At this moment, Taoist Zhunti was also a little confused.
The strength displayed by Han Ping was indeed too strong. He looked at it with cold eyes. He turned his hands and rolled over, and suddenly a series of handprints appeared in the sky and the earth. The handprints fell from the sky and suppressed Han Ping.
This time he was serious, and the saint's strength burst out.
Han Ping looked at the mark of the giant hand in the sky in horror. It was too strong and exceeded his physical endurance. Once the saint became serious, it was too terrifying. At this moment, the entire prehistoric era felt this terrifying power.
Powerful, violent and sacred.
…
Inside the Golden Turtle Island.
Leader Tongtian suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed across his tough face.
In the next second, he instinctively counted with his fingers, and the chaotic secret actually allowed him to figure out something. Suddenly his face changed, and he shouted: "Taoist Taoist, you dare to take advantage of our disciples..."
In the Golden Turtle Island, the leader of Tongtian Cult suddenly disappeared.
At this time, the pressure on Han Ping was too great, beyond his ability to bear. He stared coldly at the suppressed handprints in the sky, and suddenly his body trembled suddenly, and a stream of strength burst out from his body.
He suddenly took the initiative to greet him.
At this moment, his will exploded, and his determination to pull down the world made him become particularly transparent and tenacious. The color of the world changed, and he punched him one after another.
The ancient world seemed to be collapsing, and this punch came out. It shook all the great powers in the world!
The Wa Palace, the Western Sect, the Biyou Palace, the Tushita Palace, the Wuzhuang Temple, Beihai... one by one, spiritual thoughts awakened in mysterious places. At this moment, the entire prehistoric world was completely shocked.
Han Ping's will soared to the sky, and he punched out. It turned into a series of terrifying red lights. It completely rushed into the sky and landed the suppressed handprints. The handprints defied the sky. Han Ping was also unyielding. His will was like a sword. He broke through the shackles of heaven and earth. He
One punch shattered the heaven and the earth and penetrated the prehistoric world!
At this moment, the entire prehistoric world was trembling, as if it had received an impact.
In the Six Paths of Reincarnation, on the Huangquan Road, an old woman kept ladling soup for passers-by. At a certain moment, the entire world of reincarnation in the underworld began to turmoil. The passers-by waiting for reincarnation on the road were at a loss and didn't know what was happening.
Suddenly, someone felt that the old woman in front of him seemed to have left her body.
The old woman has lost that kind of spirituality and has become a rigid machine. The reincarnation hell is trembling continuously, as if she has been stimulated by something. In a secret reincarnation desperate situation, a figure suddenly flashes, and his face cannot be seen clearly, but he can vaguely feel it.
This is a peerless woman, gentle and elegant.
The woman's body trembled slightly and she stared blankly at the empty wavy water pattern in front of her.
…
Han Ping didn't know that his outburst had completely shocked the entire prehistoric world. At this time, he couldn't care about it anymore. There was nothing else in his eyes but fighting!
The handprints fell, as if a series of binding forces surrounded Han Ping.
He punched it, and his handprints immediately shattered. They turned into network structures, trying to completely cover and bind Han Ping. A sky-high light shone in his eyes. The light broke through the obstacles. Completely defeating this, shrouding
The mark of coming.
The next moment, he transformed into a devil.
One punch shattered the space and shattered the whole world.
The handprints all over the sky were instantly wiped out. The blood in Han Ping's body was surging, and he seemed to have found a bursting feeling. Suddenly, he felt that his blood seemed to be ignited, a refreshing feeling like fighting with all his strength.
Burning blood, surging blood.
Han Ping waved his arms slightly, and the surrounding world spun.
He suppressed the whole world with one punch and controlled everything. At this moment, the Tai Chi he performed did not show the secret of Tai Chi. His Tai Chi seemed to be just a flowery display without any mystery in it.
It is relying on the body to explode, igniting the power in the blood.
"Chichi..."
The space shakes and instantly becomes a special space.
Taoist Zhunti looked at this scene with a cold expression. Although this blow was not his full blow, it was the strongest attack power he could guarantee that would not be noticed by other saints. With this kind of attack power, he did not
Suppress Han Ping!
He was stunned!
"How is this possible? Who is he? How can he resist it?"
Zhunti looked miserable, as if someone owed him eight thousand yuan. Looking at Han Ping's eyes, a ray of light suddenly shot out. The light was like a fairy rope, passing through space and time in an instant, and before Han Ping could react, he
He was completely restrained.
Han Ping's expression changed, and he was hesitating with energy all over his body. In an instant, waves undulated on his body surface. Waves of strength surged along the ropes around him. He was transferring his strength, and the thousands of forces instantly moved the ropes.
Break.
"Bang!"
Zhunti felt that the impact he received today was too great. He was actually suppressed by a quasi-holy ant. After several attempts, he was not captured? He was a little incredible. Has the world changed? It has become something that makes him
Can't understand?
Han Ping didn't care about Taoist Zhunti's thoughts. He had been innocently suppressed by Zhunti for so long. There was also a surge of anger in his heart. What happened to the saint? How great is the saint?
