A huge sense of oppression exploded in the void.
The huge Buddha palm collided with Ba Ying, and the Buddha's light suddenly shone, and golden light shone outside the entire pavilion.
Xu Zimo rotated the force in his body and surged out with the power of the Nine Transformations of the God of War.
Like huge waves, one wave after another, each wave higher than the last.
The golden Buddha palm began to break inch by inch, and the Buddha statue became dimmed in an instant.
"I'm here to help you," Saint Ban Yue shouted softly from the side.
The moon wheel was spinning around me, and in the faint moonlight, there seemed to be a graceful figure dancing to clear the shadow.
It's like Chang'e flying to the moon, so beautiful.
This slender figure danced faster and faster in the dim moonlight, and finally formed a chilling atmosphere.
They all came to kill Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly, and his figure crossed the void, dodging the attack.
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong," Master Pudu next to him shouted again.
His true destiny appeared behind him, which was a string of Buddhist relics.
When the relics exuded rich Buddha light and were embedded in the eyebrows of the giant Buddha, the surrounding scene began to change.
The abode of Samantabhadra is surrounded by ten thousand Buddhas.
Countless shadows of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas appeared around.
They all faced Xu Zimo in the same posture.
The posture of kneeling down is like a pilgrimage.
How can a human being, who is such a Buddha, kneel down and worship like this, endure this?
This is not only pressure, but also a suppression of one's own destiny.
Cihang Sect is located in the north of the Supreme Realm.
Whether it is Master Cihang, the founder, or Master Pudu, they all cast their own statues.
Provide it to the temple, let people visit it, and collect the energy of fireworks.
This is his luck. Luck is something elusive and invisible, yet it seems to exist somewhere in the dark.
At this moment, thousands of Buddhas came to worship Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo only felt as if the power of all living beings was oppressing him.
I want him to kneel down too, the blood in his body is boiling, and even his blood vessels are about to explode.
"Yue Ying Ling kills indiscriminately," Saint Ban Yue's voice came from the side at the same time.
His eyes were a little twisted, even ferocious.
"go to hell."
Of course, what stood in stark contrast to his ferocity was the hazy figure in the moonlight.
She looks like a graceful lady, with fair and delicate feet.
Stepping out slowly, as if dancing a dance of mourning.
Dancing the mountains and rivers, crushing the sky, the chilling aura and murderous intention are boundlessly condensed.
The moment Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong suppressed Xu Zimo, a mysterious moon with frost on its surface came to kill him.
"Po Yue Huntian."
This Xuan Yue carries the rhyme of Tao all over its body, as if the hazy shadow is singing, whispering that the way back to Tao is invincible.
"The Ten Forms of the Demon and the Four Forms of the Heavenly Demon,
God tests the way."
The so-called trial and error is to fight against the laws, shatter the world, and destroy all living beings in order to become immortal.
This sword carries the energy of shattering the world.
The demonic energy was beating at the tip of Ba Ying's knife. It did not attack overwhelmingly, but instead concentrated on one point.
In the shadow of this knife, a magnificent journey of demonic life is reflected.
With one fell sword, the moon was shattered and all the Buddhas lost their luster.
The world is in turmoil, and the mighty wind and clouds are invaded by demonic energy.
Xu Zimo took a step forward, and the tip of the knife seemed to be dancing the dance of death.
There was a sudden sound of wind and thunder, and a knife struck at the two of them.
"You can't escape," Master Pudu shouted.
The Buddha statues around him changed again, and they were obviously trying their best.
"The Nirvana of Ten Thousand Buddhas."
The originally faded Buddha statues were all brand new, as if they had experienced Nirvana.
They mouthed the nine-character mantra, "Namo Ami," which was reflected in the heavens under the black evil aura.
Golden Buddha light began to wrap around the golden fonts and flow in the void.
The Ban Yue Saint next to him didn't hide his clumsiness at all.
"Yue Lin; absolute zero."
As his words fell, Saint Ban Yue's whole body was frozen by a wave of ice.
On the mysterious moon above our heads, a thick layer of ice began to form that was visible to the naked eye.
Waves of cold air spread around.
They freeze the void and freeze everything, even the air.
Cold air and Buddha's words are divided into two extremes.
Rolling down from all sides.
Caught Xu Zimo between them.
"Not enough," Xu Zimo chuckled.
Although the cracks on the Ba Ying in his hand became more and more obvious, the intent of the sword also became heavier and heavier.
The sword intent in the sky is like a sea of prison, rising majestically into the sky.
All three gates of the Three Lives Gate to the sky were opened, and the sword intent tore through the sky, roaring the galaxies, and arrived in a mighty manner.
The Nine Transformations of the God of War, the Heaven-Bearing Three Lives Sect, the Heaven-shaking Technique, and the Sixteen Questioning Postures all broke out at this moment.
The entire sky not only collapsed, but seemed to be destroyed.
There are cracks in varying degrees in the sky above Tiandao City and even the sky above the Supreme Realm.
The wide range of influence and the large area are rare in the world.
With this slash, Ba Ying finally broke into countless pieces because he couldn't bear the pressure.
However, the knife still fell.
The cold Xuanyue and the Buddha's sound were both destroyed and annihilated in an instant.
The entire sky completely exploded.
Bai Li was in the pavilion, watching with horror.
"This is his strength," she murmured to herself.
I can't imagine it in my heart.
It's not like she has never seen this kind of strength before, Bai Li's master, the woman in the white dress, is even worse.
But what kind of strength is her master, the existence of half-step nirvana.
And Xu Zimo is only in the Divine Vein realm.
This kind of strength burst out from a person in the divine vein realm, which was difficult for her to understand and imagine.
If you become an immortal in the future, what kind of grace will you have?
Or if he is not an immortal, who among his peers can compete with him in this kind of existence?
At this moment, Bai Li actually felt a little sad.
For herself and for the younger generation of this era.
Of all the people chosen by destiny, who doesn't want to carry the destiny and rule the nine heavens?
But living in an era with such people is a kind of tragedy.
The aftermath of the explosion destroyed everything around it.
All the buildings, flowers, plants and trees disappeared into thin air.
The earth trembled and the sky was torn apart.
Only the pavilion of Wanbao Pavilion stands here safely.
Because this pavilion is not an entity, it is just condensed spiritual energy.
As long as the small world of Wanbao Pavilion is immortal, this pavilion will not be destroyed.
When all the dust has dissipated.
The wind blew lightly, and Xu Zimo stood on the cracked ground with a dull expression, bending down to pick up the fragments of Ba Ying's knife.
On the other side of the earth, Master Pudu and Saint Banyue were lying on the ground with ragged black hair and embarrassed faces.
"How is this possible? It's absolutely impossible," the Half-Moon Saint muttered to himself somewhat crazily.
"How can a small divine vein realm be our opponent?"
On the other side, the battle between the woman in the white dress and the old man with the white tiger continues.
