This person is too murderous

Princess Jiangling and others urged the machine bird, and Jiang Daoming preserved the true essence.

Tianhui was also nursing his injuries, but Jiang Daoming was too harsh. Without the help of ten days and a half months and medicinal materials, it would be impossible to recover to 70% or 80%.

At night, the bird swooped down, bought dry food, fresh water, and some spirits at the nearest market, and then continued on the road.

Basan and the others are a little weaker, but together they can still keep the machine bird flying.

They and Princess Jiangling took turns pouring in Qi, and Jiang Daoming would occasionally join in.

Traveling day and night, the machine bird soared in the sky, traveling thousands of miles every day, heading straight for the imperial capital.

Time passed, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past half month, King Jiangling's evil dragon calamity had another attack and fell into a coma.

Jiangling Princess' evil dragon calamity also broke out, but fortunately it was able to suppress it.

Tianhui has recovered somewhat from her injuries and can maintain the machine bird with no problem.

Jiang Daoming held on to the wooden stake, looked into the distance, and asked, "How long until we can reach the imperial capital?"

"It will take another two days." Basan replied respectfully.

Jiang Daoming took the true energy in his palm and poured it into the machine bird. The machine bird suddenly accelerated, like a rainbow, piercing the void.

It was too far away from the imperial capital. They traveled day and night and took the machine bird to fly for such a long time.

Without the machine, they would have to travel day and night, and they might not be able to get there in three or four months.

At this moment, he realized the vastness of Daxia.

Jiangshui City is really a small city on the edge of Daxia. It is estimated that the emperor of Daxia has even forgotten that there is that small city on his territory.

"We will arrive safely." Tianhui looked at Prince Jiangling and his daughter, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty and Princess, you must hold on."

"It doesn't matter to me, it's just my father." Princess Jiangling looked pale. Her evil dragon calamity could still be suppressed, but King Jiangling's could no longer be suppressed and could only be alleviated.

The speed of the machine bird increased, almost doubling under Jiang Daoming's infusion of true energy.

As the night passes, the rising sun rises in the east, breaking through the darkness and ushering in a new day.

Everyone ate something and looked at the mountains and rivers passing quickly below, looking into the distance expectantly.

In the evening, the sky was filled with red clouds, as red as blood.

A streak of evil energy floated in the void, and the surrounding area suddenly became cold.

A thin but majestic figure, with his hands behind his back and his feet in the void, blocked the way forward.

The machine bird slowed down and stopped. Tianhui stood up suddenly: "You are finally here, the original Holy Son, An Fotian!"

The dark lotus mark shines with the power of the evil Buddha, and the aura of the demon Buddha is mighty, dyeing the red clouds into black.

The man blocking the road slowly turned around, with a face so enchanting that it would make a woman jealous, and a pair of eyes with a hint of evil.

"Tianhui, I haven't seen you for decades, and you are still at the top of the seventh floor. I am really disappointed."

An Fotian's voice was indifferent and sounded from all directions, containing an evil power that constantly impacted their hearts.

"Get out of the way!" Tianhui said in a deep voice: "You, Anfotian, are also a generation of geniuses. Are you going to take advantage of others' danger today?"

"Isn't this how Moyun Sect should behave?" An Fotian said calmly: "Is King Jiangling dead?"

"You are not dead yet, how could I take the first step?"

The unconscious King Jiangling suddenly opened his eyes and stared at An Fotian with cold eyes.

"As long as you are alive, I have only two things to do here." An Fotian said calmly: "One, the news about Tianyin, and two, receive my three palms, regardless of life or death."

"You are still here for her." King Jiangling sneered: "Thankfully, you were once the Holy Son of Moyun Sect, and you have never given up after so many years."

Jiang Daoming: "??"

No way, the former holy son of Moyun Sect, now An Fotian who is in the realm of Jindan Dao, also bows to Tianyin?

