Zhuo Bufan let go of the other party, and Yuanli's palm dissipated.
The Demon God has a grudge against him, but he is not a random killing of innocent people. The red-faced world leader just now said rudely and insulted Ye Ziqin, and Zhuo Bufan became interested in killing.
The three realm masters heard the immortal voice and immediately swept forward with three black winds, for fear of being killed by Zhuo Bufan’s sword energy!
"Let's go, I don't know if my amulet is the key to opening the Prajna Academy." Zhuo Bufan said.
Continue to fly forward, and within the range that the mental power can sense, many powerful auras appeared. From a distance, I saw three palaces standing on the clouds. Compared with other palaces, these three palaces are larger than that.
From left to right, the golden light shrouded in the two palaces in front has dissipated, and only the third palace is covered with a layer of golden light. Buddhist scriptures sometimes condense and sometimes dissipate and disappear...
In the dark, there seemed to be a chanting of Sanskrit in the divine sea.
It makes people feel refreshed and cleared the hostility in their bodies. Zhuo Bufan frowned. He practiced the inheritance of the Chaos Demon God and actually felt these Sanskrits suppressing some of the power in the blood, but only suppressing one or two layers.
, has little impact on strength.
"Stern, if I don't hand over the 'Xin Refining Immortal Grass', I won't show mercy." A young man with a gloomy expression shouted coldly.
Opposite it was a bald monk with a golden roulette vaguely condensed from behind his head. The Buddha's power was so powerful that he exuded an extremely upright aura. The monk looked handsome and had a dazzling blood on his lips.
"Wu Gai, don't bully people too much." Next to him was a monk, staring at the young man with anger in his eyes.
Yin Zhiqing looked at him contemptuously, "You deserve to shout to me?"
When Yan Kong heard the other party's words, he was so angry that his temples were bulging, he gritted his teeth, and clamped his palms into fists.
"Yan Kong, Master said that your Buddha's mind is unstable, so you must avoid anger, jealousy, and ignorance. Only by practicing the golden body of an Arhat can you achieve something." Yan solemnly said to Yan Kong.
"Senior Brother." Yan Kong couldn't help but sigh when he heard this. Even if he really wanted to help, his strength was much lower than the other party. After all, even the senior brother Yan Zheng was suppressed by the other party.
The young man in Yinzhi was wearing a purple-black brocade dress, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand stretched out to Yan Zheng, "Yan Zheng, hand over the treasure. Although the Tianlong Buddha Sect belongs to the Buddhist lineage, it has nothing to do with your Moke Temple. The treasure
Those who are capable can get it. Could it be that you and your junior brother die here?"
"Wu Gai, the winner has not been decided yet." Yan wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and golden light flowed on his skin. His whole person was like a golden sculpture, sacred and majestic, and countless golden Buddhist scriptures were entangled around him.
"Haha, you have to resist stubbornly and overestimate yourself." Wu Gai snorted coldly, his body immediately expanded, and the black wind was swollen.
In an instant, two afterimages collided together, and the sound of gold and iron colliding spread and stirring up ripples in space.
The physical body method of the Demon God, the physical body method of the Buddhist body method, and the two inheritances were amazing for a lifetime in ancient times, but the two methods were different in their respective fields.
The inheritance of the Demon God focuses more on power attack, while the inheritance of the Buddhist temple focuses more on defense, and the practice speed is naturally much slower, but if you reach the level of cultivation, it is enough to be comparable to the top inheritance of the Demon God...
The inheritance of the Demon God lineage does not focus on the cultivation of the mind, and uses the blood of various cosmic beasts to temper the body, and the progress is very fast. This also leads to the Demon God lineage developing even stronger than the Buddhist lineage, because no one wants to practice slowly
, just want to gain strength as soon as possible.
"Senior Brother Hua, do you really have to help Senior Brother Yan Zheng?" In the distance, a pretty girl with red lips and white teeth, wearing men's clothing, frowned.
Next to him, there was a young man in black, with a slender figure, sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, and shook his head and said, "If I interfere with the fight between Yan Zheng and Wu Gai, Mo Yuntong will definitely take action. I am comparing with him, my strength is still worse.
In a word, the demon clan has two holy sons, and once we take action, we have no advantage.
Hua Wurong shook his head. As the Holy Son of the Star Alliance, everything must be put first.
Moreover, Wu Gai did not dare to kill Yan Zheng. Once he tried to kill Yan Zheng, he would also help. After all, the Saint of Du Zhen also belonged to the Holy Land of the Star Alliance, and he could not refuse to save him when he died.
But in this situation, the two of them were just fighting alone, and Mo Yuntong did not intervene, so naturally he couldn't intervene.
Yan Zheng and Wu Gai continued to collide, and the golden stream and the black wind collided violently. It was obvious that Yan Zheng was at a disadvantage. Yan Zheng's golden body was cultivated to the eighth level, which was the top in Mo Ke Temple, but the Buddhist physical practice method
He pays attention to the cultivation of both body and mind, and the progress speed is naturally slow. Wu Gai practices the inheritance of the demon god's "wood vein" and is better at attacking.
If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it!
"Stern, hand over the treasure quickly. You are no match for me. Do you really want to force me to kill you?" Wu Gai's arrogant voice resounded all over the world.
At this time, three streams of light flew quickly to the holy land of the Demon God. There were about dozens of people on this side, and at the lowest was also a mid-stage practitioner in the Realm Lord Realm. The leader was a purple-robed young man with a vermilion pattern on his eyebrows and his eyes were also
Purple and looks quite weird, it is Mo Yuntong, the eighth-ranked Demon Holy Land.
"Son of the Holy Son!"
The three of them immediately stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, with great respect.
As the eighth sage son of the Demon God Holy Land, Mo Yuntong's status is also very noble, and these subordinates are also very respectful of him.
"Oh?" Mo Yuntong slowly opened his eyelids and glanced at the three of them. There was a flash of coldness in his eyes, which made the three of them feel a little shocked.
"The Holy Son, a man and a woman broke into the outside. The Bao Arm was killed by one of the men. A sword energy penetrated the Bao Arm's chest, shattering the heart and soul." The Lord of the sharp-horned realm bowed his head and reported to him.
"Bao Arm was killed? And was it killed by a wisp of sword energy? Which overlord is it?" Mo Yuntong asked. If he had this strength and easily killed Bao Arm, he would definitely be a more famous overlord.
The Lord of the Sharp-horned Realm shook his head and said, "The Holy Son is not the overlord, but... but the Lord of the Realm. We don't know who he is, we are very strange."
"Lord Lord? He can penetrate the chest of Jing'er and smash the sea of divine sea. The one who can do this must be the sacred son of a holy land. I just don't know who it is?" Mo Yuntong Weiwei
He frowned and thought, his eyes were a little gloomy. He didn't care if a realm master died, but this slapped him in the face, which made him feel a little unhappy.
"Bang!"
Two entangled black lights suddenly separated, and the golden light shot towards the rear. Yan Zheng's face was distorted, and he opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood.
"Dog guy, you don't know how to lift up and insist on me killing you before you can hand over the treasure?" Wu Gai wrapped up black wind, thunder in his body, and rushed directly towards Yan Zheng.
call out!
Suddenly, a thumb-sized black hole appeared in the space ahead, and a wisp of sword energy suddenly shot out. Wu Gai's pupils suddenly shrank, and he issued an early warning in his heart, and immediately condensed black wind in front of him to block it!