The sloppy monk said something, which made the Zoroastrian high priest bow his head and say nothing.
Daoji was holding a broken fan, with his feet on the sky and the earth, and his eyes were as deep as the sea. When they saw him, whether they were Japanese ghosts or gods, or Master Modi and others, they all bowed their heads slightly and paid respect to this holy monk in Southeast Asia.
To express respect to the so-called Daoji Master.
"Master Jianglong, we haven't seen each other for a hundred years."
Master Modi sighed softly and his pupils shrank.
A hundred years ago, when he saw Jianglong in Hezhou, Xiniu, he was just a golden Arhat at that time. He stood as tall as Mount Sumeru, towering and could see the end. But seeing him again today, he felt like this Arhat Jianglong.
Like the vast ocean, there is no end.
No wonder even the high-ranking Lord Gods in the Brahman world pay attention to him.
It turns out that he has reached such an unfathomable level.
"For our generation, one hundred years is just a snap of the fingers."
Dao Ji laughed, shook the broken fan in his hand twice, looked around, suddenly jumped up to the top of the cliff mountain, and said with a thunderous sound: "Your Highness Prince Ning, the poor monk has arrived, please come
Show up and fight."
His rags, shoes, and fan suddenly disappeared, and he transformed into a golden body and a golden face, wearing a golden hoop on his head, and a suit of armor. He was hunting with majesty, even the Buddhist Vajra and the Fudo Myoyo were incomparable.
Everyone stood not far away from the top of the mountain, and they were all shocked. Even the powerful magicians had their eyes widened, waiting quietly.
This battle between Buddhism and Taoism, which is rare in a thousand years, is about to begin.
Feng Zhou was now standing at the foot of the cliff mountain.
Wearing a white robe and a brocade robe, he appeared at the foot of the mountain like a wealthy nobleman traveling around. There were lush trees on both sides, which made the world full of vitality.
"clatter."
Feng Zhou walked forward and stepped onto the steps step by step.
At that moment, Jigong suddenly opened his eyes, and a blood rainbow flashed as he looked up from the sky.
Also at this moment, everyone up and down Yashan held their breath,
Everyone knows that this rare battle has already begun the moment Feng Zhou appears. The fight between quasi-sages walking in the world ignores distance.
"Stab it."
At this time, Feng Zhou also raised his eyes and saw Jigong on the top of the mountain through a distance of several hundred meters.
At this time, Jigong also happened to look over.
In the pupils of the two people, divine rays of several feet long each exploded. The Taoist Gang Qi and the Buddhist golden light collided in the air, making a crackling collision sound. And the two huge mana forces also shot out instantly and collided with each other.
.
"Bang."
There seemed to be an invisible impact sound coming from the void.
I saw an invisible wave, taking the mountainside as the boundary, quickly spreading to both sides. Numerous banyan trees and bamboo trees on the mountainside were rolled up in the air and broken into countless pieces. The mental wave visible to the naked eye was like a wave.
The collision in the air formed a ravine that was hundreds of meters long. This ravine was like a natural chasm, cutting across the front of the two people.
"The power of one glance!"
Countless people's pupils shrank.
Anyone who has studied Buddhism intensively or has gone deep into Tibetan Buddhism knows that this is both a collision of magic power and a confrontation of mind power, and many immortals can do it.
But the two of them have such vast and powerful powers that they can fight each other across a mountain. What kind of terrifying and terrifying strength is this?
"Master Daoji has exquisite Buddhist teachings and profound transformation power. Since I stood at the top of the world, you are the first person to condense the power of transformation with merit. The last person to condense this power is probably the Buddha." Feng Zhou
While walking, he said casually.
Every step he takes.
The boundary line of transforming power is just one step back towards the top of the mountain.
"After twenty years of spreading the Dharma, Nanyang is full of great Buddhist temples, and Buddha generators are emerging one after another, but I have never seen a person who can transform his power into a steel sword and an iron shield. King Ning's magical power is truly amazing!"
Jigong clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's light in his eyes skyrocketed.
His energy, which was as condensed as a mountain, collided with Feng Zhou's spiritual thoughts. After all, he was inferior to Feng Zhou and was forced back step by step by Feng Zhou. However, Jigong was far superior to the strongest people in the world after all. He did not panic, but remained confident.
"Namo Amitabha!"
Jigong took a step forward and raised his left hand as if holding up the heaven and earth.
"Boom."
Yashan went deep into the sea. With his move, the sea water suddenly rolled back and formed like a water dragon, rushing up into the air and constantly stirring. Above the sky and the earth, water dragons visible to the naked eye turned into mountains from mid-air, just like the Milky Way hanging upside down.