"When you are afraid of defeat, I still dare not act recklessly." A cold look appeared on Anfo Tian's demonic face: "Now that you have realized the Buddha's will, you should get it back."

Jiang Daoming breathed a sigh of relief. It was just his obsession with martial arts. He thought that An Fotian was also fascinated by Tianyin.

If An Buddha is obsessed with Tiandu, the charm of Tianyin is too terrifying.

"Daxue Mountain." King Jiangling did not hide anything: "As for the three palms, how is it underground?"

"Yes."

The aura of the Dark Buddha, Heavenly Demon Buddha and others turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the ground.

Jiang Daoming frowned, and King Jiangling said in a deep voice: "Go down. Although An Fotian is a member of the Moyun Sect, he is also a man of his word. Three palms are just three palms."

Jiang Daoming nodded slightly, controlled the machine bird, and swooped down.

The trap bird fell to the ground, and the Dark Buddha Heaven was waiting for it. The energy of the Demon Buddha around him was overwhelming, and the evil power was vast.

Several people got off the machine bird. Basan drove the machine bird and left with Princess Jiangling and Yuhuan.

"What do you think of these three palms, Lord of this palace?" Jiang Daoming took a step forward and looked at Anfotian with indifference.

A strange look flashed in An Fotian's eyes: "I heard it mentioned several times during this period that Eighteen Dragons Xiang Jiang Daoming is more talented than Tianyin, but it's a pity that he is too murderous."

"How?" Jiang Daoming said nothing and just asked calmly.

"You all come together. With your ability, you can't stop my three palms." An Fotian said indifferently.

"You will know if you can block it or not."

Jiang Daoming raised his palm and accepted the dragon elephants from all directions: "Master Tianhui, take the prince away."

"Okay." Tianhui did not hesitate, supported King Jiangling, and jumped up. The machine bird rushed to catch them.

There were only two people left on the ground, standing opposite each other.

One is the seven dragons and seven elephants, which represent the majesty of the Buddha.

One is the power of demons and Buddhas, the power of demons and Buddhas mixed together, which is evil and sacred.

"With your courage, I will spare your life!"

The Dark Buddha's palm absorbed the power of the Demon Buddha, and a vast pressure filled the air: "Demon Buddha Daqian!"

A palm was slapped out, and the rolling Demon Buddha's aura was agitated, just like the Buddha's palm, and a palm contained a magic space.

The terrifying sense of oppression came, making Jiang Daoming feel palpitations.

Jiang Daoming did not hesitate, and immediately operated the Dharma image. The golden smoke lifted the killing Buddha image, and one palm made a seal: "Great Heavenly Dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Ba Ma Kong, flying dragon in the sky."

The fire dragon roared out, and the endless Buddha power contained seven dragons and seven elephants, and met the power of the Demon Buddha's palm.

Rumble

The fire dragon collided with the devil's palm, and the terrifying air wave swept in all directions. The fire dragon was destroyed inch by inch, and the power of the devil's palm was dissipating.

The earth collapsed, gullies were crisscrossed, and the boundless demon power impacted. The fire dragon was ultimately unable to resist the demon power.

The demon palm slapped the fire dragon and carried the remaining power to bombard Jiang Daoming.

The dragon elephant that protected the body activated itself, and the seven dragons and seven elephants protected the body, but it collapsed in an instant.

With a bang, the power of the devil's palm fell on the body, and the powerful force made Jiang Daoming slide back more than ten meters, leaving a deep gully on the ground.

"Good palm power." Jiang Daoming praised with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"Eighteen dragon elephants, not bad." A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the dark Buddha: "I didn't hold back a palm, and you can take it. It's no less than the Golden Pill Avenue."

"If you don't even have this ability, how dare you take three palms from you."

Jiang Daoming shouted in a deep voice, and urged the dragon elephant true qi again. The golden smoke rolled violently, and the killing Buddha was shaking.

With his robe fluttering and his black hair fluttering, Jiang Daoming made a seal with both hands, reappearing the dragon elephant handprint.