Han Ping's state of mind at this time doesn't care whether he is a saint or not. He dares to stab the sky, let alone this saint under the world.
"Sure enough, you have a destiny with me in the West. Fellow Taoist, please convert..."
Zhunti suddenly recited the Mysterious Sutra, and terrifying sound waves poured into Han Ping's mind like a migration. The sound was like a lullaby, trying to make Han Ping fall into a coma completely and become a prisoner.
In ancient times, ancestral shamans had no soul and relied entirely on will.
But if there is a confrontation between wills, how can they be the opponent of a powerful figure like a saint, whose soul relies on the way of heaven? Their confrontation with the saint is like fighting against heaven and earth! They belong to this world, how can they fight against heaven and earth?
But at this time, Zhunti obviously made a mistake!
Now, an accident happened a hundred years ago. Heaven, earth and heaven drove them down to the realm of saints. Although they can still place their souls on the heavens for a short period of time and gain the power of heaven. But after all, they cannot rely on their souls for a long time, otherwise it will bring them great consequences.
Huge damage. Because the way of heaven seems to have lost control, it is difficult for them to integrate into it for a long time.
Zhunti wants to crush Han Ping with his own will, which he has cultivated for who knows how many years!
If it were a hundred years ago, there is no doubt that Han Ping would definitely be crushed. Not only Han Ping would be crushed, but every living being in the prehistoric world would be crushed by a saint.
But things are different now. Saints have fallen into the holy realm. They no longer have the power to defy the heavens, and they can only rely on their own strength to crush the enemy.
The way of the sage Zhunti was transmitted to Han Ping's mind like the mysterious bells of heaven and earth.
The mysterious true meaning of Buddhism, like an enlightenment, melted into Han Ping's soul. At this moment, Han Ping seemed to be accepting the inheritance, but this moment was so dangerous and fatal.
He is being influenced!
The body involuntarily relaxed its vigilance and began to fall into a wonderful state of cultivation.
In the distance, Zhunti smiled. The golden lotus surged out of his mouth and rushed into Han Ping's body in the distance, turning into Buddhist symbols of true meaning and blending into his body!
Suddenly, a golden mark of Buddhism came into contact with the Qiankun Pearl in Han Ping's body. The next moment, the Qiankun Pearl trembled violently. Suddenly, as if it was stimulated, the Qiankun Pearl instantly gushes out streams of chaotic energy and melts away in an instant.
A golden Buddha seal.
Buzz buzz...
Han Ping woke up suddenly and recovered in an instant.
The golden body of the Yuan Shen was glowing, instantly purifying all the Buddhist sounds that poured into the body. The sound was like a seal, imprinted on Han Ping's bloodline. At this moment, it was suddenly purified and turned into messages that merged into his bloodline.
, became the avenue of his body.
"Bang bang bang..."
The world seemed to vibrate with a sound. Ripples appeared one after another, defeating the Buddhist mantra.
Zhunti's face suddenly changed, and his body couldn't help but tremble. He was shaken by the endless backlash. Although he was not injured, he was still embarrassed.
Being forced back by a junior boy made him extremely uncomfortable.
At this moment, the golden body of Han Ping's Yuanshen shone. In the real world, his Yuanshen realm had already broken through and reached the quasi-sage stage. Of course, this realm is that of another world. Compared to this world, he walked
It's not the road of three corpses. The realm of Yuanshen has been broken through, and it has reached the quasi-sage mid-stage state of being a saint.
The power of the soul in this realm is so powerful and terrifying that it can defeat an ordinary saint! Of course, this saint did not use the power of heaven and earth to suppress it, otherwise any monk who is not a saint would have difficulty persisting!
The true meaning of Buddhism is really mysterious. At first, Han Ping was completely convinced by Zhunti. He was almost converted to Buddhism. If the Qiankun Pearl didn't automatically protect the Lord at the last moment, Han Ping awakened his will in time and instantly destroyed all Buddhism.
All true meanings must be purified, otherwise he would be mysterious.
Now, his golden body of soul erupted into terrifying shock waves of soul. The ripples swept away all evil spirits and heretics. His body was suddenly purified, clearing away all traces of Buddhism.
Saint Zhunti was miserable and angry.
Suddenly, the saint's aura completely exploded. There was no need to hide anything anymore! The saint was furious, and the entire prehistoric world was trembling. At this moment, several powerful monks in the world were all alert.
This is the collision of saints!
"Who is it?" The Western Cultist Saint Yingyin felt this familiar fluctuation, and it was his junior brother. There was a feeling that one of the people on both sides of the war was his junior brother, Saint Zhunti.
What about the other one?
The very strange aura is not that of other saints! Of course, they have never really fought, at least after they became saints, they have not really fought against each other, and they cannot judge the fighting auras of other saints. At this time, they are only based on
Feel and judge.
The ancient world trembled, and the battle between the saints shocked all living beings in the world.
The Seven Treasures Tree suddenly flashed out of Zhunti's hand, and the top-level innate spiritual treasures were instantly swayed out. In an instant, it turned into a series of empty attractions, which seemed to brush Han Ping away. (To be continued...)
