian, ​​he could only resist it with all his strength.

"Crack!"

However, when the pure Yang finger fell, it shook on his Zen stick.

The terrifying power made Fanjing's face change drastically.

Before he could react, Chun Yang's fingers swallowed him.

Bang!

After three breaths, Fan Jing was shaken out of the pure Yang fingers.

And the pure yang finger, in the void, also exploded.

Ling Tian looked at that Fanjing.

But I didn't expect that Fan Jing was really not dead under the pure Yang finger.

But although he was not killed by a finger, at this time, his robes were broken and his body was charred.

Even his face was already **** and bloody, looking extremely hideous.

Immortal, he was already embarrassed to the extreme.

Under Ling Tian's pure Yang finger, unless Xianjun's combat power, otherwise, there is absolutely no way to take it safely.

"Hehe, Fanjing, are you just like that?"

"Can you still take me a finger?"

Ling Tian hovered above the battlefield, looking at Fanjing,

"Hehe, this finger is indeed very strong!"

"But you want to kill me, you still think too much!"

"Darkness, Buddha Demon Transformation!"

Before he finished his words, his jacket burst suddenly, revealing his dark and strong skin, with an ancient Sanskrit inscribed on the surface. The Sanskrit is as large as a tattoo, attached to most of his body.

The Sanskrit script twists and turns, like a terrifying evil spirit.

Immediately, weird appeared all the way, and the lines of Sanskrit gleamed like dark red blood on the skin.

The light of evil has transformed the Buddha's power that was originally covered with Brahma's body into evil magic power.

Now, Fanjing has completely turned into a demon, no longer a Buddha.

"this is……"

Such an evil scene made everyone on the battlefield suddenly shrink their pupils.

After a while, Fanjing burst out with monstrous magic light, and his body also wriggled strangely.

In the end, he turned into a demon body tens of feet high.

Surrounded by the magic light behind him, Fanjing seemed to be infinite, close to Xianjun's combat power.

"Ling Tian, ​​this is my original face of Fanjing, tremble!"

boom!

The majestic Demon Dao's coercion suddenly swept across the entire Ascension Gate, and in the thick dark red magic light, everyone could clearly see that Fanjing's body was constantly changing.

Click!

The sound of bones bursting and muscle reorganization seemed very harsh in this strange blood.

Many people's faces changed in an uproar, and this scene was really strange.

"It turns out that this is the truest appearance of Fanjing."

Jinxian of Human Race frowned and asked.

Before, when Fanjing was in the Hanshan Temple of the Human Race, he was quite famous. He was a sacred monk who had been rare in thousands of years. He cut demons and exterminated demons, and his precious appearance was solemn. He was the pride of Hanshan Temple.

But now, looking at the appearance of Fanjing, even the monks of Hanshan Temple shook their heads helplessly and said the Buddha's name.

Over the years, they have also been deceived by Fanjing.

"Ling Tian, ​​my Fanjing has been dormant in the chaotic battlefield for hundreds of years, and now I have waited for you for more than a hundred years on the road to ascending immortals, in order to kill you under the gate of ascending immortals!"

"Give up, the Dark Emperor Palace, you will never be allowed to enter the Seven Immortals!"

Fan purified his body and sneered.

"Very well, it is not bad to be able to force your body out. Wearing my Buddhist robes all day is sacred and sacred."

Ling Tian was still motionless.

boom!

Under the gate of ascending immortality, the rich magic light suddenly dispersed, and it appeared that the tall and tall Van Gogh magic body walked out of the magic light.

The figure was covered with black scale armor, and when viewed from a distance, the body was filled with weird magic patterns. Faintly, there was a hint of weird aura, Ling Tian at this moment looked like a monster that only existed in ancient times, extremely terrifying.

"I didn't expect to be able to force me to this level, but everything is about to end!"

The scarlet light in Fanjing's eyes flashed, his hands clenched tightly, feeling the power surging to explode, the desire for killing and destruction violently stirred in his heart.

Right now, he already has a combat power comparable to that of Xianjun.

Whoosh!

As soon as the voice fell, the magic lines on his body squirmed, and his body shook suddenly, and a storm suddenly rose in the void.

The Zen stick in his hand manifested again, and he smashed it madly towards Ling Tian.

"This time, looking at your finger, can you still be prestigious?"

Where the stick swept across, the void collapsed.

This time the supernatural power of Fanjing has been reborn.

When the power of the Zen stick was about to fall on his body, Ling Tian let out a cold snort, the dragon scales all over his body suddenly rose, the wings bloomed behind his back, and his big hand raised again.

Thunder, Xianhuo, Qihai Xianyuan, coupled with the vigorous dragon power, once again condensed into the sky-covering fingers, greeted them.

Pure Yang Wuji, breaking through the force!

The big finger flickered like a comet and burst out.

The pure yang finger shook the horrible Zen stick, and the violent power was instantly vented, but this time, the pure yang finger, which had always been invincible, broke apart every inch.

Under the huge force, the void beneath Ling Tian's feet burst open.

Chun Yang pointed out that it was broken this time.

Under absolute power, pure Yang Zhi can no longer perform miracles.

Unless Ling Tian can be promoted to Jinxian, or true dragon nine changes, to the second change.

Ling Tian glanced at his right arm, and with one blow, there were cracks and bleeding stains.

Horrible, this pure body of Brahma gave him a huge advantage in his cultivation in one fell swoop.

Fan Jing was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect Ling Tian to actually block his scepter. In his peak state, he once punched the human race of the late Golden Immortal stage to death.

Unexpectedly, Ling Tian's cultivation base was not at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal, and he actually blocked him.

This guy's cultivation technique is probably not simple.

That's right, if it's mediocre and has no chances, how could he be the one chosen along the way as a small human race.

But wait for the next time, what about the second time?