When he first came to this world, the first powerful person he met was the roc.
In Jigong's eyes, the Dapeng bird was completely vulnerable.
At that time, Feng Zhou wanted to take Jigong as his teacher, but it was a pity that Jigong looked down upon him.
Unexpectedly, twenty years later, he would reach the pinnacle of magic, and Jigong would also reach this point under his guidance.
Since Jigong intended to have a battle with him to verify his magical powers and methods, and as an opportunity for him to ascend to the throne of Buddha, then he would just take a solid step towards becoming a quasi-sage through this battle.
A month goes by very quickly.
Hesitation Jinling was thousands of miles away from Yashan, so Feng Zhou left early in the morning through the clouds.
This time he did not bring his wife and children, but went alone.
Because in his opinion, this battle is just a fight between two people who cherish each other, and there is no need to take anyone with him.
The gods and Buddhas have their own dignity, so they basically didn’t come.
In the past twenty years, Feng Zhou has repeatedly rejected orders from heaven, so no one in heaven or other fairyland will come to watch the battle.
But at this time, many people gathered at the foot of Yashan Mountain, and they arrived here a few days earlier than Fengzhou.
They all came from all over the world as soon as they heard the news.
Not only the monks from the Central Plains, but also the monks from Japan, Korea, Tubo, Tianzhu and other places.
These people have Buddhas and Taoists, gods from shrines, great shamans from the witch sect, and great masters from the Unitarian Sect.
After all, this battle was so shocking. It almost represented the pinnacle showdown between Buddhism and Chinese Taoism. It had not been heard of for thousands of years. The Nanyang martial arts world came out in full force, and almost all the masters gathered. In a short time
Inside, Yashan, the seaside mountain top, has gathered more than 20 strong men at the Grand Master level.
If these strong men get into trouble, they can be enough to top a small country. But everyone is waiting silently for the arrival of the two decisive battlers.
At this time, Feng Zhou arrived at Yashan leisurely and leisurely.
"The top of the cliff mountain is such a meaningful place. Did Ji Guong choose the place or was it God's will?" Feng Zhou sighed lightly.
In his memory, Yashan should be black and white.
For the first time, the civilization of the Central Plains completely fell at the feet of the nomads.
One hundred thousand soldiers and civilians jumped into the sea, causing heavy casualties.
The scholar who had been seeking death finally realized the outcome of his own death wish.
After the Mongols established the Yuan Dynasty and unified the world, scholars became the lowest status.
There are nine Confucians and ten beggars, which shows the low status of Confucianism.
He was standing in the clouds, looking at the cliff that went deep into the sea, and seeing the flat ground on the top of the cliff, and sighed again.
Fortunately, with my presence, I can completely turn the battle on Yashan into an ordinary magic battle.
Yashan is located in today's Gujing Town, Guangnan East Road. The water of Yinzhou Lake goes out to the sea from here, and it is also the entrance and exit of the tide. There is Yashan to the east and Tangping Mountain to the west. The veins of the two mountains extend southward into the sea, like a gate closing the water mouth, like
It is a half-open door, so it is also called Yamen.
At this time, a large number of people were waiting at the foot of the cliff mountain.
"Mr. Donglai, who do you think is stronger or weaker, Prince Ning or Daoji?"
At the corner of the mountaintop, a middle-aged scholar with sharp eyes asked.
Next to him, Mr. Donglai Lu Zuqian frowned. Although he was proficient in classics and knowledgeable, he believed in practicing principles and applying what he learned, but he was really not good at killing.
"Mr. Longchuan, it goes without saying that Master Daoji will definitely win. Master Daoji is the reincarnation of Arhat who subdued the Dragon. As for Prince Ning, he has been a man for the whole life and is only over forty years old. How can he be the opponent of Arhat?"
A learned man on the other side said with a straight face.
His eyes were bloodshot and he had not slept for several days and nights.
This is Zhen Dexiu, the new generation of young Confucian classics master.
The person who first asked Lu Zuqian was Chen Liang, a well-known domestic scholar, also known as Mr. Longchuan.
These three people are all famous people in China. Under the influence of Feng Zhou, they have essentially got rid of the influence of Neo-Confucianism on them.
