After the indifferent and ruthless eyes appeared, the clear air then outlined the outline of the figure. Suddenly a strong wind swept by, the robe suddenly fluttered, and the image of a Confucian scholar with fluttering sleeves appeared in front of Xu Pingfeng and others.

The heroic spirit of the Confucian sage returns to the world, and the terrifying pressure comes overwhelmingly, like a landslide, like a tsunami, like the sky falling.

Because the distance was too close, the three people and one beast were directly facing the gaze of the Confucian sage.

Bai Di's limbs were trembling uncontrollably, as if he had completely degenerated into a beast, with his back hunched and prostrate, his teeth bared, and a low growl emitted from his throat like a demonstration.

Xu Pingfeng and Hei Lian retreated again and again. At the second level, they did not dare to show off their strength at this moment.

Garoshu Bodhisattva relies on the tyranny of the Vajra Dharma and the defense of the Fudo Myoyo Dharma. As the most resistant being in the first-level realm, he is like a rock, resisting the impact of the waves.

The heroic soul of the Confucian saint took shape, and a gash was opened between Jian Zheng's brows, and blood flowed out.

The physical body begins to slide towards the abyss of collapse, and this is the price that must be paid.

He took a step forward, held out the carving knife in his hand, and stabbed the Bodhisattva Gara Tree first.

The heroic spirit of the Confucian saint behind him made synchronized movements, as if he was Jian Zheng's most solid backer...

The Garoshu Bodhisattva stands still, his cassocks are vigorously beating, the muscles all over his body are swollen, and the thick veins under his skin are prominent.

Although he did not move, the Vajra Dharma image behind him stepped forward and blocked the front of the Garoshu Bodhisattva.

The engraved knife stabbed slowly and unhurriedly, as if he was not afraid of the enemy's escape.

The twelve pairs of arms of the Vajra Dharma form are folded forward, and the twenty-four palms make a clasping motion, holding the prisoner and the carving knife in the palms.

The Buddha's dharma form was not moved, and he sat cross-legged in a seal, and behind the Vajra dharma form, a circular aura was formed, covering the Bodhisattva Gara tree in it.

Suddenly, the twelve pairs of arms of the Vajra Dharma Form began to tremble, as if they could not resist the sudden advance of the carving knife.

"boom!"

The ring of fire behind the head of the King Kong Dharma Appearance expanded, and dazzling flames rose up.

The twelve pairs of trembling arms stabilized themselves again.

But at the next moment, first the twenty-four giant palms were chapped, then the arms, and the Vajra Dharma of the body, which is famous for its defense and combat power, collapsed inch by inch.

The energy released from the collapse of the Dharma was raging in all directions, scattering the sea of ​​clouds below, revealing the vast land.

Jian Zheng held the carving knife and stabbed at the bulging shield of King Fudo's Dharma Sign as usual.

Buzz!

The intersection between the pale golden air shield and the carving knife sputtered out twisted and chaotic energy.

A ray of white light silently approached the prisoner and attacked him from behind.

In Bai Di's azure vertical pupils, there was only beast-like madness, and no trace of spirituality.

It suppressed its own spirituality, highlighting the madness rooted in the blood of gods and demons in its bones, in order to offset the pressure of Confucian sages.

Crazy descendants of gods and demons are not afraid.

In addition, although its spirituality has been suppressed and it can no longer use spells, this will not weaken its combat power. The body of the descendant of gods and demons is only stronger than that of a martial artist, and its melee fighting ability is extremely terrifying.

Jian Zheng raised his left hand, flicked the Confucian crown with a "pop", and said slowly:

"Retreat five hundred miles."

Bai Di, whose fangs were open and making a pounce, suddenly disappeared the moment he was about to come into contact with Jian Zheng, as if he had never existed.

This is of course not that Jian Zheng has learned the Confucian method of speaking and speaking, but that he has used the power of the Confucian crown to cast Confucian magic.

However, without the control of high-level monks of the same system, the power that the Confucian Crown can exert is limited, and the Baidi is of extremely high rank, so Jian Zheng cannot use the power of the Confucian Crown to directly attack it.

Because it is destined to be unable to threaten Bai Di.

But the characteristic instinct of Confucianism is not attack, but the word "showy".

After temporarily kicking Bai Di out of the battlefield, Jian Zheng took another powerful step with the carving knife in hand.

The aura mask held up by Fudo Mingwang Dharmaxiang deflated exaggeratedly.

This is not because Fudo Mingou is not strong enough, on the contrary, with the blessing of the heroic spirit of the Confucian sage, he has been able to persist until now. Garoshu Bodhisattva is known as the super-class, with the strongest defense, and he deserves the title.

Xu Pingfeng, who was in the distance, opened his kit and took out a huge artillery piece, nine feet high, with a barrel ten feet long. The whole body was made of black iron, with dense patterns carved on the surface.

As a second-grade man, he could not face the pressure of the Confucian Sage at close range. Fortunately, the warlock's favorite thing was long-range attacks.

