Chapter 592 Three Levels Completed, the True King of Martial Arts
Island in the middle of the lake.
Understanding and ending, the two of them were like country bumpkins who had never seen the world, breaking into a field of flowers.
Different from Chunxi Town, which they often visited, the women who come and go here are basically from the far west, and all of them are slender and have amazing figures.
"This is too fierce!"
The eyes of understanding shone brightly.
"Amita Buddha!"
Guo Duan also swallowed and said, "I heard there are foreign nuns, but I don't know where they are... Why don't we go look for them first?"
"There's no rush, let's find out the details of these people first, and it's not too late to go!"
Obviously a little impatient.
Jiejuan naturally refused to let him eat alone: "Wait for me!"
The two great monks quickly got into a castle and galloped wildly. They were worthy of being fierce horses from abroad, but ordinary people would really be unable to subdue them.
"The broken leg is worse than mine before. I am a fleshy Vajra, I can be big or small..."
Ming Ran was the first one to leave, thinking in a not so bright mood.
"Master's legs are really good, both flesh and blood..."
It was over but I was very happy, especially when I saw that Ming Ran had left the stage before him, and I immediately felt like I had won a battle.
The whole person was refreshed and arrogant.
A group of great monks are showing off everywhere.
Yang Fan in the Demon Suppressing Cave was carefully absorbing the demon blood.
The increase in strength gave him greater courage, the range of his radiation was wider, and the amount of demon blood he received became larger and larger.
The progress of the second refinement increased rapidly.
In just five days, he completed the second refinement.
The body sitting cross-legged in a prison has a huge black Bodhisattva image condensed on its surface.
Black Bodhisattva's face is full of smiles, compassionate and kind, but that smile makes people feel a sense of horror and weirdness from the bottom of their hearts, which is extremely penetrating.
Yang Fan took a deep breath, and all the black muscles Withdrew into the body.
He felt a little better after using the Blood Martial Saint of the courtyard gate to suppress the demonic thoughts in his body. He could only say that this Black Bodhisattva's method was worthy of being the evil god from Thousand Prison Mountains!
It was far beyond what the evil god's fetus he had obtained could compare to.
Jinbo Bodhisattva went one step further and retreated again.
This time the speed was faster. Three days later, he successfully completed the third refinement!
Perfect Jin Bodhisattva is completely achieved!
The strange black Bodhisattva, which was woven with countless large tendons, was finally condensed. Its whole body was blue and black, with a hazy purple meaning.
There is a huge halo behind him, which is actually made of large swimming tendons and extends in all directions!
Then, the tendons twisted and circled, and actually made a sound like a cunning laugh!
"The black tendons wrap around the body three thousand times, and the world worships the Black Bodhisattva!"
As soon as this sound came out, dozens of monsters around him fell to death instantly!
In an instant, their blood was drained alive and turned into mummies. Then the mummies cracked and disappeared into ashes.
"What a terrifying power!"
Yang Fan's eyes narrowed, and he was startled for a moment before taking the black tendons back into his body.
The muscles and skin are fused, and the three levels are complete!
Yang Fan's eyes actually oozed a hint of purple.
The Skin Demon King, who originally had a peaceful aura, actually showed an astonishing demonic will due to the Black Bodhisattva's cultivation!
"not good!"
He suddenly realized the problem!
The muscles and skin are both heavenly gates with profound evil intentions.
Needless to say, Black Bodhisattva.
Although the Skin Demon King was formed by devouring the Emperor's Qi, its essence is still demonic. After combining with Jinbo Bodhisattva, the demonic intention generated is by no means as simple as one plus one!
For a moment, his Perfect Blood Martial Saint was unable to suppress the demonic thoughts in his mind!
The thought of destroying everything, or being destroyed by everything, rushes straight into my heart!
"Should we close the border?"
Yang Fan was a little reluctant.
Once the customs are closed, although there will no longer be the crisis of demonization, it will be difficult to improve, and his idea of one realm, one person, will be completely shattered.
"Forbearance! You must not close the border like this!"
Yang Fan ignored the slightest commotion and hurried out of the Demon Suppressing Cave.
The demonic energy here was too strong. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would be stimulated by the demonic energy and lose control even if he didn't lose control!
Leave quickly.
Yang Fan felt that his body had a faint tendency to become demonized.
Bang bang bang.
His heart was beating violently, and the furnace of energy and blood in his chest began to vibrate violently. He was not convinced, so he quickly activated his "Fuyao" magical power and left directly.
Whoosh.
The figure disappeared instantly.
When he appeared again, he crashed into Longhui Mountain!
In the barren mountains and ridges, he landed heavily on the top of the mountain and fell into it. Several beasts heard the movement and turned their heads to look.
First he observed, and then he cautiously approached.
However, as soon as they came close, the energy and blood in their bodies seemed to be sucked out of the air by an inexplicable suction force. In an instant, the energy and blood escaped from their bodies, and they died on the spot.
Not only that, but within a radius of several hundred feet, with the top of the mountain as the center, all vitality seemed to have been deprived of life, with the vegetation dying and turning into scorched earth.
A mountain completely lost its life in a short period of time!
Inside the mountain.
Yang Fan mobilized the power of the Blood Martial Saint with all his strength, and the seven hundred and twenty orifices released endless qi and blood. The yin and yang rotated, light and dark alternated, and the qi and blood were endless!
He is pressing with all his strength Control the monsters brought about by the Bodhisattva of Tendons and the Demon King of Skin within the body!
"I am the Black Bodhisattva, and I should be worshiped by the world. I should use all the cattle, sheep, and livestock raised by the world for me!"
"I am the Skin Demon King. Since I am the emperor of the world, all living people should be like weeds and harvest them as much as possible!"
Wave after wave of demonic will attacks the mind.
Just when Yang Fan was about to lose his support, the "Tao Te Ching" finally appeared and fell into Yang Fan's heart.
The surging demonic intent collapsed in front of him!
"Road to Road, very Avenue!"
"It's famous, but it's very famous!"
"Unnamed, the beginning of heaven and earth, named, the mother of all things!"
"...mysterious and mysterious, the door to all mysteries!"
The vast and boundless aura rose up, the purple air swirled around, dyed through the heavy clouds, overwhelming the sky and the earth, and surged for dozens of miles in an instant!
Purple air is coming from the east!
This is different from the purple of demons, but the purple of auspiciousness!
"I am the true king!"
Yang Fan stood up suddenly, the three levels of power no longer conflicted, and completely merged into one. With a shake of his body, the whole mountain exploded!
The majestic purple energy that spread for dozens of miles instantly attracted the attention of many people!
"Look at the horizon, what is that!"
"Such a beautiful purple cloud. Such an astonishing change in the sky. Could it be that some important treasure has been born?"
A group of young men from wealthy families who came to enjoy the wild life in the mountains saw this scene, and they all showed surprised expressions.
Fahua Temple.
Some old monks also witnessed this scene and were surprised and suspicious.
Zhi Ming, who was still injured, was sitting cross-legged in the hall and naturally noticed this scene.
He instinctively felt that there was a great attraction there, as if it contained some amazing treasure.