These people were originally on a study tour on Guangnan East Road. After hearing the news, they came to Yashan to watch the Battle of the Golden Age.
But Zhen Dexiu, deep down in his heart, prefers Neo-Confucianism.
But now Neo-Confucianism has died out and no one is studying anymore. Zhu Xi, the master of Neo-Confucianism, also died of depression. This makes Zhen Dexiu always have a trace of resentment towards Feng Zhou. He hasn't slept for several days, just waiting for the day of the decisive battle to see Feng Zhou.
Defeated.
Lu Zuqian frowned and did not answer. In other circles, discussions had begun. Almost all the top figures in the world who came to the top of the mountain to watch the battle.
There are also many wealthy and aristocratic families on Guangnan East Road. Some people came here at this time, mainly to support Prince Ning.
Although Feng Zhou has retired and no longer even serves as Prince Ning, his reputation is huge and his influence is profound. Of course everyone knows it, so of course everyone supports Feng Zhou.
After all, pleasing Feng Zhou is equivalent to pleasing the Quanzhen lineage in the court.
"Let me tell you, His Highness Prince Ning has great magical powers. How can a mere monk from Southeast Asia be compared to him?"
"I heard that Daoji is the reincarnation of Arhat Subduing the Dragon, but even if he is the reincarnation of Buddha, how can he compare with His Highness Prince Ning?"
A group of young men are desperately praising Fengzhou.
Just listen, there is a roar of thunder.
From outside the sky, a ray of golden light rushed in. The golden light was like a sharp sword, crossing the sky and shooting in mid-air. A man made of gold appeared, as if he was coated with gold powder, wearing a golden robe and holding a golden scepter in his hand.
The man stood in mid-air, and the light from his body shone through the peaks, like a god in the sky.
The surrounding mountains and forests were bent slightly by the power of the man.
"This...is this?"
The magicians present were dumbfounded, as if they were seeing ghosts.
They are just a group of mortals. At most, they have seen masters of internal energy who can break stones, or charlatans who know a little magic. When will they see this man with golden light, towering over the sky, with overwhelming momentum?
Even the well-informed Lu Zuqian, Chen Liang and others also changed their expressions at this time.
Those who have not seen real gods with their own eyes will never be able to imagine their magical powers. They look down on all living beings, like gods who are high in the sky. In the eyes of these people, mere mortals are really no different from ants.
"Looking at how powerful his aura is, how powerful are Ning Wang Fengzhou and Jianglong reincarnated Jigong, who are above all the immortals and standing proudly at the pinnacle, swallowing up the world?"
No one dared to imagine it.
"It's the high priest of the true god of Zoroastrianism. I didn't expect to appear here."
Many magicians changed their colors one after another.
The name of the high priest of the true god of Zoroastrianism goes without saying. It is said that he was enlightened by Mani and was the only one in the world who could inherit the magical power of light.
"Swish swish."
The arrival of the high priest is just the beginning.
Immediately afterwards, I saw a skinny old man floating in the sea. He did not ride on a boat, but stepped on a dragon snake. The dragon snake was huge and could duel with a big roc in a matter of seconds.
"Guru Modi, one of the three great Brahmin masters."
Soon another huge guy with a ghostly face and a Yin-Yang mage suit fell from the sky.
"The Ghost Reishasa of Japan's Sasu Shrine."
Countless people exclaimed.
As the two of them arrived, streaks of black light, blood light, and green rainbows gathered from all directions.
Many land gods and eight immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers. There were Qi refiners who came riding cranes, descendants of giants from the Mobei wilderness who were several meters tall, and god-level extraordinary beings who came riding storms. They are all hidden in various places.
The old monster was born to witness the battle between earth and immortals.
"Prince Ning and Master Daoji, why haven't they come yet?"
After about a dozen land gods arrived, the Zoroastrian high priest couldn't help but frown.
"Boom."
In the distant sky, a ray of Buddha's light penetrated the heaven and earth, bursting out with shining golden light. A monk in ragged clothes and holding a broken fan appeared out of thin air. He laughed and said, "Even your master, Mani, behaves honestly in front of me."
To be honest, you, a junior, are making a lot of noise."
Everyone's eyes widened as Master Daoji, the reincarnation of Arhat Subduing the Dragon and one of the two warring parties, finally appeared.