One after another, the formations lit up one after another, and the formations engraved on them began to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy. The dark muzzle condensed a fist-sized blazing white light group that kept collapsing inward.

Using formations to leverage the power of heaven and earth is the magician's best skill.

"boom!"

When it collapses to the extreme, it explodes, and a blazing white beam of light is ejected from the muzzle.

Just as the beam of light was about to hit Jian Zheng, a formation of clear light suddenly blocked the trajectory.

The artillery strike, which can seriously injure a third-level martial artist, hit the formation and disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

The next second, a blazing white light beam shot out from the void behind Xu Pingfeng, engulfing him.

Jian Zheng used the teleportation formation to return the bombardment to him.

Buzz!

The void beside Jian Zheng trembled, and another beam of light shot out, trying to blur his face.

Xu Pingfeng was not engulfed by the beam of light coming from behind. He replicated Jian Zheng's methods and healed Jian Zheng's body with his own skills.

In this way, the white light continued to appear, disappear, appear, and disappear again between the master and the disciple.

Until Jian Zheng sent it to Taoist Master Heilian in the distance, Heilian, who had no sense of danger as a martial artist, was caught off guard and could only reveal the Immortal Yang God of the Taoist sect and tear the bombardment into pieces.

At this time, the image of King Fudo Myyo finally could no longer hold up, and the Confucian sage's carving knife pierced the air shield. In the energy storm that caused the image of King Fudo Myoto to fall apart, the carving knife touched the forehead of Bodhisattva Gara Tree.

A flash of green light.

Poof! Garoshu Bodhisattva's head exploded, and bones, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

His eight-foot-tall body instantly relaxed, and he lay weakly on his back, falling straight down towards the boundless earth.

At the same time, blood mist erupted from Jian Zheng's chest, and the power of the Confucian sage was destroying his body.

Jian Zheng did not care about his physical condition, nor did he attack Xu Pingfeng and Hei Lian. Instead, he turned around and stabbed out the carving knife.

A white shadow passed him by.

The white shadow turned into the White Emperor, rolling around in a panic, like a wild dog that had been kicked away, with blood spilling in the process.

Xu Pingfeng raised his hand and used a circular formation to lift up the White Emperor and remove the impact from it.

"Woo, woo woo"

The fierce blue eyes of the White Emperor were full of madness. A deep wound was opened in its abdomen, and it was almost disembowelled, with its large intestine hanging down.

But it has a heart in its mouth, Jian Zheng's heart.

Bai Di tilted his head slightly and swallowed the heart into his belly without even chewing. After a few seconds, the madness in his fierce eyes receded, his spirituality grew, and he regained his sanity.

Bai Di's expression was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that he would regain his senses in advance.

After pondering for a moment, he understood something, and looked at Jian Zheng with eyes full of greed.

Jian Zheng slowly lowered his head and looked at the big hole in his chest, where his heart was missing.

While his illness was killing him, Black Lotus's eyes shot out a fierce light, and the Yang God immediately split into four equal parts. The four Yang Gods had different appearances.

One body is as black as ink, with hair like dancing water plants, and the whole body is surrounded by gauze mist formed by the power of water spirit; the other body is completely red, with flame marks engraved between the eyebrows, and the hair is like a blazing flame.

It seemed to be composed of air currents and was unstable. The body sometimes tilted, sometimes stretched, and would turn into a strong wind at any time.

A body covered with stone armor, with a burly physique, and circles of khaki ripples.

The four major Dharma signs of Taoism are "earth, wind, water, and fire".

During the second stage of transcending tribulations, these four major dharma are cultivated. After reaching the second stage of great perfection, the four major dharma are integrated into one, and then the heavenly tribulation is ushered in.

After surviving the catastrophe, the Dharma and the physical body are in perfect harmony, and you can achieve the status of a land god.

The Black Lotus should have reached the second level of perfection long ago, but the Golden Lotus left the body, leaving him with a "broken body". Not only was there no hope of overcoming the disaster, but his combat power also dropped by a level.

The four major Dharma signs have no spiritual intelligence and are entirely controlled by the black lotus. They can be regarded as puppets and are not afraid of the pressure of Confucian saints.

The prisoner was hanging from the storage bag on his waist when a porcelain bottle flew out. The cork popped open and a bright yellow pill flew into his mouth.

In an instant, the flesh and blood in his chest squirmed and his heart regenerated.

Although a warlock does not have the self-healing ability of a martial artist, a warlock can carry the elixir of human flesh and bones with him.

Waiting for the opportunity, Black Lotus silently recalled the Dharma image and chose to wait and see.

"You are indeed the gatekeeper!"

Bai Di laughed. The wound on its abdomen could not be healed, and the power of the carving knife eroded its vitality.

On the other hand, Jian Zheng, after taking the elixir, was like a dying person taking another breath and briefly returning to his peak.

"Don't move!"

The supervisor raised his hand and flicked his Confucian crown.
To be continued...