After falling into Jigong's palm, a tornado of water vapor quickly gathered into the sky. He held the tornado in his hand, like a thunder god controlling the storm.
"Can you trust the water of the world?"
Everyone was stunned by it.
Everyone knew that Jigong was a quasi-sage and one of the strongest men among saints, but they never expected that he could hold up the power of hundreds of millions of stones with just a wave of his hand!
This is a big move right from the start!
"Master's divine power is only comparable to that of all Buddhas." Zhao Bin sighed with a solemn expression.
The other disciples were also extremely shocked.
At the same time, I was also a little depressed.
There is also a distinction between high and low quasi-sages. As soon as Jigong made a move, he fell into a disadvantage in the battle of transformational power, and had to force out a huge amount of magic power to lift it up like a mountain. Fengzhou, on the other hand, did not make a single move from the beginning to the end.
The difference is almost immediate.
"Master has been blessed with so much good fortune, how can he be so easily at a disadvantage? Let's see."
Zhao Bin said calmly.
The rabbit spirit Bai Xue next to him nodded repeatedly.
"disease!"
There was a mountain-like tornado of water vapor in his hand, and it was thrown directly by Jigong, just like throwing up the entire Mount Sumeru. With the momentum of destroying the heaven and earth, it hit Feng Zhou.
Use the power of heaven and earth to hit people
Jigong's move was calm and gentle, and it was even better than the ability of ordinary immortals to move mountains and seas. You must know that people go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. Jigong is a Buddhist monk, not a dragon king in the water, but he performed such a feat casually.
The supernatural power is enough to show the depth of his magic power and the high level of his realm!
"Boom."
The hurricane roared, and water dragons like mountains crashed down on the head.
Regardless of whether Feng Zhou is catching or blocking, he will inevitably get wet and his image will be inferior.
Seeing this scene, many celebrities at home and abroad trembled. When did they see such a terrifying power? The two people fighting each other frequently mobilized the power of heaven and earth to throw tornadoes and hit people. Are these still human beings? They are simply gods.
They often boast that "gentlemen respect ghosts and gods and stay away from them", but in the face of such great supernatural powers, it is simply not their turn to stay away.
"It's best if Feng Zhou loses and loses face." Zhen Dexiu stared at Feng Zhou closely and muttered something.
Not only him, but also many people from aristocratic families looked at him with expectant eyes, hoping that Feng Zhou would be defeated.
But at this time, Feng Zhou smiled lightly and said:
"Daoji, you can't do anything to me with just this little skill. Show some real skills."
After saying that, Feng Zhou waved his sleeves.
"boom!"
An unimaginable amount of true energy was inspired from Feng Zhou's hand. In the void, Gang Qi like a gossip suddenly rolled up, like a tsunami of thousands of horses galloping, sweeping across the world, spanning hundreds of meters, hard
He bumped into the water dragon that was approaching in a menacing manner.
"boom."
The stormy waves crashed onto the shore and rolled up thousands of piles of snow.
The white water dragon and the cyan gas collided together.
Two huge forces collided in the air, erupting with a sound like thunder. As if the void could not bear the impact, the vast water vapor suddenly shot out to both sides, directly smashing countless rocks and knocking down countless people.
The trees, with their aftermath still sweeping over like a torrent, formed a barrier lake with a radius of several tens of feet at the foot of the mountain.
The power of one blow is as powerful as this
Everyone watching the battle was shocked and frightened by the terrifying strength of the two men.
But many monks and sorcerers shrank their pupils and looked at Feng Zhou.
Only they knew what Feng Zhou's blow just now meant.
"The Venerable Dragon Subduer condensed water vapor like mountains into a thousand-foot-long water dragon. Its majesty is like Guanshiyin pouring water from the four seas in a porcelain vase, and the Dragon King of rivers and lakes rolling up heavy rain to form such a giant
However, Feng Zhou actually blocked the water dragon purely by relying on his own real strength, even with Ji Ping. This kind of strength with ease and ease is really dazzling."
An old man from Mobei Zonghe said in horror.
"Zhenren Feng can shake the heaven and the earth, it's hard to compare to him!"
Some even looked extremely solemn.
Everyone sighed slightly in their hearts.
Immortals can control heaven and earth, and their quasi-sage abilities are even better than this.
"Too strong, too strong. Jigong has no chance of winning this battle."
Master Modi shook his head repeatedly and had long since given up his desire for revenge.
"Not always!"
The old man Zonghe's eyes shone brightly.
Everyone followed him and looked at Jigong, and sure enough they saw that Jigong was not discouraged at all and took action again.
"Boom."
The power this time was far more powerful than before.